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[riovidalupdates]

Agatha All Along

If none of you will give me the witches fanfic I’m desperately craving, I will.

Because what do you mean there isn’t Rio Vidal x Reader, Agatha Harkness x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader love square fanfic?!

Like YOU GUYS WANT INTERACTIONS?! MAKE A FANFIC AND HAVE READERS VOTE ON WHO IS ENDGAME!

[langdonss]

Fuck 😵‍💫🫠

[violet-harmon2011]

blonde hair brown eyes or dark hair blue eyes

[irl-w0lverine]

⋇⊶⊰if ____ saw you crying⊱⊷⋇

Charecters : tate, kit, kyle, james

Content : headcannons

A/n: i did not expect my fanfic to do well, i thought it wasn't gonna get anything exept a note or two so that you guys so much! Have some headcannons while i think of a new idea :3

NOT PROOFREAD!

Tate :

-Probably the one crying

-if you were infact the one crying, he would probably hug you and not let go until you push him away or he knows you're ok

-give you small kisses to hopefully make you feel better

-would definitely stay silent unless its mumbled reassurences

Kit (post-Briarcliff) :

-same as tate to be honest

-would probably hug you extremely tight, not letting you pull away unless you really needed to

-would cook for you and most definitely wouldn't burn the food

-would quite literally treat you like a glass princess

Kyle (pre-franken) :

-wouldn't know what to do at first

-would try his best to comfort you

-probably would accidentally become your therapist in the moment

Franken-kyle :

-definitely would just cuddle with you the whole time

-he would treat you like a hurt animal, trying to be as gentle as possible

James Patrick march:

-if your crying because of someone, he'd make it his goal to kill them

-probably give you an ultimatum

-"it wont be like this forever, and if it is? You can just simply kill yourself!"

A/n: ok so i was definitely running out of ideas so i apologise for it getting crappy i also apologise if any of the characters seem out of character with my headcannons, i tried to base some off what actually happen in the show mixed with what i think!

Thank you for reading! <3

[saintlucretia]

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐿𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝐼𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓁𝓁

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤaka Saint Lucretia

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAmerican Horror Story

James Patrick March

Last Breath

A Lethiferous Date With an Art Deco Man

Melancholy Of A Sinner

Wrong Company For A Teenage Girl

Wrong Company For A Teenage Girl, part Ⅱ (coming soon)

Austin Sommers

Whiskey & Blood

Michael Langdon

Devil Wears A Suit, part Ⅰ

Devil Wears A Suit, part Ⅱ

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

(Feel free to request other fandoms as well!!)

[american-horror-story-writer]

Sleeping with micheal langdon headcannons

My guy doesn't sleep much so he'd mainly just watch you sleep

He likes sleeping on his back most of the time or just laying on his back

If you guys sleep in the same bed, your 100% going to sleep on him

He'll pull you over on top of him, so you sleep on your stomach and on him

He'd wrap his arms around you afraid you plan to wake up and leave him

You'll just wake up randomly throughout the night and look at him seeing if he's awake

And he is, if he sees your awake he'll just be like

"what are you doing awake dear?" Michael asked calmly. "I don't know" you groaned. Michael lifted your chin and kissed you softly. "Go back to sleep then" Michael said softly. You layer your head back down on his chest and tried to sleep.

He'd love kissing you whilst in bed, asleep? Smooches. Awake? Smooches. Sick? Smooches. Any time. Smooches.

He'd rub your back whilst you sleep

In my dr the Morningstars (luci and his kids) don't run hot, contrary to popular belief. They run cold, like they are cold to the touch.

So sleeping with this man is like sleeping with and ice pack.

He also only sleeps in boxers. He'd prefer you do the same and sleep in your underwear because he like as much skin on skin contact.

If your a woman, he'd want to massage your boobs, (wit consent ofc) but he'd think of them like stress revealers.

Also when he gets up he'd prefer to carry you. Like you just wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, he's got one hand on your ass holding you up and one hand on your back.

My dude is touch starved af so he wants you 24/7

If your a guy hes just rubbing your back smoothly

Micheal might seem all mean but when he's with you my dude is soft for you. He's a simp.

And his favorite thing to do is when it's a gloomy day out and yall are cuddling, he'll just lazily fuck you.

He's laying on his right side and you are on your left, your head in the crook of his neck and he gently thrusts his thick length in and out of you. Your hips on his, his thick thighs holding your legs open whilst he thrusts. He's holding you from your back with his right hand so your squished against him, his left hand is either rubbing your clit tenderly or holding your lower back against him.

He continues to thrust for as long as yall stay in bed that day. He's tenderly kissing you and making sure you stay with him.

On other days he needs to sleep on you, you are his safe place so when he needs sleep he only can sleep in your arms

You laying on your back whilst micheal snuggles his head to the crook of your neck gently kissing your neck, his arms around your waist and his legs tangled with yours. You play with his hair gently and rub circles on his back.

He likes your heart beat and your breathing patterns, he monitors them whilst he sleeps, and if it changes he immediately wakes up. Poor baby is so worried about you 24/7

Please send asks!

[thethreeeyed-raven]

⋆♱ AHS ♱⋆

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🕷️fluff | 🕸️angst | 🐈‍⬛suggestive | 🪦platonic

⋆♱ MURDER HOUSE ♱⋆

⋆♱ Tate Langdon ♱⋆

🕷️ • meeting him in the murder house | gn!reader • part two

headcanons

⋆♱ Violet Harmon ♱⋆

🕷️ • being her best friend | headcanons | x gn!reader

⋆♱ ASYLUM ♱⋆

⋆♱ Kit Walker ♱⋆

🕷️ • the first step | x fem!reader

🕸️ • it’s okay to cry | x gn!reader

🕷️ • 🕸️ • home | x gn!reader

⋆♱ COVEN ♱⋆

⋆♱ Kyle Spencer ♱⋆

🕷️ • party party | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Misty Day ♱⋆

🕷️ • listening to fleetwood mac with her | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Nan ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ Queenie ♱⋆

🕷️ • being her best friend | headcanons | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Zoe Benson ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ FREAKSHOW ♱⋆

⋆♱ Dandy Mott ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ Jimmy Darling ♱⋆

🕷️ • defending him | x gn!reader

⋆♱ HOTEL ♱⋆

⋆♱ James Patrick March ♱⋆

🕷️ • buying him a dog | headcanons | x reader

⋆♱ Tristan Duffy ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ CULT ♱⋆

⋆♱ Ally Mayfair-Richards ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ Beverly Hope ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ Kai Anderson ♱⋆

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⋆♱ APOCALYPSE ♱⋆

⋆♱ Cordelia Goode ♱⋆

🕸️ • as i watch you die | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Michael Langdon ♱⋆

🕸️ • qui totum vult totum perdit | x gn!reader

🕷️ • halloween party | x gn!reader

🕷️ • trick or treating | x gn!reader

🕷️ • bonfire night | x gn!reader

🕷️ • 5th of November | x gn!reader

🕷️ • new years | x gn!reader

🕷️ • valentines together | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Mr Gallant ♱⋆

🕷️ • being his best friend | headcanons | x gn!reader

⋆♱ 1984 ♱⋆

⋆♱ Bobby Richter ♱⋆

🕷️ • 🕸️ • 🪦 • finally | x sibling!reader

⋆♱ Xavier Plympton ♱⋆

🕷️ • i cared too much that it killed me | x gn!reader

⋆♱ DOUBLE FEATURE ♱⋆

⋆♱ Austin Sommers ♱⋆

🕷️ • 🕸️ • saving you from the pale people | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Harry Gardner ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ TB Karen ♱⋆

🕷️ • inspiration | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Valiant Thor ♱⋆

nothing yet

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[codyfernuk]

Where are all the Millory shippers at?

[etheral-moon]

Post is from Pinterest not mine ౨ৎ Ghosts shouldn't be affected by the time change tho so maybe we're good.

[americanhorrorstory-quote]

“It appears as though we are fucked, my dear.”

-American Horror Story

[lanawinters-ily]

The Purple Dragon

Wilhelmina Venable is the most unapproachable, untouchable individual you had ever met, yet she has a soft spot for you. Why?

Pairing: Wilhelmina Venable x Reader

Word Count: 1600

Warnings: mention of struggling with mental health

Wilhelmina Venable was a complex individual. Stand-offish, rude, stubborn. The negative descriptions could go on, yet some element of you felt drawn to her.

Throughout your lifetime you had always sought out hidden meanings - in books, signs, & eventually people. Being a firm believer in the fact that everything happens for a reason, meant that you always thought that people acted a certain way because of a certain thing.

There must be an explanation for everything - past or present. Whether this was a desire to control, or to balance the unknown in life, you didn’t know.

All that mattered was your inquisition. And consequently, this would lead you on the greatest adventure of your life.

You had known her for almost a year, the longest lasting assistant she had ever had. It could be due to your competence, your failure to give up, or possibly some element of Ms Venable.

However, this didn’t make working with the redhead any easier. She was called the ‘purple dragon’ for a reason; holding a fiery passion that most considered anger.

But not you.

Because of this, you had always treated Venable with the kindest of hearts. This was not unusual for you, but even the most saint-like person could crumble with one strike of the redhead’s stony glare. Luckily you had everlasting compassion when it came to even the most difficult of souls.

Well, not all the time.

It was a bad day. One of those days in which the bed is so comfy, so warm, so safe, that it seems impossible to leave. Your heart was heavy, & your mind even more so, dragging your body into the heavy depths; sinking & drowning as you were held down by the currents of numbness.

You should have called in sick, taken a day off for yourself, but you weren’t very good at doing this. Being a burden, a difficulty, seemed far worse than pulling yourself through the workday, so you chose to stumble into the office with the countenance of a particularly exhausted zombie.

Wilhelmina was also having a rough day, waking up with severe pain along her spine. This pain was not only physical, it also brought with it a fair share of mental anguish - mostly made up of resentment & irritation at her weakness.

What only made this worse was what the redhead discovered when she arrived at work. She had forgotten to bring her bag, & therefore, her medication.

Fuck, she cursed.

As the pain increased, she became even more aware of the fact that she couldn’t drive in this condition. She didn’t have a phone or any money either, so it’s not like she could call a taxi to pop home. Wilhelmina was just going to have to grit her teeth & bare it for the next few hours, hoping that the gods would spare her the agony just this once.

“Ms Venable? Are you alright?”

You had appeared in the doorway of Wilhelmina’s office, eyes worriedly scanning her hunched over figure.

The redhead snapped up into an unnoticeable posture, feigning normality despite the pained shudder that rippled through her body.

“I’m just fine Miss Y/L/N.”

It was her turn to do a double take, looking at you with narrowed eyes as she scrutinised your appearance.

“On the contrary, it seems that you are not.”

This was entirely in character for Ms Venable to make such a blunt observation, so you were used to it. However, for some reason, today it was the last straw.

You bursted into noisy tears & sank to the ground. Curled up into a ball, you sobbed uncontrollably, not even caring about who was watching. What you were crying about, you weren’t quite sure. All you knew was that you couldn’t take today, & your emotions had just spilled out in a violent flow.

All you wanted was to lay on this cold, uncomforting floor & fall asleep. Or disappear. Anything would be better than this.

"Hey, sh sh sh," a gentle voice shushed your sobs of despair.

The contrast in tone led you to believe that another of your colleagues had come to your rescue, yet you didn't recognize the voice. You looked up in confusion, only to be met with a blur of purple.

Ms Venable; formidable, heartless, cold Ms Venable was knelt next to you.

"Come on, little one. Let's get you up." She said in a whispered tone.

Half in shock, half still in despair, you allowed yourself to be led to the purple sofa by the window. Your body felt so numb, not feeling Ms Venable's tight grip, or the sofa material as you sank into it. All you could do was sit & stare blankly, too overwhelmed internally to make a sound.

A familiar hand just stroked through your messy hair, silently understanding that words were too much. Lulling you into a calm, dreamlike state, this repetitive motion was just what you needed.

As you caught your heavy breaths & your parasympathetic system took hold, Wilhelmina was facing her own battle.

Her back was still in agony, even more so after kneeling & supporting your weight. Yet, somehow, her heart hurt thrice as much.

She never wanted it to be this way. You were the kindest, sweetest, most gentle person she had ever met. There was an essence about you that was addictive to Wilhelmina, a perfume of lightness that she couldn't help but smell until she was perfectly dizzy with love.

That was the issue. Love.

"Ms Venable," you mumbled. "Your back, you can't be sitting like this it-"

"It's okay little one, I'm alright." She spoke gently. "And call me Wilhelmina."

You noticed. You saw her. If possible, the butterflies in Mina's stomach flew more frantically as she tried to control the deep blush that settled on her cheeks.

God, she felt like a lovesick teenager all of a sudden.

"Okay, Mina." You said cheekily, gaining some colour back to your previously pale disposition.

Wilhelmina gave you a stern look, but it was more a caricature of her usual demeanor, turned soft by you.

You both wanted to say something, but were simply lost in each other's eyes. Her pupils were a rich brown, so deep that you could wander in them for hours and never get bored.

Without warning, she moved closer to you, resting her hand onto your knee. You closed the gap, pulling her into a kiss of fiery passion.

Perhaps she did like being a dragon after all, just not in the way she had expected.

Wilhelmina was hypnotic; a drug, and now you had a taste you just couldn't get enough. And from the way she was kissing you, it seemed as if she was just as addicted.

She was the first to pull away, which made your breath shudder with anxiety. What if she regretted this?

But her comforting hand resting on your cheek, and the look of adoration in her eyes told you otherwise.

"What's going on sweet one, hm?"

You broke her gaze, feeling entirely too vulnerable. There was nothing you hated more than explaining your mental state; it didn't even make sense to you so how were you to express it.

"It's just one of those days Mina, where everything feels...wrong." You sighed. "I don't really know how to say it in a way that makes sense."

"It's okay." Wilhelmina nodded. "I think I get where you're coming from. Sometimes when I'm having a bad day with my back, I can struggle with that too."

"You do?" You said in surprise.

"Yes, darling. I do."

"But you're always so strong. I never would have thought."

"People have different ways of showing it, little one." Mina spoke gently. "I snap at people, I get angry, I scream; all because I feel so out of control."

"Oh." You said. It all made sense now.

This time, she captured your lips in a kiss. It was more slow and steady than the former; a way of saying 'we have time'.

So, you sat there for a while, quietly soaking in each other's presence and stealing a kiss every few moments.

If someone had told you an hour ago that Wilhelmina Venable would be looking at you like this, being gentle with you like this, you would have laughed in their face.

Never did you think that your feelings would be returned, and neither did she.

Suddenly the door creaked open, and one of your colleagues stepped in. Instantly you tensed, waiting for Wilhelmina to turn away from you, to be embarrassed by you.

But she sat, unmoving, as her steely gaze fixed on her new target.

"Susan." She said bluntly. "What have I told you about knocking before disturbing me?"

Now Susan was a fairly confident woman, chatty most times. But in the presence of the purple dragon, she crumbled and stuttered.

"I j-just needed-"

"Needed what? Something so important that you decided to barge straight into my office unannounced? An emergency, perhaps?"

"Well, no but-"

"Well then I'd prefer if you let us be, thank you."

And that was that. Susan scuttled out of the room like a scolded child. To your utmost surprise, Wilhelmina pulled you into her side and kissed your hairline.

"No harm will come to you now I'm around, little one."

"I love you Mina."

"I love you most, my sweet."

[prplocks]

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[langdonss]

Deleted scene of Michael in his bum era digging through the Pizza Hut dumpster (its real)

[t4tesgirl]

Real

[irl-w0lverine]

a fic where kit is insecure of letting reader know and see all his scars from briarcliff but she comforts him abt it pls 🙏

Pairing : kit walker and reader

A/n : honestly give me more requests because i need to start distracting myself more 🫶

Kit had just gotten out of the shower, his towel hung low on his hips to the point you can see the faint scars from his days at briarcliff trailing on his lower back. You knew he was insecure of them. Hell, he never even spoke of them exept for the one time you two here having a heart to heart conversation about your pasts.

"hey kit?"

"mh?" he grunts, not in a rude way but in a way to show hes listening.

"your scars... Have they always been like that?"

He goes silent, he feels his body practically paralyse just at the word 'scars' alone. You can see his expression, its tense and closed off.

".. Sorry.. I didnt mean to upset you"

"... Its fine. I just... God i dont even know how to say the words.." kits eyebrows knit together, his eyes closing as he leans against the wall.

"its... Fuck... I dont like talking about them because of all the stuff that happen'd at that shitty asylum.. Y'know? Like just having them is a constant reminder, even if i cant see them" your eyes soften as you hear the words escape his mouth. Sympathy hitting you faster than the wind in a storm.

Without saying anything, you slowly walk to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders into a hug. Your warm body a nice contrast to his cold one.

He lets out a small noise of satisfaction, burring his face into the top of your hair as he wraps his arms around your waist. You can feel the gentle breeze of his breath and the occasional droplet from his wet hair.

"personally, i think they add a story to you... They make you less boring and gives you a story to tell the kids if you ever have any" you mumble against his chest, relishing in the moment.

"you might think their ugly or that they remind you of bad things but everyone has things like that. Some people even have scars just like you to show because of it"

"mmhm" is all he hums, his grip tightening.

A/n : this was actually kinda fun to write since i have scars myself from various things

Thanks for reading! <3

[imbunnysan]