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SECRETS; V. HARMON

VIOLET HARMON X F!READER

WARNINGS: not proofread! but that’s it!

WC: 2650

A/N: Requested! i am so unbelievably sorry for how long this took, but it’s finally October which means it’s murder house time!!

SUMMARY: Consoling Violet after she yells at Tate, feelings start to reveal themselves.. but someone isn’t a fan of you two.

“Go away!”

The sound of a loud scream echoed through the large house, immediately catching your attention. Your feet decided before you as you ran upstairs, instantly recognizing whose voice it was.

“Violet?!” Your voice showed your concern as you sprinted up the stairs, quickly heading towards the girl’s door. The sound of her yell repeated in your head over and over again, playing like a record. It was bone chilling, something you hope to never hear again.

Soft crying was heard inside her room as you turned the corner, seeing Violet stand in the middle of the area. Her arms cradled one another, trying to comfort herself the best she could. Her nails dug into the fabric of her sweater, seeming to break in to the soft material and pierce her skin. Her back was turned to you as she cried, her head down as her soft brown hair fell in front of her face.

“Vi?” You tried to lower your voice as you stepped foot past her door, not wanting to scare her. She didn’t answer as tears kept falling, hugging herself tighter. You noticed that there wasn’t anyone else in the room, that she must’ve been talking to herself. There was no way, you thought.

Once you got close enough, your eyes searched her face. Her eyes were shut tight as her tears dried slightly, her nose was red and the area around her lips seemed swollen. You didn’t know that much about her; you both hung out a couple times, something you could count on your fingers, but you cared enough about her to worry. You still couldn’t understand why you seemed so attached to her. You tried convincing yourself that it might of just been because she was your only friend in a place like this. But as days passed and you started to try and understand, you realized your feelings grew deeper than you had originally thought. But you always listened to her talking about Tate. You weren’t sure who the mystery man was, or anything about him; not even his last name. She would smile and ramble about how sweet he was and that, one time, he painted a rose black for her on Halloween. That pit inside your stomach became apparent that day.

You had feelings for Violet Harmon.

You tried to push those intruding thoughts away as you moved to stand next to her. “Violet?” Before you could finish saying her name, the girl let out a sob and fell into your arms. It took you off balance, but you quickly wrapped your arms around her in response. She was warm, maybe because of the sweater. She felt nice in your arms, something you hoped to feel more of.

Tears stained your shirt as you felt them hit the fabric, Violet’s tight grip on the back grabbing your attention. She clung to you like a lifeline, like she was afraid to lose you. It made you squeeze her tighter against you, trying to ease her worries as you rested your head on top of hers.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Quiet praises left your lips, whispering sweet nothings to the sorrowful girl in your arms. Hiccups and stuttering breaths were recurring as she cried. Her grip never loosens up as she grasps you, not thinking twice about letting you go. As more whispers leave your lips, she starts to calm down and her cries start to stop. The soft delayed breaths were still there, but her tears have dried and her hiccups have ceased.

“I’m sorry.” Violet’s voice was quiet and groggy, but her words were loud in your ears. She was so vulnerable in this situation, it was surprising. The contrast between her usual confident, collected personality and her now powerless, submissive emotions were so drastically different. The sight of her so upset had its own affect on you, but you didn’t let it hurt you as you took the role of her chaperone in this situation.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, Vi.” You had no clue what the situation was or what had just happened before you walked in, but you knew she needed the reassurance. No matter what she could have done, you would never look down on her. Violet was everything to you, she meant everything. She was all you ever needed.

As more praise leaves your tongue, she started to calm down. She was still tight in your hold since she didn’t let you go. Her breathing started to even out as minutes passed, trying to sync up with yours. One of your hands began to move up, but became hesitant as it reached where it was going. Before you could put too much thought into it, your fingers threaded through her hair gently. She seemed to relax, her once tense body from the crying starting to loosen in your arms.

“Thank you.” The gratitude made you blink, not expecting her words. You nodded slowly, silently replying to her. Your body swayed slightly as you held her, her fingers letting to of the harsh grip it had on your shirt.

More time passed by as you held her, the sky that was once shining in, starting to darken. Instead of the sun, the moon started to show itself inside, reflecting on different surfaces. Once Violet recovers enough, she starts to explain what was going on. You both had ended up sitting down on her bed as she went through everything that had happened in the past few months. It was more than shocking to hear, trying to come to terms with the fact the girl you had a crush on was telling you that she used to have a ghost boyfriend, almost killed several times, figured out her boyfriend was a school shooter and her mother was giving birth to the anti-christ. Oh, and she was dead.

You wanted to call her insane, that this whole ordeal was just crazy. But you knew you couldn’t. You’ve heard every story about the Murder House that went around school or the neighborhood; it was hard to ignore. You never wanted to believe it, given the amount of ghost stories that ventured years and years back could’ve, should’ve been myths. They weren’t. And you truly hated to say that you believed her. Maybe it was just because you were whipped for her, but you’d be lying to yourself if you tried to deny the fact you hadn’t have seen stuff in this house.

When you had originally moved in to the neighborhood, you used to take walks by. It was a while before the Harmon’s had moved in and every day when you were on the way to school, there was always some one standing in the window. He was tall and pale, usually wearing a green and black patterned sweater with bright blonde hair. When you had heard that no one lived there, you thought that people were just playing jokes on you.

As years went by, you used to hear crackling inside the abandoned place. It was almost like someone was smacking small, handheld fire crackers against the ground. It was only heard when you walked on the side of that houses’ sidewalk. You always convinced yourself that you were crazy. No one was ever let inside that house.

When you ended up explaining this to Violet, her body seemed to loosen up. You believed her. You believed her. She was ecstatic that she had someone to talk to that wouldn’t run away screaming. She tried to push away the violent thought of more with you, but it was prodding inside her head. Every time that she used to hang out with you, before she had died, she always found herself wanting more. More than just hang outs. But then she was reminded she was with Tate. She couldn’t be unfaithful, that wasn’t like her. And there was no way she had a crush on her best friend, let alone a girl. She instantly pushed that thought away, but it never seemed to leave.

“I never meant to put all this shit on you, Y/N.” Violet sighed, looking down to her lap. She couldn’t believe she broke and revealed everything that had happened to her and her family over the past couple months to her friend. She flinched when she felt a warm hand envelope hers.

“It’s okay, Violet, I swear. As much as I really wish you were lying, I believe you.” You laugh softly, trying to lighten up the mood. The air was still tense, but it seemed to calm lightly after time. A small curve on Violet’s lips caught your attention quickly, your own smile responding immediately. “I, uh,” You tried to stop before you could start, but it screamed inside your head. The thought wanted out so bad and you knew that eventually it was going to leave. “I really like you, Violet.” It left your lips before your brain could stop you. Was it too soon? What was she going to say? Is she gonna throw you out? Will she ever talk to you again?-

“I really like you, too.” It made you stop breathing and your mouth open slightly. Her words were soft and hushed, but they rang in your ears like a bell that was just hit. “I never wanted to believe it and I thought that it was wrong, but,” She shrugged and looked back and forth between your eyes, not knowing what to say. “But then I was too nervous to leave Tate-“

“Violet.” Your voice stopped her. The last thing you wanted to remind her of was Tate. He ruined her, broke her down until she fell into pieces. If it weren’t for him, she still would’ve been alive. “Don’t worry about him, okay? I’m here now. I’ll always be here.” You hoped your words soothed her as her shoulders seemed to relax. A quick glance at your lips was all you needed from her before you leaned forward and hesitantly pressed your lips against hers. She froze at first, not sure how she should respond. But before you could pull away, she took your upper lip in hers and kissed you deeper. The kiss was soft and sweet, and you sent silent praises to her through the action. She felt comfort through your lips, not being able to get enough of it.

Once you pulled away, she took a deep inhale and her eyes focused on your mouth. “I’ve never kissed a girl before.” Violet’s voice was the same as before, but it grew just slightly louder. It was shy, another thing you weren’t expecting.

You let out a quiet laugh in response, squeezing her hand lightly. “Really? I wouldn’t have guessed.” You teased her with a soft smirk on your face and you noticed the light pink hue on her cheeks. “I’m kidding, Vi! You’re a really good kisser.” You interlocked your fingers with hers, wanting to be closer to her.

She smiled at your words, looking into your eyes with so many emotions, you couldn’t read them all. “I could say the same about you.” An extra curve in her lips made you notice the way she copied your smirk. You laughed softly and leaned forward again, pressing your lips against hers.

The day started off different; the way you had to hold her in your arms and console her. But the end was the best thing you could’ve asked for; the way she kissed you was something you have hoped and wished for.

It was perfect.

You and Violet have been dating for a couple months now. It was difficult since she couldn’t leave Murder House, but you both made it work.

You’d come over with some snacks, or cards, or even your laptop to listen to some music or watch a show or two as you sat in her bed together. It was sweet and comforting and you loved holding her in your arms or vice versa.

There were times that were weird though. Last week when you were over, you made your way downstairs to grab a drink while Violet was getting a show ready, the glass you picked out was thrown against the floor. You had originally put it on the kitchen island and turned to grab the liter of your choice of drink and jumped when you heard the loud crack of the glass hitting against the floor.

Violet called out for you and Vivian had walked in to make sure you were okay since she knew the relationship between you and her daughter, which you had responded that you were fine and that it must’ve just slipped from your hand.

You knew the amount of ghosts in this house from Violet and she always made sure to tell you where to stay away from and tried to protect you from most. She had told you about Tate, but she wasn’t too worried since she hadn’t seen him since that night where they had screamed at each other. You were on good terms with most of them: Moira, the Harmon’s, Patrick and Chad and Tate’s brother upstairs. Since you never bothered them, it wasn’t hard for them to ignore you.

Another time was when you were over a couple days ago and you and Violet were hanging out in her room, playing with some cards. You both were having a good time, laughing and resting against each other as you accused her of cheating.

“You totally hid a card under the rug!” You laughed, pointing an accusing finger at her. She gawked at you, shaking her head in response.

“No, I didn’t! You’re just upset that I’m winning!” Violet smiles wide as she exclaims. You’ve never seen her so happy before, it made the butterflies in your stomach fly around and your body grow warm in excitement.

“That is not true-!” As you’re ready to teasingly deny her words, there was a loud bang from the other side of the room. Both of your heads snap towards the noise, startled by the sudden sound. “What was that?” You should’ve known better to ask since the vast house was filled with numerous spirits, but you weren’t sure if you’d ever truly get used to it.

You heard her sigh from beside you and watched her jaw tense. “Tate.” The one syllable made you instantly understand her reaction. The butterflies in your stomach burned in response as your eyes searched around for the older boy.

“Is he here?” You asked. You weren’t able to see any of the ghosts unless they let you. Since Violet was apart of that majority, she could see the others easily. She shook her head and looked back down at the cards in her hands. “It’s okay, Vi. I won’t let him hurt you.” You knew she wasn’t worried about that. She was worried about you. But you didn’t need to voice that and neither did she; she knew that you could handle yourself, but she always told you that she’d try to keep you safe from the others, from Tate.

Violet gave you a soft smile and looked from you to her handful of cards, before putting one down. “I won!” She smiled and gave you a smug look. As you tried to look under the rug for a spare card that she must’ve hid, someone stood outside of the door.

Tate watched you both have fun together, envying the way you kissed her and held her. He hated it; he hated someone else being able to do the things he did with her. But he also knew that it he did anything, there was no chance of Violet ever talking to him again.

While Tate was sulking, you and your girlfriend were having the time of your lives. Well, life.

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