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Teenage Bonnie and Clyde

Pairing: Tate Langdon x Violet Harmon Word count: 2,822 Warnings: School shooting, violence, death

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Lying on the roof, their fingers were laced together loosely, both staring into the night sky. Tate looked over to his right, watching Violet for a moment. As if she felt eyes on her, she looked at him and gave him a small smile. “Hey, Violet?” He asked softly.

“Yeah?”

“You think it’s possible for people like us to be happy?” His left hand was resting on his stomach, looking more relaxed than she knew he was.

Letting go of his hand, she rolled to her side, and propped herself up on her elbow. “I know we can.” There was no uncertainty in her voice. That was one thing she’d never question.

“How?” Tate’s eyes locked on hers, almost like he was searching for an unspoken answer.

She smirked. “Because we have each other.” Her fingers ran through his hair, and then her fingertips traced down over his jaw.

Finally, he smiled. The one that only she really saw. Tate turned his head, kissing her fingers lightly. “We still on for tomorrow?” He asked, rolling to his side to lean on his elbow like her. His eyes searched her face for any doubt. If she wasn’t in, he wasn’t, either. As much planning as they did, as many times as they went over those said plans, and as bad as he wanted this…the whole thing was worthless without her.

“Have I ever let you down?”

He pretended to think, tapping his chin. “You did miss my 7th birthday party.” Tate laughed as she shoved him lightly on his shoulder.

Violet stuck her tongue out at him. “Okay, that wasn’t my fault! I had the chicken pox!” She reminded him. “And fuck, man, that was ten years ago!” Rolling back to her back, she laughed when he put his hands by her shoulders, looking down at her. “You’re such a loser.” She teased.

Tate feigned shock. “What does that make you?” He countered. “You’ve been my best friend since before you wore a training bra, and my girlfriend for almost as long.”

It was her turn to pretend to think. “Lucky.” She cupped his cheek and pulled him down into a kiss. He smiled into it, moving so that he was leaning his weight on his right arm, his left hand moving to grip her hip.

Violet was anxious, but kept it down. She drove them to school that morning, and pretended like she was parking as usual. Leaning over, he pulled her into a deep kiss, resting his forehead on hers. He smirked at her as his eyes locked on hers. “I don’t hate you.” He teased.

“I don’t hate you more.” Violet chuckled. “I’ll be there.” She reassured him. Biting her lip, she watched her boyfriend slip out of the car. His blonde locks a stark contrast to his black knee length trench coat that covered the black jeans that fit him just right, all finished off with his black boots.

Second period was already well under way, leaving the halls mostly empty. There’d be stragglers, but no one to fret about. Violet chewed on her lip, not moving the car until he was passed those doors. She was going to park around the back, in a part of the lot that wasn’t used anymore. He’d slip out, get in, and the two of you were gone. For good.

As soon as those door closed behind him, Violet pulled out of the parking space, and away from the front of their high school. Her radio was on low as she made her way to the exact spot they had agreed to meet, and put the car in park. While they had run over as many possible scenarios together, trying to figure out an average time for everything to play out, there was no way to know.

Leaving her car running, she leaned over to her glove compartment and pulled out the small gun he’d given her a few weeks prior.

“I have something for you.” He grinned like the Cheshire cat, sitting on the side of her bed in just his boxers.

She laughed. “You mean besides your body?”

He smirked. “Best present of all, babe.” Tate winked, making her bite her lip. Pulling out a smaller sized box, he handed it to her. “Open it.” He gestured to the present.

Quickly, she pulled off the simple red ribbon and pulled the top off. Inside, nestled on black tissue paper, was a silver gun. Right underneath the barrel were a handful of bullets, placed just so. Her eyes went up to him. “A gun?” She asked, a small smile on her face.

“Like I’d go through this without knowing you can defend yourself.” His expression changed, a dark looking taking over at the thought of anyone hurting her. “Promise me something, Violet.” She simply nodded, a serious look on her face, as well. “Anyone so much as gives you a bad feeling, or gets in our way- blow their fucking brains out.”

Violet put the box on the nightstand. “I promise.” She knelt next to him and kissed his shoulder, her hand going over his shoulder blades.

Setting that right next to her right leg, slightly tucked under, she lit herself a cigarette. She let her head fall back, her eyes closing as she blew the smoke from her mouth. Hearing a tapping on her window, she opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at the security guard. With a smile, she rolled down her window. “Can I help you….Robert?” She asked, reading his nametag.

“You can’t park here, and this is a no smoking zone.” He pointed out, discourteously. She couldn’t help but notice how bad his teeth were. Did they not pay him enough to care about oral hygiene?

“Is that so?” Violet asked, feigning to care. “Can I ask you something?” She tilted her head to the side.

He sighed, clearly bored. “What?” Robert snapped.

Her right hand slid just over the handle of her gun as she smiled sweetly. “Is it a no killing zone, as well?” She asked, using her most genteel voice.

Robert’s eyebrows furrowed together. “What? You need to get your ass inside to class. Now.” He ordered, figuring she was just being a smart ass.

“I don’t do well taking orders from assholes.” She shrugged before pointing her gun at him and pulling the trigger. Looking at the ground where he fell, she made a face. “I was hoping that would enhance your face.” She mused, putting her gun back down before rolling up her window.

Tate moved through the halls with ease, no indication that he had nefarious intentions. No one stopped him, why would they? He was just another student, wandering the halls. Seeing the first classroom off to his left, he made his way towards it.

As he opened the door, the teacher turned. “Tate?” He asked, confused.

Instead of an answer, all he received were four bullets to the chest, causing a panic in the others. He didn’t bother to aim, just shooting in places that they seemed to be scattering towards. As he left that room, he didn’t see a single person not bleeding.

One classroom after another he went. Sure, he skipped a few, not caring, but that didn’t mean he didn’t plan to do his worst. His boots echoed, the sounds mixing in with the screams of his classmates, doors being slammed, shots fired, and a slew of other random noises.

His feet were leading him straight to the library. That right there held a promise of a few victims. As he caught sight of the doors, Tate saw someone run in, likely to warn the others, to try to save themselves. Little did they know it was futile.

He chuckled lightly to himself as he realized that at times, the shots sounded like a tire blowing out inside the school halls. Tate figured that’d be something that they wouldn’t think in their last moments.

Reaching the side entrance to the library, he slowly began turning the handle, heightening the suspense. Just as he was about to swing the door open, the handle wouldn’t turn anymore. That right there told him someone was holding the door shut, which was a problem that was easily solved.

Tate stepped back a couple feet, aimed, and fired. The screams from the girls inside told him he was right. Pushing the door with the back of the hand that gripped his pistol, he stepped through. There was an ease to how he moved. Not a care in the world, as if this was just another day.

Just to spice things up a bit, he wet his lips, and started to whistle. Pausing, he swore he heard breathing, so he shoved some books. Once again, he was right when he heard a high pitched scream. Turning the corner, he looked down at the girl crouching there. “Do you believe in God?” He asked, his voice low.

She nodded. “Yes.” She sobbed.

Holding up his gun, his finger pulled the trigger, not even flinching. Without missing a beat, he resumed his pacing around the library. His pistol now tucked away, shotgun in hand. Between two of the couches, was his next target. If he’d really had any, that was. “Please, no!” He tried to back away as Tate pointed the shotgun at him. The next thing that was heard through the library was the shot that killed him.

Tate strolled around the desk that the librarian would sit at, keeping order. No order now, was there? Seeing the boy with the glasses, trying to call for help, he clenched his jaw, and blew half of his face off.

His back was turned when another voice was heard, right after Tate cocked the shotgun, a shell hitting the ground. “Hey.” His voice shook with fear. “That’s enough, get out of here.” He tried to look strong, and tough, but he didn’t for long. His body was flung back from the close range shot.

A muffled cry caught his attention, from right behind the now dead jock. Cocking his gun once more, he walked towards the direction it came from. “Oh, God.” She said, failing to be all that quiet. Her sobbing grew louder as his feet neared, her hand over her mouth. “Oh, God.” Fell from her lips, over and over. God wasn’t with her then.

His fingers gripped the table that was bolted to the floor, ripping it up with ease. Lack of attention over the years made them weak. The table fell on end, behind the terrified cheerleader, a scream escaping her. Her hands went up on instinct, and she dared to look at her shooter. “Why?!” She screamed, tears streaming down her face. There was no emotion on his, the only thing she saw was a bit of blood splatter.

The last one living in the room coward before him, begging. “Please.” With no indication that he’d heard, he shot her in the head.

Violet would glance at the door every now and then, wanting to be prepared. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Tate emerged. She watched as he strolled over to the car, his face slowly relaxing as he got closer. He slipped his coat off, using it the cover the guns in the back. “Drive.” Was all he said once he was in the car.

Pulling out of the parking lot, they both remained silent. There was no telling how long until their faces would be plastered all over the television. She may not have been in the school during the actual shooting, but everyone knew. Find Violet, and you’d find Tate.

Once they were on the highway, they both relaxed. “We’re free.” She told him with a small smile. They each had a bag packed in the trunk, both having been placed there the week before.

Tate turned on the radio, licking his lips. “This way we know when they start looking for us.” He told her. “Then we lay low for a bit.” His voice was smooth, and calming.

‘Authorities are advising caution. Tate Langdon and Violet Harmon should be considered armed and dangerous. They warn against engaging with them, and urge you to call your local police department.

After the shooting at…’

“Well.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “Pull off this exit, babe.” Tate pointed to the exit coming up in just half a mile.

They had driven around for twenty minutes before passing the old abandoned house, calling out to them. It looked like a damn good place to hide for now. Who would look there?

Violet parked a couple streets over, not wanting to park right in front. Tate grabbed the guns, wrapping them in his coat, and Violet took the bags. They did their best to look like they were simply walking along, not wanting to draw too much attention to themselves.

Tate let them around the side of the house that was more blocked off and busted in a window for them. Using his coat to shield his hand, he broke off the remaining shards of glass, listening to them shatter against the floor.

Using his hands, he hoisted Violet in first, passed her the bags, then the guns, and pulled himself up. As soon as he was through the window, she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him close. Her other arm went around his neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist. They kissed roughly for a moment before their grinning caused them to pull apart. “Let’s find us a room, babe.” He smirked, his voice low.

Each of them grabbed something, and moved away from the now broken window. Both anxious to hide deeper in the house, and be in each other’s arms. Tate let her lead the way, following close behind. She brought them into the first room they came to, putting their things off to the side. “Good enough.” She breathed, watching him kick the door shut.

The guns were placed with their other bags, and then forgotten. He pulled her shirt over her head before his hands felt her bare skin, holding her close against him.

Violet woke up with her back against Tate’s chest, his breath on her neck. Smiling softly to herself, she gently slipped out of their makeshift bed and stretched. “Now that’s a sight.” Tate chuckled, still half asleep. “Come back to bed.” He yawned, rolling to his back.

She smiled at him. “Can I at least use the bathroom?” She teased.

“Fine. I guess.” He pouted playfully.

Shaking her head, she grabbed his shirt and a pair of her underwear and slipped them on. Her bare feet were quiet as she moved to the bathroom, the air still slightly stale from the house being shut up so long.

Violet froze when she walked into the bedroom. Red and blue lights were lighting up the room. “Tate!” She rushed to his side, shaking him. “Tate, wake up!” She hissed.

Finally, he slowly opened his eyes, letting them fall shut again. They snapped right back open. “Fuck.” He reached over, grabbing his boxers and pulling them on. Standing up, she looked towards the door, hearing their boots.

Just as Tate was by her side, his fingers laced with hers, the door burst in. Red dots were trained on both of their chests, a SWAT team in full gear. “I don’t hate you.” He said softly.

A loving smile formed on her lips. “I don’t hate you more.” She replied, closing her eyes.

Tate moved as if he was going to grab a weapon from under what he’d used as a pillow. He wasn’t even halfway there when bullets flew through the air, shaking both their bodies before the fell to the ground. Their hands were still touching each other, though they’d stopped breathing.

Sitting on the roof of their new home, Violet had her knees up to her chest. “Hey, Tate?” She asked gently.

“Yeah?” His eyes were trained on the horizon.

Her eyes turned to look at her blonde boyfriend. “Do you think it’s possible for us to be happy forever?”

Tate smirked, looking over at her. “Always.” He reached over, taking her hand. “We’ll never be apart.”

Hearing that, she smiled. “There’s no one else I’d want to be stuck with here, than you.”

He laughed, not caring that the other resident ghosts of the house were around there somewhere. Violet and Tate kept to themselves mostly, but there were a few of the others they didn’t mind too much.

The sounds of a truck stopping made them get up and move up far enough to see a moving truck. With a smirk, Tate licked his lips. “Ready to have some fun?” He asked, both of them watching the new owners of the murder house walk up the front sidewalk.

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midnightstar-90 · 2 years

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My Safe Place

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Tate Langdon x Best Friend! Reader

Summary: When Y/N sees Tate with Violet on Halloween, she and Tate’s other 5 victims decide to give him a visit.

1994

Tate and Y/N have always been best friends. They both had shitty lives and shitty parents which made their bond grow. Tate’s mother didn’t love any of her children, but she took a special liking to Tate. It wasn’t love as much as it was an interest. A sense of accomplishment. And his father mysteriously left out of nowhere when Tate was young. Tate grew resentful toward his father.

Now, Y/N was slightly different. Her parents loved her… at first. But when she was little her mother’s brakes went out while driving, and she couldn’t stop. She ended up rear-ending the car in front of her, and both her mother and the driver instantly died. Y/N’s father didn’t take her mother’s death well. He began drinking. And the constant drinking led her father to start to abuse her, verbally and physically. She was only 6 when her dad beat her to a pulp. He told the doctors that she was hit by a car. Looking over her injuries, the doctors became suspicious, but the girl was in a medically induced coma, so they chose to ignore it. She was scared of her father, and that led to many nights at Tate’s.

When Tate learned what was happening to his friend, he vowed to never let her out of his sight unless it was absolutely necessary. Anyone that knew the two knew that it was incredibly rare to see the two apart. They also knew that Tate would nver hurt the girl, neither would he allow ayone to hurt her.

Now, it was near the end of their Junior year, and finals were quickly approaching. Y/N and Tate had agreed to study together for the next week, before and after school.

It was their last day until finals started, and Y/N was waiting for her best friend. She had a black eye from when she got caught sneaking back into the house this morning. So, to hide the black eye, she wore a black hoodie with the hood up. When she talked to people, she didn’t look up at them. She looked down in hopes that they wouldn’t notice her eye.

“You’ve been here for 30 minutes, Y/L/N. Where’s your boyfriend?” Kyle Greenwell, a Westfield High football player, had asked.

“He’ll be here,” Y/N replied, not looking up from her book. She ignored the “boyfriend” comment and lightly pulled on the drawstrings, causing her hood to tighten around her head.

“Do you mind if we sit with you?” Chloe Stapleton, one of the Westfield High cheerleader, asked. Y/N didn’t speak. Not looking up, Y/N nods her head, allowing the two of them to sit at the table.

It had now been an hour, and Tate still had yet to show. Tate had never left Y/N alone this long, and it was making the girl worried. She was just with him last night. He had even told her that he'd see her at school.

The girl was caught in thought when a loud bang came from the hallway. At first, she had thought someone had dropped a textbook on the hard tile floors, but the sound of students running away and screaming brought Y/N from her trance.

She slowly looked up from her book, not caring who saw the big bruise on her face. Other students in the library were barricading the library’s exits. Y/N didn’t show her fear like most. “The perks of having an abusive father,” She would tell Tate. She held it in for it to later be released in an unhealthy manner.

A tug on Y/N’s pant leg brought her attention underneath the table. She quickly ducked under the table and joined Choloe and Kyle. Chloe was heavily breathing, and it only got worse as a mysterious force tried to enter the library. Kyle covered her mouth with his hand to muffle the sound.

One of the other girls stood from her hiding spot. She had wild dirty blonde hair and a scared look on her face. But behind the girl was a door left without a barricade and was unlocked. The wild haired girl slowly turns to the door as Kyle and I loudly whisper to lock the door. The doorknob slowly starts to turn, and before the doorknob can turn enough to open the door, the librarian quickly gras the handle.

Y/N’s mind was no longer worried about Tate. She was actually glad he wasn’t there. She wasn’t sure if she would make it out alive. Y/N’s face was blank, but her heart was beating at an abnormally fast pace.

As soon as they thought that they were safe with the librarian holding the doorknob, a shot rings out, and the librarian was thrown across the room, causing the girl by the door to scream and run behind the bookshelves.

Kyle and Y/N crawl back under the table. They hear the door creak open, and Y/N leans against the table leg behind her and takes a deep breath.

Slow footsteps interrupt the silence in the room. Then the shooter begins to whistle the song “Twisted Nerve”. Y/N opens her eyes, curious, and looks towards the figure. All she could see without being spotted was the person’s black boots, pants, and coat. (Did this bring you Brooklyn 99 flashbacks? “I think it was that song I want it that way.”)

The shooter, who was wearing all black, slowly walks around picking off each student they could find. Kyle tries to tell the boy across from us to call for help as quietly as possible, but loud enough the boy could hear it. The shooter probably heard, because as soon as the boy grabbed the phone and started to dial, the shooter walked up and shot the boy.

Y/N’s eyes went wide from shock. Chole breaths picked up even more, so Kyle pulled her into a hug.

“Screw this. Everything’s gonna be okay. Everything’s gonna be okay,” Kyle comforts us before leaving his spot from under the table.

“Kyle? Kyle?!” Y/N protested in a hushed tone. She had finally looked up, showing Chloe the giant bruise on her face. Chloe gasped at the sight. “Not now,” she told the cheerleader.

“Hey!” They heard Kyle call out to the figure. The shooter turned towards Kyle, and Kyle says, “That’s enough. Now, get out of here-”. Kyle was cut off by a shot to the chest.

Y/N’s POV

Chloe yells out in pain as she watches Kyle's body hit the ground. My attention goes from the shooter to chloe. I immediately clap my hand over her mouth. The shooter walks towards our table. With each step, my heart beats faster. They lift up the table, flipping it over us. I look up at the shooter and I see—

“Tate?” I ask. I was now crying. My best friend just killed a whole library full of kids.

“Why!” Chloe yells out. Her hands were on the corresponding side of her face. Tate didn’t respond. He lifted the gun up between our heads.

Who’s he gonna kill first?

Tate cocks his gun, prepared to shoot whoever. “Please!” Chloe begs before Tate pulls the trigger.

I can’t even look at the boy that I grew to love without a stream of tears falling down my face.

“Who did that to your eye?” Tate asks, as if he didn’t just kill people. I open my eyes in anger. “All these dead bodies, which you caused, and that’s the first thing you say? Are you gonna kill me too?” I asked the blond haired boy.

“Aren’t you tired?” Tate asked.

“Don’t ignore my question,” I demanded angrily.

“Your dad did that, didn’t he?”

“Why, Tate? You swore you’d never leave me alone. You swore you’d never hurt me. You’ve broken two promises in one day, Tate,” I say through my tears.

“You see, that's why I’m doing this! Your dad. Me. This world. All of it hurts you, and you don’t deserve that,” Tate says, crouching down to my level on the floor. My eyes follow him all the way down. He wipes the tears from my eyes.

“I love you, Tate. I’d rather be with you, because you make me happy,” I cry out.

“You’re hurting right now because of me. I love you too, Y/N, but this is how it has to be. You don’t deserve this from the world, and the world doesn’t deserve you.”

Tate stands back up and cocks his gun once more. He looks me in the eye as he lifts the gun to my head. And right before he shoots, I see a tear run down his face. The last thing I see is… Black.

2011

Violet Harmon sat in gym class, wondering what had gone through her parent's minds that made them want to enroll her in this depressing school. She watched as two nerds struggled to climb the rope. The jocks had finished their climbs first so they played basketball. The quote on quote “cool” girls stood in a circle gossiping, and everyone else sat on the Bleachers.

“You look bored,” a voice said next to her. Violet turned to see who was speaking. It was a teenage girl around the age of 17. She had on a white t-shirt with the school’s logo on her left breast, along with a pair of red gym shorts.

“Yeah, I am,” Violet responded. She turned back to watch the group of people she called her gym class. “Well, seeing as I don't know who you are, you must be new. I'm Y/N,” the girl said with a smile and extended arm. “Violet,” she said, taking the girls hand.

“Well, Violet, as the new girl, I want you to know that if you ever need anything, let me know. I know anything and everything about everyone and everything in this school... Literally,” the girl cheerfully said before walking away.

“Umm, okay,” Violet mumbled to herself.

Violet's first day of school was just as she expected... boring. Well, not everything was boring. The interaction between her and the girl in her gym class was definitely one of the weirdest conversations she's ever had. She just couldn't wait to tell Tate, her newfound friend about her day.

She felt something around Tate that she had never felt around anyone else. She felt like she could spill her heart out to the boy, and he would be there listening and ready to give her advice. But there was also a mysterious aspect to the boy. She didn't know if she could completely trust him. There was a reason he was seeing her father. But that didn't stop her ongoing mission to make it to her room and tell Tate all about her day.

The only obstacle was her mother. Even though both of her parents worked, her mother is a housewife, so she always tried to make time to talk to her family. But ever since the move, Violet wasn't interested.

So, Violet ran into the house, slamming the door, and running up the stairs before her mother could get to her. Sadly, Violet was only halfway up the stairs before Vivien called out to her. "Vi," Vivien called out to her daughter, but Violet pretended not to hear her as she continued to climb up the steps.

She ran to her room and quickly shut the door, causing it to slam. She leaned against the door with her eyes closed. She released a deep breath before getting almost scared to death by a familiar voice.

"Close call?" Tate asked, sitting on her bed.

Violet opened her eyes, seeing her only friend sitting on her bed. A smile appears on Violet's face as she slowly walks over to the bed and sits next to Tate. "What are you doing in here? You know my dad will kill you if he finds you in here," Violet said, looking the boy in his eyes.

Tate smiled and said, "I wanted to see how your first day of school went. It's been a while since I last went to a physical school. It'll be nice to compare experiences."

"Well, it was just as I expected. It was just as shitty as any other school I've been to. Crap food. Crap people. The same old boring lessons. The only thing different was this one girl," Violet explained to Tate. He just watched her, interested in what she was saying.

"Well, she just seemed to pop up out of nowhere."

"And that's strange because?" Tate asked, dragging on the end of 'because'.

"It was strange because she came out of nowhere, telling me about how she knew everything about everyone in the school. Not to mention, she was older than me."

"I still don't see how that's strange. Maybe she's popular."

"When was the last time you saw a Senior ask a Sophomore to be their friend? Besides I asked around and no one had even her of this girl," Violet said.

"Wow. That does sound strange. What was her name?" Tate asked.

"Y/N," Violet said quickly. As soon as Tate heard the name, his face went pale. He hoped that the girl she was talking about wasn't the same Y/N he had known in school. The girl whose life he ended in order to send her away from all the pain the world had to offer. The girl he had loved. If she really was back, then his plan had failed, and all this time she's been trapped inside of a place that could never love her as much as he had.

He had felt a sense of guilt thinking about Y/N. His mind was overrun by memories and thoughts that he didn't even know Violet was shaking the life out of him. "Tate!" She yelled. "Tate!" Tate snapped out of his thoughts and went back to Violet. He looked at the girl with wide eyes. "I have to go," Tate said, leaving the room while still processing what was happening.

"Tate!"

Halloween, 2011

Y/N's POV

"It's Halloween. You know what that means, bitches!" Kyle yelled out. Kyle, Chloe, Amir, Stephanie, Kevin, and I all sat in the same library where our lives ended. I sat in the back, away from everyone, because unlike them, I wasn't angry- or as angry as the rest of them were.

"It means we're gonna get back at that dick that did this to us," Stephanie added. Everyone except for me let out a loud "yeah"- well, everyone that could speak. Amir hadn't been able to speak since Tate popped his jaw off, so all his words sounded like a zombie, or how it sounds when you talk through a thick pillow.

"What's that gonna do?" I ask, brooding in the back.

Everyone stops to face me. Stephanie's eyes squinted in annoyance as she slowly approached me. "Your boyfriend did this to us. To you. You two were inseparable. We never saw you two apart except for that one day. The day he killed us. Aren't you just a teeny bit angry?" Stephanie asked. Our faces nearly touched, and I could feel the anger radiating off of her.

I let out a deep sigh and softly spoke, "Tate killed 16 of us and only 6 of us are still here. That's saying something. And seeing as I'm here, it's saying that I obviously have some type of emotion toward my so-called friend. But unlike you, I've found other ways of channeling my anger."

Chloe scoffed, "You mean that little girl you're all of a sudden friends with?"

"That girl lives in the same house that Tate died in. She's my intel about what goes on in that house," I said with a smirk.

"You sneaky girl," Kyle said mischievously.

"Yeah, well let's just say that Tate is going on a Date with Violet. He's got her wrapped around his finger, and I bet he's gonna hurt her just as he did me," I said through my teeth as I looked down at the table in front of me.

"Tate's going on a date?" Kevin asked, angrily.

"Yes, and this is the perfect time to catch him off guard," I responded.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get this son of a bitch," Kyle spoke. Everyone cheered and began to run out of the vacant library. Kyle stopped, turning to me, who was still in the same spot, looking at the same spot on the desk. My face was emotionless, but Kyle could see in my eye that I wasn't okay. "Y/L/N? You okay?" he asked, standing in front of the doors.

I don't look at him, but I still respond, "Yeah. I'm good. You guys go ahead, I'll catch up." Kyle hesitated. He didn't want to leave me. He could see how upset I was about everything that was going on. But Kyle also knew that he had his own feelings, and they were currently directed towards Tate. Knowing I wasn't looking, he still gives me a sad smile and says a small "okay" before catching up with the others.

On the other hand, I remembered it was Halloween, the day when spirits were allowed to roam the streets. So, I took the time to take a break from Tate, and visit the only place I felt at peace.

I walked the steps of the cemetery and stood outside of the black gates. Outside the gates was a small sign that read 'In loving memory of those we lost' and above it was a tall statue of an angel looking over me. I smiled at the angel, knowing it wouldn't smile back, and continued in.

The cemetery was small, so it wasn't hard to find where I needed to go. I had stopped in front of two tombstones. One was for me. It read 'Y/N Y/L/N' '1977-1994' 'Friend and Daughter' and if you looked closely, you would find a small 'I'm sorry' at the bottom. It couldn've been Tate, so the only person who could've added it must have been my father. I could only assume he was still alive seeing as there were fresh flowers.

"Your father always loved you," A voice said from behind me.

I didn't look at the person, because I knew who it was. "Well, he had a funny way of showing it," I said, looking at my tombstone.

The person walked up to me and wrapped their arms around me. Her head rested on my shoulder, and I swear I could smell the perfume she used to wear. It brought back peaceful memories. "Your father loves you, my love. Every Halloween, I would visit you. You and Tate looked so cute in your matching outfits. Like how he went as Kurt Cobain and you were Cyndi Lauper. While you were out, your father cried himself to sleep. I comforted him as he quietly mumbled ‘I'm sorry, Y/N’," She said as I continued to stare into space.

"It hurt me when I saw them digging the hole for your burial. I thought your father had done something, but there was another parent of a child that died in that school shooting. All I heard was her cries, and it made me think about you. ‘Were you a victim of the school shooting also?’ was what I would ask myself. A mother never wants to see her child in pain, but seeing them dead is a completely different pain. It was so much worse when I saw you nervously walk through those gates, and everything was confirmed. It hurt me to see you... dead," she cried.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. I turned around and wrapped my arms around my mother's frame. I laid my head on her chest and let it out. I cried and cried. It sucked knowing that I wouldn't get more time with her until next year, but it was time to confront my demons.

After a while, I pulled out of my mother's hold and stood there, looking up at her. Her smooth hand softly wiped the tears away. I heard her sniffle before she said, "I think it's time for you to go. I'll see you next year, my dear." And with that, she walked away, not looking back. I did as I was told, and I left the cemetery and went to the one place I knew I could trust Tate to be.

"Tate?!" I yelled out as I walked closer to the infamous Murder House. "Tate?!"

"Y/N! Glad you could make it! Were just waiting outside for your boyfriend to come out. Where were you I thought we had a plan," Kyle said, stepping off the porch.

"First of all, I'm not Tate's girlfriend. Secondly, what plan? From what I learned in the library is that you were just gonna mess with him. You never made a plan," I said angrily.

"That was the plan, sweet cheeks. We want to hurt Tate the same way he hurt us. It's not fair that he gets to hide out in his home with a girlfriend, while were sentenced to eternity in that shithole of a school," he argued.

"Well, before you do, I need to talk with him. So, I'll wait also," I said, joining the others on the porch.

Kyle returned to his spot next to Chloe, and we waited. Soon enough, Violet stormed out of the house with a pair of scissors. "Oh great, he sends his little girlfriend out," Kyle starts. "With a pair of scissors. You gonna make us some paper dolls," Stephanie continues.

Violet directs her attention toward Stephanie and says, "This is private property. I have every right to call the cops."

"Go ahead. You'll probably need them," Chloe begins to speak.

"Screw that. She deserves whatever happens to her," Kyle speaks, causing Violet to circle her attention around her. I kept myself faced away from Violet, to keep her from seeing the gruesome state Tate had left me in. But I still listened, ready to intervene.

"Yeah, she's like those lonely fat chicks that marry guys on death row. You're deeply, deeply, disturbed," Stephanie said, catching Violet's attention once again.

"You guys need to take your disgusting made-up faces and go home."

When Violet said that, all the memories that led up to this moment rushed through my mind. The memories I had with my mother before she died. The way my father treated me after she died. My friendship with Tate. And my death. If I think about it, did I really have a home. After my mother's death, my home was with Tate. The place that I felt safest. But I no longer feel safe anymore. Even as a ghost.

"Home? Where is that? I'm an only child. After what happened, my parents split up, sold the house, moved away. No forwarding address. So I don't have a home," Chloe said, standing right in front of Violet.

"Enough!" I yelled, getting the attention of everyone. "Y/N?" Violet asked, shocked to see me. But today she was going to see my true form. My true self. She would see the large hole, that Tate left, where my heart should be. "I've been stuck in that hell hole of a school for 17 years. I've listened to constant complaining from these five for 17 years. And today is the only day a year I have to go anywhere I want, and I’m currently wasting it here. So Violet, I'm asking very nicely. Where is Tate?" Violet was shocked. I had looked at her with true pain. She could see the betrayal, the abuse, and the anger that I was feeling with just one look.

"I just want to ask him a question. And unlike these assholes, I'm not really in the mood to hurt you."

"Y/N, You hang with these assholes?"

"Do you not listen? I'm stuck with them, because of Tate. I thought we were friends. I even had a crush on him. That was... before he killed me. You see this?" I point at the giant hole in my chest. "As if my life wasn't shitty enough, my best friend comes and ends my life, along with 15 others. When I learned where you lived, I knew that Tate would be close by. See if maybe you'd be his next victim. Everyday, I would pray and hope that what happened to me didn't happen to you. Believe me or not, but he is going to hurt you. Maybe not the same way, but he will hurt you. Lets just hope you don't face the same fate as me. You might as well let them have him while you still have the chance."

And with that I left. But I don't go too far.

I sat in the gazebo behind Violet's house and waited. I didn't remember Tate having a gazebo before, so it must've been new. I saw the sun begin to rise and thought that I would have to once again wait another year for my plans to finalize. But I guess I was wrong.

"I knew I'd find you here," Tate said, walking towards the backyard.

I continued to watch the sunrise as I said, "Well, I can't go upstairs to your room anymore, and the sunrise is so beautiful, isn't it?"

Tate sat down next to me. "Yeah. It really is beautiful," He said, but he wasn't looking at the sunrise. Tate's head faced me while his body faced the sunrise. "Shouldn't you be getting back?"

"You mean back to that hell hole you left me in? Yeah, I should, but I have a question to ask you," I spoke, now staring Tate directly in his eye. "Why? Why did you hurt me like that?"

Tate was speechless at the question. It wasn't like he didn't know the answer, but more because of the pain in her voice. Tate hoped that he could get his friend away from this wretched world. He thought he was taking a friend to a place where her dad didn't hurt her, or where she wasn't constantly insulted by his mother when she walked through his door.

"I was hoping to save you from the bad things in the world. I never meant for any of this to happen to you. I really did care about you, Y/N," Tate said. I saw the look in his eye that begged for forgiveness, but I didn't know if I could. "You see the issue with that is, I can't trust you. These last 17 years have left me to wonder if the Tate that I'm seeing now is the same Tate that comforted me when I snuck through your window, injured. So, can I trust you, Tate?"

"Of course you can. I didn't want to hurt you," he cried.

I scoffed. "Yeah, you keep saying that, but you did. You did hurt me Tate. Not only am I dead, but I'm now alone. My safe space had been compromised... You were my safe space! I loved you, Tate!" I felt heavy tears rush down my face. The more I wiped them away, the more I cried.

"Loved?" Tate asked in a whisper.

"Yes, Tate. Loved. You were the only person I could confide in! The only person I could tell my deepest secrets! The one I knew would never hurt me! But I was wrong. I trusted you, but you didn't trust me enough to tell me you were having dark feelings. Instead you take it out on innocent students who, lets be honest, didn't want to be there."

"I'm sorry. Please. I'm sorry. I'll do anything for you to forgive me," Tate cried.

"Anything?" Tate nodded. "Don't hurt her like you did me," I said sadly, getting up from my spot on the gazebo. Tate got up and followed. He grabbed my wrist, causing me to turn and face him. "Please, don't leave me," he begged. "The sun is rising, Tate. And thanks to you I have to return to another year of school. I'll see you soon, Tate."

Tate released my arm and I walked off. I felt something pull me away from the property. I turned around, noticing the sun had finished rising, and a bright white light blinded my vision, but I never arrived back to the school.

"Hello, my daughter," A soft voice spoke, waking me from my white vision.

A/N: Take the ending as who you want. God, your mother, maybe even some other entity, I don't care. I like leaving things up to you to figure out.

And with that I end this story. I really hoped you guys liked this. I've been planning it for a while, but never got to finishing it so I thank you for reading. As much as I love when you like my stories, I also love when you comment and interact with me. If you have something you'd like for me to write, make a request and I'll get to it as soon as possible.

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thatswhatthepoetssay · 2 years

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Born in Flames |

Tate Langdon x Reader

Word Count: 1,012

synopsis: Can the devil himself find comfort in simple things? Or does he crave something more cynical..

We are born alone and we die alone, but what happens after?

The raindrops were flowing down the car window as houses passed me by in a frenzy of color. My parent’s car pulls at a stop next to the shiny black gates of the famous “Murder House.” The new residence of the Harmon family, the perfect home to start over.

“Alright girls, why don’t you head inside and pick out your bedrooms.” Says Vivian as she starts to gather her belongings.

The wooden floors creaked as Violet and I stepped through the threshold of the mansion. Walking up the grand staircase was like descending into the unknown yet familiar abyss. The smell of vinegar was overpowering to say the least, in an attempt to get away from it I stepped into the first room I could find.

It was a bedroom with cerulean colored walls, two windows next to each other and arcs decorating the ceiling. The room reminded me of my childhood, before my parent’s murder that is.

In 1994 both of my parents got invited to speak at a local high school. I was two years old when I received the news of my parents death. Turns out the day that they were visiting the school, some kid decided to play god. He shot and killed fifteen people that day, two of them being my parents.

Since Vivan knew my parents, she offered to adopt me. After a long plane ride from California to Massachusetts I finally met my step sister, Violet. During our childhood Vi and I got along quite well, but as high school came around we drifted apart.

Now because of Ben I was standing in a house a few blocks away from my family home. Finding out that you are moving to Los Angeles sounds like a dream right? Wrong, it felt more like a waking nightmare, but both Ben and Vivian were sure that this was the place to be.

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“So, is this the room that you picked?” Questions Violet as she enters the azule bedroom.

“Um yeah I guess so.. it has a nice atmosphere.” I answer while giving the room one last look.

After our short exchange both Violet and I head back downstairs to help our parents with the boxes. The movers arrived shortly after to move in our furniture and the heavier items. Overall the day seemed to be going quite well, peaceful even. That is until one of our neighbors decided to pay us an unexpected visit.

Turns out that said neighbour was a middle aged woman who lived in the house next to ours. She spent most of her visit talking to Vivian, but of course after a while she came around to greet the entire family. After a quick “hello” in Ben’s direction and a brisk conversation with Violet, it was my turn to meet the blonde woman.

“Saving the best for last I see… you must be YN. I’m Constance, I live next door.” Said the blonde as she made her way to where I was standing.

“Yes ma’am that’s me, it’s lovely to meet you.” I tried my best to sound as genuine as possible, but it was hard to deny that Constance gave me the creeps. Something about her just didn’t sit right with me.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes… and so well mannered.” Said Constance as she studied me for a few more moments before moving on. By the time she said her goodbyes to Ben and Vivian, I was already heading up the grand staircase.

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After a few more hours of unpacking, it was time to head off to bed. I grabbed my pajamas along with some hygiene products and headed off to the bathroom.

The cold water felt so refreshing against my flushed face, the LA heat was definitely no joke. As I continued splashing my face with the cooling liquid, I swear I felt a sudden gust of wind hit my bare legs.

Not bothering to wipe my face with the towel, I moved closer to the air conditioning duct. No matter how close my hand was to the vent, I couldn’t feel any of the frigid air from before. After a while I decided to forget about the incident and try to get some sleep.

My first night in the famous “Murder House” went by quickly and rather peacefully. For the first time in months I could truly say that I got a good night's rest. This was the first night in a long time that I didn’t have any nightmares, it felt as if someone scared them away.

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The following morning went by in a blurry haze, and before I knew it the time on the clock read four pm. I decided to head downstairs and make myself some chamomile tea. As I was waiting for the tea kettle I heard a light knock on the front door. When I opened it I was expecting to see Constance or maybe the mailman, however both of those guesses were wrong.

It was a boy around my age, if not a bit older, he had blonde curly hair and wore a 90’s style outfit.

“Hello, I’m Tate. I uh live next door.”

“I’m YN, come on in.” I responded as I moved out of the way so that he could get in the house.

“I like what you’ve done with the place.” Tate commented on the decorations and furniture we put up the day prior.

“Oh um thanks, not to be rude but did you need something?” I questioned as the blonde looked at the picture frames hanging on the walls.

“Yeah actually here to see Ben Harmon.”

“You’re a patient of his?” I asked as my curiosity got the best of me.

Before Tate could answer, Ben came out of his office and introduced himself to the blonde. After a few minutes of small talk, Ben guided Tate towards the office and just like that both of them disappeared behind the closed doors.

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the-lonelybarricade · 2 years

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Till Death Do Us Part - Feysand Halloween

A oneshot based on this silly text post I made about Grim Reaper Rhys coming to claim Feyre's soul. Happy Halloween Eve!

Word Count: 2.3k

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“Feyre! What… deal… make…?”

Feyre’s brows pressed together. “What?”

She pressed the phone closer to her ear, straining to decipher Mor’s voice over the blaring of traffic to her right. She huffed, pressing a finger to her free ear as she dodged through the crowd of people headed the opposite direction.

Remind me not to walk through central London at lunch hour again, she thought, especially not on a Sunday. She shouldered herself past the tourists crowding to see St. Paul’s Cathedral just before it struck the hour.

Bong. Bong. Bong.

She let her stride match their ringing, one foot for every strike.

“I said, ‘what deal did you make with the devil?’”

Bong. Bong. Bong.

Feyre laughed. “I promised to clean his car on the weekends.”

Bong. Bong. Bong.

��No, seriously, Fey. Did you have a lawyer look at the contract? I could have mine—”

Whatever Mor was about to say was cut off by the ear-splitting shriek of the ambulance blending with the final three strikes of St. Paul’s; Bong. Bong. Bong.

The ambulance hurled around the corner, and Feyre breathed a sigh of relief that now she should be able to carry on the conversation without so much noise in the background.

“What did you—”

Bong.

She paused, turning her head toward the dome of the cathedral.

“...Feyre?”

“Sorry, I’m still here.” She glanced around the crowd, reading the expressions to see if anyone else had noticed. “That’s so weird,” she said to Mor. “What time is it?”

“Noon?” There was an edge of frustration to Mor’s voice, and Feyre sensed she was losing patience with such a disorientated phone call. Still…

“They just struck the cathedral bell thirteen times,” Feyre said, shaking her head. “I was counting.”

“Well,” Mor said, and Feyre could imagine the shrug that accompanied it, “maybe you counted wrong.”

“Could be.” Most likely. There were twelve people in that cathedral whose singular job was to ensure the time was struck accurately. But Feyre could have sworn…

“Fey,” Mor snapped, so sharply that Feyre stopped in her tracks from where she’d been about to cross the road. “Are you going to tell me about your new job or not?”

She’d missed the green pedestrian light, but it had only just changed as the roads looked empty.

“Well, they offered me—”

Another blistering horn cut through the air, and Feyre might have rolled her eyes that the city was so insistent on interrupting their conversation, but her body slammed into something hard before she could.

Feyre heard shouting, and Mor’s garbled voice on the other end of the phone. Then it all turned to static until even that lessened to a single, harmonic buzz. Like someone had struck a tuning fork.

“Are you alright, darling?”

That voice was smooth and rich and lingering, like a shot of honeyed whiskey.

Feyre groaned, peeling her eyes open to see someone hovering over her, his figure illuminated so intensely by the sun overhead that she couldn’t see his face.

“No,” she said, reaching up to rub her forehead. “You hit me with your car.”

“I didn’t hit you with anything.” He reached out his hand, and Feyre reluctantly accepted. His hands were warm—surprising, since the autumn air had been notably crisp this afternoon. And when he pulled her up, the shadows lifted from his features.

She couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her. She had seen attractive men, but none that looked like him. Raven black hair, golden brown skin, and bright, vivid blue eyes that were so deep they looked violet under the London smog. The color was beautiful, but it wasn’t what made her feel breathless.

Feyre had never seen eyes that expressive before. Dancing with so much humor and mischief—maybe even a little bit of sadness. His lips were curled into a smile that wouldn’t make her think it, but… if she looked up, she could see it. That little waver in his eyes as they stared at each other, the smallest crack in the armor that made her think he wasn’t nearly as amused as he pretended to be.

The urge to paint it—to try and capture that subtle vulnerability—struck her much harder than his car evidently had. And all she really wanted was to be on her way so she could try to capture the image while it lasted in her mind.

“I think I’m fine,” she said to the man. “So, uh, I think I’ll just be on my way now. I hope your car is okay.”

He opened his mouth and she turned away before he could insist she stay—only to immediately walk into the scene of a horrific car accident. She couldn’t hear the sirens, but she could see them flashing as she watched the paramedics lift a woman onto a stretcher. A woman who looked an awful lot like…

“That’s… me,” she said, dumbstruck.

“That’s you,” the man agreed, moving to her side as they both examined the wreckage.

“Am I…” she looked down at her hands, realizing for the first time that they were translucent, shimmering as though she weren’t even there. With a frown, she stumbled further into the scene of the accident, watching as the paramedics’ lips moved but no sound came.

Feyre reached down, trying to pick up her phone, but her hand only slipped through.

“Am I dead?”

The man had followed, and was staring down at her though long lashes framed with pity. “Yes.”

“I could touch you,” she reasoned. “Are you dead?”

A soft laugh wafted through this space outside time. He shook his head. “Not quite.”

“Are you… God?”

He smirked, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Wouldn’t it be fun if I were in control of this whole universe? Oh, the things I would change.”

Objectively, Feyre knew there was no heart beat in her chest, but she could still feel it speed up. “Are you…” she lowered her voice. “The devil?”

Another laugh. “Why, because I’m so handsome?”

Temper getting the better of her, she snapped, “Well, you certainly are a prick.”

“Ding, ding, ding.” He angled his head, blue-black hair shifting with the movement, hands still in those stupid pockets. “Or is that insensitive of me? Given your bell has been tolled, and all.”

Feyre crossed her arms over her chest, hoping it read as standoffish and not… scared, which she was trying very hard not to be. “Do you show up at every death to be this cruel?”

“Cruel?” He sighed, looking up towards the gray sky. “I’m not trying to be cruel, Feyre. I’m trying to distract you from your pain.”

“I don’t have any pain,” she said, watching numbly as the ambulance doors shut. The woman they were carrying off had been covered in blood, but… if getting hit by that car hurt, then she certainly hadn’t noticed.

“Not that kind of pain, Feyre.”

His voice… She turned, meeting a face twisted with anguish as the man pressed a hand to his chest. “In here. I can feel it. When I come to collect humans, I can see their lives. Feel the same things they do.” He sighed. “You were so young.”

“So you’re… what, like a grim reaper?”

Just as quickly as it had come, all that emotion melted back into irreverence, like he was merely changing clothes. He bowed at the waist. “They call me Rhysand—God of Death. I guide mortals to their final resting place.”

“Rhysand,” she repeated, mulling over that name. Something in it tugged at her. “That must be a shitty job.”

His expression didn’t change, but she wondered what he had seen in his lifetime. What kind of burden weighed on someone who felt the death of every mortal. He seemed… gentler than she was expecting. And she knew it made her a wretch, but Feyre wondered if she couldn’t appeal to his compassionate side.

“Rhysand—”

He held up his hand. “Wasn’t your friend trying to warn you about deals with the devil, Feyre? Death is the one thing you can’t cheat, can’t outrun.” That smile stretched, turning wicked in its promise. “I make sure of it.”

“That is to say… you can make a deal.”

“I’d advise against it.” Rhysand surveyed her carefully. “There are very few things a dead mortal could offer me. You’ve no money, no power…” he stepped closer, until they were face to face, and swept a large thumb over her bottom lip. “You can’t even show me what you could do with this pretty mouth.”

Feyre was watching his eyes—finding that they gave away far more than the rest of his expression. She could still see that underlying sadness, beneath all the mischief carried in his grin.

She arched her brow. “Is that what you’re after then? Companionship?”

Rhysand shrugged. “It can get lonely, wandering this realm on my own. Sure, I meet thousands of dead mortals each day, but they’re gone—” he snapped his fingers “—just like that.”

“So…” she pitched her voice low, looking up at him through her lashes. “If I promise to show you what my pretty mouth can do once you put me back in my body, will you give me a second chance?”

“A tempting offer, darling,” he crooned. “But a blowjob hardly lasts, does it? Soon you’ll be on your merry way, forgetting about poor old Rhysand.”

“What do you want then? Unlimited blowjobs? A ‘drop in whenever you feel like one’ kind of arrangement?”

Rhysand’s chuckle was so deep she could hear it rumble in his chest. “Mortal women have become so fun, recently. But what if I wanted more than a pretty girl on her knees for me, hmm?” His hand slid down to her chin, and he used his grip there to tilt her face up as he leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “What if I want to get on my knees for you?”

She almost could have laughed, thinking how strange it was that he phrased it like a counteroffer. Of course Feyre had to wait until death to find a man willing to go down on her.

“That’s perfectly agreeable to me,” she said.

“Yes?” he hummed. “You’ll let me take what I want?”

“Yes,” she breathed, letting him tilt her face up, up, up, until she was staring into those breathtaking eyes again. “Take it.”

Rhysand smiled, leaning down until their lips met. She shut her eyes, reveling in the petal-soft touch of his mouth.

And when she opened them again, they were stung by the harsh fluorescent lighting of a hospital room. She could smell the antiseptic, hear the soft, steady beat of her heart monitor.

“Oh! Mrs. Archeron, you’re awake!” A friendly looking nurse smiled at her. “I’ll go get your husband and let the doctor know.”

The nurse’s scrubs swished with every movement as she strode out the door, and Feyre watched it swing shut before she could manage to rasp, “...husband?”

Her throat felt like sandpaper, her mouth was so dry that her tongue stuck to the roof. She glanced around for a glass of water, and was instead greeted to a stack of get well soon cards, plush animals, and sweets. Feyre reached over to study the cards. Some of them were from Mor and her sisters, but some were from…

“Can I get you something, darling?”

“Rhysand?” she croaked, looking to the man standing at the door, grinning like he’d just won a jackpot. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you I wanted to get on my knees, Feyre.” He winked. “You said yes.”

She swallowed, fighting moisture into her mouth as she read through the cards, all addressed to ‘Feyre darling, my beautiful wife’. She threw the lot of them on the bed, fighting the dread that churned in her stomach. “I said yes to eating me out!”

He smirked. “That can still be arranged.”

“Rhys—”

“Shhh.” He pressed a finger to his lips, then pointed to his ears. “My sweet wife, not so loud. Other patients are trying to sleep.”

“I’m not your wife!” She glared at him. “This wasn’t part of the deal.”

Rhysand plucked one of the boxes of chocolate from the bedside table and clicked his tongue. “You almost died, and they bought you the store brand? Dreadful.”

With a shriek of exasperation, Feyre batted the box of chocolates out of his hand. Rhysand’s eyes practically sparkled as he watched them fall to the floor. “Well, they were bad Feyre, but they weren’t that—”

“Shut it!” She pointed her finger at him. “You and I are not married.”

He caught her wrists, his grip surprisingly gentle as he examined her hand. “That ring on your finger says differently.” She frowned, snatching her hand away so she, too, could look at the star sapphire ring that had not been there before. To her horror, when she tried to pull it off, she found it wouldn’t move. As though the silver band had magically melded to her skin.

Rhysand’s teeth flashed. “That ring, Feyre, binds you to me. It represents the bargain that we made in the afterlife. You are my wife now.”

He reached for her hand, holding her gaze as he drew it towards his lips and laid a kiss against each of her knuckles. When he smiled, she felt it like a death knell in her chest.

“Till death do us part.”

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mywifeymax · 10 months

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To find yourself(Tate langdon x Fem reader) Oneshot

Y/n pov:

*eatting chips with my legs crisscross I looked at my friends jayden chad lily and kriss* "You guys know that creepy house on gay street the one that recently got shut down?"Kriss asked "Yeah kriss I think everyone knows about that house"Chad said "I say we explore and do some ghost hunting shit"Kriss said "I don't think that's a good idea I mean alot of people died in that house"I said "which is why we are exploring that shit"Kriss said "Count me out"I said "Come on y/n don't be a pussy"Lily said my family told me to stay away from that house because of al the dark history of it but what will it hurt I mean it's just for one night and my friends seem to really want to do this "fine but if I die tonight it's on you kriss"I said "Yeah yeah"Kriss said

*Getting home I grabbed out a pair of blue jeans and a hoodie I sighed and put it on before packing my bag full of waterbottles I grabbed the first aid kit and even some extra clothing I then put it on my back and walked downstairs* "Hey honey where are you off to?"My mom asked "Oh I am staying the night with kriss"I said "Okay sweetie be safe"My mom said "I will"I said

*Leaving the house I sighed and meet up with my friends* "Is everyone ready for this spooky night?"Kriss asked "Hell yeah"Chad said "can we just get this over with?"I asked "Yeah come on"Lily said

*Going inside the house I felt goospebumps go up my spine* "Helloooo ghostiesss ghostiesss"Kriss said *I rolled my eyes and turned on my flashlight and looked around the house* this place was alot more creepier inside then outside I remember passing it everytime I came to school I used to get chills and I felt like someone was always watching me from the window

*I sighed and walked up the stairs leaving the group I walked into a room with a bed* "what are you doing in here?"A female voice asked *I turned around and saw violet harmon* "Violet?"I asked "Y/n?"Violet asked "You need to get out of here before he sees you"Violet said "who is he?"I asked "Tate langdon he's obessesed with you y/n"Violet said "I don't know him"I said "Just get out please"Violet said

*leaving the room I went into another room and looked around before going up to the attic and looked around and saw something fall I walked to it and picked it up and read what was on the stuff* it told me everything about the house the horror storys of this place how many people died in this house

"Scary isn't it?"A deep male voice spoke *Turning around I was meet with dark brown eyes a soft curly mess blond hair boy* "Is all of this true?"I asked "every last thing in there"He said "who are you?"I asked "I am tate langdon I died in this house from a gunshot"Tate said violet told me this is the guy who is obessed with me "so what brought your friends here and you as well?"He asked "Just ghost hunting"I said

"You know I had my eyes on you for years y/n every morning you walk past the house I watched you at that very window"Tate said so he was the one who was watching me "tell me more"I said "It might scare you off"Tate said *I smiled* "try me"I said "I had a dream where you would come into this house blindly like tonight and you would run into me and then"Tate said "And then?"I asked *He leaned in close to my ear* "And then I would kill you making you trap inside this house forever with me my dear"Tate whispered in my ear *I felt my face go pale* "Your crazy"I said "for you"Tate said

*Pushing tate away I ran out of the room to kriss and the others* "I want to leave"I said "Y/n we just got here"Chad said "I don't care it was a bad idea in the first place can we just go?"I asked "If your that upset let's go home"Kriss said

*getting out of the house I breath in before going to the car I turn too look at the window to see tate standing there staring at me* "Are you getting in or not?"Kriss asked "Oh uh yeah"I said *I zoned back in and got back in the car*

*Getting to kriss's place we got out of the car and went inside* "Did you guys get anything on video?"Lily asked "Just some creepy old stuff"Chad said "what about you y/n"Kriss asked "Uh no"I lied I didn't want them to find out about Tate or violet "I am just going to head to bed it's been along night"I said

*walking into the guest room I shut the door and grabbed my phone I then played the video of when violet warned me and up to tate I closed out of my video and search up infromation about the house and then I saw someone that can help I quickly wrote down they're number and dialed it on my phone*

"Hello?"A women voice said "Hi uh Cordelia I need to talk to you"I said "about what?"She asked "The murder house"I said "what do you want to know about it?"Cordelia asked "Can you some how be connected to a house you never lived in?"I asked "we need to meet friday 11pm at the cafe there then we can discuss this for now don't step foot in that house"Cordelia said "Okay then I see you then"I said

Friday finally rolled around I've been avoding going by the murder house *I breath in before going out to my car and I got in before driving to the cafe and got out I saw a women with sunglasses and blond hair and a black dress* "Hi"I said "Hello you must be y/n I am cordelia"She said "Yes I am y/n your here to tell me about the house"I said "Give me your hand"Cordelia said *I nodded and held out my hand for her as she took it she was silent for awhile and then gasps* "Y/n you have a deeper connection to that house then you think"Cordelia "what do you mean?"I asked "If your the next witch then you can save the world from him"Cordelia said "from who?"I asked "Micheal langdon"Cordelia said "who is that?"I asked "The devil"Cordelia said "That's insane I'm not even a witch"I said "that's because your fear is keeping you from yourself you have to go back to that house and face them head on"Cordelia said "How do I know I can trust you?"I asked "I saw the power in you y/n"Cordelia said "I can't go back into that house I will die"I said "Then you won't ever figure out your true self y/n"Cordelia said "I don't want to know I am good without figuring it out"I said

*with that I left the cafe and drove back home but stopped outside of the murder house* what if cordelia was telling me the truth I will be able to save the world from this micheal langdon guy *I sighed and got out of the car and walked up to the gate of the murder house*

*Entering inside of the place I looked around and sighed before looking around* How can a house help me find myself "Y/n?"Violet appeared "Hey vii"I said "why are you back here?"Violet asked "To get answers"I said "Answers for what"Violet said "My true self or whatever"I said "cordelia?"Violet asked *I looked up at her* "how did you know?"I asked "She someone I know"Violet said *I only nodded and looked around the house violet said she had to go do something so she dispeared I sighed and walked down to the basement*

"Back so soon?"Tate asked *I looked at him* "Not for you"I said "Oh yeah then what are you here for?"Tate asked "Nothing for you to worry about"I said *I look threw old books* "Your here because of the connection you have to the house"Tate said "How did you know"I asked "I can feel it in the air when you are here the others can too your like a angle here to save us"Tate said *I sighed* "I'm just here to figure out myself and save the world"I said "I can help with that you know"Tate said "I reither not have you help me sorry"I said "Is it because of last time?"Tate asked "Part of the reason"I said "I was just trying to scare you I don't mean it"Tate said *I turn to him* "Look I just want to do it myself"I said *He grinned* "Where's the fun in that?"Tate asked "whatever"I said

*Leaving the murder house I went out to my car and got in before driving home I grabbed my phone and charger I then grabbed the stuff I need like food water and clothing I then left a note saying I am staying at kriss's house for abit I then left and went back over to the murder house*

*Going back inside I went to the room with the bed on it I set my stuff before sitting on the bed and try to think* How can I hold a connection to this house when I never even been here "You seem stress"Violet said appearing "Uh yeah just alittle"I said "You still don't know your connections to this house do you?"Violet asked "No everything is just drawling a blank to me I don't understand anything"I said "You will in time y/n"Violet said *I sighed and nodded*

*After violet left I sighed and layed back on the bed* I know violet was just trying to make me feel better but to be honest I had no clue why I am even here. "Knock knock"Tate voice ehoched in the room *I looked up at him* "what do you want tate?"I asked "Just thought you could use some company you know maybe you can speak your mind to me or something"Tate said "I reither die"I said "I can help you with that"Tate said "Just get out"I said "You know your really stubborn"Tate said *I sighed* "Your not going to leave anytime soon are you?"I asked "Nope"Tate said *I sighed and sit up on the bed and moved over* "Sit down then"I said *I sighed as tate sat down on the bed across from me* "why do you feel a need to follow me around or watch me from the window?"I asked "I think your pretty"Tate said "The real reason tate"I said "I feel this connection to you I was trying to understand it act first but then I fell in love with the feeling"Tate said *I nodded* "Okay then why don't I feel the connection back?"I asked "Maybe it takes time to kick in"Tate said *I nodded again*

"Y/n you been in this house for 3 weeks now you still haven't figure out yourself yet?"Violet asked "No I just don't understand it"I said "what if it's not the house itself"Violet said *I looked at her* "Are you saying it's a ghost here?"I asked "It could be"Violet said she was right that has to be the connection to the house I'll start with Mrs harmon and Mr harmon since I knew they're family before they died

*Going into the office I saw ben harmon sitting there* "hey y/n"Ben said "Hey Mr harmon"I said "Hey y/n violet said you needed to talk to me"Mr harmon said "Uh yeah"I said *I then sat down* "A friend of mine said I had a very deep connection to the house and at first I thought she ment the house itself but then spending 3weeks here I can tell it something else it's someone else it's not the house it's a ghost inside of it"I said "You think you have a connection to me?"Mr harmon asked "well I mean we did know eachother before well you died"I said "Wouldn't you feel that connection when I was alive?"Mr harmon asked *I sighed* "your right thank you for taking the time"I said "No problem"Mr harmon said *I got up and left the room and saw moria and I walked over to her* "Hi"I said "Oh hello dear"She said softly "do you have a second?"I asked "You want to see if we have a connection I'm afraid we don't"Moria said *I nodded* "thank you you been help"I said *I smile and sighed before walking off to ask the other ghosts*

I asked all the ghosts they said they didn't feel any kind of connections there was only one ghost left who said he did feel *I sighed and got up and walked to tate* "Oh y/n"Tate said "I guess your the connection I was looking for"I said "took you long enough y/n"Tate said *I walked up to him* "You knew?"I asked "I knew all along y/n you didn't I left it up to you to figure it out"Tate said *He then set his hands on my cheeks as he leaded in and capture my lips onto his own I kissed him back as I felt a deep connection to tate inside me as the candles lit up in the room he took off my shirt as he kissed down my collarbones* "I'm going to make you mine tonight and then you can save the world later on"Tate mumbled

*Laying in his arms as he caressed my back* "Tate?"I asked "Hm?"He hummed "do you think I will be able to stop micheal?"I asked "Yes I do I know you can because your one hell of a witch"Tate said

*I stared at myself in the mirror as I wore a black dress I fixed my hair and left my house and went to meet up with the other two witches named zoe and madison and I looked at them* "three powerful witches in one place micheal doesn't stand a chance"Madison said "Does everyone remember the plan?"Zoe asked "Of course zoe you track down micheal and then I go to him a trap him and make him come here and then y/n finishes him off by killing him and then happy ever after"Madison said "Just make sure he doesn't go in the house"I said "Got it now zoe work your thing"Madison said

*As zoe worked on the spell I walked inside the gate as tate leaded against the wall* "You know it dangerous right?"Tate asked "I know but if it means saving the world then that's what I have to do"I said *tate held my cheek and kissed me as I kissed him back* "be safe okay"Tate said *I smiled* "Always"I said "I got him!"zoe said *I glanced at tate before running out of the gate towards the girls* "madison I am going to spend you to him are you ready?"I asked "Yeah just do it already"Madison said *I nodded and quickly said the latin words before it sent her to go to micheal and me and zoe got up* "You should go inside this fight is about to be ugly"I said

*waiting for abit madison showed back up with micheal and then she went inside the house I watched as micheal stood up after passing out* "I knew you witches we're up to something"Micheal said "I could say the same about you micheal"I said "Foolish enough to think you can stop me"Micheal said "I know I can stop you micheal"I said *I smiled and brought my hand up and spoke latin words as brown shatter glass pices was picked up and I threw at him he then turn it back towards me and I quickly moved out of the way* "You have to do more then that to kill me"Micheal said "I am just getting started"I said *I smiled as I looked at the circle with black dust under it* "for the devil you're not really smart"I said *I smiled and walked infront of him as he try to move but it only trapped him inside* "what did you do?"He asked "What I have to do"I said *I smiled as I grabbed a black dagger out of my pocket and unfold it and I showed him* "you can't kill me you stupid girl"Micheal said "A normal dagger no but when I set a spell on it it will spend you back to where you came from"I said

*I breath in before casting the spell on the dagger I finished up the spell and walked towards Micheal and stabbed the dagger threw his chest as he fall into ashes the once red sky turned back into a blue one I walked back into the murder house and tate hugged me*

"Goodjob my love you did it"Tate said *I smiled and kissed him* "All thanks to you"I said "I love you"Tate said "I love you too"I said

-The end-

#tate langdon x reader #ahs murder house #tate langdon

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tjthekpoplover · 1 year

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Masterlist Pt 1

Masterlist Pt2

Masterlist Pt3

Request

Julieta Madrigal

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Pepa Madrigal

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Isabela Madrigal

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Luisa Madrigal

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Nancy Downs

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Bonnie

Bonnie Harper X Slayer!Fem!Reader

Cheryl Blossom

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Veronica Lodge

Cuddles

Betty Cooper

Nothing Yet

Robin Buckley

Nothing Yet

Eleven

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Mad Max

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Allison Reynolds

Affectionate And Cuddly S/O

Claire Standish

Affectionate And Cuddly S/O

Veronica Sawyer

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Heather Duke

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Alcina Dimitrescu

G!P Alcina

Favorite Pet

Sex With Alcina PT 1

Sex With Alcina PT 2

Taller S/O

FTM Smut

Donna Beneviento

Nothing Yet

Daniela Dimitrescu

Alpha Oneshot

Bela Dimitrescu

Is This Love?

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra Comforting Injured S/O

Spencer Hastings

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Emily Fields

General Headcanon

Hanna Marin

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Violet Harmon

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Lana Winters

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Mary Eunice

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Misty Day

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Cordelia Goode

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Bette And Dot Tattler

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Sally McKenna

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Audrey Tindal

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Ally Mayfair-Richards

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Winter Anderson

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Mallory

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Wilhemina Venable

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Montana Duke

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Margaret Booth

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Xavier Plympton

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Lark

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Ursula Khan

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Calico

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Hannah

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Barbra

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Tsunade

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Sasuke

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u1travi0lett · 3 years

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I’m seriously considering posting imagines/ one shots on here again. It was originally what I made this tumblr for but my love of Violet and her clothes kinda took it over lmao 😭. Lmk if this something you’d want to see :)

#american horror story #evan peters #oneshot #tate langdon imagine #ahs murderhouse #tate langdon #violet harmon #murderhouse #violet harmon exacts #violet harmon style #ahs #kit walker #kyle spencer #tate langdon fanfiction #fanfic

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valecpeters04 · 3 years

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Oɴᴇ Sʜᴏᴛ: Tᴀᴛᴇ Lᴀɴɢᴅᴏɴ

𝐻𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑟: adoreashton04 (en wattpad)

𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑗𝑒: 𝑇𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑜𝑛 (𝐴𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝐻𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦: 𝑀𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒) 𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑎

𝑇𝑖́𝑡𝑢𝑙𝑜: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠

𝐴𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑦/𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠: 𝑁𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑎

Era alguien extraña en mal sentido para las personas, me he sentido rara al estar aquí. Pero tengo buena compañía, mi mejor amiga Violet y mi mejor amigo Tate, no he estado sola del todo y me han hecho cambiar desde que nos mudamos aquí. Estoy en mi cuarto leyendo una novela romántica, me gusta leer este tipo de historias porque espero que algún día me suceda lo mismo.

Escucho música, los beats relajantes me encantan, tarareaba un poco las melodías y la mirada seguía en mi libro. Creí haber visto a Tate, levanté la vista y no había nadie. Me puse boca arriba y la cabeza de Tate se asomó, me asusté que grité un poco y golpeé a Tate fuertemente con el libro.

-¿Qué demonios te pasa? -responde Tate sobándose la cabeza-.

-A ti qué te pasa, tu fuiste el que me asustó -respondí-.

-Creo que sabes defenderte bien. Eso dolió ___! -grita-.

-Ven llorón. Te pondré hielo -lo tomé de los brazos y lo senté en mi cama, fui por el hielo y Tate miró la portada del libro que estaba leyendo-.

-Orgullo y prejuicio, de verdad te gusta leer esto? Es muy cursi -dice Tate y hojea el libro-.

-Si, pienso que alguna vez estará alguien o estaré rendida a los pies de alguien y lo amaré por siempre sin importar morir en eso -dije con voz poética-. Pero, son solo imaginaciones mías o estupideces -le quité el libro y le di el hielo y se puso en la cabeza y regresé a la página que estaba-.

-No pienso que sea estúpido. Eres muy inteligente y me gusta que pienses eso -se levanta y se acerca a mi-.

-Nadie me había dicho eso, varias personas creen que estoy loca o -pone su dedo en mi labio-.

-Tu me has vuelto loco desde que te conocí ___. No he sentido con nadie esta sensación y no me atrevía a decirte esto porque tenía miedo a que me rechazaras -entrelaza sus dedos con los míos y lo miro muy confundida. La mirada de Tate lo decía todo-.

-Quieres decir que tu estás e- -me robó un beso, mi primero siendo honesta. Nadie me había besado en mi miserable vida, los besos de Tate eran suaves y a la vez intensos, sus manos recorrían mi cintura y me juntaba más a él. Nos separamos y sus hermosos ojos cafés brillaban, él sonreía al igual que yo-.

-¿Eso responde a tu pregunta? -acarició mi mejilla con sus suaves manos-.

-Tate Langdon, jamás había sentido esto con alguien, el venir a esta casa, el conocerte me ha hecho pensar que estoy segura a tu lado. Te agradezco por abrirme los ojos -toma una de mis manos y le da un tierno beso, su mirada regresa a mi y me regala una sonrisa que le devolví de inmediato-.

-Escúchame ___, siempre y cuando estés en esta casa. Te protegeré pase lo que pase, estaré a tu lado. No cometeré contigo lo que hice en el pasado -toma mi rostro con sus manos y pone mis cabellos detrás de mi oreja-.

-¿Qué pasó antes? -pregunté-.

-Eso no importa, quiero algo nuevo contigo. Esas historias románticas te las puedo dar.

-También yo Tate. Te quiero -su mirada está en mí y sonríe-.

-Te amo ___ -lo besé inmediatamente y no podía estar más feliz-.

-¿Qué te parece si quitamos esa música "relajante", y ponemos algo de Kurt Cobain? -reí y asentí, me dirigí a mi radio y busqué Nevermind, mi álbum favorito y cuando empezó a sonar la música comenzamos a bailar y a cantar a gritos-.

Tenía preguntas en mi cabeza que no podía contestar, ¿qué hizo Tate en el pasado? Dijo que no importaba, así que confiaré en él. Me divertía mucho con él y jamás lo rechazaría, es un gran chico y es muy guapo.

Pero hay una cosa, Violet me dijo que no me acercara a él. ¿Pero qué haré? Me gusta Tate que podría terminar enamorándome y volviéndome loca por él. Le diré la verdad, somos amigas y nos prometimos confianza.

#tate langdon #evan peters #ahs murder house #murder house #violet harmon #oneshot #ahs #american horror story #murderhouse

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imnotusedtobeingloved · 3 years

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LIST OF FANDOMS

HERE YOU CAN FIND ALL FANDOMS I AM IN AND...

WHAT KIND OF REQUESTS I ACCEPT FOR EACH INDIVIDUAL ONE OF THEM.

THE CHARACTERS BELOW ARE JUST THOSE I AM MOST FAMILIAR WITH.

THE WITCHER

headcanon, ships, ask game, character alphabet

geralt of rivia, yennefer of vengerberg, cirilla of cintra, triss merigold, dandelion, keira metz, philippa eilhart.

DRAGON AGE

headcanon, ships, ask game, character alphabet, scenario alphabet

alistair, morrigan, leliana, sten, oghren, wynne, zevran.

varric, isabela, merril, carver, bethany, anders, fenris, aveline.

cassandra, josephine, cullen, iron bull, blackwall, sera, cole, dorian, vivienne, solas.

THE HOBBIT

platonic!ships, ask game

thranduil, legolas, tauriel, bard, smaug, gandalf, gollum, bilbo, thorin, kili, fili, balin.

LORD OF THE RINGS

platonic!ships, ask game

frodo, sam, pippin, merry, aragorn, gimli, legolas, gandalf, gollum, galadriel, arwen, boromir, faramir, elrond.

ASSASSINS CREED

ask game

jacob frye, evie frye.

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

ships, ask game, character alphabet

connor, markus, kara, alice, luther, north.

FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE

ships, ask game, character alphabet

cloud strife, aerith gainsborough, tifa lockhart.

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

headcanon, platonic!ships, character alphabet, scenario alphabet

zuko, aang, sokka, katara, toph, suki, azula, mai, ty lee.

MARVEL

ask game

loki odinson, thor odinson, hela, heimdall, tony stark, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, bruce banner, stephen strange, vision, peter parker, steve rogers, bucky barnes, peter quill, mantis, gamora, nebula, t'challa.

GAME OF THRONES

ships, ask game, character alphabet

cersei lannister, jamie lannister, tyrion lannister, tywin lannister, jon snow, sansa stark, arya stark, bran stark, rickon stark, catelyn stark, eddard stark, robert baratheon, joffrey baratheon, margaery tyrell, loras tyrell, daenerys targaryen, viserys targaryen, missandei, grey worm, daario naharis, khal drogo, yara greyjoy, theon greyjoy, brienne of tarth, tormund.

VIKINGS

ships, ask game, character alphabet, oneshots, scenario alphabet

ivar ragnarsson, ubbe ragnarsson, hvitserk ragnarsson, bjorn ragnarsson, sigurd ragnarsson, aslaug, helga, torvi, floki, ragnar, lagertha, gyda, rollo, siggy, gisla, judith, alfred, aethelred, athelstan, ecbert.

MODERN FAMILY

ask game

jay pritchett, gloria delgado-pritchett, manny delgado-pritchett, fulgencio pritchett, claire dunphy, phil dunphy, haley dunphy, alex dunphy, luke dunphy, mitchell pritchett, cameron tucker, lily tucker-pritchett.

BROOKLYN 99

ask game

jake peralta, amy santiago, rosa diaz, charles boyle, gina linetti, terry jeffords, raymond holt, kevin cozner.

QUEENS GAMBIT

ask game

beth harmon, alma wheatley.

BRIDGERTON

ask game, platonic!ships

violet bridgerton, anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, colin bridgerton, daphne bridgerton, eloise bridgerton, fancesca bridgerton, gregory bridgerton, hyacinth briderton, simon basset, sienna rosso, prince friedrich, lady danbury, genevieve delacroix, queen charlotte, marina thompson, lord featherington, portia featherington, prudence featherington, philipa featherington, penelope featherington.

UMBRELLA ACADEMY

ask game, platonic!ships

vanya hargreeves, klaus hargreeves, diego hargreeves, ben hargreeves, alisson hargreeves, five hargreeves.

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

ask game, platonic!ships

jack sparrow, will turner, elizabeth swann, hector barbossa.

GOOD OMENS

ask game

crowley, aziraphale, gabriel, anathema device, newton pulsifer, adam young.

THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS

ask game, platonic!ships

jace herondale, isabelle lightwood, max lightwood, alec lightwood, magnus bane, clarissa fairchild, simon lewis, sebastian morgenstern, jocelyn fray, maryse lightwood, robert lightwood, maia roberts, luke garroway.

THE INFERNAL DEVICES

ask game, platonic!ships

tessa grey, will herondale, jem carstairs, gabriel lightwood, cecily herondale, gideon lightwood, charlotte branwell, sophie collins, jessamine lovelace.

THE DARK ARTIFICIES

ask game, platonic!ships

emma carstairs, julian blackthorn, mark blackthorn, helen blackthorn, livia blackthorn, tiberius blackthorn, drusilla blackthorn, octavian blackthorn, cristina mendoza rosales, diego rocío rosales, kieran, diana wrayburn.

THE CRUEL PRINCE

ask game, platonic!ships

cardan greenbriar, jude duarte, taryn duarte, vivianne duarte, nicasia, valerian, locke.

PEAKY BLINDERS

ask game, platonic!ships, character alphabet

thomas shelby, arthur shelby, jon shelby, finn shelby, ada shelby, polly gray, michael gray, alfie solomons.

ARCANE

ask game, platonic!ships

jinx, vi, viktor, heimerdinger, caitlyn, ekko, mel, jayce, silco.

FRIENDS

ask game, platonic!ships

monica geller, ross geller, rachel green, chandler bing, joey tribbiani, phoebe buffay.

ASK GAME

send me a character and i’ll answer the following things about them:

#game of thrones imagine #avatar imagine #dragon age imagine #vikings imagine #ivar imagine #the mortal instruments

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gredandforgeweatherby · 2 years

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Secret Smoke Sessions

Violet Harmon x fem!reader

WC: 811

Warnings: smoking, swearing, probably ooc Violet because I just can't write characters right no matter how many times I've watched the show (so many), not edited, my shitty writing lol

A/N: Could be read as GN!reader as I don't believe there are any pronouns for the reader, I just made it fem as I imagined it being me

You had seen the scene. The scene caused by Leah and her little bitch pack’s attack on the new girl.

You had found the new girl quickly after the smoking incident. She was at her locker, getting her things before heading home. You wanted to introduce yourself and let her know that yes, Leah is always like that.

“Hey,” you said. She turned towards you, her mouth in a straight line, her left eyebrow twitching upward just slightly before falling again. You would have missed it if you weren’t so close to her.

“Don’t worry about Leah, she’s a huge bitch. It’s like since her grandma died she’s gone on an anti-smoking crusade. She’s pretty annoying about it”

You punctuated your statement with a role of your eyes. When your eyes lnaded back on her, she was looking at you with an undecipherable face.

“I’m y/n, by the way.” You said,hoping that’s why she was making that face.

“Violet.” She said, shutting her locker. Turning back to you, she asked, “She’s like that cause her grandmother died?”

Nodding, you replied, “Yeah. Though it’s not like it wasn’t her own fault. She had chain-smoked since she was like, 14. She basically brought it upon herself.”

She shook her head, making an unpleasant face. “I hate it here”

You lightly chuckled while nodding, “Trust me, I do too. This place is full of idiots.”

Violet continued. “I can’t even smoke here. My old school didn’t give a shit, and now there’s a bitch with a vigilante complex preventing me from doing so.”

The right side of your lips quirked up into a smirk. Titling your head, you said, “Well if you wanted to smoke you should’ve said so,” You nodded your head over your shoulder, “Come with me.”

You lead Violet out from the back of the school until you reached an old building.

“It’s an old wing,” You explained, looking over your should at her. “The schools moved a bit over the years, for whatever reason, but some parts of it are left. And it makes a great place to be free from Leah’s wrath when you wanna smoke.”

Entering the decrepit building, you held the door open for Violet as she walked in.

“Watch your step.” You warned.

You led her through the partial wing to the old bathroom. Reaching into a small hole where a brick was missing, you pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Looking back at Violet you shrugged

“In case my parents go through my stuff.”

You took a cigarette out of the pack before putting it back in the hole in the wall and lighting it, putting the lighter back too. Taking a drag, you offered it to Violet.

“So,” you began as she took a drag, “Where’d you move here from?”

“Boston.”

Your eyebrows rose in surprise. “Boston? And you moved here? Who does that”

She handed the cigarette back to you.

“I know. I miss it. The seasons actually changing, my old school, my old friends. The only thing I like about LA is our house.”

“Who in their right mind would move from Boston to L.A.?” You questioned, taking a drag before shaking your head.

Violet was silent for a moment, turning away. Looking back at you she revealed why.

“Dad had an affair. My mom caught him in the act, literally. And instead of separating they moved us across the country to pretend that they were okay. It’s a load of bullshit.”

Violet took the cigarette as you offered it, looking at her with an apologetic look on your face.

“Shit, that sucks, Vi, I’m sorry.” You didn’t catch the nickname that slipped from your mouth, but she did. It made her give a small smile, looking down for a moment so you couldn’t see it. Even though her parents called her that, it felt sweeter coming from you. She looked back up, shaking her head and giving you back the cigarette.

“It’s fine, I can’t really do anything about it but watch.”

Taking a drag, you opened your mouth to say something when Violet’s phone buzzed. She reached into her bag and grabbed it, reading the message before looking back to you.

“I gotta get home, sorry.”

Putting the cigarette out on the old brick, you hopped down from the counter you were sitting on.

“Don’t worry about it,” You paused for a second. “Wanna continue these secret smoke sessions? We’ll never have to worry about Leah.”

She gave you a small smile, agreeing. You grabbed your stuff and led her back to the main building to go back home.

“Bye Violet.” You said, the corner of your lips quirking up for a miniscule moment.

“Bye y/n.” She replied, that same small smile on her face, before turning and heading the opposite way.

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Forever // Tate Langdon x Reader x Violet Harmon

request: Hey! Could I request Violet x Reader x Tate? Just some nice fluff, the reader is still a student and has a rough day. Or on a darker note, the reader decides they want to be with them forever or something.

prompts: none

summary: dating two ghosts is hard when you can’t always be with them. so you decide to do something to change that.

warnings: suicide, overdosing, suicidal thought, death, mentions of hugging a corpse (not in a creepy way), crying, not proofread

word count: 1204

a/n: i went with the second one! i hope you like it :)

Today was the day. The day you were finally going to take your life. You’d been mulling over the idea for a few weeks, and by now it was the only thing on your mind. Now you weren’t suicidal. Far from it in fact. You had a great life. Amazing friends, loving parents, and the best relationship of your life. You had it all. Except for the fact that your boyfriend and girlfriend were dead. But other than that, everything was perfect.

In the six months you’ve been with Tate and Violet, you’ve been happier than you’ve ever been. Of course your situation was less than ideal, but you made it work. Sure having to spend most days out in the world, away from them, was hard on you. And the fact that the three of you could only ever go out together one day a year didn’t exactly help. You loved them. And you wanted to be with them every second of every day for the rest of your life. And that’s exactly what you planned to do.

After you got home from school today, you were gonna do it. You were going to end your life, and finally be able to spend all of eternity with your soulmates. Now the only problem was that Tate and Violet don’t want you to die. They would absolutely love to be with you forever, but they didn’t want you to have to die in order for that to happen.

But you didn’t care. You weren’t doing this for them. You were doing it for you. All you had to do was sneak up to your room, swallow the bottle of pills you had hidden, and hope Tate and Violet don’t find out until you’ve stopped breathing. Easy peasy. Right?

Your footsteps quickened as anxiety began to flood through you. You could see your house in the distance. Your final resting place. Even though you were sure this is what you wanted, part of you was still nervous. Millions of questions flooded through your brain as you walked through the front gate.

Will it hurt? What will Tate and Violet think? Will they find out? Will they try to stop me? What will my parents think? What’s gonna happen to my body? What if it doesn’t work? What do I do then? What happens after I’m dead?

You forced your mind to quiet as you stepped through the front door. You walked up the stairs, never taking your eyes off of the ground. You could feel your hands begin to shake as you walked towards your room. This was it. It was finally happening. In no more than a few minutes, you would be dead.

The thought of it terrified you. But it also made you unbelievably happy. So many problems were going to be solved. No more school. No more homework. Just all day, everyday with the loves of your life, or death.

You turned the knob on your door and walked inside, quietly shutting it behind you. You let your backpack slump off of your shoulder, falling to the floor with a dull thud. Your heartbeat quickened as you moved to sit on your bed. You reached over to the drawer in your nightstand and pulled out the bottle of pills you had stashed there, along with a water bottle. Slowly, you opened the bottle and dumped its contents into your hand. This was it. No going back now.

You brought the pills up to your mouth, and dropped them in. You opened the water bottle and downed it, swallowing all of the pills. You dropped the empty bottle beside you, and let yourself fall backwards onto your bed. Your eyes slowly drifted shut as you waited for everything to stop.

Except nothing ever goes according to plan now, does it?

You heard your door open, and quickly sat up to see Tate and Violet walking in. You immediately moved your torso, trying to block the pill bottle beside you, but judging by the looks on their faces, they’d already seen it.

Violet was the first to move, walking over to you and sitting beside you. She placed her hand on top of yours, and waited for you to say something.

But Tate spoke up first.

“Y/n, what are you doing? Why are you-?” he cut himself off, not quite knowing what to say next.

“I did it for us. So that we can finally be together.”

“Y/n, we are together,” Violet said to you, her voice breaking slightly.

“No, we’re not. You guys get to spend all day together, while I barely get to see you. I miss you. And now we can be together. Forever,” you said with a small smile on your face.

Tate walked over to sit by the two of you.

“Why didn’t you talk to us about this first? We could’ve found a better way. You didn’t need to throw away your whole life like that,” Tate tried to keep calm, but he was breaking on the inside.

He didn’t even try to save you. It was too late. After experiencing the same thing with Violet, he knew that he didn’t have any chance of saving you. And the thought of having to watch you die right in front of him broke his heart.

“Because I knew you guys wouldn’t want me to do this. And I wasn’t doing this for you. I was doing this for me. I wanted this. I couldn’t take having to spend another day out there, knowing that I could be here with you instead.”

“Y/n,” Violet trailed off.

She pulled you into a hug. Tate joined in too. And in that moment you felt more loved than you ever have in your life. You tried to move your arms to hug them back, but you couldn’t. They were too heavy. Everything was too heavy. And yet, this was the lightest you’ve ever been. Your mind went blank as you felt everything slow down.

Violet felt you go limp in her arms, and pulled away to see your lifeless body leaning onto her. She hugged your corpse tighter, sobbing. You really did it. You killed yourself, for them. You were stuck with them, forever. Even though Violet wanted to spend every day with you, she didn’t want it to happen like this. You were trapped now. Your life was over. You gave up everything, for her.

Tate felt Violet shift, and slowly pulled back. His heart shattered at the sight. Violet was sobbing into your corpse. You were dead. You were really dead. Tate felt a million emotions fill him at once. The worst pain he had ever felt, from having to watch you die. The most anger he’s felt in years, at the fact that you felt like you had to do this to be with them. And the most joy he’s ever experienced, from knowing that you would be with him forever. You loved him. You loved him so much that you gave up your life. All of it, for him.

And now the three of you could finally be together. Forever.

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