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"I'M AFRAID I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN" (fem!oc x michael langdon) (ahs: apocalypse) (lazylangdon © 2018)

{EDITING PROCESS} *BOOK ONE OF TWO* When a high school student named Davina Smith faces her senior year after a tragedy in her family, suddenly finds herself appealed to the new kids in town. She never had an interest in befriending anyone besides her childhood friends Emma and Jackson, But these kids had something about them that just made them stick out. Maybe it wasint such a bad idea to expand her social life. What could go wrong? Right..? ~~~~~~~~~~~ Davina Smith, a 17 year old with trauma of losing those close to her from past experiences and losses, is soon appealed to the new kids in town. Or more like appealed to the attractive black haired, green eyed boy. She's never been the one to want to have a relationship. Is now the time? Xavier Witts, a 18 year old boy hiding a nothing more than a couple lies... or so he says. Xavier never wanted to get attached to someone he could lose. He never to wanted to go through that again. But what happens when suddenly that person fights against his measures of protection? What happens when that person is willing to risk their life just to be with him? Luckily he would do the same ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I don't know what to do Xavier..." I cry uncontrollably into his chest as he holds onto me for dear life. "I know love. I know." "I'm such a bother to yall." I choke out. "I'm so fucking weak. I can't even defend myself." Xavier's arms unwrap from my body, and his hands hold my teary face. "I'm a worthless h-human." Xavier furrows his eyebrows in pain. A tear of his own falling down his face. "No," he says shaking his head. "No. You've never been a bother to me. You aren't weak. And you most certainly aren't worthless." I gasp to breathe, and he continues talking. "What you are is an amazing person who hasn't let all of this crazy bullshit affect her. You handled it like a champ. What you are is a strong, brave being that has stood by my side." I breathe as he leans closer. "What you are, is the love of my life...."

UPDATE, A COUPLE OF YEARS LATER Hey guys, please read this bit before you read this story. This story contains descriptions of violence and needs an overall trigger warning for suicide. When I wrote the chapters for this story, I wasn't in the best state of mind and I projected that into my writing as some sort of therapy; only difference between me and other people going through depression as I was back then, is that I published mine which contributes to the romanticisation of suicide and mental illness. I didn't understand mine back then, but I do now. Please seek help if you identify with the OC. It's not healthy and damages your soul as it had mine. I am better now. I want you to be better, too. You matter. You are your own universe and your sun, you moon, your stars... don't forget that. Take care of yourself because you are important. I wish someone said that to me back then, so I am saying it to you now. I am more than happy to talk to anyone going through the same thing I went through. Again, thank you so much to everyone who engaged with this story over the years! I would take it down because I personally do not believe in a lot of the things I wrote back then that has been intertwined with this story but I want it up to at least reach out to someone and keep a memory of my writing progress. Lots of love, Z xx

Michael Langdon is a picture-perfect fuckboy, and, lucky for you, he's also your stepbrother. how will you survive? warnings: inappropriate relationships (I MEAN OBVIOUSLY), fuckboy michael, fem!Reader, high school au, drug mentions, alcohol mentions, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk !FIC BY ICYLANGDON ON TUMBLR!

Me taking the Dark Fandom Challenge (http://actualodinson.tumblr.com/post/64547472272/30-day-dark-fandom-otp-writing-challenge) and dropping these pure and precious smol beans into it as I Am Evil. Mature tag is strictly applied as plenty of dark/horrifying/possibly triggering themes lurk within. Read at your own risk. I only call this edited as sexual-content chapters will not be showing up here per �������� guidelines. Hop over to AO3 if you want to read those. {#42 darkfic} {#76 americanidol} {#102 daltonrapattoni} {#25 mackenziebourg} {#21 dalkenzie}

❝ She was his little piece of Heaven in his Hellish existence; but like everyone else in his life, she was taken from him as well. ❞ ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2019 [AHS Season 8 Apocalypse AU]

Tate Langdon Fan Fic ;) Started December 21, 2020 Finished March 1, 2021 NOT EDITED I do not own any characters, the only thing I changed is Violet's name to Felicity Harmon Top ranks- #2 in #murderhouse #2 in langdon #40 in ahs #10 in tatelangdon #19 in americanhorrorstory

Nothing could be worse than being vaporised in the apocalypse. At least that's what you thought when your phone rang with an alert that you'd been one of the lucky few to be sent to a special underground bunker known as Outpost 3. It seemed that you weren't only rich enough to pay but also had the "perfect DNA match". But as you spend more and more of your life concealed in the bunker, you begin to realise that your lucky pass wasn't really ever that lucky. Disclaimer: YOU HAVE TO READ THE FIRST THAT WITCH BITCH FOR THIS TO MAKE ANY SENSE AT ALL

"If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I." -Michel de Montaigne. Diza Ableman is taken by someone mysterious on a dark night, and them meeting is no coincidence at all. She couldn't help it, he was so mysterious, so magnetic that she wanted to know more. For a long time she tried to ignore him but, there's nothing better than what is prohibited, from the first time she saw him Diza knew that sooner or later she would sin. He showed me the darkness in me, in him, and everyone around us. I wanted it to consume me, and I wanted him to win. With revelations, turns and dangers, Diza must help him achieve the apocalypse. Highest ranks: #1 physco #2 coven #1 Langdon #4 Michael Langdon ⭐A/N: "Hi!, first of all thank you for reading, thanks for all the love you have shown my story for the past years. I never thought it'll grow the way it did but I love every single one of you who give/gave my story a chance. Since so many people keep coming I decided that I'm going to make a revision and fix many of the spelling and/or grammar mistakes I made because many time I wrote very late at night so... that's all. Thank you, may you enjoy Michael Langdon a lot.