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vintage-marina · 2 years

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"I know what you did."

summary: you found out what he's done

f!reader, but it isn't really specified

angst

TW: SA, school shooting basically everything what Tate did, fighting, screaming

words: 1103

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"He," pausing for a second you looked at Violet with a haunted expression. "He did what?"

With sad eyes Violet looked at you, the two of you standing in the guest room. Her foot was constantly tapping on the ground, her hands clammy. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Y/N."

She took a step forwards, she noticed the silent tears on your cheeks. Blewing out the air of your lungs you tried to calm yourself, a small sob left your body and before Violet could prepare herself you threw yourself in her arms.

"I should've told you earlier," she mumbled. Her chin was leaning on your shoulder, both you and Violet were holding eachother for 'dear life'.

"It's not your fault." reassuring her you stared blankly at the wooden closet. "I'm glad you told me although it's a bit late."

The both of you fell still, knowing that in the silence the both of you still held eachother dearly. The gears in your brain started working, with each passing second you became more and more angry at Tate.

"I think I have to talk to him, Vi." Slowly you let go of her, unclasping your hands from her vest.

"What are you going to say to him?"

"I," you wiped a few tears away. "Don't know."

"Don't do anything stupid, okay? Pinky promise me."

"I promise," the both of you hold out your pinkies and clasped them together.

Taking some deep breaths you left the room, anger following in your trails. Your heavy footsteps echoed through the house while your breathing was ragged.

You had to find him.

With an agressive swing you opened the door, to his old bedroom (that was now yours). The room was clattered with your clothing and make-up, your walls decorated with pictures and posters, but the room was empty. Letting out a huff of frustration, you slammed the door shut.

Realisation dawned on you that he probably knew what Violet had said, he must have hid himself. A few curse words left your lips and you pulled your hand over your face in frustration.

What the hell, Tate.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You have to be calm if you want to confront him, why did he have to shatter your heart like that? Slowly you opened your bedroomdoor again and stepped in your room, when you closed it you let your head hung on the door. A deep sigh escaped your lips and a soft sob followed through.

A deep sadness clung in your chest.

You slid down on the ground, your mascara was smeared on your cheeks and with shaky hands you tried to wipe the tears away. For a long, long time you sat like this.

Zoned out, you stared ahead of you.

Headache already forming.

"Tate?" You called out with a hoarse voice. "Please I-we need to talk."

Ignoring your call, Tate tugged at his hair while he mumbled inchorent things. Tears streamed on his cheeks and he sunk on his knees, you were going to leave him.

"Tate!" He heard you crying out, his dead heart shattered at the voice cracks. Why did Violet said something? At the thought of her name, a few more tears fell down.

Buring your head in your hands, your shoulders shook.

Was Vivien in pain during the act?

What did Tate say to his victims?

Were they in pain when they were murdered?

Is he going to hurt you too?

You were getting scared of him.

"Please don't leave me, Y/N," was all that you heard. You looked at him with tears in your eyes, his hair was all over the place and his eyes bright red from his cries. His hand tried to reach out for you and he walked towards you, trying to pull himself in your embrace.

His way to calm himself.

"Stay back," you said with all the strength you could muster. You couldn't trust him anymore. "What?" His face was full of disbelief, more tears brimmed up at the edge of his brown eyes. "Why?" Voice small he stared at the ground, watching his teardrops fell on the wooden floor. What he thought to himself was true, you didn't want him anymore.

Quickly you scrambled up, your arms clung protectively against your midriff. "Why?" you said slowly almost in disbelief. "Why Tate?"

He nodded and a small "yeah" escaped his lips.

"I don't," you took a deep breath and wiped with your hand your tears away. "I know what you did."

"I didn't mean to!" He screamed in desperation, waving his hands erratically. "You have to trust me, Y/N!"

"But I don't Tate! I don't!" you screamed back at him, with half swollen eyes you looked mistrustful at him. "You-you probably don't even regret it," a coldness was in your eyes.

Locking his brown eyes with the cold eyes of yours, he got goosebumps. Anger and panick flowed in his veins and in one swift motion he held your wrist, "That's not true."

You held your mouth firmly, seeing the stormy haze in his eyes you shrunk away. Violet hopefully was nearby, incase things went south. The storm was getting darker and darker and in frustration he screamed: "That not true! You know that's not who I am!"

Tears were still flowing on his cheeks and he shook at you, while his grip was getting stronger and stronger. Flinching you tried pulling your wrist out of his hand, "Let me go Tate," you mumbled voice barely a whisper.

But he didn't, he didn't let you go.

A grunt of pain escaped your mouth and your lungs went wheezing after the impact your back had on the wall. His hands were now on your shoulders and he sobbed in despair that he did regret it and that you shouldn't leave him.

Your head was trobbing and you whispered tearfully: "I don't know you anymore, Tate."

Brown eyes widening, he realised something that you didn't know. He knew you were afraid of him, "You know," his voice cracking slightly while his trembling hand cupped your cheek. Noticing the hitch in your breath, he saw you were trembling too. "I would never hurt you, ever."

You fluttered your eyes, closing only for a moment. Shaking off his hand of your cheek you embraced him while your heart was thundering in your ears. The blond boy melted in your arms and before he could pull you even tighter you whispered at the shell of his ear: "You just did."

"What?" He said again, he began sniffling. "When?"

You shook your head and your hand grapsed the doorknob, "You don't even realise it."

He watched in defeat when you walked out of the door, he didn't follow you. When he saw you leaving the ground out of the window, he curled himself up in a ball and cried in frustration.

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drowningyoursorrow · 8 months

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WHITE FERRARI

tate langdon x gn! reader

You reminisce about your lover, the days that you spent together during your years of being high school sweethearts. And on how it ended so quickly and so suddenly. You've grown older and as soon as you did, you left where the both of you resided immediately, the remembrance of him pained you. In hopes for one last connection, you buy his childhood home, which was now abandoned. Slowly you started to feel as if you see him everywhere, maybe it was your imagination.

!!!: kissing? violence (guns, shooting, death, etc.) & minor mentions of drugs W/C: 3.5k

TATE LANGDON was his name, at first in the beginning, before the two of you first met you thought of him as sort of odd. He didn't really fit in, almost as if he didn't want to in a way. He had the looks, god he had the looks, short blonde hair and his dark eyes that made you still. You never really interacted with groups and sort of did your own thing, just minding your own business. Occasionally, you'd encounter Tate, you decided to only interact with him when it's really necessary.

You never really judged him, you just didn't want to partake in any social cliques and didn't have any friends really. Tate seemed to sense this, and it furthered his sudden interest in you, although you two weren't entirely similar. He felt a bond with you, you didn't feel it or didn't acknowledge it at first, and that was fine with him. He would study you from afar and felt as if you didn't belong with anybody here but him, but he was far too scared to interact with you. You felt the same, but you believed that he was constantly judging you whenever his brown orbs locked with yours.

Soon the two of you would look for each other in the rows of people crowding the long hallways. Forming a silent connection with one another, and slowly you would begin to openly communicate with each other. Just small hi's and hello's, yet both of you wanted to say more but never knew how to say it. Tate was smart, but that didn't seem to be his main catching point. No, it was the shy smiles he would give you once you two would sit together in the cafeteria.

It was how he would talk about how high school was just boring as ever and that the only two people that matter. Were you two. You were perfect in his eyes, everything that he's ever dreamed of, you didn't fit in, and you didn't want to. Just like him. It was almost as if you two were meant to be together, but you didn't realize it as quickly as he did.

And he was gladly willing to wait, I mean the two of you weren't even dating yet, so who was he to tell? Your relationship together did grow, eventually spending more time and time together. You always hung out at your place, him never wanting to be at his and finding comfort in your room. He loved everything about it, he loved everything about you, he loved everything you did and said. He was so infatuated with you.

As you were with him, it wasn't because he was different, it was because he simply was himself. He always sought safety with you, and you gladly provided that solitude for him. Tate was truly the most beautiful person that your eyes could ever lay on, his boyish charm drawing you in. He always made sure that you felt comfortable and swore to do everything to protect you from those judging eyes. It didn't matter to either of you on how you appeared to the rest of the world, only mattering to each other.

Eventually, both of you wanted more, but Tate was too in his head about it, so you decided to make the first move. He finally let you come to his house, but only when his mother wasn't home. You remember how he would cry to you about his troubles and worries with her, you despised the woman deeply. You remember him telling you about how his dad left, not really wanting to talk about it. And you never pushed.

You traced the items in his room, observing every corner and every object that you could come into contact with. He only watched you do so, basking in your presence, content with you being in his closure. Eventually, you seated yourself at the end of his bed, him crawling to lay beside you. Resting his head on your lap and placed your hands in his hair. You brushed through his golden locks and felt him ease into you, as he stared at you with those eyes.

You felt your chest tighten and butterflies fill your stomach, the feeling was new, so you turned away from him. Furthermore, you placed your hands on your side and closed your eyes, releasing a profound sigh. You hated that he looked at you--as if he was in love with you because you… you wanted him to. He quickly sat up and stared up at you, worry taking over his features, overthinking the situation. You felt him tense up beside you, knowing it was his insecurities taking over.

Opening your eyes, you looked at him and just gave a smile, it was enough to ease him but not enough to calm him. You thought for a moment, finally deciding to let your feelings take over. Lifting his palm, you placed it over your face and lightly kissed the end of his fingertips. Tate didn't know what to do, he only stared in awe as you let his hand cradle the side of your face. You stared ahead for a moment as Tate observed your features, wanting to know what you were thinking; what you'd do next.

He didn't expect tears to fall from your eyes as you trembled just beneath him, he perked up and held you more steadily. He was more concerned now and yet even though you were crying, he didn't see any hint of sadness on your features. Only disappointment, which he thought was far worse. Instead, he let you sob into his shoulder and grip onto him as if he was going to leave you any second. He could only whisper words of affirmations into your shoulder as tears also escaped him, the image of seeing you cry made him ache.

You both held onto each other, letting everything out that the two of you bottled and hid away from one another. Only then did you look at him in the eyes, wiping away the tears that slid down his face mournfully. And let the words escape you, "I think I love you." He stilled underneath you, a mix of emotions taking over his features, he was scared to do or say anything. In case you tried to change your mind, you took his quietness the wrong way and retreated away from him.

This made Tate scared, so he quickly, without thinking, reached over to you and kissed you. He kissed you as if you two were dying in each other's arms, and this was the last moment the both of you shared together. It was messy and horrible, but the feeling the both of you shared made up for all of it. You two belonged with each other. You both just rested your foreheads together, childish giggles escaping the both of you as you smiled.

It was like the both of you just received candy for the first time, it was like you two achieved the world together. You two only stayed there for a moment before laying back down together in each other's embrace. Oh, how you wish you could stay at this moment forever together, just with each other. Eventually you two had to depart, but instead of being sullen, you both looked forward to what is to come. Tate was over the moon that night, finally achieving the person of his dreams, he replayed the moment you two shared over and over again; before he eventually fell asleep.

The days and months passed by, and it was all wonderful, the time you two would share together. All the new things that you could finally do with one another, the dates were remarkable. You never thought you could love someone like you loved Tate, and he never thought he can love someone like you again. The ache that he always felt was eventually filled with you and you only, he made you feel like you really did matter. You two were just love sick fools, and it was the best thing in the world.

The years moved forward and everything began to change, and so did the both of you, for the better and for the worse. You decided to focus more with your studies, which meant less time for Tate, and he didn't enjoy it. Not one bit, he would try to reason with you, but he just wouldn't listen, he didn't understand. He didn't care about school, he just cared about you, and that was the problem. He brushed off on how difficult it was for you in school, it was easy for him because of his natural intelligence.

Every time he told you that you'd be fine, you felt as if he was condescending you because it was all just so easy for him. He couldn't understand you, and you began to not be able to understand him. Fights began to become frequent, and you couldn't take it anymore, you loved him, you really did, but you needed to focus on yourself. Before you could focus on him, and he didn't get that concept, so asking for a break wasn't easy. It was hard for the both of you, but Tate handled it worse than you did.

You sat him down in his room and stood before him, Tate suspected what this was about, yet he couldn't come to terms with it. So when your tone shifted to more serious, and you avoided eye contact with him, he denied everything you said. He wouldn't listen and began to sob hysterically and breaking everything he could reach, he couldn't accept it, he didn't want to. Tate wasn't listening to you, so you just decided to leave, you couldn't handle this. He fell to his knees and grabbed onto you, breaking down as he clung onto your legs.

He eventually let you go, and you turned away from his cries, this was only for a moment, you'll be back. But did he know that? You haven't heard from him ever since that day, he stopped showing up to the school. And he didn't reply to your calls and messages, maybe you shouldn't have done this. You began to regret your decision.

After a month or so he reappeared again, a black coat adorning his frame as he strutted past you, almost as if you weren't there. His expression was off, and he seemed out of it, usually he was, but not like this. It was unsettling. You brushed it off, just glad that he was finally back. You headed off to the library to study, since it was quieter there and you could relax peacefully.

You were settled into a corner of the room before you heard a loud noise, you looked around and everyone seemed just surprised as you were. Before it was heard again and screaming from the distance, it finally clicked. Those were gunshots. Everyone in the library began to panic, and the teacher tried to barricade the doorways as everyone hid in separate areas. You quickly rushed under two desks and enclosed in between chairs as silence took place. Then there it was, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the library, you were terrified.

What scared you more was if Tate was hurt, he was always quick, so you hoped for the best. You hoped for his safety. Then you heard crashing and banging, you shook and held in your cries. Then there it was, they got in. You could only hold your breath as you heard the steps circle around the room.

And before you knew it, you heard mumbling, then a frantic voice and then a bang. You couldn't believe this, you didn't want to, you heard more yelling and pleads and just held your head in between your arms. You didn't want to die, not like this, you still wanted to reconcile with Tate. You still wanted to be with him. Through your fingers, you could see the corpses, but you couldn't see the perpetrator.

Fear took through you as you suddenly realized that they were standing before you, peering through the chairs. And you felt your heart stop, there stood the boy you loved for years. His once beautiful and soul driven eyes staring downward at you, lifeless. You stilled, and you felt tears cascade down your face as a pained expression took place. All you could do was shake and mouth a silent, why?

His expression didn't change, and the gun still was held within his grip as he took in your features. You only cowered beneath him and closed your eyes, sorrowfully content with dying by the hands of your beloved. But the more you waited, there was nothing, eventually you opened your eyes and no longer stood Tate. He was gone. You soon heard the wailing of sirens and the cries of students and teachers, you only laid frozen.

Why hadn't he shot you?

...

Years have passed, and the question still played in your mind, the guilt hasn't subsided. Why were you the surviving victim? Eventually you did grow from it and as soon as you turned 18 you left L.A, you stayed in a different city for a while before you returned. You didn't want to keep running away, you needed to confront it, yet it was still difficult. You stood in front of the house before you, it's much older now but still looked the same as before.

It was his house, you thought if you bought the place it would bring comfort to you. But it only felt unsettling when you stepped inside, you heard what happened to him right after the shooting. Being gunned down, before you couldn't even think about, but now it just leaves a bitter taste at the tip of your tongue. Exploring the house and the rooms, you felt as if you were already being watched, ever corner you turned. Ghostly eyes following your figure.

You've heard of deaths correlated with this house yet for some reason you weren't so scared about dying here. You eventually brushed away the thought and settled with staying in a different room, not wanting to sleep in his. That was the only difficult part in being in the house, so to distract yourself you got a job. You were gone most of the time, this time you decided you needed a few drinks with your coworkers. Eventually, you came stumbling home in a drunken state and laid in which room was the closest.

You felt the sheets beneath you as you tried to make sense of where you were, realization hit you as you gathered your senses. It was his room. Everything seemed to be the same beside minor differences, someone else must've lived here before. You could imagine his faint smell and basked in it for just a moment, you peered up as it felt like someone was staring down at you. There he was looking down at you, he held a confused expression, you shrieked and curled away from him.

Holding your head as you tried to recollect yourself, just telling your imagination to go away. It was silent, then he was gone. Were you hallucinating? Unsure of what to make up of what just happened, you just silently cried as you buried yourself into the bed. You missed him terribly, although you shouldn't, you cried yourself to sleep that night.

A ghost watched over you, he could only really stare from afar, afraid to scare you like he did before. Oh, how he wanted to hold you once more, he's spent so long without you, and he finally had you again. He couldn't ruin this, your absence broke him deeply and still hadn't fully moved on from you. He tried to with someone new, violet, but he knew in his core that he wouldn't love anybody like you. It ended as soon as it began, and now he had you again.

You awoke abruptly, the sun radiating through the room's window, were you dreaming last night? Brushing it off, you stumbled out of bed and went back into your room. Ever since then, every night when you would return home, there he stood, looking down at you. You could never make out what type of expression he was making, but it always felt mournful, you were too scared to reach out back to him. But as the months passed by, you stopped trying to hide and push away the remembrance of him.

One particular night when he would appear once more, just to check up on you, too scared to do anything more or less. You reached toward him this time, instead of telling him to go way, and held him gently as you observed his features. He avoided your gaze but let himself melt into your touch, he missed this. Even if this was just your imagination, you loved every second of it, he looked the same as he did before. "I've dreamed of this," was all you said as you held him a little longer, before eventually pulling away.

This felt torturous to the both of you, and you knew you shouldn't do this to yourself, he was only your imagination. So you let go, you pushed him away as you closed your eyes, and he could only stare down at you. He wanted to hold you like he used to, but he knew better, time will tell. Eventually he did show up more around different areas of the house, and you just took it as you slowly becoming crazy. Because he never spoke to you, only stared and let you do what you wanted while he was in your presence.

You didn't mind going insane, only if you could see and feel him a bit more, maybe then it wouldn't be so bad. This time you stared at his dark irises, taking in his form, he hasn't changed, just as you remembered him. "You know, I couldn't bare to say your name after what you did. I was too scared, I felt too guilty to even utter the first letter." Silence overtook you as his expression shifted into remorse, you didn't take notice, instead you continued.

Turning away from him, your throat began to feel dry as you stared forward, not wanting to look at him anymore. You buried your face into the palms of your hands as tears slowly began to take over. "Why'd you do it? Why would you do that? Was it because of me? Did I push you too far? Why would you leave me alive? Why...?" You didn't expect an answer, and you didn't get one, sobs raked through you as you clung onto yourself. What you didn't suspect was him to envelop you into a hug, something familiar.

You let him hold you, a strange feeling taking over you, he was physically there yet he felt so cold. "Why can't you be real?" Was all you muttered before you pushed him away from you and headed out the front door, needing some air. He tried to say something, but his words were caught in his throat as he watched you leave, time will tell entered his mind once more. You came home late that night, only to discover he was where you left him, patiently waiting for your return.

You only gave him a short glance before heading back to your room, letting your thoughts consume you. Staring upward at the ceiling before, you felt a dip in the mattress beside you. He was curled next to you but kept his distance on the bed, not wanting to bother you. He just wanted to be near you. You thought for a moment, slipping your arms around him and pulled him closer to your frame.

Holding him like you used to, a content sigh escaped his lips, relishing in the sentimental feeling. He missed this more than anything, you just holding him and comforting him, it was all he needed. You shakily kissed his forehead and let yourself cherish this moment, you really wished this was real. But you knew he would be gone by morning, and you would go busy yourself once more. "I love you."

The words unconsciously slipped through your lips as sleep took over, and you held him closer. He didn't say anything, he wanted to, but he knew if we were to he would have to answer questions he didn't want to answer. Sure, he was selfish for acting like he couldn't speak to you, but eventually he was going to have to. So, he was going to enjoy this as long as he could, and maybe he will come clean about his whole being dead thing. Just above a whisper, he hid into your arms for more closure, "I love you too."

He hoped you wouldn't have heard his confession, but you had, and a small smile formed on your lips. You would take all the drugs in the world just to keep seeing him and being near him. He was all you ever really did want in this godforsaken world, it was a blessing and a curse. Because in the end all you two ever wanted in the world was each other, one way or another you both were going to achieve it. What you didn't know was that maybe Tate Langdon wasn't just your imagination.

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- I am back from writer's block, hope this was a sufficient apology - Frank Ocean is my soul honestly - Briefly proofread (skimmed) - Maybe a part two if I'm feelin it

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iheartyouyou · 1 year

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Kill Bill | Tate Langdon

Summary: Tate randomly breaks up with you, moving on with Violet. It sucks, because you’re a ghost too, stuck in the house forever with a broken heart. But luckily there is a way out. Or is there? (Loosely based on the song “Kill Bill” by SZA.)

Word count: 1.6k

Part two: here

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death & suic*de, not proofread and probably more (sorry!)

Author’s Note: I’m obsessed with SZA’s new album and I’ve been wanting to write for Tate for a while, and so what better way than to write some angst? Anyways, please leave feedback! <3

You frown as you stared at the new couple— Tate and Violet— from the window, holding hands as you heard their muffled laughter. Tate was holding a candy bucket, they just got back from trick-or-treating.

That was supposed to be your guys’ thing, not their thing. It was the one day you could leave this shit hole— Tate promised he would take you trick-or-treating after you confessed to him you’ve never been.

Tate broke up with you not too long ago after dating for 11 months and 13 days. You guys couldn’t even make it to your one year anniversary. You guys would’ve, if it wasn’t for him.

It started with him acting distant, making up excuses and running away from you. Then after two weeks of not seeing or hearing anything from him, he dumps you. He shrugged it off as if it were nothing, as if he didn’t convince you to take your own life and spend the rest of eternity with him.

And now he had a new girlfriend— Violet Harmon. Her family had moved in a little bit ago, Violet immediately catching Tate’s attention.

It’s funny how the same thing happened with you. You wondered if it was a endless cycle, you wondered if the same thing would happen to her.

You hadn’t officially met her yet— deciding to stay in the shadows, she seemed sweet, but you just couldn’t help but hate her.

The couple made their way inside the house, the steps becoming closer and closer. You froze, becoming unseen.

“You know what we should watch?” You heard him ask Violet, the both of them stepping into her room before closing the door.

You came closer to the door, placing your ear against it to hear their conversation.

“Tate, I’m gonna gain like 10 pounds if I eat all this.” Violet said, giggling.

“Well, if I eat this half you’ll only gain 5.” He offered, slight amusement in his voice. He leaned forward, capturing her lips.

You back away from the door, hearing all that smooching and how they were definitely making out made you sick to your stomach.

You run to the nearest bathroom, puking.

“My dad’s not here.” You heard a voice from behind you, startling you.

It wasn’t just a voice, it was her voice.

You hesitantly turn around, facing Violet. She looked at you expectantly, eyes squinted. You shrunk under her gaze, breaking eye contact.

“H-he’s not?” You asked.

“No. He’s not. I can leave a message for hi—“

“No! I mean— uhm— no. It’s okay, I’ll have my mom call him or something.” You say, finally looking up at her.

“Who let you in anyways.”

“Moi— the maid. Or housekeeper— whatever you call her. She let me in.” You spoke, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Oh.” She mumbled, looking around. You look away, trying to think of a way to get out of there. You could just simply disappear— you were a ghost— but you didn’t want to expose yourself.

You weren’t a patient of her Dad’s, but after snooping around you found out that Tate was. You didn’t think anyone was home, trying to take a peek at his file. Too bad little miss perfect caught you, huh?

“So, what are you seeing my dad for?” She asks, causing you to look back at her. You open your mouth, a response on the tip of your tongue before it dies away, the hickey on her neck becoming your new focus point. Your face falls.

She furrows her eyebrows, placing her hand on her hip. “Uhm… are yo—“

“Tate. He’s the one who gave you that hickey, right?” You blurt, your eyes flickering back to hers.

As if her eyebrows can furrow any further, they do, her hand quickly coming up to cover the hickey.

You scowl, her suddenly becoming the one who couldn’t keep eye contact. “H-how— wha—“

“Be careful around him, or you’re just gonna become one of his victims.” You snark, storming off before disappearing.

You didn’t mean to lash out, you just couldn’t help if. It wasn’t fair. How come he gets to move on? How come he gets to leave you in the dust? How come you’re stuck in this house for eternity, your heart shattering every time you saw or heard of him. You couldn’t even remember the last time he spared you a glance.

Fucking bastard.

And how badly you wanted to kill him and his new girlfriend. Too bad he’s already dead and if you kill her, you’ll be doing him a favor.

When you’re a ghost stuck in a house for eternity, there’s really nothing to do. You’ve read every single book in this house at least a hundred times, visited every part of this house at least a million times, and probably more.

Tate never let you talk to the other ghosts, mainly Chad and Patrick.

Since you’re a ghost stuck in a house for eternity, struggling to get over your ex boyfriend, you needed advice.

“Oh honey, you’re barking up the wrong tree.” Chad announced, eyeing you up and down as you entered the room. Patrick turned, scoffing. “What you want?”

“I need…” You cringed at yourself, before shaking your head. “Never mind, sorry.” You spin around, getting ready to leave before they stopped you.

“Come on, we don’t bite. You obviously came here for something, your boyfriend trying to plot some revenge or someth—“ Chad started.

“No— we actually broke up. That’s what I came here for. He’s dating that uh, new girl.” You interrupt, head low.

They both stay silent, sharing a knowing look before staring back at you. “Violet? Jesus— she’s a pain in my ass. She’s so loud at night, I’m surprised her parents haven’t said anything. She sounds like a dying cat when she moans.” They both laugh.

You flinch, you’ve heard her moaning too. That’s why you stayed in the basement at night.

“Uhr— yeah. I know you guys don’t like Tat—“

“We don’t like both of them, hun.”

“Okay, both of them, but I need your guys’ help. Look, I know we may have had our differences and stuff… but I’m desperate.” You beg, looking between them.

You watch as Chad raises an eyebrow, Patrick pressing his lips inti a straight line before motioning for you to come over. “Fine, but you’re gonna owe us.”

You hum a soft tone, rubbing your eyes as you made your way down to the basement. You round the corner, eyes almost bulging out of your head as you spot the blond mop of curls by your makeshift bed.

“What are you doing?” You ask harshly, rubbing the last bit of sleep from your eyes before staring at him.

“Have you been sleeping down here?” Tate asks softly, ignoring your question.

“What are you doing here?” You repeat yourself, taking a sharp inhale as he finally turned around.

“What are you doing with that gay couple? I told you to stay away from them Y/N, they’re not safe.” He says, taking a step towards you. You take one back, shaking your head.

“They’re nice actually. You know they have names, right? Chad and Patrick.” You snark, staring up at him.

“I don’t care. Stay away from them— Violet too. You spooked her.”

“‘Spooked her’? I was just telling her the truth.” You say.

He sighs, rubbing his temples. “Just— don’t ruin this for me. Kay?”

“What? I’m not gonna ruin your stupid fucking relationship, Tate. Go be happy with her, I don’t care. I’ll leave your girlfriend alone, okay? Now can you go? I’ve had a long night.” You sigh, giving up as your shoulders drop.

You push past him, making your way to your bed.

“Why are you so jealous? She makes m—“ He starts.

“I’m not jealous!” You shout, eyebrows furrowing. “You wanna know why I was talking to Chad and Patrick? Because we’re planning to dig up my bones and bury me in some graveyard. Just far away from you. So, now you and your girlfriend can be happy! I’ll most definitely leave the two of you alone.” You finally admit.

You almost wish you didn’t say that when you looked up, seeing the pained expression on his face. “Wha— how do you even know about that?!”

“Moira.” You mumble, shifting your weight onto one foot.

“Moira? God damnit— look, Y/N, you c-can’t leave. I won’t let you!” He announced sadly, eyes glistening in light from the window above.

You clench your fists, anger bubbling up inside you. “I’m stuck here for eternity! Tate— this is like hell for me! You have no right to choose this choice for me.”

“Hell? You think it’s hell here?” He practically whimpered, frowning.

You stay quiet for a few moments, sitting on the edge of your makeshift bed. “Yes. I’m leaving, wether you like or not. Can you leave me alone now?”

It feels like the wind just got knocked out of him, dropping to his knees as he wraps his arms tightly around your legs. “You can’t— please. I’m sorry, please don’t leave me. You’re a-all I have. I love you, I love you so much—“ He begged, tears flooding his cheeks as his grip on your legs got impossibly tighter.

“Please don’t leave me. If Violet’s the problem I can get rid of her! Her family too— I can get rid of anyone or anything that’s the problem, okay? If I’m problem I can leave you alone! You’ll never see me again— please, I promise, i p—“

“Go away, Tate.” You say softly, wiping your eyes before any tears could start. He stops, eyes widening as he looks up at you in tears. “NO! What? No! Please!”

You look away, not having the strength to look at him. “Go away.”

And he listened.

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whoreofdilfs · 6 months

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO EVERYONE ESPECIALLY TO TATE LANGDON (EVAN PETERS)

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spookievan · 1 year

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t.langdon ; high school sweethearts.

opposites attract, studious y/n x tate! (headcanons)

doesn't really pay attention in class but on the days that you're absent he makes sure to take notes just to give them to you

possessive of you, you're only allowed to help him with schoolwork and no one else (he makes sure of it)

he lies and asks you to come over to 'help him with homework' but then distract you the whole afternoon which leads to you scolding him and you guys having to stay up late doing homework

he likes sneaking out to go sleep to your place cause "it's not his fault he sleeps better when you hold him"

he'll let you do skincare on him and complain the whole time but secretly adores it

he cannot stay up in class so you'll have you write him signs of answers to questions teachers ask him

he cries a lot when you're alone together, he tells you about his family and mental health issues, eventually falling asleep mid vent cause crying exhaust him

when he gets mad he refuses to get near you in fear of acting up on accident and scaring you away

^^ but then he comes by and apologizes using sticky notes cause he's too ashamed to look at you :(

he LOVES to stare at you while you study

"what?" you stare at the boy with a confused smile watching him blink and fix his posture before flashing a smile of his own "nothing you're just really pretty when you're focused" he whispers, "oh shush langdon" you mumble embarrassed before kissing his cheek and going back to your books leaving the boy flustered <3

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fbfh · 2 years

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I've seen some people say in dating headcanons and stuff that Tate would kill you so you could stay in the house with him forever and I ADAMANTLY disagree. Tate loves you selflessly even when it hurts. He doesn't want you to die in the house, frankly he doesn't want you to die ever. He will do whatever it takes to protect you, to keep you safe and happy and thriving because the last thing he wants, the worst case scenario, even worse than you never wanting to see him again would be you getting trapped in this god forsaken house forever. Because sure, he would get to be with you, but that's about him, not you. He doesn't want you to suffer here like he has, he wants you to be free and happy, even if it means never seeing you again, because he cares about your feelings more than his. He wishes more than anything that he could grow old with you, wishes you could move in together somewhere other than here, wishes you could have a baby together if you wanted to. The practical best case scenario is getting to be by your side as long as you'll have him. Even if you stop loving him the way he loves you, even if you get older and find some age appropriate normal person to marry and have a baby and grow old with (and believe me he will keep that motherfucker in line for you) he still wants to be there. He still wants you to hold him and play cards with him and be right by your side for as long as possible. Even if he can't be your boyfriend, even if it breaks his heart into a million pieces every day watching someone else have what he can't, he'll still do it. Because he loves you, and he wants you to have a happy, normal life. He just wants to be there with you for it.

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aghostofmyformerself · 8 months

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real

made by me

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babygorewhore · 10 months

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“Please, mommy? Just a little bit?” Sub! Tate Langdon smut.

Y’all are getting spoiled today!!! But I seriously appreciate you all loving my work. I so appreciate it! Warnings! Sub! Tate! Mommy Kink! Praise! Oral! Fem receiving. PnV! Riding! Humping.

Tate kisses you deeply as he pulled the book from your heads, he straddled your leg with either of his as he started rubbing his cock on your thigh. “Mmm.” He whimpered as he gave himself friction. His fingers were circling your clit, fingers diving in and out of your pussy. You were breathing rapidly as the pleasure grew.

“Mommy, let me taste you. Please mommy? Just a little bit? I promise I’ll be so good.” He pleads with you, already fumbling with your pants.

“You’re such a good boy.” You moaned as he yanked your pants and underwear down. The room as dark but you could see him rush to your pussy. He licked your clit, slowly and savoring the taste. You jolted as he pressed his tongue inside, swirling it around your walls.

“You taste so good.” He moaned against you and your hips rocked against his face. His hands cupped the back of your legs, encouraging you to move as he rubbed himself along the edge of the bed, desperate for relief as he continued eating at your pussy. He started at the top and then the bottom, before starting all over again.

“Tate-come here.” He stopped immediately and hovered over you, his lips glistening with your slick as his dark eyes searched yours for any signs of disapproval.

You gently moved him on his back, “You did so good, baby boy…I’m going to ride you okay? Can you be a good boy for me?” He nodded quickly, eager to please you.

“Yes, mommy. Please sit on it. I want to feel you so badly.” You pulled his jeans and boxers down, his thick cock spilling with precum as you situated yourself ontop of his dick.

You sank down slowly, mewling at the feel of him inside you as your hands settled on his shoulders. Tate moved his head back before leaning forward to kiss your neck. “Fuck, I want you so bad, mommy. It feels so good.” You started moving up and down, your clit brushing the base and you shuddered.

“Are you going to keep being a good boy?” Your hands squeezed his shoulders before settling on his chest as you rode him harder. His breath quickened as he ground his hips up into you with soft thrusts.

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum. Please?” He begged and you nodded, kissing his mouth, meeting his tongue. He moaned louder as you sucked on his lower lip. You couldn’t get enough of his pretty sounds.

“Cum, baby. Cum for mommy. I’m so proud of you.” He groaned as his released pooled inside you with a thick creaminess and you weren’t far behind.

The pleasure exploded as you moved faster, chasing your climax as you both panted as your bodies were still connected. As you finished, you slowly moved off off him. Laying on your back on the bed as he crawled over you, laying his head on your breasts. Your hands found his hair and you gently brushed it.

“Thank you, mommy.” He whispered and you kissed his head.

“Goodnight, baby boy.”

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thatswhatthepoetssay · 10 months

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One Way Ticket

Tate Langdon x Reader | Angst |

Summary: Seven months worth of empty promises. Seven months of waiting for things to change yet somehow they always stay the same. Trying to change the outcome of an already released film, is just as pointless as trying to leave the Murder House.

Word Count: 865

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Ten months ago, YN moved in into the famous house of horrors in Los Angeles, California.

Nine months ago, a strange yet compelling boy next door introduced himself to her as Tate Langdon, one of her neighbors from down the street.

Eight months ago, the pair shared their very first kiss.

Seven months ago, Tate had asked YN to be his girlfriend, to which she of course agreed.

At first everything was absolutely perfect, Tate would come over every day and since YN has been busy with finishing her last year of high school online, it was the ideal plan. She wouldn’t have to leave her house and could focus on her studies, and Tate could enjoy his “nature walks”, as he called them.

The two teens enjoyed spending time together and could confide in one another about different troubles.

However as summer approached, the honeymoon phase of their relationship seemed to end. They started getting into more and more fights, which would almost always end up in Tate begging for forgiveness.

At first the fights were about small things that piled up, but as time passed their problems only grew.

After finishing school, YN wanted to get out of the house more, maybe even book a trip for the summer. Tate however wanted nothing to do with those plans. He was set on sticking to their regular routine and would always insist on putting off her plans for different times.

One day after suggesting yet another fun summer activity and getting turned down yet again, the poor girl has had enough.

“Alright you know what.” Tate gave her a look but continued looking through her cd collection.

“Why do you always insist on always staying at my house? I there like a warrant for your arrest that I don’t know about?” She scoffed.

Tate simply mumbled something about privacy turned to look out the window. He knew he couldn’t tell her, she would think he was absolutely crazy and would kick him out. He was genuinely surprised that none of the other spirits showed themselves to her yet.

After deciding that silence wasn’t a good enough response, YN let out a sigh and moved towards the door.

“You need to go. Now.” At that Tate turned back to her, his eyes widened at her words. For six months of their relationship they hadn’t fought once. However after summer started they seemed to fight quite often.

“Wha-what? Please YN don’t.” He pleaded.

“No Tate, I’ve had enough. You’re always so secretive, you never wanna do anything outside my house. Speaking of, i’ve never even been to yours!” She exclaimed as her cheeks began to heat up from anger.

“I’ve tried to be understanding, I really did. But I can’t keep doing this anymore. Leave and don’t come back Tate.”

He couldn’t help but just stand there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. Tate knew he couldn’t just walk out because she would watch him leave. She would see how as soon as his foot steps over the property line he disappears.

“Fine since you wanna be difficult, i’ll leave. But you better be gone by the time I come back.” She stated as her pointed finger poked his chest.

Quickly YN grabbed her purse and phone making her way into the hallway. She carefully went down the stairs and reached for the door handle.

As the front door opened she felt a punch to the gut and let out a yelp as she fell to the floor. At first she thought she was getting robbed, but the attacker seemed to only be interested in her.

She received a few more punches to her abdomen, then a women’s face came into view. She had a blonde updo and strangely familiar facial features.

“Stay still dear, shouldn’t be long now.” The woman whispered as she gently whipped the tears off of YN’s face.

Before YN could comprehend what had happened the woman left. That’s when the girl moved her hands towards her stomach. As her fingers touched the fabric of her shirt, she realized it was soaked with unknown liquid.

At first she thought that maybe she had spilled something. However, as YN raised her hand to inspect the unfamiliar liquid, she quickly realized it was none other than blood.

Panic started to overtake YN as she figured out she was stabbed by the blonde. Her eyes darted across the foyer in an attempt to find her phone and call for help.

As she lay on the floor, unable to get up or even move, a few stray tears escaped her eyes.

She had only recently graduated, her life was only beginning. She should have gotten to live it to the fullest and enjoy all the joys of it. Instead she was robbed of that. YN would never graduate college, travel the world, or marry the love of her life.

While her mind was racing with thousands of thoughts, her eyelids slowly became heavier. Her breath became labored and her whole body continued to shiver.

After a few more minutes of agony, YN became yet another victim of the Murder House.

Another soul added to the collection.

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Ps: Hi guys! I know i’ve kinda disappeared for a while but im back. I would really like to start writing more so here I am. Requests are open so please feel free to send them! <3

Kisses and hugs, Anna

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ghostgirldotcom · 1 year

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chamber of reflection

pairing: fem!reader x tate langdon

warning: angsty as shit lol

a/n: i dont even know what the fuck im writing tbh this isnt even that good theres like barely any dialogue im jus writing shit for poetic purposes teehee ;) but heyhey chamber of reflection is the title because im listening to mac demarco while writing this lil shit (mac demarco listeners rise up bitches)

You gazed upon Tate's milky pale skin dazzling in the pale moonlight as his blonde locks settle against your thighs, a hopeless expression written on his face as he wraps his arms around your torso, nuzzling his body up against yours.

You traced your fingers across each one of his deeply cut crevasses littering the artwork of his face.

You thought deeply of what was going on in his mind. How could one so loving and soft he turns for you turn out to be a deranged psycho?You couldn't believe it.

Whatever anyone thought of you and Tate's relationship was all a sick little lie.

A tear slowly dripped from your face, soft sniffles coming out of your mouth as you continue to stare at Tate.

Tate looks up at you, his body now propped up against you, his arm around your shoulder as you lean your head against your shoulder as your small tears transform into large sobs.

Tate didn't say anything. He knew how instead of words you preferred to be comforted by physical touch.

You felt like an idiot, finding comfort in a dangerous boy who is labelled a monster.

But this Tate was different. He was like a soft, cuddly teddy bear.

You buried your face into his chest, as he planted soft kisses on your head.

I'm a fucking idiot, but I'm in love.

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iheartyouyou · 1 year

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Kill Bill 2 | Tate Langdon

Summary: Part two of Kill Bill.

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death & suic*de, not proofread and probably more (sorry!)

Author’s Note: Hi! Thank you for all the feedback and love on the first part. I really had no idea where to go with the ending, but hopefully I did it some justice. Anyway, requests are open so send them in <3

Part 1: here

”We’ve looked everywhere, we’ve been digging for hours—“ Chad starts, dropping the shovel he was using.

“No! We need to keep looking, what about over there?” You ask, pointing to a random spot that looked somewhat untouched.

You guys have spent the last few hours digging for your bones. It was your only way out, and you were desperate.

You hear Patrick and Chad whisper something towards each other, before heading towards the door. “We’re tired, we’re gonna go to bed. Maybe you should too, we can look tomorrow?” They ask, entering the house before you could even respond.

Feeling tears welling up in your eyes, you throw your shovel on the ground. Your legs gave out, sending you to the ground as you sob.

The entire backyard looked like a 7 year old went digging for fossils.

Tate said he buried your body in the backyard after you told him you didn’t want it in the house. You couldn’t stand looking at your body— let alone be in the same house with it. Tate suggested that he could bury it.

After having a meltdown for a few minutes, you eventually went back inside and down to the basement, knocking out cold.

You had a dream that night that the next morning you found your bones, or whatever was left of your body and had your happily ever after.

You bury your face into your knees, clenching your eyes as you tried to block out the nonstop bickering of Chad and Patrick.

When you woke up, which was around the afternoon, you went straight to the backyard to finish your mission.

A few hours later, you were covered in even more dirt than the night before, two other frustrated ghosts, and shattered hope.

You sat on the ground, next to the gazebo. Knees pressed against your chest with your arms around them.

“Y/N— I don’t know what your psycho ex told you, but your body’s not out here.” Patrick spoke, annoyingly shushing Chad who tried to speak after him.

“W-what about the front yard? We can check there right?” You ask, lifting your head.

They both share that all too familiar knowing look with each other, giving you looks of sympathy.

You throw your head back, ready to bang the back of your head against the gazebo, but you stop, noticing the same figure who once promised you that your body was six feet under in the backyard in one of the windows of the mansion.

“We need t—“ Chad starts.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay.” You cut him off, quickly getting up. You rush past them, running inside.

Running up the stairs, you head to the room you saw Tate in. You look around for him, moving to the window to look outside.

You cringed, seeing how messy the backyard looked from up here.

“Tate?” You spoke, staring at Chad and Patrick’s figures. They looked so small from where you were. You watched as they picked up your shovel, moving it to the side as they begun to throw the pile of dirt back where it was before you went hunting for your body.

You heard a few steps, causing you to turn around. There was Tate, a frown etched onto his lips and a sad look in his eyes.

“Hi.” You started, coughing awkwardly. “You— you said you buried my body, where is it exactly?”

“It’s in the backyard, I told you that.” He spoke, scratching the back of his neck.

You sighed. “I checked the whole entire backyard! You should already know since I saw you in the window.”

“It’s back there.”

“Tate, it’s not. Where’s my body?”

He took a second to respond, shutting his eyes quickly. “I don’t remember…”

“How do you not remember?! It’s my body!” You shrieked, tugging on the roots of your hair. You turn back to the window, looking around the backyard.

“I don’t remember.”

“Did you move it? Jesus, I shouldn’t have told you about this- god damnit!” You cried, turning to look back at him. “Of course you would do this, you’re insane! You can’t let me be happy, huh? I hate y—“

“It’s in the front.” He blurts out, hastily rubbing his watery eyes. He really hopes you didn’t mean the last part.

“What?“

You run down the stairs, bursting through the front door. Tate close behind you as you heard his sniffles.

“Where? Where?” You ask, searching the yard. You stop, turning back to him. You see him hesitate for a moment before pointing to a small patch of flowers.

You pick up the garden trowel that was lying near it, digging into the flowers.

“Wait! Wait— stop!” Tate shouts, lightly shoving you away from the flowers. He frowns at you, tears welling up in his eyes at the now dead flowers that you killed.

Your face contorts in confusion, watching as he snatches the trowel from you. He tries to fix the mess you made.

“I don’t have time for these stupid flowers- I’m gonna go get the shovel.” You sigh out exasperatedly, ignoring the way he flinches at your words.

“You are the flowers.” He mumbles, patting the soil that was around the flowers. He watches as one falls sadly.

“Can you stop lying? Just tell me where my body is! Is it still inside? I swear, I’ll tear this ho—“

“No, I mixed some of your ashes with the soil so you grew into flowers. I mixed the rest with the soil in the backyard, but you killed those too…” He hiccups, wiping his eyes.

Your face falls. “Ashes?”

“I got you cremated Y/N!” He shouts, his eyes shooting to yours. His eyes and nose were slightly red, his cheeks a shade of pink.

“Why…” You stare at the flowers you just dug up, thinking back to last night how you dug up the other flowers as well. “Why’d you do that?”

He takes a moment to respond, sadly staring at the dead flowers. “Cause’ I love you.”

You stare at the side of his face, watching the tears flow freely down his face. You start crying too, you don’t even know why. Maybe because he was crying. Maybe because you basically just killed yourself, again. Maybe because of the sweet gesture. Maybe because he broke up with you. Maybe because he replaced you easily. Maybe because there was now no way of getting out. Maybe you were crying about everything.

You wipe your wet cheeks, rubbing your eyes to hopefully stop the tears. “You don’t love me. You don’t hurt someone you love.”

“I do.” He insists, ripping the dead flowers out of the soil. One flower remained, still alive and smaller than the others. He gives you the flowers, “Maybe you can plant them in a graveyard next to a grave. Your mom’s or something, maybe that’ll work.”

Your heart wrenches at his words. You shake your head, “I’ll put them in a vase. Next to my bed.”

He nods his head looking away.

“Tate?” You ask quietly, looking down at your lap.

“Yeah?”

“Can you give me some closure at least? Maybe that can help me get over you and make the rest of time easier. Can you do that?” You ask, not even mad anymore.

“G-get over me?” He chokes out.

“I can’t be heartbroken for the rest of eternity.” You mumble out. “Can you just tell me why you broke up with me?”

He swallows down the lump in his throat. “I didn’t want to.”

“Yet you still did it.” You snapped, looking up at him.

“I know.. I jus— you don’t deserve to be here. You should be out there, in college and with one of those smart frat boyfriends. I’m a bad guy. You know what I did, and you still stayed. I’m just gonna disappoint you. So, I t-thought maybe distancing myself you would break up with me. But you didn’t. I broke up with you. Then Violet came along and I thought maybe I could distract myself. She’s leaving soon anyways. I should’ve just buried your body— no, i should’ve just let you leave. You wouldn’t be dead. And I love you so much, I’m gonna leave you alone. I’ll find a way to get you out of here, I promise.” He speaks, nodding his head to himself. “I’ll get you out.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

He did all this, for you. He was trying to protect you, but instead he ended up hurting you. As much as you wanted to hate him, scream in his face and tell him to get lost, you just couldn’t. You knew he had good intentions, he just never thought them through.

“This house, the people in it, they aren’t good. You need to stay away from that ga— Chad and Patrick, they aren’t as good or nice as you think they ar-“

Before you could even stop yourself, you grab his arm, moving it so you could hug him from his side. He freezes, breathe hitching. “Wha-“

“Thank you.”

“Y/N-“

“I only wanted to leave because I couldn’t stand seeing you so happy with Violet. It was breaking me. You left me so confused and hurt, I-I thought I was the problem. I was gonna leave for you.” You laugh softly, feeling his rigid body soften.

“You’re never the problem. I am.”

“No you’re not. This house is the problem, but together we’ll get through it. Okay?”

“Together?”

“Yeah, together.” You mumble, letting go of him. He looks at you, eyebrows furrowed. “No, Y/N, you don’t understand. You need to stay away from me-“

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes. You do!” He insists, frowning.

“I think I can make that decision for myself.”

“You’re making the wrong decision.” He says.

“Probably.” You say grabbing one of his hands. He lets you, watching as you intertwine your guys’ hands together. “But if I think it was the wrong decision I wouldn’t be here still, I love you too… and I’m willing to give this another go… that’s if you are too.” You announce sadly, looking up at him. He shies away from your stare, thinking.

“But I left you? I promised I wouldn’t and I did anyway, you should hate me.”

“I could never.”

“B-but… I didn’t bury your body! A-and I slept with Vio—“

“I don’t care. Well, about the Violet part yeah but I’ll get it over it.” You say, frowning at the thought of Violet and him.

“But what about all the bad stuff I have done? Like those students? The…” He rambled on about all the bad stuff he had done, even mentioning the pack of gum he stole from a gas station when he was 10. But it wasn’t enough to convince you that he was dangerous. He’s changed.

“Can you stop trying to get me to change my mind and kiss me?” You ask, tugging on his hand.

“Okay. You sure?” He asks.

“Yes.”

“Positive?”

You roll your eyes, “Yes.”

He lets out a shaky breathe, pulling you closer as he closed the distance. It felt right, your heart mending back together. He deepens the kiss, pulling you to straddle his lap.

You pull away after a few seconds, Tate already chasing your lips with his. You smile, softly pushing him away as his hands found property on your waist.

Grabbing the flowers from the ground, you show them to him. “Let’s go put these in a vase?”

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Frat boy Kyle Spencer x fem!reader

tags: slight angst, fluffy smut!

warnings: swearing, public sex, mentions of Kyle's abuse (poor baby), handjob, p in v.

summary: frat boy kyle being a sweetheart. that's all i have to say.

character count: 11k.

full fic under the cut ↓

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“I'm not going.” You replied, your voice firm and your eyes fixated on the math book that sat on the library's desk, trying to avoid the gaze-that you knew you couldn't resist-of the boy sitting in front of you. You heard him sigh as his doe eyes desperately tried to meet yours.

“But everyone is going…you can't miss it.” Kyle replied with his soft voice.

“I've never gone to any of those parties…why do you want me to go to this one so badly?” You spoke, with a noticeable hint of frustration in your voice.

“Because it's the end of the semester…something to celebrate. Plus, it's gonna be epic.” He said with a toothy smile plastered on his face.

“No, thanks. You know I don't roll with those frat boys.” You rolled your eyes, your words coming out harsh and spiteful.

“I'm a frat boy.” He said, raising an eyebrow, clearly confused by your statement.

“Yea- but you're…different.” You sighed.

It was true. He was indeed different from the frat boys he was friends with. You and Kyle met in Junior year of high school. You were paired up by your physics teacher, who suggested you could tutor Kyle, that at the time had terrible grades. You two clicked instantly, he was fun and outgoing, and you enjoyed spending time with him. Kyle had grown to be incredibly thankful for your help, in fact, he insisted that you were the one who made him passionate about physics, the subject that he used to despise and that now was his main department in college. Although he could seem like the usual asshole frat boy, Kyle was sweet and caring. You knew it, and no one could’ve made you change your mind on that. He was simply a sweetheart.

“Listen, I know my mates may seem rude or not well-behaved…but trust me, as a leader, I established some rules for them. They won’t act crazy, I promise.” His kind voice brought you back from your thoughts. You sighed, thinking about it.

“Brennan’s hosting the party in his summer mansion…it’s next to the beach- it’s so cool, I swear. I-I’ll take you there! I can pick you up and take you home…” He added, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Please?” He said in an adorable voice, his puppy eyes looking hopeful into yours.

You sighed, you didn’t wanna go, but it was utterly impossible to say no to him.

“Fine.”

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You were touching up your makeup. You were ready for the “big night” Kyle was so excited about. You decided to wear something a bit more revealing, a black minidress, because-okay, you didn’t wanna go- but you couldn’t be annoyed and unfashionable all at once.

While taking a final look in the mirror, you heard a knock on your door. You grabbed your bag and opened the door to see Kyle-in his usual frat sweater-smiling at you. He looked at you up and down, scaring you slightly. What if he didn’t like the dress or how it looked on you?

Fortunately, all your concerns faded once you saw his smile widening.

“Woah…you look beautiful. Seriously…you’re stunning.” He said, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, he wasn’t used to seeing you like this.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliments.

“Thank you…” You gave him an awkward smile and bit your lip.

“Shall we get going?” You suggested, to which he nodded. He took your hand and helped you step down the porch. Kyle led you to his car, and opened the door for you with a cute grin.

The ride was calm, you chit-chatted here and there about random stuff, and you swore you saw him staring at your body a few times. After 15 minutes or so, you eventually arrived at the party. Kyle was right, the mansion was beautiful and it faced the sea. You could see lights and music blasting out of the house. He gave you an excited grin and helped you out of the car, walking with you inside the house. It was overflowing with people laughing, playing games and having fun. As much as it seems hard to believe, you didn’t know anyone of those many people. They had familiar faces, sure, but you couldn’t consider them your actual friends. You sighed and nervously looked at Kyle who, on the other side, was flashing smiles to all his fellow frat brothers and friends. You noticed how comfortable he was in his habitat, and how you envied him for that. He introduced you to many people-whom you couldn’t even remember the names of-that obviously didn’t care much about getting to know you, since they even could’ve sworn you did not go to that college. You were invisible even when the attention was on you, and Kyle clearly didn’t catch that. So when he was dragged by his mates to some kind of game, he told you with a chuckle and a rushed tone

“I-I’ll be right back! Chat with the girls, they’re fun!”

Fun. Right. You didn't mean to sound like an antisocial bitch, but they were everything but fun. You saw them from afar just taking pictures of each other-to show on Instagram how much fun they were pretending to have having-or teasing each other about their crushes. You felt bored, so you sat on a chair, sipping a cup of-what you hoped was-punch and waited for Kyle. Time passed, and he didn’t show up, so you got up and started searching for him. It didn’t take you much to find him. Kyle was on the karaoke stage, singing “Rosanna” by Toto.

“Meetcha all the way! Nananaaaaah…” He “singed” while laughing with his mates.

You were conflicted on what to do now. You didn’t want to be a bummer by clinging to him all night, but you were truly bored and felt lonely. So, you did what you believed was best for everyone, you grabbed your stuff and left. The moment you stepped outside, you were met by an unfamiliar feeling of peace, the view surprising you for its beauty and for being so…empty. It was quiet, the only sound that could be heard were the waves splashing against the sand, no people around. You smiled and made your way to the pier nearby. You sat on it and took your shoes off, allowing your feet to sink in the water.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you were brought back to reality when you felt Kyle's voice behind you.

“Here you are! I searched for you everywhere!” He was breathing fast, you believed he had been running while seeking for you.

“I thought I left you a message?” You tilted your head.

“Oh… Sorry. I can’t find my phone. Why are you all alone here? The whole fun is inside!” He replied with a giant boyish smile.

“I like it better here. It’s boring inside.” You turned your face to look at the sea again.

“What? How can you call it boring? There are plenty of games! And people inside-” you cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“Kyle, I hate to break it to you, but I’m not popular like you. The people inside couldn’t care less about me. I feel less lonely here than in that crowded house.”

He looked at you confused.

“Aw, c’mon…don’t be like this. They’re nice people, you just have to make an effort to try to meet them, and I’m sure you’ll have fun.” You didn’t know why those words started a fire in you.

“They’re not my friends, Kyle. I can’t stand those people, I don’t get along with them. And trust me, I’ve tried to be social and friendly, but you may have to consider the idea that not everyone is like you. You’re easygoing and social, you're a freaking frat boy for fuck’s sake. It’s easy for you to say those things.”

He looked at you, mouth agape at your sudden outburst.

“…why didn’t you just tell me?” He looked at you like a sad puppy for bringing you somewhere that made you uncomfortable.

“And be more of a bummer? No, thanks. They already hate me, I don't wanna be a party pooper as well.” You crossed your arms.

He sat next to you on the pier and his fingers gently grazed your jaw to make you look at him.

“You’re not a bummer to me…a-and I’m sorry about that… I shouldn’t have left you alone. Sorry.”

You wanted to be mad at him, truly, but those cute brown eyes melted your heart in every way possible. You bit your lip as you admired him lovingly. He was so caring and sweet, how did you manage to get this lucky?

“I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable, I- that’s the last thing I’d ever want. You know I care about you… I can’t stand you being mad at me. Please, forgive me?”

You felt your heart tighten at those words. You gave him a slight nod as your eyes travelled down his lips. You wanted to kiss him so badly, and he probably caught onto that, since he slowly leaned in to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. He pulled away slightly, mumbling against your lips.

“Was that okay?” You nodded, and he leaned in again, kissing you once more. This time he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slip in your mouth and softly swirling it around yours. You let out a breath at how right that felt and how sweet he was being. You pulled him slightly closer and moved your hand to rest on his neck and caress the skin of it. After a bit, you moved your lips to peck his jaw a few times before trailing them down on his neck. Your lips worked sweetly on his skin at first, earning a few sighs from him. As the tension grew, you started sucking his neck, leaving red marks. He groaned and grabbed your waist, you subtly moved your hand down to massage the bulge from his pants. He let out a tiny gasp, and you felt him stiffen, not in a good way. You looked up at him with a confused expression.

“I-I’m sorry…please keep going…” He said with a nervous smile.

“What’s wrong? Did you not like that? It’s okay if you don’t want to…” You gave him a comprehensive look.

“No! I like that… I swear. Just…bad memories.”

“Do you wanna talk about it…?”

“No, I just wanna feel good now.”

You nodded and gave him a gentle peck on his lips before gently undoing his zipper. You ran your fingers over the visible shape of his dick through his underwear, earning a groan from him. You looked at him for consent before gently pulling his boxers down. You blushed as you saw him so vulnerable for the first time. Your fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him slowly. He let out a breathy moan.

“G-god…don’t stop…”

You smiled and started progressively speeding up. After a few minutes, you heard his moans grow louder, and you felt his strong hand gripping your wrist.

“I…wanna do it. Is that okay?”

You nodded, and he sat up to gently remove your dress and everything underneath. He was stunned by your body, staring at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He helped you lay down, with a massive gentleness, as if you were capable of breaking if handled too roughly. He hovered on top of you, caressing your face as he lined up your entrance with his dick.

“This okay?” He muttered under his breath, to which you answered with a nod. He gently pushed into you, allowing you to adjust to the new feeling. He groaned when he pushed himself all the way in. He held your hand sweetly.

“Can I start moving?”

“Mhm…”

He slowly started thrusting in you, earning moans from you both. He gripped your hand tighter as he felt how your walls clenched around him. When he felt like you were ready, he started going faster, gripping your hand tightly and kissing you repeatedly through the whole thing. You could've sworn you were seeing stars when he started hitting your G-spot with his tip. Soon enough, your moans got louder and you felt yourself coming on his dick. He tried his best to contain his moans and as soon as you finished he pulled out to come on your tummy. He collapsed onto you, pecking your face repeatedly.

“I love you…” He mumbled.

After some time had passed, he got up and cleaned you with the salty water, giggling like a teen boy receiving his first kiss. When he helped you gain your-and his-decency again, he got up, throwing an arm around you and walking happily towards his car.

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a/n: I love Kyle he's so babygirllll. also look at the cute picture i found on pinterest (the one under the title) that boy looks so much like kyle. got me screaming when I saw it. Anywaysssssss. I might post a part 2 of this with frankenkyle, but I gotta finish Peter fics first (spoiler). Let me know if you like it💕💕

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