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im so sorry it wouldn't let me answer you abt the tate langdon ask, pre death please and thank u
I Can't Handle Change
note: it's been so long since i wrote anything tate. this should be fun!!
summary: pre-death tate gets comfort from the reader after a fight with his mom 🥺
warnings: sad angsty tate, kissing lol,
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Little things wore Tate down over time.
He once told me that he spent a whole afternoon picking fresh lilacs and daffodils out of his mother's garden, arranging them into the prettiest bouquet for her. He was 11. If you truly let that sink in, it's astounding that an 11-year-old boy was sweet enough to do that for his mom. Her response to the gesture was to shout at him about ruining all the hard work she'd put into the gardening.
She threw the handmade bunch into the trash right in front of him. Held his head straight to make him watch and all. The pretty purple and yellow petals crashed down into the can with a thunk.
Their relationship didn't change. Especially when Larry came into their lives. Constance was an interesting woman. She was in no way fit to mother the children she birthed. Her narcissistic tendencies drew her to do things to the children that made them resent her. It seemed she resented them right back.
Tate and Constance were constantly at war with each other over the whole Larry thing. He didn't know what he wanted, but it for sure wasn't a new dad. Nothing could truly fill the void inside of him. If anything, his mother and Larry were working in tandem to dig even more out of his soul, shoveling heaps of it out of him and discarding it right before his eyes. Just like Constance did with the flowers.
When I came along things changed for Tate. We met in school. I'd spend afternoons at his place. Somewhere along the way we started dating. He possessed this all-encompassing love within him. Since he was a child, its tendrils reached out, longing for someone to latch onto to disseminate the intense feeling. He was a lover, but also the child of someone with no room for real love in her life.
I embraced his need for connection. His intensity. Tate was emotional and strong-willed. The love he gave me was the warm embrace that you crave on winter's coldest nights. It was slippery quicksand, pulling me in with no regard for my control.
She hated me, Constance. She didn't like my presence. My effect on her 'beautiful boy.' It was a game of cat and mouse. She didn't want his love, but she wanted him to keep trying. The thrill of rejecting him intoxicated her. When I came into Tate's life, he stopped trying to connect with her. He finally found someone that would accept him.
On a rainy day in November, Constance and Tate went at it again. She expressed her intent to keep Larry in his life.
'He's your new father and you have to DEAL with it!' she screamed.
Larry watched from the corner as she slapped Tate across his face. The coward didn't even say a word. No mother should be hitting her son. Instead, Larry wore a smirk so devilish he could be a minion of Satan, for all anyone knew.
Tate didn't even say a word. He stormed out of the door and straight in the direction of my house. I lived two miles away. He trudged all that way in the pouring rain. When he arrived at my doorstep, he was soaked right through to the skin, shivering from the cold. He broke down on my front porch. Body-wracking sobs left his lips as he crouched down into a ball. I pulled him up by his armpits and guided him inside.
When we got to my room, I immediately stripped him of all his wet clothes and gave him some of the stuff I had stolen from his room. A sweater, some loose-fitting jeans, and a cardigan. I wrapped him in the layers, shushing him as he cried through the process. He collapsed into a heap on top of my duvet cover, face in his hands. Still shivering, he let out another heart-wrenching sob.
I hurried over to the bed and wrapped him in my embrace. His head rested on my chest and his body rested in between my legs. I sat up against the headboard, running my fingers through his hair, letting him cry it out. After some time, his cries became softer.
'Nothing I do is ever good enough,' Tate sniffed.
'You know that's not true,' I tutted. 'You are good enough.'
'No,' he whined, 'With her. In her eyes.' I knew he meant his mother. I didn't even have to ask.
'What happened, love?' I asked softly.
'It's just that ugly motherfucker again,' he sighed. 'She keeps saying he's my dad. She wants me to call him dad.' I stared off for a second not sure what to say. I kissed the top of his head.
'You shouldn't have to call him that,' I decided. He sobbed loudly again.
'She hit me, Y/N.'
I gasped and grabbed his head, turning it to make him look at me. And there it was, clear as day. A welt forming over his eye. I couldn't believe I didn't notice it earlier.
'I ignore him now. I don't insult him. I stay away. But now she wants me to call him dad,' he cried. 'Nothing I do is ever good enough. She knows I can't handle change.'
'Oh, baby. I am so sorry,' I whispered. Looking into his glassy eyes, I saw a brokenness I had never seen before. She went too far, as she always did. I kissed the tip of his nose. 'I'm sure that feels great, huh?' I half-laughed, sardonically, running my thumb gently over his swollen face.
His hand reached up and wiped my cheek. I didn't even realize I had started crying, too. I loved him so much and hated to see him hurting.
'Please, don't worry about me,' I said softly. 'I just cry when you cry. I'm a big dork.'
'I love you so much, Y/N,' he rasped.
'I love you more,' I replied. He sat up more so his face was level with mine. Leaning in, he kissed me delicately. He always kissed me so tenderly, his soft lips caressing mine so beautifully. Tate truly meant his kisses. They had intentions behind them. It was his way of saying 'thank you,' or 'I love you.' None of his kisses were meaningless.
The tenderness dissolved into a passion. We had this insatiable need to be closer to one another. We stayed like this for what felt like forever. Kissing in our mutual bliss. His ever-present need to give love and be loved in return was being fulfilled.
And with that, the broken parts of him began to heal again.
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Quickie but a goodie! Thank you for this request. I like writing Tate. He's a moody lil boy.
#evan peters#evan peters fic#ahs#evan peters x female reader#evan peters oneshot#evan peters x reader#tate langdon#tate langdon x reader#tate langdon imagine#tate ahs#ahs fandom#ahs murder house#tate langdon x y/n#tate langdon ahs
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putting you in a kennel with lea in the 69 position so you cant move, just lick your little sisters drippy pussy all day 💦 or putting cock-shaped water bottles through the bars so you two can suck down water if you get thristy, nd make ur cute little bellies buldge nd ache all day 💦 maybe put you two in chastity if im feeling mean, so you can only like each others asses to edge until i come back
lea look at us being so wanted rn🤭 @daffodil-screaming
i need to be in 69 with lea, licking and licking and being so overwhelmed by how nicely she makes me feel. the cock-shaped water bottle.. i need that. would feel so dirty drinking from it. all of this sounds so good i-🥺
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snippets pleaseeeee , anything will doooo ...im missing harry and voldie ....
Sure, anon! I miss them, too!
Here is a Medieval AU (with Magic) with Old Man Voldy & Female Harry.
The Muggle King struggled against the dark armoured, robed knights as they dragged him to the wooden platform.
Harry felt her breath hitch as she realised what her fellow magicians were doing. They were taking revenge on the muggle king for all the witch burnings — even though magicfolk who knew to cast a basic Cooling Charm didn’t burn.
The knights dressed in black tied the king to the stump. A tall, hooded figure stepped in front of the platform. He towereved over everyone with his height.
He pulled back the hood, revealing a head of thick, tidy grey hair. Harry knew he was a wizard by his face; it lacked the numerous wrinkles any other Muggle would have. And his eyes... They were bloodshot and red.
“Any last words?” he asked the king coldly.
“You’ll burn in hell. You and your wretched freaks —”
Harry winced. Maybe... Maybe the king deserved it...
Lord Voldemort raised a single, long, slender, pale index finger. A small flame came to life at the fingertip, flickering orange and red without extinguishing.
“You know..." said Lord Voldemort conversationally. “Wizards and witches don't burn.”
Without another word, he tossed the flame on the wooden platform. Fire engulfed the platform. The king screamed. He screamed and screamed. As the flames engulfed him, he continued screaming.
Then, the flames erupted, swallowing him completely. At one point, the screams stopped.
The fire continued burning.
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A flash of green light momentarily blinded Harry; the air felt as though it was sucked out. The Muggle holding Harry crumpled to the floor, his angered face arrested in a statue-like moment.
Lord Voldemort stood among the mess. His red eyes looked straight at Harry, freezing her heartbeat.
Harry didn't know what to do. She fled.
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Harry was miserable. The damned Anti-Apparition bracelet Voldemort put around her wrist kept her from Apparating, and after having her arse completely handed to her in a duel, she was utterly discouraged of being free.
Voldemort kept trying to make her eat, but she only took a few sips of the stew for breakfast and dinner before putting the wooden bowl aside. She hated how good it tasted.
The stupid daffodil Voldemort stuck to her hair was stuck to it with a Sticking Charm, no doubt.
Harry didn’t like getting flowers from a dark wizard, no matter how white and pure it was.
Voldemort offered Harry his wizened hand. Harry didn't take it, opting to hop down from the horse on her own.
Voldemort stepped forward and caught her midair, around the waist, and with a flourish, placed her down, looking very satisfied with himself.
Harry wanted to curse him, but decided she valued her head attached to her shoulders more.
“Thank you,” she said with an impressive amount of politeness.
One of the knights approached them, taking Voldemort’s horse.
“Take Harry to the witches’ barracks.” ordered Voldemort, tapping his horse's neck appraisingly. He gave Harry a smile of an old, kind man. It was unfair how striking he looked in that moment. More of a King than the previous one. His entire posture screamed royalty. And by his surname, not just any royalty. Wizarding royalty.
Harry felt her gut sink. She hoped they didn’t remove the floorboards in her home. Hoped they didn’t find out who her father was.
Thanks for the ask, anon! ❤️❤️
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while scowering old accounts i found this... feel free to do it yourselves! its like 20 years old i think YEAH the post i got it from is 20 years old
Name: Pippa
Sex: female
Age: 17
Screen name: screamgender/screamgenders/gorillaxyz
Meaning: i love the movie scream... and the band gorillaz
Status: single
Pets: 2 lovely cats and a dog
Writing Hand: right
BODY ILLS AND SKILLS...
Nervous Habits: running hands through my hair, picking at my skin, cracking knuckles and fingers
Do you bite your nails? when i was a kid i did it so much but not really anymore...
Can you raise one eyebrow at a time? NO but i practice all the time
Can you blow smoke rings? nah
Can you blow spit bubbles? i think so
Can you flare your nostrils? not on command -_-
Can you cross your eyes? yes
Tattoos? not yet
Piercings? ive had my ears pierced twice but only bc the first holes healed
Do you make your bed daily? hell no lol
CLOTHES...
What goes on first, underwear or socks? underwear obviously...
Which shoe goes on first? whichever i find first
What jewelry do you wear 24/7? NONE sadly... i used to wear a cross all the time but its annoying taking it off and putting it back on for showers n stuff...
What's sexiest on a person? ummmmmmmmmm -_- good sense of humour i think
Favorite Piece of Clothing: my phase 3 shirt with murdoc looking like hes trying to lick my armpit
Pajamas: usually none... im an underwear warrior
FOOD
Have you ever eaten Spam? NEVER HAVE NEVER WILL.
Favorite Ice Cream? vanilla or raspberry ripple
How many cereals in your cabinet? a few different kinds but i hardly everrrr eat any myself
What utensils do you use to eat pizza? my hands ..
GROOMING...
How often do you brush your teeth? twice a day
How often do you shower/bathe? depends, but usually every other day
How long does your shower last? 15-30 minutes. it depends
Hair drying method? errmmmm... towel if i remember to before putting it in the washing basket. but usually just air
If that fountain of youth existed, would you drink it? probably
Do you swear? more than id like to
Do you ever spit? when im brushing my teeth yeah? lol
WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE...
Animal: CATS AND MEERKATS theyre adorable.
Food: ice cream
Month: june.. summer... murdocs birthday... it is the BEST month
Day: i like saturdays and wednesdays. but date... prob 22/10
Cartoon: i like disney cartoons :)
Flower: big daffodil fan
Shoe Brand: thog dont caare
Subject in school: DRAMA
Color: purple
TV show: prob im alan partridge...
Movie: the lion king & spider-man 2
Holiday: CHRISTMAS!!!!!!
Book: the invisible man
Vacationing Spot: THE BEACH!!!!!!
TV Station: Comedy Central and Cartoon Network
IN AND AROUND...
The CD Player: NONE ANYMORE :(
Person you talk most on the phone with: prob my sister i dont really phone anyone
Do you regularly check yourself out in store windows and mirrors? YES all the fucking time
What color is your bedroom? light lavenderish grey
Do you use an alarm clock? yes... sadly....
Name one thing you are obsessed with: murdoc niccals
Have you ever skinny-dipped with the opposite sex? no lol
Ever sunbathed nude? no............
Window seat or aisle? Window... but i always let whoever im sat with have the window seat if they want it bc im chivalrous like that
LA LA LAND...
What's your favorite sleeping position? curled up in a ball under the covers
What kind of bed do you like? THE BIGGER THE BETTER
Do you sleepwalk? i did once years ago
Do you sleep with a stuffed animals? yeah
WHICH IS BETTER...
Coke or Pepsi? coke
Apples or Oranges? apples
One pillow or two? two
Deaf or blind? deaf
pool or hot tub? POOL
Blondes or brunettes? brunettes
TV or radio? TV
Tic-Tacs or Certs? tictacs... never heard of certs
Snooze button or jump out of bed? snooze usually but i jump oput sometimes
Sunrise or Sunset? Sunset
Hamburger or Cheeseburger? cheese burga
Morning or night? night
Indoors or outdoors? outdoors
Christmas Eve or Christmas Day? christmas day
Cake or ice cream? ice cream
Bert or Ernie? bert
Spicy or Mild? spicy
Spearmint or Peppermint? NEITHER
Call or Write? call
Peanut Butter or Jelly? jam.
Bath or shower? Shower... only bc easier... sigh
Book or Movie? book
Green or Red apples? red
Rain or Snow? snow
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Kenny Rant
This got really long. I’m sorry.
I wanna talk about Kenny because he’s my favourite. And he’s a silly little guy. I may be projecting a teensy bit but Im just going to scream into the void and you can listen if you want.
Kenny is Cartman’s best friend. Kenny is Butters’ best friend. These can coexist.
Kenny is not saving Butters from Cartman. 2 Reasons:
1. Butters is not an uwu boi who needs protecting. He’s an asshole who’s a little too trusting sometimes.
2. Kenny is not some flirty strong dude-bro. He’s an asshole and a quiet kid who’s just happy to be included.
That’s not to say that I don’t ship Bunny. I do (sue me). but more like a teacher who seats two kids next to each other because they’d be cute together, than as an actual canon ship.
Another thing real quick is Kenjorine. I do wish people would give Marjorine more of Butters’ personality, but someone’s take was that in the episode “Marjorine” Butters never wanted to be Marjorine, therefore she’s just used as a love interest for Kenny, is objectively wrong. Yes Marjorine was Cartman’s idea. Yes Butters was hesitant. But no one can deny how happy Butters looked as Marjorine and the fun she had. Is Marjorine hyperfeminized? Yes absolutely, and it is annoying. But headcanons are okay! Transfem Butters who goes by Marjorine, Genderfluid Butters who can go by Marjorine, etc, yes go for it! But claiming Marjorine is NOT Butters and JUST a love interest for Kenny? :/ Its all fun and games here. Let people have fun and games.
Anyway, back to Kenny because no one understands him like I do.😔
(again, yelling into the void these are my opinions. you can characterize him however you want he’s not real)
KENNY IS NOT A FLIRTY WHORE. He is kind of a pervert who probably had unrestricted internet access and found porn waaaaayyyy to early. But that does not mean he’s a total slut who will sleep around with anyone and everyone. On a similar note, he’s also not mr. popular either. He’s a quiet kid. He doesn’t talk a lot and often fades into the background. He enjoys hanging out with Stan, Kyle, and Cartman. I can only think of one time he willing chose not to hangout with Cartman. He enjoys it! He loves going along with they’re crazy shenanigans! He loves to be included. Because if he’s not included, he’s forgotten about. He dies all the time and no one remembers. He misses out on so much. I’m sure he feels really left out sometimes. (If you like the someone remembers headcanon), does anyone ever catch him up on what happened after he dies?
Imma leave that question there and move on. Kenny is obviously a wonderful brother who cares deeply about his family. However I really wish the show touched more on his relationship with Kevin. Do they bond over shared trauma? Or grow apart because of how similar Kevin is to their father? I like to think that they’re close. But they likely aren’t.
Slight switch. Another characterization I see a lot is that Kenny is a crackhead or similar. I really don’t think Kenny would do a lot of drugs. He lived in a household that had a meth lab in the back yard and his parents were almost always drunk or high. I don’t think he would want that for himself. I know there’s that one episode where he gets high on cat piss and daffodils or something. That’s there. It exists. I know. I would like to think he would have some character development between 8 years old and the typical 16-21 years he’s usually aged up to. I don’t know though, it was never mentioned again. You’re entitled to your own opinion but I just don’t think he’d stick with it.
I think imma stop here. Theres more I could say and I could probably make a whole other post on Mysterion alone but I’ll only do that if it’s asked for.
#kenny mccormick#sp kenny#south park#spooky thoughts#idk how to tag this#idk how to end a post lol#sp cartman#sp butters#sp marjorine#eric cartman#leopold butters stotch#kyle brovlofski#stan marsh
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Your Smile is the Sunrise, It Warms my Heart
Chapter 1: How it Began...
“WHAT?”
The shrill shriek pierced the air and you winced, yanking the phone away from your ear. Emma really was so loud.
“Emma!” you giggled “not so loud! You're gonna bust my eardrums”.
‘Sorry” she whispered, not sounding sorry at all, “I just can't believe you didn't tell me! This is big news.” you could hear her pouting over the phone.
“How dArE you forget to tell your BEST FRIEND…” she paused for dramatic effect. “That your dad is getting remarried and you're moving in with your seven brothers!!”
You sighed, kitten heels clicking on the sidewalk. “I know, I'm sorry Emma, it's just big news and I kind of forgot to tell you.”
You heard her indignant ‘Humph’ across the phone line. “Fine.” she huffed, “But after you meet them you better tell me all about it.” you smiled “Yes, Emma.” you groaned, stopping as you reached your destination.
“I'm here, I gotta go.” Emma voiced her goodbyes and you hung up, turning to the large modern mansion in front of you.
Truth be told you could really use her around for moral support you thought to yourself, clutching your purse tighter in your hand.
Emma was one of your very best friends.
You'd met in elementary school when you had been put in a group project back in the states and stuck together ever since. Your other friend Jùn Dé had joined you in eighth grade and the three of you had been inseparable ever since.
You were an odd combo, Emma with her pink hair and quintessential Korean pretty girl looks, A-Jùn with his shoulder-length auburn hair and a new girl hanging off his arm every week, and you, the loud but easily flustered girl from the states.
The three of you had made quite the picture all through high school.
You could really use one of them with you now, you thought to yourself. But alas, it was not to be, Emma caught up in a project for her Drama class and A-Jùn in his hometown for a family reunion. He groaned and moaned about it two, begging you to come with him, but had been dragged away by his brother, barely holding back from kicking and screaming.
So here you were. All alone. In front of your new house. About to meet your new brothers.
You felt like cursing your dad, too busy with his Fiance on their Cruze of the Mediterranean to bother introducing you. He had apologized, and you understood why, they were newly engaged and wanted to spend time together, but you couldn't help resenting him a little.
Steeling yourself and pulling back your shoulders, you opened the gate, and marched up the front walkway, pressing the doorbell.
While waiting you took a moment to admire the perfectly trimmed gardens. The rows of pink roses, yellow daffodils, and purple lavender painted a stunning picture. The large white fountain, a statue of Venus in the center, water erupting from her hands. You let yourself relax, this place was beautiful and so, so peaceful.
You were jolted out of your musings by the sound of a throat being cleared and you startled, face on fire, turning back to the door.
“You must be our new sister.” you nodded. “I'm Name,” you said, trying to keep your voice under control.
This was so embarrassing, your new brother had caught you daydreaming and on top of that, he was handsome. So handsome.
You blushed. “Nice to meet you, Name,” he said, once again pulling you out of your embarrassing thoughts. “Im Seokjin, the eldest.” he smiled at you kindly and you thought you might melt into a puddle right then and there.
“It's nice to meet you.” you managed. You needed to get yourself under control! It didn't matter how handsome your new brother was, he was off-limits.
They all were.
With this sobering thought, you smiled right back at him and followed him as he stepped aside, showing you into the house.
The house was large, with art pieces hanging along the walls and large vases of those beautiful flowers you spotted outside on each table. As you walked into the living room you noticed a grand piano in the corner and you almost squealed.
A grand Piano! And a concert-style one too! Your inner pianist was squealing in delight and you turned excitedly to your new brother.
“Is that a concert piano? Can I play it? Is it in tune?” you babbled out, eyes sparkling with excitement. Seokjin smiled, charmed by your enthusiasm. “You play piano?” he asked.
You nodded, “yes, I've played for a while now. Since I was 14.” he smiled again, “You’ll have to ask Yoongi, it's his.” he responded, ruffling your hair. You nodded, storing the information away for later.
A concert Piano! A Big House, and a handsome older brother!! You certainly were winning in life, Emma would have a field day.
Seokjin grinned. Your enthusiasm was adorable, he certainly was lucky to have such a cute younger sister.
“Your room is this way,” he said, leading you up the stairs and into a long hallway.
“We all room on this floor. This one is mine, Taehyung and Jimin are next. You're between Yoongi and Jungkook, Namjoon and Hoesok at the end.” he gestured to your room.
“All the rooms have nameplates on them, so it's pretty easy to tell whose is whose.” you looked up at him.
“Are the others here yet?’ he shook his head, leading you to your own bedroom and opening the door. “Jimin and Hoesok are both at part-time jobs, Yoongi’s napping in his room, Namjoon and Taehyung are both out grocery shopping and Jungkook had a school function he had to go to.”
You stepped into your room and your jaw dropped.
It was huge! Way bigger than your old room. Large floor-to-ceiling windows, covered with light blue drapes and a huge king bed.
A door attached led to another room and you opened it, practically screaming when you saw the large walk-in closet. “Is the room ok?” you turned to Seokjin. “Oh, it's perfect!” you said, excitement scrawled all across your face.
Seokjin grinned happily. “I'm glad you like it. The bathroom is down the hallway. Unfortunately, we only have one on this floor, so I hope you don't mind sharing.” you nodded excitedly barely hearing his words as you rushed over to peer out the windows, into the garden below.
“Take your time to unpack and explore a little.” Seokjin left the room, closing the door softly behind him.
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It took no time at all to unpack your purse and small overnight bag and as soon as you were finished you headed downstairs.
Your plan was to go back to your apartment in a few days when A-Sang came back to pick up the rest of your boxes and fully move in by the end of the week. He had offered to help you and you desperately needed it.
You owned way too many clothes.
You followed the sounds of voices to the kitchen and froze. Seokjin noticed you and smiled, waving you over.
“Name, this is Namjoon and Taehyung.” You walked over, ignoring how handsome your new brothers were, and smiled at them.
“It's nice to meet you.” you started.
Before you could continue you were enveloped by the smell of flowers as 178 centimeters of cute boy embraced you in his arms. “Taeyhyung,” he murmured, nuzzling your neck.
“Nice to meet you, Noona.” You squeaked and hugged him back, hiding your red face in his tee shirt.
“Nice to meet you too,” you said. You liked to think you were immune to pretty people.
You were pretty enough and had attracted a lot of staring. Emma was drop-dead gorgeous and A-Sang was a delicate type of sexy. You had thought you were immune. But this day was very quickly proving you wrong.
If the rest of your brothers were this handsome you were in trouble. You needed to get a hold of yourself.
Pulling your head away from Taehyung’s shoulder, you smiled at the other one, standing awkwardly by the door, rubbing the back of his neck. “You must be Namjoon, it's nice to meet you.” he grinned at you, shaking the offered hand. “Nice to meet you, Name.”
He seemed pleasant. Grinning at you in a friendly way as he shook your hand firmly. His hand was big, much larger than your own, and enveloped yours.
Jin spoke suddenly, shocking you out of your daze. “Tae, Namjoon, go put the groceries away.” Taehyung reluctantly pulled himself off your back and picked up the groceries, following Namjoon into the pantry.
Seokjin smiled at you apologetically, “I'm sorry about Taehyung, he is pretty touchy when he's sleepy.” You shook your head, smiling back. “Oh, it's no problem, Seokjin. I appreciate how welcoming you all have been.”
“It's no problem, and by the way,” he started, scratching the back of his neck, “You can call me Jin-Oppa if you want.” He could feel the tips of his ears burning. You blushed a little, “Ok Jin-Oppa, is there anything I can help with?”
Jin grinned, grateful for an escape, and nodded, “I'd love it if you could help with dinner.” he said, gesturing toward the kitchen. “Can you start the rice?”
You nodded and followed him into the kitchen, taking a few deep breaths to calm your red face.
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By the time you and Jin had finished dinner, it was already 6:30. You heard the door slam open and Jin smirked
“Sounds like Jungkook” he said, setting out the places. “Our youngest, he's still in University.”
“What school does he go to?” you asked, “-------- University.” you smile. “Oh, I knew that name sounded familiar. We go to the same university!”
Jin looks at you in surprise, “We have a shared class as well, English.”
You look up as you hear footsteps, eyes landing on the familiar figure of Jungkook. You smile, giving him a little wave.
“Hey, Jungkook.”
Jungkook freezes, staring at you, his face flushing an embarrassing red.
“Name.” he says, pushing his hair out of his eyes, “what are you doing here.”
You smile at him, “Surprise!” you exclaim thoroughly cheered up by the sight of a friendly face, “I'm your new step-sister!”
Jungkook stares at you, mouth open, before he abruptly turns, running back upstairs. You frown, feeling a little hurt.
Noticing your expression, Jin just shakes his head. “I'm sure he was just surprised, Name.” You nodded, “yeah, of course.” going back to setting the table. It was bound to be just as confusing for them as it was for you. You were so grateful to Jin and the others for being so kind and welcoming. You hoped the other brothers could eventually accept you as family, Jungkook as well.
The opening notes of Pretty Woman blasted from your pocket and you jumped, smiling nervously at Jin. “Sorry it's my friend.” he nodded at you and whispered a soft, “Dinners in twenty minutes”.
You gave him a thumbs up and slipped out of the kitchen into the living room, collapsing on the sofa.
As soon as you picked up the phone, Emma’s excited voice reached your eardrums.
“Name, How did it go? Did you meet your brothers? Are they hot? Are they nice?”
You laughed, cutting her off.
“Hello, Emma, nice to talk to you again.”
She huffed impatiently.
“Yes Emma, I met my brothers.” you started switching to Mandarin.
“They're all very nice. And unfortunately, the ones I've met are very handsome,” you admitted, hoping none of the boys spoke Mandarin.
You couldn't use English, you knew Namjoon spoke it fluently. It was at times like this you thanked your father for forcing you to learn Korean and Mandarin when you were yonger, your native language English.
“They have all been very welcoming.” you switched back to Korean. “And my bedroom is huge bro!”
She giggled, “girl you better invite me over STAT, I need to see those handsome brothers of yours.”
“Shush!” you hissed at her through the phone.
She laughed at you. “Anyway, A-Jùn just called me. He said he's getting back tonight. He should call you soon.”
“Done with the reunion already?” you asked.
A-Sang’s relatives were sticky and you doubted they would let him go early.
“Yeah, I couldn't believe it either.” Emma responded, “He didn't tell me why though, something about family drama.” you nodded, you should probably expect a call later that evening.
“Emma, call me on face-time, and I'll give you a tour of the room.” Emma’s shriek of delight followed you as you ran up the stairs.
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7 Snippets, 7 People
thank you for the tag @tabswrites !!
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one:
She hummed, deciding something, and turning away from Jesse. June addressed the rest of his crew, “I’ve decided to show you mercy.” Sheathing her sword, she gestured vaguely with both of her hands, “You are all free to go.”
The rest of her crew followed suit, putting away their various weapons and watching questionably as the men that had boarded their ship pulled themselves to a stand. When Jesse did the same, June was quick to snap her fingers and gain Daring’s attention. “Not him,” she pointed at Jesse, where Daring quickly grabbed hold of both his arms, twisting them uncomfortably.
“What—?” Jesse began to protest, but June cut him off.
“Throw him in the brig.”
Jesse thrashed wildly in Daring’s hold, but it was not enough for the boy to escape him. “You can’t do this!” Jesse argued. “What did I do to deserve this?”
“You insulted me, Jesse. Be grateful I’m not having you thrown into the sea to join your incompetent captain.”
two:
June gripped the cell bars with an iron-hold. “Give it to me.”
“Nah, not until you let me out of here.”
She squinted her eyes at him, “You realize I can just take it from you, correct?”
Jesse folded the map over itself, folding it and folding it until it was a small fragile square that he could fit between his fingers. He held it up to his lips. “Try it, and I’ll swallow it.”
three:
“How can you say you love me?” June’s eyes snapped back to him. “After everything I’ve done to you?”
His gaze drifted over to her. Her amber eyes were as bright as the sinking sun outside. “I—” he tried, unable to think of a definite answer. “I can’t explain it. I just do.”
“And that makes you stupid.”
four:
June wanted to scream. She wanted to break through the walls of her cell brick by brick with her bare hands and cry all at the same time. This was for his own good, why couldn’t Red just see that?
“Convincing you to let me stay on the ship, telling you about my past so that you would trust me, trick you into falling in love with me so that I could gain control of your ship and crew, it was all planned. Every single moment we spent together was calculated and plotted and it fulfilled some greater purpose that you wouldn’t understand. So, no, Red. I didn’t love you. I can’t, and I won’t.”
five:
“You thought you could run from me?” He bellowed, laughing at the pitiful form of his former first mate crumpled on the ground. Her amber eyes stared up at him with a seething hatred he had seen before, but this time they were etched with fear and it made his heart dance in his chest. A smile forced its way onto his face. “You’re clever, clever enough to know there’s nothing you can do to disappear somewhere I can’t find you.”
June’s throat was dry. How could this have happened? She thought she had evaded him long enough that she would never see his face again. Yet, here he was, in all his egotistical glory towering over her and casting her in his shadow once again. The town burned around them as they stared at one another, booms and screams echoing in the distance. The smile on his face was enough to make her tremble, but she would not allow him that satisfaction.
She forced herself to a stand, never taking her eyes off the monster in front of her. June reached down and helped Raleigh to her feet. She would never admit it, but fear throbbed through her veins.
six:
“I’m sorry,” was the phrase Red finally chose. Two words that made June’s skin crawl.
“What for?”
She saw the confusion flick across his face, and when he hesitated to answer June said, “You’re not sorry. It’s just something you're expected to say.”
June stood to leave, having come into his quarters to get all of this off her chest and having nothing left to say to him. She began to collect the materials she brought with her, carrying the bandages and cloth in a heap in her arms. As she turned to go, Red grabbed hold of her forearm, and she expectantly waited for him to say what he needed to say to make himself feel better.
“I am sorry,” he told her. “I’m sorry you had to live this life and it made you think you need to put up these walls around you to keep everyone out. I’m sorry for everything that has happened to you—”
“Don’t be,” June interrupted. “There’s nothing you could have done.”
Red’s eyes softened, “And I’m sorry about that too. I’m sorry I didn’t meet you sooner.”
seven:
“You wouldn’t understand!”
Red stared at her, taking in every miniscule detail of her face. The freckles that dotted her nose, the stray hair that cascaded down her face, no matter how many times she tucked it behind her ear it refused to stay. He examined the bruise that colored her left cheek, dancing up to her eye and down to her jawline. The scar: the faintest white line he had ever seen that traveled her forehead and disappeared beneath her brow. His eyes lingered on the bandage on her neck, the red irritated skin that peeked out from the edges. He saw the devastation in her eyes, an emotion he now saw that she had masked with anger.
“You’re right.” He told her, “I don’t understand. Not yet at least. Will you help me understand?”
June was the first to break eye contact, instead fixating on a mark in the wood. “I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t even want to think about it.”
A sigh from Red. “I want you to know I want to listen if you need someone to talk to. I won’t force it out of you.”
“Why are you taking care of me? What did I do to deserve your help?”
It was a question Red was not anticipating. His brows furrowed. “It’s incredibly sad that you feel that you have to ask that, you realize?”
#wip: the sea is in her blood#original story#writeblr#7 snippets 7 people#tagging game#tag games#tag game#ocs#writing#creative writing
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Here's some pictures, I do have more though!
- Blue
((thank you so so much! im not sure if you wanted four blurbs so please tell me if i got this wrong but these give me giddy, drunk will vibes))
"I can get it," Will tried to assure you, shaking his head. You started to protest but his eyes landed on you, "ooooh, you're so small." He cooed and kissed the top of your head before returning to the claw machine.
You laughed, "Will," you tried to reason with him, "It's been a half an hour."
"It'll be worth it, Y/N," he promised, "I'm almost there."
You rolled your eyes softly and silently cursed him for drinking that last beer.
"I need a little ducky friend, we can take home a little ducky friend." He curled his bottom lip in tightly, trying to concentrate on the movement of the claw machine.
You pulled out your phone to check the time when you heard him scream, "YES!" Popping your head up, you saw a small, fluffy duck plush come out of the machine.
"I did it!" Will's smile covered his entire face in a lopsided grin. Will stroked the fluffy duck in his arms, carefully holding it as if it was the most fragile thing in the universe. "I name it Daffodil."
"Daffodil's a good name," you giggled and brought your phone to take a picture of Will, mainly to share with him in the morning and ask if he remembered this.
You started towards the door, only to halt in your tracks when you heard Will, "Where are you going?"
You turned around and opened your mouth to speak but he continued, "I'm on a winning streak!"
He hopped to a chamber of balls, Daffodil careful peeking out of his jacket pocket.
Will was delighted to find that not only was he good at the ball chamber game, he was practically made for it as he was too tall for the tube and able to cheat by sneaking balls out of the ceiling. You started taking photos and videos on your phone, laughing at the utterly silly love of your life.
"Ow!" Will shook his right hand vigorously and slipped a finger into his mouth, "It got stuck," his words were jumped by the finger in his mouth. He stepped out of the game, still shaking his hand.
"Let me look at it," you reached for his hand.
Reaching into your bag, you pulled out an emergency band aid and wrapped it around the tip of Will's finger. You wrapped his finger tightly and then pressed it to your lips, kissing it softly before letting his hand fall to his side.
His eyes welled up, completely taken off guard by your show of care.
You smiled, "It's time I bring you and Daffodil home."
#fanfiction#youtuber#fluff#blurb#concept#wilbur soot fanfic#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur soot#wilbur soot x you
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post five songs that remind you of your muse.
( marked under keep reading for the sake of everyone else's dash. )
Crying Lightning - Artic Monkeys ( there are a few things abt this that scream NL-era marisa to me, but my favourite comes from the idea of "crying lightning" acting as a metaphor for the silver guillotine. )
The next time that I caught my own reflection / It was on it's way to meet you / Thinking of excuses to postpone / You never looked like yourself from the side / But your profile could not hide / The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache / Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war / And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction / There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw.
And your pastimes, consisted of the strange / And twisted and deranged / And I hate that little game you had called / "Crying Lightning" / And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons. / Uninviting / But not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are.
Starchild - Ghost Quartet ( a little more somber than what i'd usually think of for her, but i think its a very fitting song to sum up certain instances regarding things like her upbringing & her work, especially via these two verses )
When I was a baby, I was blessed by a stranger / in waters I didn't understand / and now I'm infected with disbelief and blasphemy / I'll never have a holy land / I am a ghost in the eyes of my God.
A billion light years away, someone's thinking the same thing / But he's already turned to dust / And the starlight I see is a billion light years old / A ghost just like the rest of us / Nothing I see is here anymore.
Dream Girl Evil - Florence + The Machine ( believe me i'd put the entirety of Dance Fever here if i could, but this, King, Daffodil and Restraint all remind me of her in different ways. )
Did I disappoint you? / Did mommy make you sad? / Do I at least remind you / Of every girl that made you mad? / Make me perfect, make me your fantasy / You know I deserve it / Well, take it out on me.
Am I your dream girl? / You think of me in bed / But you could never hold me / You like me better in your head / Make me evil, then I'm an angel instead / At least you'll sanctify me when I'm dead.
Watch me shimmer (shimmer) / A projection of your mother (mother) / But don't come crying (crying) / I am nobody's moral center / It cannot hold, it cannot hold.
The Calling - The Amazing Devil ( mainly a song that reminds me of TAS but everything about this song is just so. oh my god. there are also verses i cant fit that absolutely fit her relationship with asriel. )
I look into the waters and see a face I don't understand / We're both unwanted daughters / But there's more than water in these autumn hands / I look into the waters and see a face I don't recognize / Who's this? (Who are you?) / "What changed?" I ask / "So strange, " she replies.
Back then, I wasn't hopeful / But now my ink's blood-red, not black / And I'll blink like ripping envelopes / In the hopes that you'll write back / And on the banks of that river / I shiver as a fox stands frozen / And I close them, I close them, I close my eyes.
In the waters, I see a face I don't want look back / Do you like my dress? It's got pockets / The rocks beneath my feet begin to crack / Oh, I look into the waters, long ago that current caught us / And we tried, I tried, I really fucking tried / But the rain kept coming down, I watched that woman drown.
Cassandra - Florence + The Machine ( i lied im putting another F+TM one here because the "oh drunken gods" verse will forever be about her to me. )
I used to move into the future, bring it all back / Let it bleed through my fingers, a treasure in my hands / Now I creep out when there's no one about / 'Cause they put crosses on the doors to try and keep me out / The garden's overgrown / And I run in the middle of the road.
Take me back / Oh, drunken gods of slaughter / You know I've always been your / Favorite daughter.
Well, can you see me? I cannot see you / Everything I thought I knew is falling out of view / And if I run fast enough, could I break apart / As empires crumble and cathedrals flatten in my heart?
tagged by: @evebeforethefall. ♡︎
tagging: anyone who sees this & would like to !
#could go on for hours about picking some of these apart#i also apologise its long i couldnt pick from verses to add in#im starting back on classes soon so im hoping to genuinely write again before then but for now take this#› isms . ‹ study .
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Hiii may i request ❤️💖🌸⭐️ for Kent? Bahahaha, im a disgusting fan, please I need kent content or I will scream
[ask prompt!]
IT'S YOU AND ME BOTH... we're just [shaking hands about filling up the kent tag] LOL ty for your service... but okok this is lowkey making me insane, some headcanons below the cut! thank you for the ask and have a lovely rest of your week! <3
note: minors DNI - cw explicit themes
note: the emojis don't quite match up so i am assuming these are the ones you were going for- sorry if i misread them! also i got your second ask but i'm assuming it's a repeat ask in case the first one didn't send because it's the same characters? sorry it took a while to write- i got a few more asks than i anticipated! thanks again :]
☆ - happy headcanon: the idea he likes daffodils makes me want to explode. playing off of the canon-friendly dialogue expansion mod, where daffodils reminds him of a poem that kept him going in the worst of the war- it also reminds him of his childhood where they'd grow in his backyard! upon the farmer gifting him one, he'd crack a rare smile that sticks around in the farmer's head all week!
♥ - family headcanon: it's a heartbreaking reality that he isn't close to his family as the others in the valley and upon coming back after finally being released from duty, he realizes he doesn't know anything about his two sons. he then takes every opportunity to spend time with them: he starts going to the beach with sam and vincent during the summer, he hypes vincent up to be brave during the spirit's eve maze, he barbecues for the boys on warm evenings, he attends sam's gigs at the saloon... all the while being completely uncomfortable and stoic as ever, he at least is TRYING. and sam and vincent notice- and they appreciate it!
♡ - romantic headcanon: HELLO... naturally he'd do everything in his power to avoid accepting his feelings- he's not an available man, of course of course... but for some reason, he can't avoid the farmer- he'd take every opportunity to learn more about them, work alongside them as they fish or harvest their crops... it was a summer night when the two shared a beer by cindersap forest, trying to reel in a nice haul throughout the day to enjoy the fruit of their labors as the sun touched down on the valley- he couldn't take his eyes off their face and they couldn't help but notice how he'd linger his gaze upon their lips... they knew he held too much on his shoulders so they decided they'd take the first step and kiss him! he hasn't had any intimacy in a long time- all because he'd believe he isn't worthy of such love, having blood on his hands, seeing the worst there is to humanity, so it is up to the farmer to prove him otherwise!
✿ - sex headcanon: LKAJSLAJFR <- ME GOING CRAZY! it isn't a secret that the ex-soldier is not intimate with his wife but it never was a lack of a sex drive but rather completely falling out of love with her just as she did with him <- it's own can of worms that i actually have a post in the making to discuss. i'd think he wouldn't be big on physical intimacy- rather thriving on moments of small gestures of verbal affirmation and quality time spent together. but you're not here for that . he's huge, prefers missionary & doggy, and comes inside [#^-^#]
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really in the mood to make you & Lea feel good & loved & little & hopeful
but damn
I’m also in the mood to tie you up to to the bed post. bound & gagged. immobile. to where only your muffled sounds escape your mouth
I want to blindfold Lea. Tie her arms behind her back. Leave her legs free.
I want to kick her down
& every time she tries to stand back up, I’ll kick her down again.
I want you to watch, helpless, every hit that makes her skin. every bit of spit that drips from her mouth. Watch as she struggles to crawl, to move towards you
I want her to hear your muffled screams. The sound of you struggling against your restraints, trying to make it to your friend. Wanting more than anything to make it stop.
Lea knows this too. & she tells you to stop struggling. Tells you it’s okay. Tells you she wants this. Because she knows what will happen if it’s not her on the receiving end.
(I love duality & symmetry & struggle & pain & love &&&&
I hope you’re enjoying this)
can i just put this on here without answering, i think u turned my brain off.
can you please please please do that asap🥺 i need this so much. id cry and scream so much, damn, i wont be able to stop thinking abt this for days now.
(what would happen if it was me on the receiving end? cuz lea might know but i need to be told🙈)
(enjoying? im falling in love with u anon)
@daffodil-screaming 🤭💖
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screamed a lil seeing bellringer when i dipped into daffodil im just not used to seeing her skinny ass anyomore
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daffodil n papyrus :^)
daffodil yeah i have a little shit of a younger brother and i honestly dont think we r similar at all other than were both annoying but also i like him more than i like myself so hes less annoying definitely aha
papyrus a) heres the playlist im shuffling from :>
fucking drunk walk home. FUCKING DRUNK WALK HOME. the the the drums crescendoing into screaming the FUCK YOU AND YOUR MONEY this song makes me want to scream until my throat is hoarse im so insane about it
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ARE THESE DAFFODILS
He is giving me persephone’s flowers. Im unwell. UNWELL.
#aaaaaaaaaaaaaa#hs3 teaser#ALBUM OUT ON BEE DAY YES#he really looks like a baby#the babiest#im screaming for the daffodils#NARCISI OHHHHH
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did i indeed draw lines to cover cleavage? yes.
are these unedited raw photos? yes.
do i love these pants? yes
#this is me#hehe#my face#anyway i love daffodils and my tattoo has a daffodil#and im big on learning flowers and plants#and floral language in general#and just yeah#love me my daffodils#and its a new beginning#got the tattoo after a rlly rough portion and told myself never to look back and i havent#so here we are#and they bloom at the beginning of spring and the life in the new year begins again#screams anyway#photography#portrait#canon 80d
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@daffodils-dandelions-and-such said: Hello!! Idk how you prefer asks be formatted, so, if I'm going in blind here, hahahahahaha
If it's alright, could you write a (snippet??? Drabble?? Im sorry, idk what to call it, it's just short, I guess) where the Villain wakes up from a nightmare, thinking that the Hero is dead, and when they wake, the Hero is there to comfort them?
Have a great day!!! Hopefully both sides of your pillow are as cool to the touch as you want them to be!
@mikrhsnobara said: Hello! I love your writing? Could you maybe do a prompt about a villain that feels that they don't deserve the hero and they're too bad for them, but the hero assures them otherwise? ( I love clichés)
I love cliches too, and also I hope both of your pillows are always cool! I combined yours because what I wrote fit both, so. enjoy the tooth-rotting fluff, everyone.
Villain was dreaming again.
They knew they were dreaming, they had to be.
Hero was there, with them, her eyes sparkling when she looked at them and her voice saying she loved them.
It was a dream, and they never wanted to wake up. In this dream, things were different. Villain wasn’t a Villain anymore. Hero trusted them.
But they knew the truth.
“Villain! Villain stop, please, I’m begging you to stop,” Hero cried, tears invisible against the rain and the wind whipping her hair across her face. “Please, Villain, just stop, this isn’t you.”
“Of course it’s me,” Villain said, “this is what I’ve always been. Just because I fooled you doesn’t mean a thing about me.”
Hero shouted something else, but it was lost in the storm. Villain’s storm.
Lightning crackled, lighting up the clouds, and, as Villain concentrated, a bolt arced down to strike Hero in the chest, so hot that Villain would have been incinerated if they weren’t immune.
Hero fell.
And Villain left. Why stay? They saw her body, saw how it smoked. They knew what they had done to her, and now, now…
The big bad villain vanquished the hero.
They laughed, and laughed, and laughed. And then, they screamed, and Villain was screaming and screaming and-
“Villain! Babe, wake up, wake up!”
They jerked awake, and Hero had them in her arms.
“You were dreaming, you were dreaming,” Hero murmured.
“I-It was when I- when I killed you,” Villain said. They leaned into Hero, squeezing their eyes shut.
“I’m here,” Hero said, holding them even tighter. “And you never killed me. See? I’m right here.”
“Are you?” Villain muttered. “You shouldn’t be.”
Hero pulled back, and took Villain’s face in her hands. “Do you see me?” she said. “Tell me what you see.”
“I see… you. Your eyes, and your… intensity. I always liked your eyes, even when I- when I was-”
“You’re not doing that now, thought,” Hero said. “Do you think I’m fake?”
“...No.”
“Do you think I’d be here if I didn’t want to be? If I didn’t love you?”
Villain opened their mouth to disagree, not even sure what they’d say- ‘yes, I think you’re only pretending’, or ‘you can’t be here’, but they knew where that would lead. Hero would give them a look, and just ask a different question.
“No,” they said finally. “No one could make you stay somewhere you didn’t want to be.”
“Not even you?”
“Not even me.”
“Then why am I here?”
A number of contrary replies rose to Villain’s lips, as they always did, but then Hero gave them that look, and Villain sighed. “Because… you love me.”
Hero nodded. “And you are worthy of love, and worth every moment.”
Tears welled up in Villain’s eyes, threatening to spill over. Villain couldn’t let that happen, or else the dam would break and they’d start sobbing, and they couldn’t- wouldn’t- do that.
“I love you too,” they managed, voice breaking over the words.
Hero smiled then, soft and full of something that Villain couldn’t describe. “Would you like to go make some tea?” she asked. “We can go together.”
Villain nodded. “I’d really, really like that.”
#hero#villain#heroes and villains#hero x villain#villain x hero#hero/villain#villain/hero#ex-villain#fluff#hurt/comfort#I think#writing#my writing#creative writing#snippet#story snippet
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