thedevilstate

thedevilstate-Stater-Step siblings (AU)

 "TATE! Lets go! We’re gonna miss the bus!“ She screamed up to her brother still up in his room with the music blasting. "You ass hole!” She giggled and ran up to his room. “Dad’s not going to give us a ride every day! You take longer then I do and I’m a girl!” She laughed and rolled her eyes, Then cheeking her self once more before leaving his room.

my body's a zombie for you // asylum au

She feels as though she’s losing track of time.

Three weeks into her stay at Denison Hospital for Mentally Ill Youths and she’s already starting to lose her grip on reality. Something about all those white walls really makes a person question their whole existence and given her already delicate state, that’s just enough to push her over the edge from depression into something worse. Maybe that’s been her father’s plan the whole time. Put her in a mental hospital, make her even sicker, keep her out of his hair. She knows it’s a cruel thing to think but she can’t help it, not with the way he shipped her off right after her mother had their perfect little bandaid baby (even if that occurrence just happened to coincide with her psychotic break). She can’t really blame them, though. Who wants a fucked up sixteen year old hanging around when you have a perfect little baby, with no self-esteem problems, no scars from self-harm, and just the cutest fucking face you have ever seen? 

The common room is where she spends most of her time. It’s nothing special but it’s better than sitting by herself in her room, counting specks on the wall and wondering how long it takes for a person to go insane when they’re sitting by herself. Besides, at least in the common room, Violet can carry out her favorite pass-time, staring at all the other fucked up kids that fill these halls and wondering what got them damned to this godforsaken hell-hole. She’s usually good at guessing. Most of the girls are here for some self-harm or eating disorder bullshit. Most guys are for suicide, fucked up thoughts, threatening to murder their fathers. But there’s one boy that she just can’t figure out, the one with blonde hair and dark eyes who’s been staring at her across the common room for what feels like years. She would say suicide but there’s something about him that says that his breed of self-loathing is different than hers. The mysterious darkness that follows him like a dark cloud is enough to draw her in like no one else has before and she knows the feelings mutual from the way he follows her with his eyes wherever she moves. 

It’s been six days since he’s showed up and neither of them has spoken a word. All that’s been said has been spoken through golden eyes meeting across a crowded room. And she’s getting fucking sick of it. Violet Harmon’s never been a pussy, not once in her life, and she’s not going to let this boy turn her into one. Taking a deep breath, she gets up from her seat and walks toward him, pretending that this isn’t anything, that she hasn’t had to work herself up to it for hours. Plopping down next to him, she crosses her arms across her chest and gives him a sidelong glance. “What’re you reading?”

+ thedevilstate +

It’s had been six mouths, since violet moved into ‘murder house’ and and be-friended Tate Langdon;

since then they became boyfriend and girlfriend, and today was there six month anniversary. — violet wasn’t the mushy girl, but when it came to tate, she was; He made her feel different and loved. She invited him over to do something for there anniversary, tonight.

“Violet, Tate’s here!” Vivien yelled up the stairs. “Send him up!” Violet yelled back, smiling fixing her hair, in the mirror, waiting for Tate to enter her room.