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not-alien-girl-v · 7 months

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Evan Peters Masterlist

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Characters I Write For:

AHS

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Jimmy Darling

James March

Kai Anderson

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My Favs

Frat Boy Kyle 3: This Time It's Personal

Sick

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* signifies smut

The Evans

Evans + PDA

Evans as Nicole Dollanganger Songs

Heights of the Evans

Evans x Manic Pixie Dream Girl

Evans + Gas Station Orders

Evans + Internet HCs

Evans as Ethel Cain Songs

Tate Langdon

Tate HCs 1

Tate HCs 2

Love Languages

Tate x ADHD!Reader

Road Trip HCs

Beach Day

Tate Gets Jealous

Tate HCs Pt 3

Tate x Cooking

Tate x Romance

Picnic + Running Away

Fluff Alphabet

Coldstone

Tate x Transmasc!Reader

Tate x Plus Size!Reader

Kit Walker

Anything and Everything

Love Languages

Kyle Spencer

Halloween

Frat Boy Kyle

Frat Boy Kyle Again

Frat Boy Kyle 3: This Time Its Personal

Frat Boy Kyle 4: The Squeakquel

Frat Boy Kyle 5: This Time They Fight and its Stupid

Frat Boy Kyle 6: They Break Up?!?!

James March

Sick

Love Languages

Kai Anderson

Love Languages

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𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙤

𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣!!! 𝙄 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 + 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 + 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 + 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩

𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙔/𝙉, 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 + 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 / 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙩.

𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 / 𝙖𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘 / 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢, 𝙄’𝙢 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜!

𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙙𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩!! 𝙄 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙢𝙠 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 + 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙭. 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮, 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧.

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samantha-juliao · 7 years

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“Look at me. (Y/N), look at me right now!” Tate raised his voice. My vision is clouded by the build up of tears. I glance up at Tate. His eyes darker than the darkest of darks. He makes the gesture of placing his hand against my cheek but I flinch away in fear.

“Tate,” I hesitate on my words due to the amount of restraining from crying I’m containing. “I-”

“I love you too.” he says almost instantly.

“Yes, Tate, I love you but I have to go-”

“No, (Y/N), please. Don’t leave me. Please stay. Stay with me,” he begs. Once again making the gesture to caress my face, I give in and trust him. He brushes his lips against mine. “Tate, I don’t have a choice. I’m sorry, I have to go…” a tear slipped from my eye and dropped onto Tate’s shirt. He shook his head from side to side. He shoves his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a bottle of prescription drugs and a plastic bag of another substance of drugs. I narrow my eyebrows. He nervously pops the bottle open and spills the pills into his hand.

“We can be together forever. Just you and me. In this house forever. We can grow old together and be happy-”

“You want us to commit suicide?” Yes, the idea has come across my mind quite frequently and I’ve attempted it once before but I never actually wanted it to be intentional. I really do love Tate and I don’t want to leave him here. He is the darkest light in my darkness. As much as that doesn’t make sense, it’s true. I’m attracted to the darkness and that’s what he is. I’m scared of him. He scares me and I love him for it. He’s a psychopath and I’m crazy in love with him. I’m crazy for him as he is for me. “Yeah, you know what? Okay, I’ll do it.” I nodded my head and took the bag from his hands. His nervous smile turned into a smile that was unexpected for him. A real smile.

“I’ll run the bath…” I notified him and left the room. Stepping foot outside of my bedroom and bolted down the hall and down the stairs as fast as I could.

“MOM!” I’m panicking. “DAD! WHERE ARE YOU?!” I’m running and I’m panting. My lungs feel as if they’re shrivelling up as my breathing becomes hitched. I bust through the front door and struggle to open the gate that guides the house. I make a run for it down the street. “SOMEBODY HELP!” I run and I-

“(Y/N),” Tate sighs. I look around. I’m back in my room.

“What the hell?” I rush back downstairs and through the front door, leaving the house again.

“(Y/N)!” Tate says my name once more as I find myself back in the house.

“No, no, no!” I try to leave again. I come back. I leave again. I end up back at the house. “This can’t be happening, Tate, what the hell did you do?!” I’m out of breath from sobbing and attempting to run away. I need to leave. I try once more.

Making yet another exit from the house a pair of hands violently grasps my arm and strongly pins me to the wall. Before I got the chance to scream a hand is placed upon my mouth. I breathe heavily and scream as loud as I could even with my mouth closed shut. Scared to death, my chest raises up and down at a rapid speed as my heart thumbs loudly against it.

“Shh, shh,” I’m shaken and shoved up against the wall at an even stronger force. “(Y/N), it’s okay it’s just me.” Tate removed his hand from my mouth.

“DON’T FUCKING SCARE ME LIKE THAT!” I roughly pressed my hands against his chest and pushed him off of me. I leaned my back up on the all and slowly let myself fall to the floor. I begin to hyperventilate while crying hysterically. “Why do I keep running around like a crazy person? And why can’t I leave?” I look up at Tate who has a look on his face I’ve never seen before and that was sorrow. He’s never felt anything until I came along. I’ve made him feel something. Emotions. Emotions he’s never been able to express or feel before. Barely being able to see his eyes, blocked by his messy blonde locks, his build up with tears

“I’ve been trying to tell you but-”

“Tell me WHAT?!” I stand up defensively.

“Th-that-”

“What is it, Tate? Spit it out. Don’t bullshit me.” I push him again.

“Come.” Tate takes my hand and clenches it tight. He guides me down to the basement, through some doors, and down the halls. It’s dark and I’m exhausted. “Tate, where are you taking me?” I asked him, terrified. He stopped and pointed to a ditch that his flashlight shined on.

“Is that?… Is that me?!” I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand. I glanced down at my decomposing body, disgusted and in disbelief, I began to panic again. “No, no!” I cried. Tate made it his duty to comfort me. I pushed him away once again.

“What the hell happened, Tate? Did you drug me or something? I don’t remember dying!” I yell at him, consumed with rage.

“No, (Y/N) of course not! You attempted suicide and took too many pills. I tried to save you. I dragged you into the tub with me and made you puke some out but it was no use. It was too late.” Tears fell from Tate’s eyes. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? That I had died?”

“I don’t know… I thought it’d be better if we died together. So you wouldn’t feel alone.” Tate shrugged his shoulders and sniffled. We walked back upstairs in silence.

“So, looks like I’m not going anywhere…” I gave him a weak smile. “And I guess I’m stuck with you in this house forever.” The weak smile turned into a smirk. He chuckled and smirked back at me.

“Tate,” I said.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?” He says, obviously confused.

“Attempting to save my life.” I said making unbreakable eye contact with him. We stood there for a moment. “Because I know saving lives isn’t exactly what you do…”

“I tried. I really did. I care about your feelings more than I care about mi-”

“Don’t say that, Tate. My life wasn’t going to be worth living anyways. I had nothing going for me. All I had was-”

“You.” Tate and I said at the same time. I nodded and smiled as my cheeks flushed red.

Tate brushed my hair behind my ear and pressed his lips to mine. He kisses me ever so softly and passionately. Running my hands through his hair, I kiss him back. Tate’s hands ghost down my body and up my shirt. His hands against my skin caused chills down my spine.

“You’re the only light I’ve ever known.” Tate pulls away for a splint second to pierce those words into my skull with his lips and the black holes that are his eyes staring back at me. Without saying a word, my eyes said everything for him to comprehend. I loved him and he loved me. There was no escaping one another.

Tate playfully throws me onto my bed. He hovers over me and kisses me hard. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down. I tug on the collar of his shirt as I kiss him roughly.

“You make me a little less miserable.” He says with a smirk.

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not-alien-girl-v · 10 months

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The Evans as Ethel Cain Songs

Tate: HEAD IN THE WALL!!!!!!!!! ok this is so so like omg right ok so like if you get it you get it so. so the raping part was so tate langdon and "Shooting up our old school when we get bored of shooting up Fuck the cops, and fuck god, and fuck this town for ruining us They'll put holes in all we own and in our heads, pumped full of lead You always told me i could only leave you once we're both dead" tate langdon coded you can try to argue with me about this but you're going to be wrong about it so

Kit: most of miss anhedonia's songs are all too toxic for kit so all i'll say is like specifically the one part of crush where its like he looks like he works with his hands and smells like marlboro reds is so kit but the rest of the song is more tate you feel me. and also thoroughfare because kit is american man with a truck coded. you get it.

Kyle: hard times :((((( and i don't want to elaborate so much on it because it makes me sad that most of kyle's narrative is based on his trauma with his mother and even in death he just continues to get used for his body.

james: i am feeling knuckle velvet and also lilies ok so for knuckle velvet the line ‘you come in so hard, gore me through the heart’ that just yells james directly into my ears idk what to tell u and for lilies ‘you’re like an angel, nothing can touch you, but i wanna hold you, i wanna love you’ like ok sure that could be any evan character cuz he’s beautiful like an angel but when i hear angel and beautiful in the context of evan peters im gonna think of mr march and mr march ONLY also like the entire first verse is SO james it’s like i can picture the exact scene in his silly little hotel room so vividly in my mind it’s like it’s a real scene from the show

kai: my little piece of shit <3 so for kai im feeling dog days and sunday morning. from dog days ‘you walk a fine line between god and animal, you’re just a feral dog i worship in bedroom ceremonials’ and also ‘cut me up and take me like the bread and blood at church’ like ok the kinkiness mixed with violence mixed with religion mixed with worshipping a man who’s literally just Some Guy that’s kai anderson shit right there. for sunday morning ‘when i go home at night i think about the ways that i can get out of the hold you’ve got me in’ mixed with ‘everything hurts except for you’ ok kai anderson kai kai kai anderson

and that’s all i have to say i don’t fuck with the other characters so this is all y’all get from me

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not-alien-girl-v · 2 years

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could you write what a day at the beach with tate langdon would be like

Beach Day with Tate Langdon

Summary: Reader goes to the beach with pre-death Tate. Also reader makes fun of him a lot but he is a simp so he lets her. That’s basically the entire thing

Warning: Language, sexual themes

Note: Not proofread I’m sorry. I’m rly busy with finals for school so I’m pumping this out before the worst of it hits and I won’t be able to post much of anything for about a week

“This is so stupid,” he spoke, in a dark grumble as he was reluctantly forced out of the bathroom, slight lisp that he always speaks with. He had stood, staring at his reflection in horror for a good long while until Y/N demanded he show her.

“Please let me see it? Please?” Y/N pleaded from the other side of the door. She dragged out her syllables in a whine.

“No, it so stupid, I’m changing,” he muttered back. She giggled at him. Needless to say, Tate plays by his own rules when it comes to style, and anything less than flattering on him pisses him off.

Regardless, Tate still opened the door, walking through the open frame, making direct eye contact with Y/N in a glare and a heavy sigh. There he stood, in nothing but bright pink swim trunks with sparkly unicorns on them.

“Oh my god! You look so adorable!!” Y/N gleamed at him, and he made the silent, mental decision not to take them off, but he still wasn’t happy about it, he just wanted to make her happy.

“This is so… stupid,” he repeated.

“What, do you not know any other words?” Y/N teased him. She turned around and walked away, gathering some things into their beach bag. He sat down on his bed, staring into oblivion (his heavily decorated wall), surveying the crazy things he’d do for love. I mean, he’s wearing pink. It doesn’t get any worse than that.

Meanwhile, Y/N was looking gorgeous as always, with a cute two piece hidden under a sheer purple wrap, making Tate envy her ability to look good in beach attire.

“Are you ready to go?” She broke his silent contemplation, he raised his head to look at her and nodded. She smiled back and reached out for his hand, which he gladly took.

Assuming he’d get up, she began to walk away, but was met with the weight of his body staying there, unmoving. She spun around. “Come on, you big loser, get up.”

He just stared at her. With all her might, she grabbed both his hands in hers and began pulling backwards with her entire body weight. Suddenly, he stood up causing her to go flying backward, but he caught her by her waist. “You suck,” she frowned as she walked out the door.

He caught up to her at the top of the stairwell. He pressed his chest into her back and grabbed both her shoulders to hold her steady, then kissed her sweetly on the cheek. “Race you!”

He bolted down the stairs quickly, almost tripping over his own feet then catching himself, knowing his girlfriend was far behind by now.

“Asshole!” He heard her shout from the top of the stairs while he continued out the front door. While he waited outside by his car, he packed his bag into the trunk, followed by her bag. It was the least he could do for her, as the winner of the race.

Unfortunately, his heavily cluttered car did not accept the two new additions to the trunk. They both popped out and smacked him in both legs, like an insult. And of course, he would not let his car win this battle. He picked the bags back up, shoving them in harder, with whatever little muscle he had.

He turned around for a moment, only to be hit in the back of the knees by both bags, once again, this time causing his legs to buckle beneath him. He heard a snide snicker beside the car.

He looked up from the ground, seeing Y/N standing there laughing at him.

“Nice job,” she poked fun at him. He stood up from the ground, dusting off his dirty knees.

“Fuck off,” he responded. She just smiled back and grabbed both of the bags, instead placing them into the back seat. He walked up behind her. He let his face rest in the crook of her neck, breathing his hot breath against her, placing a soft kiss there, then leaving two more further up, ending right behind her ear.

In a sudden change of tone, he reached down with his left hand and squeezed her ass firmly one time. She quickly spun around and backhanded her hand into his chest. “Just for that, you’re driving,” she placed the key ring onto his open finger.

“Ugh!” He complained, but got into the drivers seat.

“What time do we have to be there?” Y/N asked. She buckled her seatbelt and flipped down the passengers side mirror, fixing her hair.

“1 o’clock.”

“Shit, it’s 12:30. You gotta floor it, baby,” Y/N tucked their knees into their chest in the car seat and Tate backed the car out of the driveway.

“You got it, bae,” Tate responded back, smirking a little as Y/N groaned at his ridiculous nickname. Once she finally quieted down, he rested his large hand lovingly on her thigh that she had dropped down back to the seat, instead only hugging her right leg up. “Can you put on some music?”

“Sure,” Y/N reached for his phone which was in the cupholder between them. “What’s your password?”

“It’s... your birthday,” he trailed off.

She dropped the phone to her lap and rotated her head to look at him. “Really?” She put in the code that represented her date of birth, and as expected, his phone unlocked. “Aw, you’re such a sap, Langdon.”

He didn’t respond, instead he just gave an affectionate squeeze on her thigh where his hand would reside for the rest of the trip. Though they were only in the car for about half an hour, it was enough for Y/N to fall asleep. Due to this, Tate was careful to avoid bumpy roads and the potholes in the streets (top reference, i’m sorry), and turned the music down to a gentle hum in order to not wake her.

She awoke to salty sea air, a smooth breeze in the wind, and a gentle caress of her cheek, no doubt from her lover. When she opened her eyes, she was met with his dark brown ones, staring back at her with a sense of adoration she never knew possible before she met him.

“We’re here now, sweetheart,” he whispered to her. She blinked up at him a few times, then he bent down to unbuckle her seatbelt.

He got out and ran over to her side of the car, opening it for her, then leaving to the trunk of the car while she got out. He popped it open and she hopped up and sat on the back of the open car as he unpacked their belongings.

He placed her bag on the floor next to her, then she bent down and pulled a pair of cherry red heart shaped sunglasses out, putting them on. He stood up straight then looked at her, noticing the shades she wore. “Cute,” he remarked.

She stretched her arms up, exposing her stomach, and Tate quickly poked her side when she did so, making her squirm as she was ticklish. She immediately hunched back over to shield her body again. “You’re a fiend, Tate Langdon.”

“I love you too, princess. Now let’s head to the spot now, I think I see your friends over there.”

He put both hands on her waist and quickly lifted her off of the car and onto the ground like you would to a toddler. “Ew, don’t touch me, freak,” she teased as she grabbed her own bag and walked off without him. He stood at the car for a moment, admiring her while she walked away.

By the time he caught up to her, she had already gotten sucked into conversation with her friends, entirely forgetting about her fully packed beach bag she left on the sand in a heap with the rest of her stuff. Knowing she’d leave it there, Tate began unpacking their spot, setting up a beach chair, a towel, and an umbrella to give them shade.

He pulled out some snacks he brought, along with some sunscreen. “Y/N!” He called out to his forgetful girlfriend, who had now wandered about 50 feet away from her unattended belongings.

She heard him and came running over. “You’re putting sunscreen on, lay down.”

“I don’t want to. Hannah said there’s a really cute dog over there, I wanna go pet it,” Y/N resisted. He grabbed her forcefully by her waist. He untied her wrap, leaving her in her two piece swimsuit, then dragged her to sit down on the beach chair.

“I wasn’t asking. Lay down.” With his rare-occurring ‘serious voice’, Y/N decided it would be best not to defy him this time. She lay down on her stomach, tensing her muscles as he squirted the cold cream onto her back. “Relax, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

With that, she put her body at ease, then Tate’s hands connected with the soft skin of her back. Slowly, he massaged the substance into her back in calming, even circles. “Sit up,” he ordered.

She sit up to face him, and he hunched over to wipe a small dollop right onto her nose. She giggled cutely and he giggled back. He briskly rubbed the rest of the sunscreen into her face, arms, and legs, until she was all ready to go, and he let her go with a warm kiss to the forehead.

And so, the hours passed by, Tate feeding pineapple to her, being drowned by her in the ocean, braiding her hair when it got knotted by the salty water, and being beat repeatedly by her at beach volleyball, until finally, Y/N decided to do a little something nice for her overworked boyfriend.

She approached his relaxed figure, hunched over in the chair and snacking on crackers and blocked the sunlight from the setting sun with her body. “Hey baby, you tired?” She asked softly. Although she usually was mean to him all the time, she couldn’t help but feel bad about it today. He nodded.

“K. Scooch over,” she made a sweeping motion with her hands and he made space for her on the chair. She lay down, wrapping her arms around his waist, pulling him down with her.

He wasn’t sure why he was suddenly being cradled in his girlfriends arms, but he would take advantage of it if he could. He snaked his arms tightly around her and rested his head on her chest.

From there, Y/N stroked his soft blond hair, mostly to comb out some leftover sand it had collected after she shoved it in his face when he tried to spank her ass during volleyball. He sighed in contentment and closed his eyes.

He took in the sounds of waves crashing on the sand, seagulls chirping in the distance, the suns gentle rays gracing his body, and the loving embrace of his girlfriend, and it made everything he does to take care of her worthwhile.

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not-alien-girl-v · 2 years

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oie, how are you doing? i saw your post and i am requesting a writing for tate, specifically a fluff.

everything, anything is much better when there is feeling because everything is much more intense, much more fruitful for having care, that's what I like about writing. everything is so beautiful the touch,the details...may tate and s/n pay attention to what each other likes, something where they both cherish and cherish that moment.

Love Languages with Tate Langdon

Summary: Exploring the 5 love languages with your favorite psychopath, Tate Langdon (except I wrote him a little less crazy).

Warning: Implications of something sexual

Note: First ask!!! I had to think a bit about how to write this, but eventually (with some creative liberties along the way) I came up with this, I hope you enjoy.

Words of Affirmation

Loves complimenting you

Seriously obsessed with saying the right thing and making you smile

He’s a simple man

If you look beautiful, he won’t hesitate to let you know this

Despite being a teenage boy, he doesn’t care much about his own appearance

That doesn’t stop him from getting all blushy and shy when you compliment him back

Especially when you tell him how much you love him

He practically melts on the spot

After you got home from school, you were laying down on your bed, Tate’s old bed, when he finally appeared to you after an hour of creepily stalking you staring in admiration at the beautiful creation that was you. He was so lucky to have you in his afterlife, even if you were still living your own life in the real world. He materialized into the room and sat down on the bed next to you, taking one more moment to watch you. “You’re so beautiful,” he cooed at you. He brushed a lock of hair behind your ear.

“How come you never give me normal compliments? Like pretty or cute?” You sat up to talk to him, letting the rays of sun peaking in through the window to leave their previous spot, reflecting gracefully in your hair.

“None of them are right. I’m not gonna bullshit with you, Y/N. You’re more than cute and more than pretty. You’re beautiful, gorgeous even. You know that, right?” He reached over to hold your hand in both of his.

“I’m starting to get the idea,” you smiled at him and he smiled back.

“I’m so in love with you. I want to tell you everyday. You’re perfect, and I love you, so much. Never forget that, Y/N.” He spoke sincerely, from the bottom of his heart, and you could tell by the serious look on his face, contrasting from his normal goofy one. He only got like this when he really meant what he was saying.

You cupped your hand on the side of his face and pulled him closer to yours, passionately kissing him. “I know. I love you too.”

Quality Time

Tate absolutely loves to spend time with you

Everyday, all day

Sometimes you wonder if its healthy for him to be so clingy

But he’s not completely clingy, he just wants to be around you

Even if you’re not saying anything, not acknowledging each other

It’s nice to have him around, especially in the house you live in

Things can get pretty scary sometimes

But he’s your knight in shining armor, even if he doesn’t know it

You adore it when he shows up out of nowhere, regardless of if you’re busy or not

You two keep each other sane in that house, and that’s what matters

You found Tate in the basement, reading through some book you had brought from the school library on a book assignment. You didn’t mind him taking your stuff without asking, it was just something you needed to get used to in a house of ghosts: things go missing very often.

He sat there, soundlessly, spending a fair amount of time scanning each page over with his dark eyes, then flipping to the next. He sat on the floor, back against the wall, almost looking uncomfortable, but Tate had an odd thing about not sitting in chairs when he didn’t need to. You observed this several times when he would come into your room while you do your homework on the bed. Instead of moving to your desk chair, or even your beanbag chair in the corner, he took the floor, perched on the edge of your bed’s footboard, or even standing.

Deciding to join him, you silently walked closer until he noticed you, briefly glancing up from your book to make eye contact before dropping his head down again, continuing reading. You squat down to his level, and yanked on his left arm until he lifted it up enough for you to crawl between his side and his arm.

You sat down on the floor next to him, draping his arm around your shoulders before resting your head on his shoulder. You began reading along with him, and he wordlessly knew to slow down his turning of pages just for you.

At one point, you got to a particularly graphic part of the book, and you scrunched your nose a little at it. He finally spoke up at this. “I love it when you do that.”

“Do what?” You responded.

“That little nose thing. You do it all the time when something’s gross,” he cutely smiled at you, his nose softly nudging your own.

“I do not do it all the time,” you argued, reaching out and turning the page yourself.

“Yes you do. I’m with you for hours everyday, I know you like the back of my hand, Y/N.”

You looked at him for a second before resting your head back onto him and he squeezed your shoulder a little tighter.

Acts of Service

Assuming you’re in high school, it is so handy having someone who is of high school age, good at math, and will do literally anything you ask him to

Tate never saw himself enjoying homework in any way, shape, or form when he was alive, but all that changed one day when he saw you struggling with your calculus homework

Immediately stepped in and helped you with it

Aside from homework, he also does some chores when you’re really tired but your parents have been bugging you about it for ages

He just understands you really well, and knows when to step in

He is an absolute simp for you, though

Anything you ask, no matter how big or how small, he’s on it

Need a drink? He’ll get it. A spare shirt/hoodie? Already picked one out for you.

About to go to school? Rest assured, your pencils are all sharpened and your lunch has been packed, with a little love note and a smiley face attached (and maybe some Nirvana lyrics, too <3)

After a long day at school, you finally rested down on your plush bed. Like clockwork, Tate appeared in your room, sitting next to you on the bed. “Did you like your lunch today?” He had an adorable little smile on his face and you couldn’t help but smile too, him being absolutely contagious.

“I did. I appreciated the fact that today’s song was Polly and you gave me some crackers,” you poked his arm and he exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

“Good. I know you love that song, but I didn’t know if you’d catch the reference,” he smiled a little more goofily this time.

“I did, and I love that you do that for me everyday. I really appreciate it,” you paused, “in fact, I appreciate it so much that I thought I’d return the favor.”

He had a cheeky look on his face, taking your words a dirty way before you interrupted him. “Check your sock drawer.”

He narrowed his eyes in confusion, but still got up and walked over to his side of your shared closet. He pulled open the drawer and his face immediately lit up like Christmas lights. “They’re all matching!” He kept his mouth open in shock as he sifted through the many pairs of now matched socks, a stark contrast from his usual mess of a sock drawer.

You stood up and began to walk closer to him to cherish this moment of joy when he turned to you and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

He hugged you so tight and even lifted you up off the ground, which was easy for him to do as he was already so much bigger than you. “I love you, thank you!” He gushed at you.

Gift Giving

Based on this request, I had a hard time not taking the ‘knowing what the other likes’ literally and making the entire thing a oneshot about giving gifts

Anyway, like I said before, he knows you like the back of his hand and he loves to show it

He listens, even when you think he isn’t. You could talk about any celebrity you really like and he’s so quick to order their merch for you.

He can’t just go out and get things from the world for you, so he makes due with the limits of the house, and Amazon, of course

Things he provides for you include cool rocks, old books, weird looking bugs (if you’re into that kind of thing), he’ll even order food that you mention having a craving for one time

You’d love for him to get you something like a concert ticket, but knowing him, he wouldn’t want you to go have fun with a bunch of men without him, so that’s off the table

And in return, you get him all sorts of Nirvana memorabilia, cool shirts from thrift stores that remind you of him

He always makes a point to use and cherish every single thing you get for him, so some times you try to mess with him, pushing this limit

You’ll get him a pack of those flavored crickets or mealworms or something

He sees right through this, and eats them without hesitation, without even breaking eye contact

He is aggressively loyal and grateful, in that way

“Go ahead, big boy. Enjoy your worms.” You stood across the kitchen from him, taunting him with his box of fried worms when you slid them across the table to him.

He stared you dead in the eye with no expression for a moment, then opened the box and popped one in his mouth, chewing, and swallowing. “Thank you, I will enjoy.”

“Ew, you’re so gross,” you giggled at him as he crossed the distance in the kitchen to stand next to you.

“It’s unfortunate you feel that way. Maybe this will change your mind,” he spoke almost a little too politely to you after you playfully insulted him. He placed a carboard box in your hands, with the label belonging to a custom T-shirt making company.

You warily looked up into his warm, dark eyes, hoping to find some comfort, but you found none. “Go try it on. Now,” he ordered. You frowned, but reluctantly followed his demand.

After a solid 5 minutes in the bathroom, you came out with the most pissed look on your face, sporting a graphic black T-shirt with a picture of Tate’s face on it that read ‘Property of Tate Langdon.’

“I hate you,” you gritted. He burst into giggles and you had to fight back your own smile, keeping your pissed facade.

“Do you like your gift?” He taunted you, knowing by law of your relationship, you had to say yes.

“I love it,” you gritted through your teeth.

“Good. You’re wearing it to school tomorrow.”

Physical Touch

I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again. What is a man if not a very large dog?

The quickest way to put him to sleep is to pet his hair. You don’t even know why, but sometimes, when he’s had a hard day, he’ll lay down and put your hand onto his hair

He always needs to be touching you a little bit

A hand on your shoulder, your back, your thigh, holding your hand, leaning into you, having your legs rest over his

He is a whore for it. All of it

And of course, so are you

You love when he places a big hand onto your leg when you’re sitting on the couch, watching a movie, or when you’re going about your own separate activities, yet he finds a way to have the very end of his finger touching you casually

And he always does this

He is always all over you and he’s obsessed with your touch

“Mmm,” he whined at you. You were scrolling through your phone, cuddled into your blankets on your bed when he opened the door and walked in.

“Aww, what’s wrong, baby boy?” You opened up your arms for him to crawl into, and shifted the covers to the side. He crawled into your open arms and did not hesitate to rest his full body weight right on top of you, like a big dog who can’t come to terms with the fact that it isn’t a lap dog anymore.

You let out a soft grunt as he plopped down onto you. “Mmmm,” he whined again. You understood what he needed from you, even if he used no words. You placed on hand into his soft blond hair. You pulled at the ends of it softly, not wanting to hurt him. With your other hand, you rubbed soothingly up and down on his back.

“Oh really?” You asked in amusement at the full grown man before you acting like a baby in your arms.

“Tired. And sad,” you managed to make out the words he was saying from his position buried in your chest. You nodded although he couldn’t see you.

“I know baby. It’s okay, you can rest now, we can talk later,” you shushed him. You leaned down to place a kiss in his pretty hair and he drifted off to sleep easily.

This was his favorite form of therapy, just you and him, cuddled up like this, he couldn’t imagine another place he’d rather be, and neither could you.

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not-alien-girl-v · 2 years

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could you write a picnic evening with tate langdon?

Runaways

"So, where did you grow up?"

You sit atop a faded tangerine hued play structure. Before you is the sun, setting into a hill cresting a great canyon at the edge of the park. You didn't quite dress for the occasion correctly, wearing jean shorts and a cropped blue tank top, and your legs rub against the crusted, peeling paint below you.

Between Tate's fingernails, he slowly chips away at the paint to settle his nerves. "Around here, Los Angeles. What about you? I didn't really peg you for a California girl." He peeks at you through his shaggy bangs and notices your focus not on him, but on the sunset. The golden rays give your hair a beautiful sort of glow, one he's never quite noticed of anyone else before.

He wipes his glistening palms on the denim of his thighs. "No, I'm from elsewhere..." You trail off.

He chuckles. "Elsewhere?" He repeats. A enigmatic smile plays at your face but you don't turn to look at him. He wonders how you can feels so calm and at peace. You hum through a smile in response.

"My turn. What's your favorite movie?" He takes a bite from the peanut butter and jelly sandwich in his left hand.

You tilt your head, looking at the skyline from another angle. "I really liked The Shining. You?"

"Silence of the Lambs. Anthony Hopkin's performance was just amazing." He notices a small yawn you try to contain, but to no avail. "Am I boring you? Is there something I'm doing wrong here?"

For once, your gaze meets his own. You sigh shallowly. "Don't you find all this boring?"

"I happen to think of myself as an interesting individual," he absorbs his last word into another bite of his sandwich. This time, he looks off into the setting sun. He somewhat understands your attention, the sky is rather beautiful on this evening.

"Not you. I find you... amicable. And handsome. But I mean, everything. All of this?" Out from your pocket you pull out a pack of cigarettes, placing one in your mouth. You turn to him, face forlorn, "light me?"

From his jean pocket, he pulls out a dark blue lighter and waves the flame at the very tip of the stick in your mouth. Taking a long drag, you blow it out away from him. You pass the cig to him and jump down from the roof of the play structure where Tate had been hoping a legendary date would commence, but, unfortunately, he wasn't receiving what he imagined he would from you.

Your shoes emit a cracking sound as they meet the wood chips several feet below you. Walking a few feet toward the swing set, you stop in your tracks and turn around. "You coming down?"

His eyes light up. He had assumed your exit had been the end of your date. He gathered the food back into the plastic bag he brought it in and allowed himself to fall to the ground in a similar fashion you did. You sink down into the closest swing. "Push me?"

He smiles. He begins to push you gently, watching you slowly gain momentum. "Don't you ever want to just drop everything? Just leave and not look back?" You ask.

"Hmm, only every day," he pokes fun but gets the idea you aren't joking in the slightest.

"Do you mean it?"

"Of course. Life is shit around here. Always has been, and the way things are looking recently, always will be. Doesn't mean there's anything I can do about it, so I try not to think about it."

"That makes it worse. To know you can't escape it," you stop your movement just as his hands come to meet your waist from behind. You crane your neck up to look at him upside down. "What if we did?"

He blows out his smoke. "Did what?" You let the top of your head rest down on his chest as you watch him breathe in and out the smoke surrounding him.

"What if we left tonight. Right now, we pack our bags and run." His arms go over your shoulders now, hands clasping lightly in front of your chest while he looks down at you.

"What if we burn out? I don't want to get tired of you. I really, really like you."

"But what if we don't? How will you ever know what could have been if you never take a risk like this?"

He smiles down at you, a warm, comforting smile that reassures any doubt you may have kept hidden within you, as he places your cigarette between your soft lips. You take a long drag, allowing the burn to swirl around in your lungs, and when you reach up to hold it between your two fingers, you exhale it, watching as the smoke dissipates around his yearning features.

"I really, really like you, too, and I don't want to miss out on us, what we could have been. I'm so down for this, as long as you'll be with me." You're not sure if the look on his face shows one of disagreement or one of complete wanderlust.

Instead of words, he applies an intense expression, eyes becoming heavy and as did his breath, hot on your face as he leans in closer, closer, until his soft, warm lips meet yours, connecting like puzzle pieces, despite his face being upside down to you.

You allow him to kiss you for a long while, savoring the taste of him for as long as you can, before pulling away.

"I love you," you blurt gently.

Breathless, he speaks. "I love you too. What are we waiting for?"

With a wild smile, half a tank of gas and two half eaten sandwiches, Tate and you pack up your most prized belongings from your respective homes, and hit the road, him the driver and you his passenger, with no set destination other than anywhere else, and a love no longer unspoken between the two of you.

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not-alien-girl-v · 2 years

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have you seen the movie "Nerve"? could you write something where Tate and Y/N are the main characters in the movie? i help with ideas with whatever you want just please write this for me because i need to read something like this without me writing it, peace ✌🏼

Nerve Part 1 (Tate Langdon)

Summary: Y/N is a broke college kid who can’t afford tuition. He’s a struggling musician, who’s found a site called Nerve, where he can gain money and fame from doing stupid dares. But what happens when he kisses the wrong girl on a dare? The night is young, and they are shackled together for 12 hours. What could happen? (part 1)

Warning: Language, mentions of being naked?? idk the main warning for this is language because I didn’t censor at all.

Note: this is actually a really cute idea i’m so glad you suggested this. i forgot how much i liked this movie lol. anyway, for obvious reasons, tate is alive, and not a criminal, just an edgy teenager (but canonically 19 cuz idk i didn’t wanna write this knowing it’s gonna be a 17 year old kid so he’s now a legal adult) Also, I didn’t stick completely to the movie events because then it’d be boring

At Jerry’s Pizza, Y/N sat, after a long, taxing day of school and homework. She was a college student at UCLA, but all her hard work that had gotten her through her first year of college seemed for nothing. She soon wouldn’t be able to afford her tuition anymore.

“God, what am I going to do?” She sat at the bar, an hour or two after the restaurant had closed. Normally, being 19 and all, she wouldn’t be allowed to sit at the bar like this, but seeing as she was best friends with the owner and it was after hours, the rules were bent for her. She rests her head face down on the counter.

“Look kid, it can’t be that bad, you can pick up a few extra shifts around here if you really need the money,” Jerry, the owner reasoned with her. Jerry was well into his 50s, but could often times be described as ‘young at heart’, and this was evident given the hipster style of his restaurant he owned, the bands he allows to play at said bar, his sleeves of tattoos, and Y/N, a young woman with whom he became instant friends with when she walked in after her first day of university.

“That’s not gonna help, I need $10,000, in like, two seconds in order to keep going. Fuck, what am I going to do?” She cursed.

It was at this moment that the rowdy group of men behind her, standing with their instruments on the stage were getting increasingly louder, annoying the shit out of her.

“UGH! Can you assholes shut up?” She bursted at the four men, horse playing now that their set had finished several hours earlier.

A few of the men gave Jerry an offended look, as if he should reign her in in some way. “Hey guys, it’s getting late, your set ended a while ago, you should probably pack up,” he decided to take the easy way out of confrontation with the band.

“Yeah, yeah, I just need to get something done really quick,” a blond man, the guitarist, Y/N had recognized, spoke up and came forward. He wore a striped dark green sweater and distressed jeans, very Kurt Cobain-esque, and his dirty blond hair added to the look, the shagginess of it showing he wasn’t exactly high-strung.

Suddenly, he ran up to Y/N, gripped her face so tight she was certain it’d leave a bruise, and smashed his lips into her own. She expected to taste liquor, some type of brain altering substance to smell on him, but he only smelled of cologne and sweat.

His band mates counted down 5 seconds in the background, then he ran out with the group the moment the count was over.

“Hey! Stay out you fuckwads!” Jerry called after them, knowing better than to chase after them, given he’s not as young and fit as he used to be.

“NERVE RULES!” another one of the men screamed as they made their way out of the restaurant.

Meanwhile, Y/N, still disgruntled and shocked from the previous event, looked at Jerry in confusion.

“What just happened? What’s Nerve?” She asked, disregarding the fact she had just been kissed and could probably be at risk for mono or something stupid.

“Oh, it’s just some dumb site the kids nowadays are using. Basically, you complete dares for money, or you pay to watch people and dare them to do stupid shit, I mean, real dangerous shit, I heard a couple years back, some kid fell off a construction crane in a dare,” Jerry rubbed his hand down his face, then returned to tidying up the bar.

“They do it… for money?” Y/N asked with curiosity and Jerry nodded, not understanding what she meant by that.

“Yeah, I heard if you get to the finals without giving up on it, you can make some big bank. It’s some real stupid, dangerous shit, though. I see kids coming in here everyday on some dumb dare, scaring off my customers, making fools of themselves.”

This sent Y/N into a bout of quiet contemplation. Looking at their past, there was little Y/N wouldn’t do for money. Feet pics, car washes, hell, she even considered trying out prostitution until she got a job at the pizza place.

What’s a few little dares?

“Hey, I gotta- I’m gonna head out, see you tomorrow!” Y/N packed up their bag and all but sprinted out of the restaurant to catch up with the boys, who couldn’t have been far from the building.

With some luck, she found the blond one alone, outside, standing on a ledge of a bridge. “So what, are you gonna like, kill yourself or something?” She jokingly asked him.

He turned his head back and met her beautiful eyes with his own chocolate brown ones. “I gotta jump off this bridge and do a flip,” he stated simply, like she was a part of whatever he was in on. She wanted to be, but she wasn’t.

“Why?” She questioned, although she was beginning to piece a few things together. If she was being honest with herself, that band kind of sucked during their set, with their cheap guitars and mics that kept cutting in and out during the performance. Not to mention their messy hair and tattered clothes.

Sure, grunge was making a comeback, but who was she kidding? Those boys were as broke as she was. She noticed his phone next to him on the cold gray stone of the bridge, propped up against an empty beer bottle, about to record his act. “Do you need someone to film?” She asked.

“Yeah, could you?” He smiled kindly at her, and she didn’t want to admit it at that moment, but he was actually really cute. Sure he kissed her without asking, but if he asked again, she’d probably be okay with it the next time.

She filmed the entire dare on his crummy little iPhone 6 camera, and when he came out, soaking wet, he walked over to her to see what the watchers were commenting. The way he stood so close behind her, his rugged breath harsh against her neck with adrenaline, she felt nervous to say her next words.

“This whole Nerve thing, how’s it work?” Her words made him change his focus from the screen in her hand to her face, and he erupted in a smug smile.

“Why, you wanna join or something?”

“Well, I don’t want to, but you just made $300 doing that, and I need to afford my college tuition. So, you think you can help me?” She hopefully asked, hoping this site could keep them together a few hours longer.

Within the next span of 10 minutes, the boy helped her join Nerve as a player, then he soon went on his way to find his friends again.

She sighed at the loss of a cute boy, before a new dare popped up on her screen.

‘Find the boy and kiss him for 1 minute’

Weird, almost identical to what she imaged his dare looked like back in the restaurant. Oh well, a dare’s a dare, and she was being offered $100 for it.

She bolted forward to catch up with him, who was now with his pals again. Similar to previous events, she turned his face to look down at her and smashed her lips into his for the second time that night. He seemed surprised, but not offended, since he didn’t reject her, and kissed back, despite not knowing she was being dared.

His friends hollered and cheered as she they all filmed the kiss like the watchers they were. Y/N’s world spun around rapidly for only a moment before the minute was up and she pulled away. She checked her phone, and like clockwork, $100 was transferred into her bank account.

“Fuck yeah!” She hollered to the group.

Now seeming to understand her motive, his genuine smile dropped for a split second, before recovering. “Wow, how much was that for?” He asked.

“$100 man, this shit’s gonna be easy,” she laughed to herself.

Suddenly, the group was approached by a tall blonde man in a leather jacket, who handed them a plastic shopping bag, gave them a quick ‘here you go,’ then ran away as fast as he approached.

“What’s in there?” Y/N asked as the boy tore open the bag and reached inside. With curiosity, he pulled out a pair of silver electronic handcuffs, with a digital screen on it, displaying the word ‘Nerve’ over and over again in blinking blue light.

At the same time, they both got a chime on their phones, which they opened in synch, to see the exact same dare.

‘Handcuff yourselves together for 12 hours,’ it read.

“Wait-” Y/N starts.

“Oh shit,” the boy quietly cursed. At this, his bandmates were screaming and hollering, their phones blowing up with over 700 watchers now. “Look, if you don’t want to-”

“It’s $600, I don’t know about you, but I can’t pass that up,” Y/N explained, then turned to look at one of the boy’s friends, extending her left wrist to him, as he now held the cuffs. “Cuff me.”

The blond boy gave her a surprised look, but nonetheless, extended his right wrist out to his friend as well. When the cold metal clicked around both of their wrists, a timer on the digital screen face of the cuffs started, counting down from 12 hours.

“Have fun man!” The drummer shouted to the blond boy as the rest of his friends left to go elsewhere, leaving Y/N and the blond boy alone together, something they were going to have to get used to.

“Well, this is-” He started before getting interrupted once again, this time by a chime on his phone.

‘Go skinny dipping in the community pool with her’

He just sighed in defeat, knowing he was in for it now, for a whole 12 hours alongside this girl he just met, and not to mention kissed twice. He looked at his right wrist tethered to her left. “You’re right handed, right?”

She nodded. “Good, I’m a lefty. You sure you wanna go through with this? If you want to quit now, I’d be okay. I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to,” he spoke sincerely, looking deep into her eyes and making a connection with her.

“I’m in, I’m all in,” she spoke back, not breaking eye contact, studying every part of his handsome face.

“Good,” he grabbed her hand through the chains of the cuffs, giving it a squeeze. It was just them together against the world. For 12 hours at least.

“Oh, and by the way, what’s your name?” She asked, giggling with excitement from being close to a complete stranger.

“My name? It’s Langdon. You?”

“Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N, we have a pool to break into. Shall we?” He nodded his head towards the general direction of the pool. She nodded with a cute smile on her face, and then the two were off, hand in hand.

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