These rotten daisies look just like
just, just like you
—"Dazies", Yeule
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"𝔡ᵃzị̸̧̰̪͈̯̝̟̙̩͑͒́ᵉs" ♱ ₛof̷̢̨̛̙̦̮͖̘͍͆♰ꙅᶜà̵̡͈̥͚̳̺̳̝́̽͛̍̕͘ ʳₛ ♱ 9.22.23 ꒷꒦˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳
Ooh, ooh
You like rotting in your bed
When was the last time you were fed?
Enough love, enough love, but instead
You pretend like you are dead
Miserably count how many
Shadows you see right above me
Violently biting off flesh
Of your own, of your own body
Cry like a baby
Screaming and shaky
These rotten daisies
Look just like
Just... just like you
Sweetness, gentle
Kinder, mental
Black hole, black sky
Angel cries, and cries, and cries
Flowers around
Your body, found
Sick mind, sick heart
Loveless, apart (just like you)
Sweetness, gentle
Kinder, mental (just like you)
Black hole, black sky
Angel cries, and cries, and cries
Sweetness, gentle
Kinder, mental
Black hole, black sky
Sweetness, gentle
Kinder, mental
Black hole, black sky
Angel cries, and cries, and cries
Angel cries, and cries, and cries, mm
Oh
Sweetness, gentle
Kinder, mental
Black hole, black sky
Angel cries, and cries, and
Sweetness, gentle
Kinder, mental
Black hole, black sky
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I saw your firefighter post! And I didn’t know if it was recent!! So I’ll drop one in! Firefighter141 x reader. Where captain price leads his team on a call for a burning down old run down cottage! And that’s when they meet you- a sweet southern girl! Whose food she cooks and words are TOOTH - ROTTING. I like to think firefighter141! Live in like a sorta deserted town. With a diner here and there and cottages! So a burning Down cottage is a BIG thing! And they’re so caring and protective of you! I hope you enjoy this asks as much as I am! - 🎀
I love the idea of them in a little middle-of-nowhere town with just a few things around. I'm mandating a forest as well though.
Not sure if this is exactly what you're looking for, but this made me want to write Price comforting the Cottagecore Cutie.
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You're shaking. Your world is crashing down, and all you can do is stand in place in front of your perfect little cottage, watching uselessly as it burns down.
You don’t hear the sirens. You don’t acknowledge the arms that wrap around you, leading you away from the footpath leading to your front door. You sit on the cool metal of the fire engine.
“You’re alright luv,” the firefighter says. Behind him, the small brigade starts in on your home, fighting the blaze that ruins it. A gloved hand gently touches your cheek, drawing you from your catatonic state and to the man in front of you.
Captain Price.
“Stay with me sweet thing,” he says. “Is there anyone else inside?” You shake your head and he reports into his radio. “What happened?”
“I.. I don’t..” you start, trailing off. You’d been baking. You were always baking something. Tears sting your eyes as Price shushes you gently.
“Just breathe,” he coos. Seeing you still shaking, he shrugs off his massive jacket and drapes it over you. It smells of cigars and something woodsy, it’s comforting.
“I was making cookies,” you finally say. “I left the room for just a minute, and there was a boom and-”
“Your gas line broke,” Price supplied. Your cottage was outfitted with old appliances, it wasn’t surprising something failed. He reached for his radio. “Johnny, find the gas main and shut it off.”
Tears stung at your eyes. “I.. I’m sorry,” you hiccup, guilt weighing in your chest. Everything was gone. Your home, all your belongings, everything. Before you can say much else, Price’s strong arms pull you into his chest, wrapping you in his warmth.
“It’s not your fault luv,” he says. “You’re safe and that’s all that matters.”
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