masterlist for all my ahs characters! :) thank you, enjoy, lovelies. i also do take requests/asks, if it’s do-able, I will be more than happy to write it!
your parents decide to enroll your family in the Foreign Exchange program at your school. her name is Violet Harmon and she will be living with you for an entire year. someone fucked up and now you have to live with her brother, Michael, as well. hopefully he will behave.
you’re staying at the Hotel Cortez for the week with your best friend, Winter. that night you meet Michael Langdon, the owner of the hotel, also known as the Count. au!
your best friend, Xavier Plympton, was murdered at Camp Redwood. a year later, you’re still not over his death. a spontaneous trip to Camp Redwood doesn’t go like you expected.
you and your boyfriend Xavier go to warn Chef Bertie about what is going on at Camp Redwood. When things take a nasty turn, one of you has to do the unthinkable.
Ppl will be like “end the stigma around mental illness uwu” but still judge you if you’re unemployed or single or not completely self-sufficient or healthy or perfectly groomed or still live with parents and don’t see the hypocrisy in that whatsoever
warnings: forbidden love but that goes without saying, not very plot specific since it’s been a while since I’ve watched it, negan isn’t very canon specific either tbh
summary: falling for negan while he’s still being kept in his cell in alexandria has you questioning your sanity
I know a ton of people have said this before but for the love everything PLEASE stop treating AO3 like instagram. It is NOT cringe to comment on an old story. It’s an archive old stories are still meant to be found and read. Please think about interacting with the fic you read: at least kudos if you read it, a comment would be ideal. The authors will be over the moon. I guarantee you not a single author is going to ask why someone is commenting on an older fic.
I LIVE for my morning “You’ve got kudos” email. I have to fan myself if there’s a comment.
The doorbell rang for the hundredth time that night, and you happily answered the door to a small group of children cheering at you in their costumes. You awed as you saw a witch, a mummy, a clown, and a ghost wish you a “happy halloween!” before running down your driveway to the neighboring house.
Trick or Treat was coming to a close, yet hundreds of kids and parents were out and about, screaming at terrifying costumes or just having a good time. You smoothed down your outfit before stepping back inside as a cool breeze ruffled your skirt.
You were by yourself on Halloween for the first time in years. Your roommate was across town with her parents, and you decided to stay behind and give out candy to the kids instead. Your radio was playing “spooky music,” and you were content with how your evening turned out.
A few more kids stopped by your place, and you could feel moisture heavily in the air, and you hoped that meant rain was coming. You tipped your bucket down to a kid who couldn’t be older than eight when someone caught your eye across the street.
It was a man dressed as a clown staring directly at you. You knew it was a man based on his stature and cropped hair. You didn’t maintain contact long, figuring it was just a parent of one of the kids you were passing goods to. You waved to the boy and girl before going back inside and flipping off the porch light.
theres always that moment during the course of enjoying a character where it switches from ”this is my favorite character” to ”i enjoy this character in a mentally ill way”