i like how they made that one girl piss herself before tate shot her like ya
i wouldve probs shit myself seriously
ty fx for not being afraid to show piss
The boy investigated their surroundings- empty boxes, cold air, no one around. Not even a ghost came to stop and see what he’d found. Good. Being alone made manipulating this girl seem like an easier task.
The stranger’s eyes said it all: she was intrigued by his appearance. Who wasn’t? Some times it felt as though his good looks were a plus. But for the moment he wished he was scary looking. Dead eyes followed wide ones as he place his trademark smile atop his lips. “Tate. I live here.” Sort of.
A feeling of wanting to protect his place in the home flooded him as he watched her fidget. “And I’m not leaving either. So get used to this face.”
—- At his statement of his name and living situation, the girl’s eyebrows furrowed a bit. Live here? What? For now, she’d just play it off. She was already incredibly bored with the place, might as well leave some mystery and god knows what else to come with this man. “Tate,” she repeated with a nod, being sure to remember it. “I could get used to a face like that.” She replied with a smirk, picking up the box and putting it on her bed, rummaging through the items in it.
He was interesting, and keeping her interest was something rare in it’s own. “I’m Juno.” She told him, slowly turning her head to look at him again, something she caught herself doing a few times now.
"Thanks for the compliment," He said quickly to avoid smiling. Such an act caused pain in his head.
Tate looked around the room as she thought about whatever she was thinking- he wasn’t very interested. All he wanted was a new play thing, someone to use. “This room is a bit plain. The family before yours had better taste.”
The girl was too intrigued to notice Tate stealing a book from the box she set down. “A diary, I hope?”
Tate had been spying on his flower for months now- not enjoying what he’d seen. A certain male was hanging around the girl far too much for his liking. But, of course, he’sd never say a word.
Violet ran out of the bathroom, shaking hands, and was soon out of the room. She…
As the girl walked past him without even blinking, a rumble in his chest occured. “Fuck, Vi.” He muttered as the honey scent of her perfume floated around his nose. The flower was about to be in one hell of a shit storm.
"You’ve been screwing that asshole?" Tate asked, more than disgusted. The idea of his love with anyone else made his stomach turn.
A thought popped in his head as she disposed of her cigarette, “Won’t that hurt it?” He couldn’t help but still feel protective- even as he felt anger coursing through his veins.
even though im a few days late i want a halloween thread where tate and violet go to their beach seperately and see each other there and have a moment yes pls someone