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girls get to a certain age realize that they are violet harmon 🍂☠️🖋️
left my headphones at home today i’m crashing out 🎀
it’s finally their season 🍁😭☕️🍂
She is my favorite
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MASTERLIST
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Sunshine Boy 1 , 2 | Kyle Spencer |
synopsis: A typical story of girl meets boy…and maybe some trouble along the way.
Born In Flames | Tate Langdon |
synopsis: Can the devil himself find comfort in simple things? Or does he crave something more cynical..
Study Buddy | Tate Langdon |
synopsis: You have been feeling quite unmotivated recently so Tate shows his support by helping you out.
One Way Ticket | Tate Langdon |
synopsis: Seven months worth of empty promises. Seven months of waiting for things to change yet somehow they always stay the same. Trying to change the outcome of an already released film, is just as pointless as trying to leave the Murder House.
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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PS. Im going to be taking a break soon but I will be back here in a few weeks. Requests are open so please feel free to send them! <3
Ima tell my kids this was the last supper.
Cr: @violettharmon
If I had a nickel for every time I obsessively watched a series about a coven of witches where each witch had they own quirk and power and they all start a little standoffish with each other but end up being what they all needed and they all kinda die at least once with Evan peters and patti lupone I would have two nickels witch is not a lot but is weird that it happened more than once
When girls turn thirteen, they gotta choose one of these gals to base their entire personality on
Green’s not your Color - A Zadison fanfiction
A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new Zadison High School AU, in which Zoe and Kyle are childhood best friends and Kyle suggests to Zoe that they should fake date to make Madison jealous so she’ll ask Zoe out. If you’re interested, the link to the full story is down there!
Zoe opened her locker with a careless pull. She ignored the way the lock banged against the neighboring locker and began sorting through the many books inside. She found the ones she needed and stuffed them in her backpack.
"Do you want me to carry that for you?"
She barely jumped when Kyle's voice echoed beside her. She'd seen his legs under her locker door coming into her peripheral vision.
"What? Haven't you done enough pull-ups at the gym today or something?" she replied snarkily.
He glanced at her over the locker door.
"I'm not sure you know what pull-ups are."
Zoe closed the locker and picked up her backpack, grunting as the weight settled on her shoulders.
"You know I don't."
"You sure you don't want me to take it?" Kyle asked again.
Zoe sighed. This was a game they played at least once a week. She knew he would continue to ask until they made it home.
"Fine. Whatever."
She pulled off her backpack and left it on the ground. Kyle, with a satisfied smile, leaned down to pick up the bag by the shoulder strap and pull it on.
"Are we going to the cinema on Saturday?" he asked as he secured the bag over his shoulder. "After the game, I mean."
Zoe shrugged vaguely. Someone had caught her attention in the distance.
"I don't know. Maybe?"
"So, I know what you're gonna say, but there's this great horror movie coming out. I mean, it looks great, and I think you'll like the story..."
Zoe gave a non-committal hum. Heels clicked into the hallway. Zoe's eyes followed the small and slim yet imposing figure of Madison Montgomery as she made her way through the crowd. People seemed to part in front of her and she never had to slow down even for a step. Her brown eyes remained fixed straight ahead of her. She pulled her sunglasses from over her head. For a second, her eyes flickered to the side, finding Zoe's. The next, they were hidden behind the taint lenses of the sunglasses, and she disappeared around the corner.
"...and it's not a possession movie this time, I promise."
Zoe snapped back into consciousness as Kyle waited expectantly for an answer. She blinked and gave another shrug.
"We'll see."
Full story here!
Stand By Me - A Zadison fanfiction
A/N: Hey guys! This is an extract of my new Zadison fanfiction, a paranormal investigators AU in which Zoe does the investigating and Madison is a ghost. If you like what you read I’ll leave a link to the full story at the end!
"I'm here with Cordelia Goode, the owner of Miss Robichaux's Academy. Thank you for letting me investigate your house and agreeing to answer a couple of my questions."
"Of course. I mean it's not really my house. I haven't set foot in it since the repairs that were done a couple of years ago."
"How did you come into ownership of the house?" Zoe asked.
"I inherited it through my mother," Cordelia explained. "She bought it in the nineties when the previous owner put it up for sale but she'd never done anything with it. She simply bought it for sentimental value, because she'd attended school there when she was young."
"But you didn't?"
Cordelia shook her head.
"No, it closed before I did."
"Were you aware of the strange things happening there before you inherited it?"
"Absolutely not. I'd never been there, the building had been closed for decades so no one had been inside since the seventies, I think. No one had told me anything. I had plans to turn it into a Bed & Breakfast because it's a very big house, too big for me anyway, but after what happened during the repairs, I just closed it off completely."
"So you've never returned there?"
"I don't intend to, not after what I saw. My wife would probably kill me if I even thought about it. She says the house has very bad energy. Our daughters are a bit young right now, but I don't plan on ever telling them about the house. I'm not risking it."
"What sort of things did you see?"
Cordelia was thoughtful for a moment.
"Let's see... I slept into the house a few times overnight. I heard a lot of shuffling above my head as if someone was walking upstairs. I heard women speaking too, out of nowhere. A few times I thought I had imagined them but at one point they became so loud, at yet I still don't know what they were talking about. And one time I woke up and saw a tall man standing by my bed. That was the most terrifying of them all. Coupled with a few strange occurrences too. We tried repainting the walls but the paint wouldn't dry, not even after days, it just dripped away. The few doors that were changed were busted, some of the paintings I hung were taken off during the night. Strange things like that, which made the repairs impossible to complete."
Zoe nodded.
"Is there a history of hearing voices in your family?"
Cordelia shook her head.
"Not that I know of. It had never happened to me before, and has never happened to me again since."
"What about sleep paralysis? Waking up to see someone standing by your bed is a pretty normal sight when someone is a victim of sleep paralysis."
"I wasn't paralyzed," Cordelia replied quickly. "As soon as I saw him I ran to hide under the desk. When I looked back out, he was gone."
Zoe nodded. Then, she turned to Cordelia with a smile.
"Thank you for your time, I think that should be enough."
Zoe stood out and turned off her three video cameras and sound recorder. Cordelia stood out of her chair.
"You still want to go there? Even after what I just told you?"
Zoe took the cameras off their tripods and placed them in her bag.
"I'm even more interested to go there now. If there's a chance that I can finally record something tangible, I think it's gonna be in this house."
Cordelia set her and Zoe's chair around the table once again.
"You're a lot braver than me, then."
Zoe folded a tripod, placing it in a duffel bag.
"Or a lot stupider. That's what people tell me most of the time."
Link to the story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23892523/chapters/57439627