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Life has been crazy so I apologize for not writing in so long. Without further due; a Tate Langdon imagine😍😘
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It was my first day in the new house. The so called "murder house" that my horror freak of a mother just had to move in to. "Cheer up [y/n]! It's so beautiful and big! And we get our very own maid too! Now your dad and I don't have to pester you about cleaning your room huh?" She attempted to joke and I just smiled. It wasn't worth complaining or arguing about all the reasons I didn't want to be here.
My room was the 2nd biggest in the house after the master bedroom which my parents chose for themselves. I planned on painting the walls a nice purple color with lime green trimmings at some point. Anything with color to brighten up the darkness. Don't get me wrong, I love the dark and all things strange, but there was something off about this house. Really off.
I made my bed and pulled out my old stuffed teddy bear from one of the moving boxes. I have to admit, after reading all the stories about the things that have happened in this house, I needed a little comfort. I turned up my music and tried to drift off to sleep when I heard someone's voice.
"[y/n]. Wake up. I know you're not asleep." I shot up like a cannon and saw a boy about my age sitting at the foot of my bed. "What the fuck? Who are you?" I asked covering myself up with my blanket. "I'm Tate. I'm dead. Wanna hook up?" He asked with a heart melting smile. "Is this a joke?" I asked beginning to get frightened. "No. I'm really here. And I'm also really dead. I felt like in order for our relationship to blossom I should just be honest from the beginning." He smiled again, not phased by how much he sounded like a psychopath.
"What relationship?" I asked. "You're gorgeous [y/n]. And I already looked through your Vinyl, you have great taste in music. We're gonna get along great. And I'll always be here for you. Always." He said moving closer to me. I began to feel less nervous, like I could trust this strange boy who just told me he was dead. "Well, thanks?" I said as more of a question than and apology. "Your wel-" he was cut off by the sound of popping and two little boys with blood and claw marks down their faces running around my room. "You're going to die in here" they chanted throwing the poppers on the floor. I began to shriek and shake with fear. Tate pulled me into a hug and kept his arms tightly around me. "Go away! GO AWAY!" He shouted, and within seconds the two boys disappeared. I began to tear up. "Am I going crazy?" I asked softly. He wiped my tears with his finger. "Not at all. You're seeing things as they are. And if anything tries to scare you just say "go away" and they'll leave you alone. I promise" he said holding me still. I felt safe in his arms, I felt.. Loved.
"I'm sorry I frightened you [y/n], I just couldn't wait until the morning to talk to you and see your beautiful face." He said standing up and beginning to walk towards the door. "Wait! Tate? I know this is weird and creepy And dumb since I don't know you, and I'm 99% sure I believe that you really are dead, but could you maybe... Could you maybe stay in my room with me tonight?" I asked in a soft tone of voice. A huge smirk spread across his face as he walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Nothing would make me happier" he said crawling in to my bed next to me. He kept me warm, safe, and loved and cuddled me all night. And for the first time in forever, I felt like I was at home.
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