#Violet Harmon imagines

[violet-harmon2011]

[ameriicanwh0re]

nobody's son nobody's daughter

[redroses07]

help me

[marchsfreakshow]

Halloween Exploration [Violet Harmon]

Fluff sort of / drabble

Violet is getting to know you, as the first ghost you see in the house. But she seems to have picked up some traits from spending so much time with Tate.

Uhhh! Short! Take it! I'm thinking about this a lot. Ngl this might not sound great, but I'm re-watching Murder House so. Also more friendship than actual relationship.

No one's perspective

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

"Wait, Tate is like...a school shooter? Damn.."

Violet rolled her eyes slightly at your words and nodded. "Yeah."

One of the first things Violet told you about when you arrived in this damned house was Tate. Telling you to ignore him, and pretend he wasn't there since he was just trying to get back to Violet. However, Tate hadn't shown himself to you yet, so you doubted he would now, once everything about him was spilt to you. You'd experienced a lot of school shooting drills in your time, but hearing that someone in the house with you, was the one to commit the crime...it was almost breaking.

"listen let's not focus on Tate. He doesn't matter."

"I suppose not."

"it's Halloween soon." Violet breathed out, a small smile painted on her lips. You first bonded with the girl about the shared love for All Hallows Eve. A little hum left you as a response as she perked up, holding your hands. How could a ghost's hands be so soft? Nightmares on each finger, yet they were never shown. Every tiny second of eye contact resulted in her nightmares disappearing. The main nightmare was still around. He always would be. Perhaps the girl felt a small ounce of comfort in your presence. "Let's go around the neighbourhood together."

"Hm?" You tilted your head slightly, confused. While you knew she was a ghost, you believed the spirits lurking around the house were bound to the roots and the base of the bricks. "When?"

"Halloween! We can spend the day together. Just us."

Her words enticed your confusion. "Hey, Vi! Stop, rewind. What do you mean?"

"I can leave the house during Halloween. I never did before, I never saw a reason to. But you're here now! Much better than being alone annoyed in the same routine all the time." The reminder hit your heart, as you remembered the girl sitting in front of you was also a spirit, lingering about the hallways. "Just us two. Not any other ghost. Or your parents."

Without anyone else. That would be nice. It sounded too familiar to the ghost's mind, however. The damned blonde...

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Tag: @coentinim (didn't tag too much for fear of this niche market)

[tatelangdonsgirl]

﹒⪩⪨﹒oh okay ﹒⪩⪨﹒

"I like it rough"

tbh, same ml ✧˚ · .

[kittyamore0]

Slashers with a Vampire S/O:

[PART II]

CW: Biting, marking, breaking of skin, blood, slightly dom, immortal, GN! reader, blood kink and drinking blood

LITTLE NOTE I: Im in a slightly good mood and i wanted to write another character even though they aren't a slasher, but as a bonus!

LITTLE NOTE II: I've been up since 3AM working on this and then other things. Its currently 9AM and im having crucial back pain

BONUS: extra character

EXTRA CHARACTER: Violet Harmon

MAIN CHARACTERS: Stu Macher + Billy Loomis, Carrie White, Freddy Kruger, Tate Langdon, Bubba sawyer, GENRE: Headcanons

Fandom: Horror

STU MACHER + BILLY LOOMIS

Stu wouldn't believe you at first.

Billy tends to stalk you from time to time, so i think he would know

You also know that your loving, killer boyfriend stalks you

So you also know that he knew.

"Uh, Sweetie, you do realize its not Halloween yet, right?"

You scoffed and flashed your fangs at Stu and Billy

"Might be fake-"

"Bitch, please!"

Stu playfully rolled his eyes and smiled

Suddenly, you ran past him

But way too quickly

"Wait-- What the fuck?--"

Billy just snickered at him

"What are you laughing about?"

Stu narrowed his eyes

"Ive been knowing, you fuck-rag."

Stu did in fact realize you were not lying.

"And you didn't tell me?!"

"They just did,"

"You--"

"Enough."

Stu kept whining the whole week after that

He would ask stupid questions

Like Tif, he would watch Vamp movies with you

He will let you bite him just to feel how it feels

Sometimes it'll go well with Stu, sometimes it wont...

He needs like 20 years to recover from that bite

And other times, he feels like hes floating

"I feel high! Is this what you felt when they bit you, Bil?"

"No, i felt horny."

...

"Wait, wha--"

Now, with Billy

He loved it when you bit him

He has a major blood kink

You marking him, blood seeping down his neck as you drink from him.

He also loves looking into your crimson eyes

He thinks your eyes are really pretty, but he wont admit that

Maybe if you manage to bribe him

He does know that he can actually die if he lets you drink as much blood, so it only happens once awhile

He will bring you back some victims as ghostface though!

Be prepared for loving phone calls from your loving boyfriends telling you how much people they've killed

CARRIE WHITE

She did believe you, but it took her some time to process stuff

I mean, she's got powers. Why wouldn't she believe you?

She sometimes thinks about how her mom would react

Her mom would be absolutely pissed

But she doesn't care

she's not letting you go anytime soon

And she doesn't plan too

You don't drink from her because her body is already fragile enough

She never brought up that idea either

I mean, she has thought about it, but she knows that you would refuse instantly due to both her physical and mental health

She would let you drink from her, if it meant saving you in some kind of way

She doesn't ask too many questions about it and treats you like any normal person, but with extra and special attention since you're her S/O!

When shes upset, her powers get out of control and she has flung knives at you...maybe more than one.

But she really didn't mean to!

She can't control it!

She freaks out when one of the knives at you, dropping her upset mood

Then you have to reassure her that you're immortal, so it wont affect you as much

"Carrie, sweetie, im okay--"

"I-it wa-was in your th-throat!"

"Again, not like im dying--"

She was so upset the first time it happened

She tried running away and locking herself inside her room, but you were much stronger than her, so you held her close until she was calm

"Shh...its okay, its okay."

"i--im-im sorry, im sorry..."

Poor baby :(

But you will pamper her after shes calm down

:)

FREDDY KRUGER

Hes gonna believe you, since you know, hes a dead, burned, sleep demon--

But he wants proof

Crimson eyes or bright changing eye colors? check.

Sharp fangs that can hide themselves? Check.

Blood lust?

You tried biting him the first time you guys met and he caught you eating more than one person in your dreams.

So yea, Check.

He makes dirty jokes about your powers

Speed?

He'll say something along the lines of..."Well, lets see your pace in the bedroom--"

You start fist fighting him every time he does say something like that

But sometimes you'll play along with his little flirting game

And the second you do, theres a thick lump in those worn out pants of his

The next thing you know, you wake up naked

Oh, and because of that supernatural crazy stuff,

You find a way to see the demon through the day instead of night now!

Through spells though

But as long as you're seeing him!

TATE LANGDON

Hes known way before you've met him, and thats because hes known you longer than you've known he existed

When he did reveal himself, like his true self, which is being dead, you realized about him knowing about your little secret

And the other ghost in the house

yay.

I mean, you were planning to tell your boyfriend Tate that you were a Vamp, but he knew

So that spares you the explanation and proving

You were just glad he knew

Tate, i feel like when he tells you that he knows, he'll compliment you.

How he loved the way your eyes would change color

How he loved your powers

And how he loved you, most of all, all of you.

All the confessing would definitely lead to a passion make out, and maybe even further

And dont tell me 'no'. This shit would be like a telenovela, but it got to the part that they are confessing

And im listening to 'or nah' by The Weeknd right now, it's a sign.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

He would treat you like his normal S/O, not caring about the fact you are a human-blood-drinking creature.

He would suggest you be a vampire for Halloween, since you know, you're already one...

"Haha, so funny. I'm not gonna wear those weird human versions of vampire cloaks!"

"C'mon, it'll be funny!"

"Okay, how about this; You wear those ghost costumes, the ones where theres just holes where the eyes are and ill dress in one of those weird vampire cloaks."

"No, not in a million years!"

"It's either we wait a million years then, or you wont ever get to see me in that vampire cloak~"

"Okay, you win!"

"So, deal then?"

"Deal."

Whenever you have your blood lust, he'll offer up his cold flesh for you to bite through and let his bitter sweet blood soak out

But in the end, you can't.

Dead blood in fact makes Vampires very ill

And though it saddens him that he cant help you, he'll understand.

He wont let you drink his blood.

No matter how much pain you're in.

He can't risk putting you in even more pain

So he mostly goes invisible when you have your blood lust

And he waits in the corner of your room for you to come back from hunting your meal

Calm cuddles after your blood lust while listening to Nirvana

He absolutely loves that you are immortal

You can stay with him, forever.

Forever and ever. With him, and only him.

VIOLET HARMON -- THE BONUS

Violet has also known, like Tate because she has been watching you.

You also knew she was a ghost in the house from the day she came up to you

How? When words about the infamous 'murder house' were being spread, so did the word Violet

And you might of seen a picture or two of her when people would talk about the murder house

She kinda has no choice either

She also was really interested in you when you moved into the house

She was obviously shocked when she found out you were a vampire

She did not expect that at all

I mean, she grew up knowing that vampires didn't exist

And yet, here you are

before you guys started dating she was the classic-

sorta stare and not talk

Only because you're a vampire and she doesn't wanna trigger anything--

Okay...shes was nervous.

She has a literal crush on a hot vampire who is living in the house she died in!

okay, the 'died in' part is uh, just not needed

And she did really want to talk to you, she just needed a push

Tate.

"Okay, Vi, you got this..."

She took a deep breath

"shit, never mind. i don't got this--"

"You do."

She yelped when the familiar voice had appeared from behind her.

"Tate...?"

"yea, sorry. I just wanted to say that, uh, you should go for it. Its now or never. They might be a inmortal , but they wont stay here for long without, um, value? So, uh, go for it."

He flashes Violet a small smile before walking way

"Thanks..." She mumbled and continued to stare at your figure

fuck it.

"Uh, h-hi,"

Her heart felt like it was about to pop tf out her chest

Wait, it dont beat no more.

But still felt like it

You felt like you were trippin'

Are you actually talking to a cute, dead girl right now?

Yes. Yes you were.

"Hi, Violet."

She froze up.

How the hell.

Did one of the ghosts tell you?

What.

"How did you--"

"Oh, it was easy. A lot of people talk about this house, and you."

oh, right.

Well, shit.

"What, cat got your tongue?"

Yes.

"N--no, im fine--"

You just chuckled at her

Why in the hell were you so calm???

"Do you wanna talk a little? im sure you didn't call me just to call me."

"Yes! i mean--sure!"

You guys hung out the rest of the night and it was amazing.

She found out things about you

You found out things about her

A win-win!

She'd hate when you have your blood lust

Because 1. You're scary as hell

2. She hates seeing you in pain

3. There's no blood available for you in the house because its all dead blood, we dont want you to be sick

4. She hates waiting long for you to come home

Long naps with you after you got back from hunting

BUBBA SAWYER

You told Bubba from the start of the relationship!

I mean, why not tell your cannibal boyfriend that you, are in fact, a blood thirsty vampire

At first, he was confused

A vampire in texas...?

A real, REAL vampire.

Complusion to make him less confused

Oh, now he gets it!

Wonder why...

He'll still love you

Vampire or not

constant babbling about how he loves your crimson eyes

HATES it when you have your blood lust

He hates seeing you in pain

Tries feeding you his victims

Gets even more upset when you tell him you can't have dead blood

Hes on his way to find some more victims

You can count on him!

He'll come back with 2-5 victims

Maybe even more if there was some event going on nearby

He'll sit you on his lap and cuddle with you till' you feel better

He coos at you but you have absolutely no idea on what he's saying!

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[vintage-marina]

"I know what you did."

summary: you found out what he's done

f!reader, but it isn't really specified

angst

TW: SA, school shooting basically everything what Tate did, fighting, screaming

words: 1103

@dreamsweetener

"He," pausing for a second you looked at Violet with a haunted expression. "He did what?"

With sad eyes Violet looked at you, the two of you standing in the guest room. Her foot was constantly tapping on the ground, her hands clammy. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Y/N."

She took a step forwards, she noticed the silent tears on your cheeks. Blewing out the air of your lungs you tried to calm yourself, a small sob left your body and before Violet could prepare herself you threw yourself in her arms.

"I should've told you earlier," she mumbled. Her chin was leaning on your shoulder, both you and Violet were holding eachother for 'dear life'.

"It's not your fault." reassuring her you stared blankly at the wooden closet. "I'm glad you told me although it's a bit late."

The both of you fell still, knowing that in the silence the both of you still held eachother dearly. The gears in your brain started working, with each passing second you became more and more angry at Tate.

"I think I have to talk to him, Vi." Slowly you let go of her, unclasping your hands from her vest.

"What are you going to say to him?"

"I," you wiped a few tears away. "Don't know."

"Don't do anything stupid, okay? Pinky promise me."

"I promise," the both of you hold out your pinkies and clasped them together.

Taking some deep breaths you left the room, anger following in your trails. Your heavy footsteps echoed through the house while your breathing was ragged.

You had to find him.

With an agressive swing you opened the door, to his old bedroom (that was now yours). The room was clattered with your clothing and make-up, your walls decorated with pictures and posters, but the room was empty. Letting out a huff of frustration, you slammed the door shut.

Realisation dawned on you that he probably knew what Violet had said, he must have hid himself. A few curse words left your lips and you pulled your hand over your face in frustration.

What the hell, Tate.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You have to be calm if you want to confront him, why did he have to shatter your heart like that? Slowly you opened your bedroomdoor again and stepped in your room, when you closed it you let your head hung on the door. A deep sigh escaped your lips and a soft sob followed through.

A deep sadness clung in your chest.

You slid down on the ground, your mascara was smeared on your cheeks and with shaky hands you tried to wipe the tears away. For a long, long time you sat like this.

Zoned out, you stared ahead of you.

Headache already forming.

"Tate?" You called out with a hoarse voice. "Please I-we need to talk."

Ignoring your call, Tate tugged at his hair while he mumbled inchorent things. Tears streamed on his cheeks and he sunk on his knees, you were going to leave him.

"Tate!" He heard you crying out, his dead heart shattered at the voice cracks. Why did Violet said something? At the thought of her name, a few more tears fell down.

Buring your head in your hands, your shoulders shook.

Was Vivien in pain during the act?

What did Tate say to his victims?

Were they in pain when they were murdered?

Is he going to hurt you too?

You were getting scared of him.

"Please don't leave me, Y/N," was all that you heard. You looked at him with tears in your eyes, his hair was all over the place and his eyes bright red from his cries. His hand tried to reach out for you and he walked towards you, trying to pull himself in your embrace.

His way to calm himself.

"Stay back," you said with all the strength you could muster. You couldn't trust him anymore. "What?" His face was full of disbelief, more tears brimmed up at the edge of his brown eyes. "Why?" Voice small he stared at the ground, watching his teardrops fell on the wooden floor. What he thought to himself was true, you didn't want him anymore.

Quickly you scrambled up, your arms clung protectively against your midriff. "Why?" you said slowly almost in disbelief. "Why Tate?"

He nodded and a small "yeah" escaped his lips.

"I don't," you took a deep breath and wiped with your hand your tears away. "I know what you did."

"I didn't mean to!" He screamed in desperation, waving his hands erratically. "You have to trust me, Y/N!"

"But I don't Tate! I don't!" you screamed back at him, with half swollen eyes you looked mistrustful at him. "You-you probably don't even regret it," a coldness was in your eyes.

Locking his brown eyes with the cold eyes of yours, he got goosebumps. Anger and panick flowed in his veins and in one swift motion he held your wrist, "That's not true."

You held your mouth firmly, seeing the stormy haze in his eyes you shrunk away. Violet hopefully was nearby, incase things went south. The storm was getting darker and darker and in frustration he screamed: "That not true! You know that's not who I am!"

Tears were still flowing on his cheeks and he shook at you, while his grip was getting stronger and stronger. Flinching you tried pulling your wrist out of his hand, "Let me go Tate," you mumbled voice barely a whisper.

But he didn't, he didn't let you go.

A grunt of pain escaped your mouth and your lungs went wheezing after the impact your back had on the wall. His hands were now on your shoulders and he sobbed in despair that he did regret it and that you shouldn't leave him.

Your head was trobbing and you whispered tearfully: "I don't know you anymore, Tate."

Brown eyes widening, he realised something that you didn't know. He knew you were afraid of him, "You know," his voice cracking slightly while his trembling hand cupped your cheek. Noticing the hitch in your breath, he saw you were trembling too. "I would never hurt you, ever."

You fluttered your eyes, closing only for a moment. Shaking off his hand of your cheek you embraced him while your heart was thundering in your ears. The blond boy melted in your arms and before he could pull you even tighter you whispered at the shell of his ear: "You just did."

"What?" He said again, he began sniffling. "When?"

You shook your head and your hand grapsed the doorknob, "You don't even realise it."

He watched in defeat when you walked out of the door, he didn't follow you. When he saw you leaving the ground out of the window, he curled himself up in a ball and cried in frustration.

[nails4breakfast-tacks4snacks]

Pretty crier:

A person that is beautiful when they cry.

"Their eyes shine when they cry"

[yandereunsolved]

✧ Yandere Violet Harmon ✧

"Happy birthday, Violet! I know you're dead but I got you a present."

"You finally dropped those worthless friends of yours and decided to only hang with me?"

"N-no."

"Hmm... you are going to promise to improve your shitty music taste and let me cuddle you?"

"Hey! My music taste isn't that bad. You already hang near me whenever my family isn't around."

"What is it, then?"

"That ghost boy, Tate, I think his name is... told me your favorite flavor of cake, so I made it for you and made you a card! Oh, oh, and a friendship bracelet. Since you always get moody when I'm gone, I figured the bracelet could keep you company."

"Tate?"

I told him to go away and stay away from you. Why is that annoying mass murderer taking up your time? Why is he spending time around you? I've already told the other ghosts to stay away from you. I already warned him that I wouldn't even look his way if he interacted with you.

"Yeah, Tate? Anyways, surprise! Happy birthday!"

"God, thank you, but your presence is more than enough in this insufferable house. I was going to die again from boredom, but then your family moved in. You saved me from such a terrible existence. Just promise me one thing."

"What?"

"Promise me that you'll stay away from Tate and that you'll never move out of this godawful house."

"Violet, I understand being trapped in this house may be hard but I have college and life."

"It's my birthday. It's just such a little tiny thing. I do so much for you. Can't you just give me this?"

"I mean— uhm."

"Promise me."

[iheartyouyou]

Kill Bill | Tate Langdon

Summary: Tate randomly breaks up with you, moving on with Violet. It sucks, because you’re a ghost too, stuck in the house forever with a broken heart. But luckily there is a way out. Or is there? (Loosely based on the song “Kill Bill” by SZA.)

Word count: 1.6k

Part two: here

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death & suic*de, not proofread and probably more (sorry!)

Author’s Note: I’m obsessed with SZA’s new album and I’ve been wanting to write for Tate for a while, and so what better way than to write some angst? Anyways, please leave feedback! <3

You frown as you stared at the new couple— Tate and Violet— from the window, holding hands as you heard their muffled laughter. Tate was holding a candy bucket, they just got back from trick-or-treating.

That was supposed to be your guys’ thing, not their thing. It was the one day you could leave this shit hole— Tate promised he would take you trick-or-treating after you confessed to him you’ve never been.

Tate broke up with you not too long ago after dating for 11 months and 13 days. You guys couldn’t even make it to your one year anniversary. You guys would’ve, if it wasn’t for him.

It started with him acting distant, making up excuses and running away from you. Then after two weeks of not seeing or hearing anything from him, he dumps you. He shrugged it off as if it were nothing, as if he didn’t convince you to take your own life and spend the rest of eternity with him.

And now he had a new girlfriend— Violet Harmon. Her family had moved in a little bit ago, Violet immediately catching Tate’s attention.

It’s funny how the same thing happened with you. You wondered if it was a endless cycle, you wondered if the same thing would happen to her.

You hadn’t officially met her yet— deciding to stay in the shadows, she seemed sweet, but you just couldn’t help but hate her.

The couple made their way inside the house, the steps becoming closer and closer. You froze, becoming unseen.

“You know what we should watch?” You heard him ask Violet, the both of them stepping into her room before closing the door.

You came closer to the door, placing your ear against it to hear their conversation.

“Tate, I’m gonna gain like 10 pounds if I eat all this.” Violet said, giggling.

“Well, if I eat this half you’ll only gain 5.” He offered, slight amusement in his voice. He leaned forward, capturing her lips.

You back away from the door, hearing all that smooching and how they were definitely making out made you sick to your stomach.

You run to the nearest bathroom, puking.

-

“My dad’s not here.” You heard a voice from behind you, startling you.

It wasn’t just a voice, it was her voice.

You hesitantly turn around, facing Violet. She looked at you expectantly, eyes squinted. You shrunk under her gaze, breaking eye contact.

“H-he’s not?” You asked.

“No. He’s not. I can leave a message for hi—“

“No! I mean— uhm— no. It’s okay, I’ll have my mom call him or something.” You say, finally looking up at her.

“Who let you in anyways.”

“Moi— the maid. Or housekeeper— whatever you call her. She let me in.” You spoke, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Oh.” She mumbled, looking around. You look away, trying to think of a way to get out of there. You could just simply disappear— you were a ghost— but you didn’t want to expose yourself.

You weren’t a patient of her Dad’s, but after snooping around you found out that Tate was. You didn’t think anyone was home, trying to take a peek at his file. Too bad little miss perfect caught you, huh?

“So, what are you seeing my dad for?” She asks, causing you to look back at her. You open your mouth, a response on the tip of your tongue before it dies away, the hickey on her neck becoming your new focus point. Your face falls.

She furrows her eyebrows, placing her hand on her hip. “Uhm… are yo—“

“Tate. He’s the one who gave you that hickey, right?” You blurt, your eyes flickering back to hers.

As if her eyebrows can furrow any further, they do, her hand quickly coming up to cover the hickey.

You scowl, her suddenly becoming the one who couldn’t keep eye contact. “H-how— wha—“

“Be careful around him, or you’re just gonna become one of his victims.” You snark, storming off before disappearing.

You didn’t mean to lash out, you just couldn’t help if. It wasn’t fair. How come he gets to move on? How come he gets to leave you in the dust? How come you’re stuck in this house for eternity, your heart shattering every time you saw or heard of him. You couldn’t even remember the last time he spared you a glance.

Fucking bastard.

And how badly you wanted to kill him and his new girlfriend. Too bad he’s already dead and if you kill her, you’ll be doing him a favor.

-

When you’re a ghost stuck in a house for eternity, there’s really nothing to do. You’ve read every single book in this house at least a hundred times, visited every part of this house at least a million times, and probably more.

Tate never let you talk to the other ghosts, mainly Chad and Patrick.

Since you’re a ghost stuck in a house for eternity, struggling to get over your ex boyfriend, you needed advice.

“Oh honey, you’re barking up the wrong tree.” Chad announced, eyeing you up and down as you entered the room. Patrick turned, scoffing. “What you want?”

“I need…” You cringed at yourself, before shaking your head. “Never mind, sorry.” You spin around, getting ready to leave before they stopped you.

“Come on, we don’t bite. You obviously came here for something, your boyfriend trying to plot some revenge or someth—“ Chad started.

“No— we actually broke up. That’s what I came here for. He’s dating that uh, new girl.” You interrupt, head low.

They both stay silent, sharing a knowing look before staring back at you. “Violet? Jesus— she’s a pain in my ass. She’s so loud at night, I’m surprised her parents haven’t said anything. She sounds like a dying cat when she moans.” They both laugh.

You flinch, you’ve heard her moaning too. That’s why you stayed in the basement at night.

“Uhr— yeah. I know you guys don’t like Tat—“

“We don’t like both of them, hun.”

“Okay, both of them, but I need your guys’ help. Look, I know we may have had our differences and stuff… but I’m desperate.” You beg, looking between them.

You watch as Chad raises an eyebrow, Patrick pressing his lips inti a straight line before motioning for you to come over. “Fine, but you’re gonna owe us.”

-

You hum a soft tone, rubbing your eyes as you made your way down to the basement. You round the corner, eyes almost bulging out of your head as you spot the blond mop of curls by your makeshift bed.

“What are you doing?” You ask harshly, rubbing the last bit of sleep from your eyes before staring at him.

“Have you been sleeping down here?” Tate asks softly, ignoring your question.

“What are you doing here?” You repeat yourself, taking a sharp inhale as he finally turned around.

“What are you doing with that gay couple? I told you to stay away from them Y/N, they’re not safe.” He says, taking a step towards you. You take one back, shaking your head.

“They’re nice actually. You know they have names, right? Chad and Patrick.” You snark, staring up at him.

“I don’t care. Stay away from them— Violet too. You spooked her.”

“‘Spooked her’? I was just telling her the truth.” You say.

He sighs, rubbing his temples. “Just— don’t ruin this for me. Kay?”

“What? I’m not gonna ruin your stupid fucking relationship, Tate. Go be happy with her, I don’t care. I’ll leave your girlfriend alone, okay? Now can you go? I’ve had a long night.” You sigh, giving up as your shoulders drop.

You push past him, making your way to your bed.

“Why are you so jealous? She makes m—“ He starts.

“I’m not jealous!” You shout, eyebrows furrowing. “You wanna know why I was talking to Chad and Patrick? Because we’re planning to dig up my bones and bury me in some graveyard. Just far away from you. So, now you and your girlfriend can be happy! I’ll most definitely leave the two of you alone.” You finally admit.

You almost wish you didn’t say that when you looked up, seeing the pained expression on his face. “Wha— how do you even know about that?!”

“Moira.” You mumble, shifting your weight onto one foot.

“Moira? God damnit— look, Y/N, you c-can’t leave. I won’t let you!” He announced sadly, eyes glistening in light from the window above.

You clench your fists, anger bubbling up inside you. “I’m stuck here for eternity! Tate— this is like hell for me! You have no right to choose this choice for me.”

“Hell? You think it’s hell here?” He practically whimpered, frowning.

You stay quiet for a few moments, sitting on the edge of your makeshift bed. “Yes. I’m leaving, wether you like or not. Can you leave me alone now?”

It feels like the wind just got knocked out of him, dropping to his knees as he wraps his arms tightly around your legs. “You can’t— please. I’m sorry, please don’t leave me. You’re a-all I have. I love you, I love you so much—“ He begged, tears flooding his cheeks as his grip on your legs got impossibly tighter.

“Please don’t leave me. If Violet’s the problem I can get rid of her! Her family too— I can get rid of anyone or anything that’s the problem, okay? If I’m problem I can leave you alone! You’ll never see me again— please, I promise, i p—“

“Go away, Tate.” You say softly, wiping your eyes before any tears could start. He stops, eyes widening as he looks up at you in tears. “NO! What? No! Please!”

You look away, not having the strength to look at him. “Go away.”

And he listened.

[xxsp3llb0undxx]

Gasping For Air (Tate Langdon X F!Reader)

Summary: Reader moves into the murder house and has trouble sleeping, Tate decides to play a prank on her which leads to her having a panic attack. Tate comforts her through it and protects her throughout the rest of the night while she sleeps.

MASTERLIST MH ,, MASTERLIST

DISCLAIMER: DO NOT POST MY WORK TO OTHER SITES OR CLAIM AS YOUR OWN. I DO NOT OWN ANY RIGHTS TO AHS OR THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN THE FIC, I ONLY OWN SOME STORYLINE NOTHING MORE. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO THE WRITERS OF AHS.

T.W. PANIC ATTACK // JUST TATE BEING CUTE ASF //

Moving into the murder house wasn't that bad, the house itself was beautiful, it had six bedrooms and six baths: bit much for a family of three though. The first night wasn't exactly peaceful, it felt like the walls of the house were talking, it was driving Y/n insane. She would keep tossing and turning in the bed that just so happened to be in the room she chose. The soft rustling of the bedsheets was all that could be heard, that was until Y/n saw a figure sitting in the chair at her desk by the window. At first, she just thought it was the clothes she put there instead of hanging them up in her wardrobe, she was just being paranoid; or at least that's what she kept telling herself. Y/n turned on to her other side, facing away from where her desk was positioned, she thought if she kept fixating on that area for too long someone would just emerge from the darkness and probably kill her.

A gust of air spread across the back of her neck; the small hairs stood up on end, causing goosebumps to slowly rise under her skin. Y/n wasn't scared, she just thought it was her imagination playing tricks on her. With a soft huff of air, she turned around and opened her eyes; there was nothing there. She shook her head, feeling stupid for thinking someone was in her room right now even though it would be impossible. The young girl sighed and removed the blanket from her body and turned to get up out of bed, she just needed some water from the kitchen and then to go back to her room to try and sleep. As soon as the soles of her feet touched the ground, two large hands wrapped themselves around her ankles; the scream that erupted from her throat could wake up a whole village, instead it woke up her mother and brother. The pounding footsteps from down the hall slowly neared Y/n's room, tears fell down her face as she tried her best to calm herself down. The bedroom door opened and revealed her worried mother and her half-asleep brother, the both of them looked like they had seen a ghost.

Y/n's mother walked slowly over to her bed, careful not to scare her any more than she already was. Quiet mutters of go away, go away, go away, were all that could be heard in the dim lit room. As soon as her mother placed a hand on her back, hoping it would pull her back to reality and tell them what happened to make her this distraught, Y/n flinched and moved as far away from her mother as possible. Her mother and brother decided to leave the girl alone for the night, maybe she just had a nightmare and needed sometime to collect her thoughts. In the darkest corner of her room though, stood a shaggy blonde-haired boy, his dark brown eyes filled with sorrow and guilt. He didn't intend to scare the poor girl that much, he just wanted to shake her up a little. He didn't realise what he was doing next until he was sat beside her on his old bed, the movement of the mattress made her look over at where he was sitting. She couldn't see him, of course, which in turn made her start to hyperventilate and cause a panic attack to happen. The blonde-haired boy didn't know how to react, he just sat there watching everything unfold in front of him.

Y/n's chest moved at a fast pace, her lungs trying to take in as much air as possible, the room felt like it was getting smaller, closing in around her. Next was the wheezing, her lungs felt like they were shrivelling up from the lack of air she was inhaling. Then came the dizziness and the sweating, Y/n was struggling to concentrate, the feeling of being in a house with God knows what was rather scary to her. Her mind was so hazy she couldn't even register the warm hand rubbing circles into her back, and then she did. At first, it made the panic attack increase, she thought she was going to pass out from the lack of oxygen in her lungs but then it started to help, her body relaxed into the feeling, and she could slowly start to breathe again. Her body felt exhausted, all she wanted was to sleep for all eternity after tonight's events. Y/n shut her eyes for what felt like only a second, before her body slowly fell backwards onto her bed, she was out like a light, or so the blonde-haired boy thought. He pulled the blanket over her body and lent down to press a kiss to her forehead, the soft action made the girl lying beside him whine, a small smile painted his lips at her reaction; she is so damn cute was all he could think.

The boy stared at the sleeping girl beside him, she looked so peaceful, like an angel. He stayed beside her throughout the next couple hours, scared in case the other ghosts in the house would come and provoke her, he needed her, and he didn't want what happed to the rest of the ghosts to happen to her. The blonde boy lifted his hand to move a piece of Y/n's hair out of her face, she tossed and turned in her sleep from the sudden contact; the boy was scared she would wake up and scream at him. Instead, she moved closer to the warmth his body was radiating and buried her face into his chest. His heart did a flip, the small interaction with the girl, who is now cuddled into him, made the blonde feel giddy. He wrapped him arms around her, trying his best to make her feel safe in any way possible, and whispered into the dark room Sleep well, my love.

[femfallenangel]

hello! i loved your Tate fic<3 if you write for Violet I was wondering if you could do a fem reader where she and reader smoke togheter? If not, i'd like a pre death Kyle where they have their first kiss in college, after a party?

rather melodramatic , aren’t you ?

( violet harmon x fem!reader )

warnings ; smoking , mature language.

admin ‘s note ; of course i can :) if you’d like , i can work on kyle ‘s fanfic as well , it shall be out soon <3

A cool northern breeze smoothed your cheeks , leaving a warm red stain from the October coldness lately surrounding the entire city. Dark clouds upon your head seemed so heavy , as if the devil took control over the gloomy afternoon sky.

“ God , it looks like it’s gonna rain “ you whispered to yourself , lighting up the tip of your cigarette , inhaling sharp & deep , straight into your lungs.

“ Who cares , rain is cool. “ a voice behind you caused your body to flicker. A soft wave of dirty blonde hair came into your sight , her laugh mixed with the sound of leaves crushing under her massive , black boots.

“ You scared the shit out of me , geez , don’t do it again ! “ your features lighten up , even if meaning of such words might’ve say otherwise.

Placing herself in front of you on a wide , long brick wall , she took a cigarette case out of her mud green bag , offering you one. You shook off your head , letting her know you already have one yourself by blowing some of the smoke onto her corpse - looking face. She laughed , showing those pearly white teeth of hers. Violet seemed to be an angel sent to this earth , an earth filled with dust and suffering. She deserved better , you thought , lowering your sight.

As if the blonde was a mind reader , she placed a warm hand on much colder yours , caressing the skin softly. “ Rather melodramatic , aren’t you ? “ Violet asked your worried mimic , raising one of her furrowed brows effectively.

Your mouth corners curled up into one , soon fading away smile ; the silence was so loud , but not in an awkward way , not at all. You felt peace , for the very first time in your not - so - long lifetime. The gaze of yours locking with hers dark brown pools caused your intensities to squeeze tight , forcing you to sigh deeply , clearing out your throat after such intense smoke inhaling.

“ Just thinking … You always seem so easygoing , Vi , I mean , how are you doing all this ? Always waking everybody with a smile wide glued onto your lips … Are you a magician or something like that ? “ gulping loud your salvia , your piercing eyes analysed her smoking technique ; agressive & passionate , smoking so fast as if the tomorrow’s not gonna come.

Ash fallen to her feet , Violet’s gaze narrowed all of the very sudden. “ That’s the whole point , ( Y / L / N ). I want people to think that. One day I just got sick of people’s shit and decided to paint my own picture. I make them see only the things I want them to see. The rest I keep hidden. “ her monotonous , slight raspy from the constant nicotine usage tone replied right back at you like thunder.

Tiny raindrops forming quickly into much bigger ones irritated the lit up cigarettes , causing the small fire to crack. Looking at each other again , you fought the urge to wrap your hands around her torso and cry to her chest about how much she doesn’t deserve it. How much you don’t deserve. How nobody dies a virgin. Life fucks us all.

[thatswhatthepoetssay]

Sunshine Boy Chapter 1

Franken Kyle Spencer X Reader

Word count: 806

Summery: A typical story of girl meets boy…and maybe some trouble along the way.

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When we are young we are told stories of magical castles, brave knights, and evil witches.

As I step through the doors of Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies, I can feel the sweat starting to build on the palms of my hands. After the meeting with the headmistress, I have some time to explore my new home.

The portraits of previous supremes stand out on the snow-colored walls.

They look so poised and solemn, not a single smile in sight, how peculiar.

“Hey, you’re the new girl right?”Asks the brunette-haired girl.

I’m the new girl at a school for witches..right.

“Yeah actually, I just got here a few hours ago” I answer hoping to sound as nice as possible.

“Alright then follow me, you will be bunking with me and Madison.” She says as starts to walk up the curved stairs.

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By sunset, I knew all of the necessary schedules, routines, and even picked up on some gossip.

After asking the girl from earlier, whose name turned out to be Zoe, for directions to the bathroom. I grabbed my things and headed toward what I thought was the correct room.

Upon entering the thought-to-be bathroom I quickly realized that it was a bedroom.

I'm instantly met with a pair of brown eyes that carry a confused expression. To my surprise, they belong to a boy with sun-colored hair.

Isn’t this supposed to be an academy for “exceptional young ladies”?

“I'm sorry I didn’t mean to barge in, I was looking for the bathroom.” I explain while looking at him. Instead of replying he simply gets up and cautiously walks over to where I’m standing.

As he stands in front of me with confusion written all over his face, I see someone walking toward the room.

“Oh hi YN, I thought you were going to the bathroom?” Says Zoe as she walks through the doorway.

“Yeah I was trying to find it, but ended up here.. who’s this by the way” I eye the blonde boy in-font of me.

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After Zoe’s quick explanation, I turn back to who now is known to be Kyle.

“Well Kyle my name is YN, I’m new, sorry again for barg-“ Before I could finish my sentence Kyle raises one of his hands and gently places it on the side of my cheek. Zoe quickly moves his hand away while telling him that he shouldn’t do that.

That was an oddly comforting way to say “hello.”

“Um well I guess I’ll just go now, sorry again” I quickly add as I walk out into the hallway.

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The following morning instead of waking up to see my new roommates, I woke up to see a note placed on my bedside table.

“Cordelia needed us to get some supplies so we are going to be out for a bit. Would you mind bringing some breakfast over to Kyles's room? Sorry for being a bother, Zoe. Ps: There are pancakes on the counter:)”

After reading the note I quickly get dressed and head downstairs to get some food for myself and Kyle.

“Kyle? Its YN. Is it okay if I come in? I brought some food.” I say as I slightly open the door. As soon as I come into the bedroom I immediately spot Kyle sitting on the floor with some sort of cards all around him.

“F..ood?” He questions as I sit down setting the breakfast tray in front of him.

“Yeah food, there are chocolate chip pancakes today!” I reply while taking a pancake from the stack.

His eyes immediately light up as he reaches for the plate. His face scrunches up in concentration as he pours the syrup on his pancake.

Something about his golden locks falling onto his face makes me want to just reach up and brush them away.

“So Kyle.. how long have you been here?” I ask while taking a sip of my coffee.

He looks at me and starts to try to communicate his thoughts. After a few seconds, he lets out an irritated puff and buries his face in his hands.

“Hey it's okay-“ I try to calm him down by placing a hand on his shoulder “- take your time.”

At that, he raises his head and lets out a small whine. He looks so exhausted, his eyes have a tear-like sheen and his lips are formed into a frown.

“St..uu..upid” He mumbles as he points his pointer finger at his chest.

“I know you’re not Kyle. You’re not stupid, okay?” I say while giving him a small smile.

Immediately I am engulfed in a tight hug. His arms wrap around me and his head goes to rest on my shoulder. After a few seconds, my hands start to stroke his hair in a soothing matter.

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PS Whenever I post Chapter 2 It will be A-LOT longer. In the meantime I will be posting different Ahs stories, one-shots, and requests. Im currently working on a Tate Langdon one that will be posted in a few days! Lmk if you guys have any requests for future stories :)

[violetscardigan]

[ Younger Violet Harmon Headcannons ]

• grew up going to vbs

• never had a unicorn, princess, rainbow, birthday party

• would go to mcdonalds every saturday morning with ben

• never was afraid of ghosts, clowns, the dark, and common fears

• would do karaoke with viven

• loved my little pony

• would be one of the smartest kids in her class, especially language arts

• would go to baseball games

• played mostly outside and did puzzles

• loved coloring

• knew every lyrics to ‘ABBA’ songs

• would be amazing at mario kart would always pick princess daisy as her character or luigi

• had a violet cake for birthday

• would only go to starbucks with her mom for the cakepops

• good at soccer

• hardly ever cried

• didn’t have a lot of friends but maybe one good close friend

Sorry these arent the best im still kind of new at this type of thing

[eventually27]

Reader on their period

How would the evans react

The Evans, when its your time of the month..

(Mentions of blood and sex)

Tate Langdon

He'd keep checking on you to make sure you were OK.

He would sit and listen to your favourite songs with you.

Play scrabble with you to pass the time.

He would run you a bath with black rose petals, of course, and sit with you.

He would steal medication from around the house for you. He would hate seeing you in pain.

Offer you plenty of cuddles and belly rubs.

He would clean your sheets if you bled on them.

Kit Walker

He would come home from work with flowers and chocolate.

He would come home on this lunch break to check on you.

He'd cook you your favourite meal for dinner.

Before he would go to work in the morning, he would get you a hot water bottle and kiss you on the forhead.

He'd go to the shop for you whenever you needed anything.

Kyle Spencer

Pre death

He would walk you to any classes you had to go to.

He would sneak you in his dorm to cuddle you all night.

He wouldn't get mad at your mood swings, he knew you didn't mean it.

He would get snacks and watch your favourite film, even if it was a romance film.

Frankenkyle

He would be confused as to why you're moody. You would have to explain that you couldn't help it and didn't mean it.

He would be freaked out that you're bleeding and not understand why.

He would be concerned, get upset, and cuddle you.

Jimmy Darling

He would get slight ptsd from his encounter with Desiree Dupree 🫣.

He'd try his best to comfort you.

He would round up the others, and they would try to cheer you up.

He'd ride into town to get you anything you needed, day or night (as long as the show hadn't started)

Offer you alcohol to numb any pain you were in and tuck you into bed in his trailer.

James Patrick March

Has Miss Evers on standby for any bloody sheets.

He isn't bothered by a bloody mess at all. If anything, he likes it, so he wants to pleasure you.

He would arrange a nice dinner to be cooked for you in the evening.

Absinthe on had to numb the pain.

He'd shower you in gifts and jewels (even if they were from the dead)

Kai Anderson

He doesn't mind blood.

But he thinks you're weak for letting it affect your emotions.

He thinks you're denying your body of its true meaning (having a baby). Bleeding is your punishment.

He would tease you sexualy but not give anything untill you were finished.

He's unpredictable. He might occasionally show you sympathy and give you a cuddle but not for long.

But dont worry, Winter would be there to help you and offer support.

Colin Zabel

He would get you a hot water bottle and make you a coffee before he left for work.

He would text you throughout the day to check in.

Although embarrassed, he would buy you pads/tampons from the shop (not making eye contact as he bought them)

He would return from work with flowers and your favourite snacks.

He would order takeout for you, and you would watch movies and eat in bed.

You would receive all the cuddles and kisses he had to give.

He would tell him mum/mom you couldn't come over for dinner untill you were better.

[gredandforgeweatherby]

Home Invaded

Violet Harmon x GN!reader

WC: 696

Warnings: Swearing, talks of murder, based on 1x02 "Home Invasion", so slight talks of what happens in that episode, rushed writing (I know), not proofread (I know). Probably ooc Violet because no matter how many times I've watched a show I can never get them right in writing.

A/N: This was requested, so I just want to put out a reminder that my requests are open! Also, IMAGE IS NOT MINE!!

You were just on the cusp of falling asleep when your phone woke you up.

The first few vibrations were not felt in your almost-REM-sleep-state, but as you came to you realized someone was calling you. Your groggy mind had taken too long to process this, seeing as the call had timed out, but by the time you grabbed it, it began ringing again.This time you could see that it was your girlfriend Violet.

“Violet?” you questioned groggily, “What’s up, why are you calling me?”

“Y/n.” She cried through the phone.

Her cry made you sit up in bed, all tiredness suddenly gone at the sound of your distressed girlfriend.

“Violet, what’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?” You fired off questions, maybe a bit too fast for the crying girl to keep up with. It took her a second to answer, swallowing down a sob as she did.

“My mom and I- we–there were some fucking freaks–they tied us up, talking about some stupid fucking nurses, I–” Violet had once again began crying as she tried to explain what was going on. You tried to cut in and calm her down before asking her anything else.

“Violet, hey calm down. Deep breaths in and out. Just, focus on your breathing and calm yourself down before talking again okay?”

The line was silent, minus the sound of Violet’s breaths and dying cries. After a deep and shuddering breath, you thought it was okay to question the girl again.

“Okay, Violet. Are you and your mom okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah we’re fine, they’re gone.”

“Okay.” You paused. “Vi, what do you need?”

VIolet released a deep breath before answering you, her voice quiet and stuffy from her crying.

“I don’t know, I-I just–would you come over? My parents are together and I don’t want to be by myself right now.”

You nodded, even though you knew she couldn’t see, while answering her.

“Yeah, Vi, of course. I’ll be over soon, I’ll text you when I’m there okay?”

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You and Violet laid back in her bed, slouched between your legs with her back to your chest, your arms around her shoulders.. She had calmed down some by the time you had gotten to her house, and calmed down even more while you had been there. 

“They were trying to recreate these murders that happened here in the 60s or something. A guy came in and killed two nurses–stabbed one, drowned the other. I guess they worshipped the freak who did them them. Fucking weirdos.”

You had a fond smile on your face as you rolled your eyes at your girlfriend. Even though this experience thoroughly shook her up and traumatized her, she still somehow found a way to talk about it in her typical Violet fashion. 

“Okay, I think you’ve had enough of those weirdos for one night. How about we stop talking about them and try to get some sleep?” You suggested, looking down at her.

Violet nodded her head in agreement before getting off the bed and moving to her dresser. She pulled off her clothes and dropped them on the floor before putting her pajamas on. You had gotten off her bed and grabbed her clothes from the floor, going to her closet and dropping them in the hampe before turning back to face her. She stood at her dresser, using the small mirror on top of it while she brushed her hair. You smiled, admiring her for a second before walking over to her. She put her brush down just as you made it to her. She looked up at you for a second before wrapping her arms around your middle, you putting yours on her shoulders and resting your chin on her head. After staying like that for a couple of seconds, you pulled apart. Grabbing her face, you give her a quick peck on the lips, leading her to her bed afterwards. The two of you settled into Violet’s bed, her once again settling into your arms, this time as the little spoon. She reached out and turned off the light on her nightstand before further snuggling into your arms.