On the eve of finishing Senior Year, Stiles Stilinski commits suicide, leaving his loved ones in limbo, none of them sure why he did what he did or are they?One day, Malia Tate comes home from school to find a box of tapes on her front door step, messages from Stiles, her first love and she is listed as one of the reasons behind his suicide. Based on Netflix original ‘13 Reasons Why’
Thank you to the anon who suggested the idea and @mieczyslawstilestate & @celestallison for helping me form some of my ideas and read parts, especially the dark parts, you are both blessing to this world.
Requests: “I’m actually not into fluff (give me all the smut), but you write some about Tate drawing reader (or the other way around)? I think of him, even though he is popular for his music taste, more as a painter than musician. Love your writings xoxo” - Anon
“Can you do a kinky Tate imagine ;)” - Anon
“Can you do a post-death Tate Langdon smut please? I love your imagines btw! 😊” - Anon
“girl reader smuts pls. idrc who with:)” - Anon
“Hey! Love your blog by the way! Do you think you can do another Tate Langdon smut fic? I would love that 💕💕” - @gabygarcia5
Warnings: SIN, NOT PROOFREAD (at all), SMUT, FEM!READER, not proofread, blowjob, swallowing cum, spanking, dirty talk, rough sex, slight daddy kink, begging kink, unprotected sex (again), sorta OOC Tate, Reader is aware Tate is dead, tbh probably more
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: I’m going to hell. It’s fine, though, because you’re all going to be there with me.
(This gets weird towards the end, I know. I stayed up until like 5am last night to finish this so I could post it today. Don’t judge me. This whole thing is just a mess though tbh. & it’s not proofread like I barely read the damn thing when I wrote it, so let me know about any errors.)
summary ; in which no one else seems to notice that y/n’s been struggling immensely since the demise of theo raeken, except liam. and so, liam can’t help but go against the rest of the pack to make you happy once more. 
warnings ; death (kind of), sadness, angst, season 6a spoilers
You remember running as fast as you possibly could down those dark tunnels; you remember your shoes slapping against the damp ground loudly as panicked breaths left your lips and tears stung your waterline, threatening to fall. You remember catching up with the rest of your so-called ‘pack’ as they all stood in a circle, determined looks etched into their faces.
You remember being too late.
You remember hearing Kira’s cold words. “The Skinwalkers have a message for you, Theo. Your sister wants to see you.“
You remember watching her wield her katana as you rushed past the others and stopped short in front of the angered kitsune. "No! Kira, please!” You remember shouting, your voice laced with desperation as Theo glanced your way, his eyes filled with unmistakable panic and fear.
“(Y/N)…” The whispered words escaped past his lips as he attempted to take a few steps toward you, the girl he loved, but came to a hesitant halt when Liam and Scott bared their teeth and growled at him from directly behind your shaking body.
You remember Scott grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back as you begged your friends not to do what you knew they were about to. The feeling of complete dread filled you when they continued to ignore your screams, the heavy tears rolling down your cheeks as you struggled to escape from the True Alpha’s grip. "Please! Don’t do this! Kira!“ You cried out, your heart pounding in your chest as alarm increasingly flared up inside of you.
“It’s for the best, (Y/N),” Scott’s voice rang through your ears as he held your fighting body tightly against himself.
“No! Please! I-I love him,” You rasped out, your cries dying down when you looked at your boyfriend. His wide eyes were glued to you, those three words had sprung the sudden feeling of regret for all he had done to put him in this final position onto him as it ran through his veins and he watched the tears fall from your beautiful eyes. If he hadn’t acted the way he did to the rest of the pack, he wouldn’t be about to lose you. But he couldn’t change that now, he reminded himself harshly.
You remember being too late.
Kira’s sword had already come into contact with the ground by the time you finished your confession, a harsh glare in her glowing eyes. The wet, paved stones cracking and rumbling under your feet. You remember the floor caving in, Theo’s sister crawling her way up from under the rubble, your breath hitching in your throat as you watched her with wide, frozen eyes snatch his legs with her hands, yanking him to the cold, hard ground.
“(Y/N)! Help me! Please!” His distraught voice echoed through your head and shook your body to the core.
“Theo!” You remember the sobs that racked through your body and the way that your chest heaved heavily as you tried so hard to get past Scott’s hold on you, as you tried so hard to save the only person who’s ever really loved you. You remember hearing his pleas and watching as his grip on the edge of the ground slipped, and he fell into the epitome of his own hell.
“No!” You remember the scream that erupted from you, your vision blurred with tears and your chest tight with the pain and the loss. Scott let go of you and you immediately scrambled to the giant, gaping hole in the stone, gasping breaths leaving your parted lips hysterically.
You remember being too late.
The ground swallowed him up just as quick and magically, it was whole again. No cracks, no rubble, no flaws. You remember feeling numb. Your wide eyes locked onto the ground as your knees gave way, leading you to land upon the cold concrete where the boy you loved had just been taken from you.
You had decided to split away from the pack when the sun rose the very next day. There was a hole, a darkness, a void, in your chest where something was missing, from where Theo was missing… That darkness hadn’t been picked up by light, not even months down the line. It hadn’t changed.
You hadn’t spoken to anyone; you had barely left the house. You rarely ate, your once glowing skin, now a sickly pale. Your parents were incredibly worried; they knew about the supernatural and the fact that your boyfriend was a creature of the night.
They knew that he had betrayed the pack a few times but they had regularly seen you and him cuddled close together in your room, his fingers softly running through your hair, your head gently rested on his chest and his arm wrapped tightly around your body as you both gazed at the tv, a comfortable silence filling the room; they knew that he would never hurt you. They knew how much Theo meant to you and vice versa.
Now, everything felt wrong.
You were convinced that none of the pack had noticed your absence at school, even though your leave was extremely abrupt. They all assumed that you were grieving and that you would need time and space to heal and so they left you alone.
Liam noticed more than anyone, however. Ever since he moved to Beacon Hills, there had been no one who was more welcoming and supportive of him than you and he would never forget that. You two had been good friends all throughout his time in that county and he hated not being able to see you but still knowing how heartbroken you were over the pack’s rash decisions.
So, he decided to do something about it. Getting in touch with the Celestial kitsune, Noshiko Yukimura, had been easy. But, convincing her to come back to Beacon Hills for the sole purpose of her delivering Kira’s katana to them had been slightly more difficult but doable after some pleads, nonetheless.
Back again, you thought begrudgingly. The underground tunnels seeming even darker and even damper than the last time you were here. The last time you were here.The last time you were here, you lost Theo.
You folded your arms across your body, shivering as the cool breeze of the evening flowed throughout the maze of tunnels. All the bad memories resurfacing against your will as you stood opposite Liam and Hayden, in the exact area in which you saw your boyfriend get dragged down to his personal hell.
“What are we doing here, Liam?” Your voice was small and quiet as you glanced around at your dank surroundings, tightening your grip on yourself as if you were attempting to comfort and shield yourself from the nightmares those tunnels bring.
Liam let out a steady huff of air, his eyes flickering to Hayden’s and then back to yours as he brought his hand out from behind his back. Your breath got caught in your throat and as you stared at the item he beheld. Kira’s sword. “W-what?” You stuttered out roughly, your heart hammering in your chest as you took a step closer to your friends.
“Use it,” His demand was soft and kind as he reached his arm out towards you. You let out an inevitable breath of chilled air before reaching out with shaky hands, grasping the grip of the sword in your fingers.
You looked up at Liam with teary eyes before throwing your free arm around his torso and bringing him into a long overdue hug. His arms went around your shoulders and you muttered out a quiet and muffled but appreciative, “Thank you. Thank you so much.” You pulled away and gave a grateful nod of your head Hayden’s way as the two of you barely knew each other; she returned it with a small, happy, smile written on her lips.
You turned away from the two, sighing shakily as you readily positioned the sword above the ground. Not even hesitating once as you lifted the katana up before swinging it back down onto the concrete with as much strength as you could muster.
The ground did as it did before, cracking and crumbling, giving away to create the same wide and immense hole. The stone explodes as a clawed hand shoots up and into the air; a gasp tumbled from your lips as you watched Theo painfully slowly clamber his way out of the rubble and onto safe ground.
“T-Theo?” Your voice seemed to get lost in the cool wind when your glistening eyes connected with his vibrant and glowing, golden ones. Low growls emitted past his sharp canines until his eyes locked onto your frozen body, and his breath gets caught. The gold in his iris’ slowly fading out until the soft hazel colour that you fell in love with is restored.
“(Y/N)…” He breathed out, his voice hoarse as he took a few steps towards you. Kira’s sword fell out of your grip and clattered onto the floor, the noise echoing and bouncing off the walls of the tunnels but you didn’t notice as your legs carry you as fast as they could back into his warm arms.
Tears that had been collecting on your waterline slowly made their trek down your rosy cheeks as his arms tightly wrap around your waist and his head settles in the crook of your neck. The sadness that had been sitting on your shoulders and weighing you down ever since he was taken away from you, dissipated into thin air and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief because of it.
Then, you felt his tears on the skin of your slightly exposed collarbone and heard the almost inaudible sound of his sniffles, so you hugged him tighter and ran your fingers through his messy, dark hair. “I-I love you too,” You could only just make out his hushed and muffled words through your elated cries of happiness but your heart swelled when they ring through your ears, like music.
“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.
“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.
“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.
You’re The Brightest Light I’ve Ever Seen Tate Langdon x Reader
Description: You move into the murder house after some unfortunate event occurred
Thought this might be interesting, but the reader has a power that if she touches another living person they die. Which has caused her to cut off everyone in fear of killing them. Till one day her parents allow her to live alone in the murder house to keep everyone safe from her. She ends up getting really close with Tate and instead of being the darkness, he becomes the ‘light’ in her world. Since he is all she has in her small world.
Author’s Note: I apologize so much for not being active! I promise to make it up to all 431 followers!!! Thank you so much! I love you guys XOXO
I was eight years old. I was so young and innocent to have this curse on my shoulders. I was playing on the playground with my two best friends. A big thunderstorm rolled in out of nowhere. We were jumping rope and writing with chalk on the sidewalk. It rained. It poured. I didn’t understand why it didn’t affect my friends. They were with me. They got soaked. The storm quickly passed over. We were kids, we didn’t run off when the rain came, we played in the rain instead. I walked over to my friends so that we could come up with our secret friendship handshake. It all happened so fast. They were on the ground. Their bodies lifeless. Then the sirens came. I watched as two men came and dragged their bodies off. I stood there speechless. The paramedic came over.
“Sweetheart, do you know what happened here?” He asked crouching down. I looked down not knowing how to answer. I looked up at him and told him what happened.
“I just touched them. It’s all my fault they’re gone.” I paused realizing what had happened, what I had done. “IT’S MY FAULT!” I screamed. The man tried to reach over to comfort me but I stopped him. “Don’t touch me. I’ll just hurt you.” I said crying.
“You didn’t kill them. You can’t hurt me. It’s all alri..” The man stopped. He died. He reached over and touched my shoulder. Another person I had killed. I needed to get away. A couple minutes later my mom and dad came. I was surrounded by police officers.
“Let us through, that’s our daughter.” My mom and dad said, “Sweetheart, it’s okay.” My mother reached over and hugged me. She was unaffected. She helped me up and took me to the car. I opened the backseat door and buckled myself in. My parents then got in. The car ride was silent. It was so silent you could hear a pin drop. A few minutes later we arrived home. I got out and ran to the unlocked door. I ran to my room, slamming the door.
“Sweetheart may we come in?” My mom said as she knocked. I didn’t answer but they came in anyways. “We have something to tell you (Y/N).” my mom said as she sat next to me on the bed.
“Is it answers on why I seem to kill everything I touch except for you guys? If so then continue.” I said.
“It is answers. (Y/N), you have powers. It is passed on to you from us. It doesn’t affect us because we have it as well. You get powers by a storm passing and raining on you. We tried to protect you because we didn’t want you to have this curse. I’m so sorry baby.” my mom said.
“That’s all I needed. Now get out. My friends are dead, I need some time to myself if you don’t mind.” I said.
“Of course. Take as much time as you need.” My dad said as they both left.
That is how I found out I had powers and an even more unsteady path down my life.
Ever since that day I have been home schooled. I am now sixteen and I have not left my property since that awful day. Mom thought that if I stayed away from people then maybe the curse would go away. I was going to test that theory. I had met a boy when I was twelve who newly moved in next door. We would play from our backyards. I will say that he has grown up quite nicely and he was taking me on a date to a movie theater. I was excited. He was coming to pick me up at six and it was four. I got up and went to take a shower. After the shower I got dressed and waited. A knock then soon came. I leaped off the couch and opened the door.
“Hi Jacob!” I said. He had blue eyes and brown hair. He was dressed in a blue dress shirt and black pants.
“Are you ready?” Jacob asked. I shook my head vigorously. He offered me his arm but I declined not wanting to hurt him. He opened the door to his truck letting me in first. It was a smooth drive to the movie theater. “Do you want anything? Soda? Popcorn? Candy?” He asked.
“I’m fine thank you.” He got what he wanted then handed our tickets to the man.
“How to Live Life, number seven on the left. Enjoy your movie.” The man said with a sarcastic voice.
“Jeez someone doesn’t like their job!” I said as we both laughed. We arrived at the doors and he opened the doors and let me chose where we were going to sit.
“I can’t wait to watch this movie! I heard it’s supposed to be really good!” Jacob said.
“Yeah same!” The lights soon dimmed and the movie began. I was keeping to myself keeping aware of where my hands were so I didn’t hurt him. The movie ended and he drove me home. He walked me to my front door.
“I had a really good time tonight.” Jacob said.
“I did too.” I said as I smiled. We stood there awkwardly for a minute just staring at each other. He leaned in and I didn’t stop him our lips collided and then all of a sudden he drops.
“JACOB?!” I scream as I back away. I banged on my door. My parents opened it and grabbed me and pulled me inside. “What do I do?” I ask.
“You go into your room (Y/N) and stay there.” my mom said as I rushed to my room.
It was too late Jacob died and it was my fault. That day was when I realized that this would never go away. My parents had a plan and that when I turned eighteen I would move to a house by myself called Murder House. It was perfect and I couldn’t wait until that day would come.
It was moving day and I couldn’t wait. I just wanted to get away from everyone so that I could no longer hurt them. It was a long drive to Murder House, but I didn’t mind. It was worth it in the end.
After an hour we arrived. I quickly got out of the moving truck and unlatched the back of the truck. I picked up the first five boxes I see. My mom comes out and laughs as she sees how eager I am to move in and be on my own.
“Careful sweetie. You don’t want to hurt yourself.” My mom says as she laughs. She grabs the top two boxes off the top and helps me.
I unlock the door and take in my surroundings. The house is so beautiful that I had to pinch myself to make sure it was real. I went upstairs and picked out my bedroom. I let out a sigh and breathed it all in. I went downstairs to finish unloading.
After four hours I was finally settled in and I had said goodbye to my parents. I went into the living room and sat down on the couch turning on the television. I just watched the first thing that was on and didn’t think much about it. A couple minutes after I just got comfortable, the doorbell rang. I groaned as I got up and went to the door. I opened it and was met with very dark brown eyes.
“Hi, I’m Tate Langdon, your neighbor. I saw you move in and figured I would say hello.” Tate said. He held out his hand and I just stared at it for a little bit.
“Sorry, I’m a huge germophobe. Anyways, I’m (Y/N),” I said as I smiled at him.
“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Tate said. I blushed furiously and looked down but then looked up with a smirk.
“I bet you say that to all the girls.” I say.
“Only on the special ones, and so far that has only been you,” He said as he looked at me and smiled.
“Anyways, it was nice meeting you.” I said as I was closing the door. Tate stopped it with his hand.
“Can I see you again?” He asked.
“Yeah, sure.” I said as he smiled.
“Well than I’ll see you tomorrow.” Tate said cheerfully. I smiled back and closed the door. I was absolutely blown away that this cute guy was talking to me. Then, I felt even worse because I could never have a real relationship with him. I shook off the sad feeling and decided to go to bed. I fell asleep thinking of Tate.
The Next Day
I woke up and took a shower. I went downstairs and looked in the fridge to see if I had anything to make for breakfast. I decided on making pancakes. I had just finishing making the pancakes and heard a knock at the door. I dropped everything and went to open it. I unlocked the door and opened it revealing Tate.
“Good morning! I smelled pancakes and decided to come over to see if you would be so kind and share them with me. Please?” He said with puppy dog eyes. I laughed and let him come in.
“Of course. How else am I going to make friends? The kitchen is down the hallway and to the left.” I said while I laughed.
“Gotcha. So shouldn’t you be like in school?” He asked. I came into the kitchen and placed some pancakes on his plate and then I sat next to him with my own plate filled with pancakes.
“Nope. I was home schooled throughout my life and so I didn’t go to college. What about you? Shouldn’t YOU be in school?” I asked while laughing.
“No I dropped out. Didn’t like school. I felt imprisoned so I had to get out.” Tate said. I nodded my head while we ate pancakes. “So why did you move here?”
“Things happened and I had to leave where I was.” I said while looking at my plate.
“Let me guess, ex boyfriend?” Tate said.
“Something like that.” I said as I smiled and looked down. I saw out of the corner of my eye Tate moving my hand to my cheek. “Don’t do that. I don’t want to hurt you.” I said as I moved myself out of hands reach.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Tate said. As he slowly retracted his hand looking embarrassed.
“It’s okay. I should tell you.” I took in a deep breath and told him my life story, right from the beginning, “So that is why I moved here. I apologize for not telling you the truth. It’s okay if you run away. Everyone does.” I say as I looked down and let out a soft chuckle.
“Well I guess we do have something in common. I haven’t been completely honest with you either. Please don’t laugh or run off. What I’m about to tell you is true. I’m dead. So it’s okay if you touch me. I’m a ghost so you can’t do much damage to me anyways.” Tate says.
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I said with tears. Tate started to slowly approach me.
“The thing is, I’m not.” He brought his hand up to my cheek and kissed me deeply. It had been my first kiss and it was amazing. I pulled away and looked into his eyes.
“So you weren’t kidding huh?” I said laughing with tears.
“No,” Tate said as he laughed. We kissed again and just stayed in each others arms for the rest of the day.
Two Years Later
“I love you Tate Langdon,” I said as I leaned in and kissed him deeply.
“I love you even more, (Y/N),” Tate said as he pulled me in for another kiss. Life has been complete since that day. I’ve defintely have felt the most love I’ve ever received in my entire life. “(Y/N), you make me so happy. I am thrilled you moved in here.” Tate said.
“Tate Langdon, you’re the brightest light I’ve ever seen. There is nothing that could change the way I feel about you. I love you.” I said as I pulled him into another kiss. I died in the house. A robbery occurred and I was shot and killed. I was sort of happy because now I can spend forever with Tate, my love.
“I can’t take this,” Tate yelled as he stomped up the staircase. You had just gotten home from college that day. It hadn’t been that long ago since you bought the notorious so called “murder house”. You had just turned nineteen and had to get away from where you were. Your parents had died in an awful accident and you were left with all of their things. You pack some up and sold the rest which gave you the amount needed to buy your current home. Most nights you weren’t studying, you had to work until at least midnight to make sure you could keep up with the money needed to take care of your home. It was a good thing you didn’t have work tonight, seeing as how Tate is acting.
You threw your bag down on the floor racing up the stairs and calling out his name. A door into one of the rooms was suddenly slammed shut. You walked over to it and carefully opened the door. No one appeared to be in the room, yet you could feel the ghost boy’s presence. “Tate, if you want to talk about this we can. I’m here for you,” you softly said aloud. Tate appeared in front of you. He looked angry and completely overwhelmed with emotion. “What’s wrong,” you tentatively asked.
“She won’t stop being a bitch. Every time I try to do anything she just pisses me off or makes me feel like shit.”
“I’m assuming you’re talking about Violet.”
“She just treats me like I’m God awful and acts like I don’t already know that.”
Tate’s voice quivered as the sentence left his lips. He sat down on the ground and drew his knees to his chest. You could hear him start to cry and sat down next to him. “Tate, from what you’ve been like for the short time I’ve lived here you haven’t seemed like a bad guy.” Tate still sat there crying and didn’t even look at you like he normally does when you speak.
You placed your hand on his back and started to rub up and down his spine. If he wouldn’t listen to words right now you’d just show him comfort instead. He moved closer to you and looked up at you before he wrapped his arms around you. Tate buried his face in your chest and continued crying. You played with his hair and waited for him to calm down enough to talk again. “You really don’t think I’m horrible,” Tate asked as he wiped his nose off.
“Why would I? You always let me vent to you and try to help me study and cheer me up.”
“You don’t know much about me though.”
“I don’t need to,” you said,”I only care about how you act now.”
Tate sat in front of you and looked you up in down. It was almost as if he was studying you and stopped to take in your eyes. Your eyes didn’t compare to his deep brown ones. They were beautifully dark and full of emotions. His hands slowly moved to yours and he gave you a glance as if asking to hold them. You nodded your head and he wrapped his hands around yours. “Maybe instead of worrying about Violet, I should worry about you,” Tate said.
You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks and you looked down at the floor. Tate pulled you into his lap and caressed your face as he placed his lips on yours. The kiss was soft and tender, which you didn’t expect from the usually snarky boy. You could feel your body give into him as you let out a low moan and parted your lips. His tongue found it’s way around your mouth leaving you to do the same to his. You parted so you could take in breath and Tate pulled you against his chest.
“ I want you to be mine and I don’t know for sure if you feel the same way, but gauging by that kiss I’d say that answer is in my favor,” Tate said.
“Yeah, I do,” you answered back.
“Can we hangout for the rest of night,” Tate questioned.
“Of course, but let’s go lay on the couch and watch tv or something.”
With that, you both walked downstairs and took your places on the big, comfy couch. Tate laid down in front of you. Your body shaped around his and he pulled your arm over his side. He played with your fingers as you watched the television. He rolled over to face you and placed a lingering kiss on your forehead.
You could feel yourself getting sleepy and cuddle as close as you could against Tate. As you began to fall asleep you could feel Tate lift you up. He carried you to your bed and laid down next to you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist as you feel asleep with him carefully watching over you.
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Request: “Hey could you please write a one shot with Post Death Tate were the reader has been having nightmares so she’s stopped sleeping and one day she’s hanging out with Tate in the murder house basement and faints from exhaustion and he comforts and confront her about it? Maybe helping her get some sleep? Thank you so much!!” - Anon
Word Count: 679
A/N: I’ve never actually fainted before so I’m not 100% sure how accurate this is. I mean, I was stuck in a snow hole for like 5hrs and sort of blacked out but I don’t think that counts because that was due to my older brother, not sleep deprivation.
I was listening to the Rihanna song and yep
A small shout wakes you up in a cold sweat, forcing your body off of the pillow. Sighing, you reach for the bottle of now-warm water on the night stand. Tate standing at the edge of your bed catches your attention, a worried look etched onto his tired face.
“I’m fine, Tate. Go back to bed.” You groan, unscrewing the cap and temporarily forgetting that ghosts couldn’t sleep. Well, they could, but just didn’t need it to function. And from what he had previously told you, it wasn’t very enjoyable. He just sat there in silence, usually, which prompted all sorts of thoughts that he wouldn’t tell you about. Tate liked laying in bed with you most times, though. It took the bad thoughts away, and replaced them with brand new ones. But recently, you had blocked him from sleeping with you because of the nightmares. It was rare you got more than three or four hours of sleep per night, and you mainly stayed up reading or playing games on your phone. On the nights you did get some sleep, it wasn’t very nice, and left you in a state of shock and made you reflect on everything you’d ever done. At least it was good thinking time.
He stalks forward, resting at the side of your bed. Rolling your eyes at his puppy-like nature, you nod, and he lays down. That was the first night in a while that you got a semi-enjoyable night of sleep. It was a while later that you realized that he had been present each night you had a decent rest. It was like he was your lucky charm.
Fast forward to now. It’s a week or so later, maybe even two. You were hanging out by the basement steps with Tate, talking about school, music, cats… Really, whatever kept him from noticing that you were two blinks away from falling asleep. You knew he’d take it on himself if you did happen to fall asleep while he was talking, and that probably wouldn’t end well for either of you.
“I don’t know.” He shrugs, finishing his story. “It’s just weird.”
“Y-yeah, it’s weird.” You shrug, your head spinning. Your eyes slowly shut to help the pain, but you feel Tate’s words get louder and louder until they’re not there at all. Taking a breath, attempting to open your eyes, you feel yourself float away.
That’s the last thing you remember before waking up. Tate hovered above you, his eyes stained pink and worried.
“I’m fine,” You say, trying to sit up. His hand blocks you, stopping you while you rest on your elbows on the messy bed sheets beneath you. “I’m fine. Let me up.”
“You’re not fine!” He shouts, standing. “You passed out! I thought you-”
Raising your hand to your forehead, you sigh. “How long?” He shrugs, sitting back down next to you.
“A long time. It’s dark out.” Tate says quietly. With his words, you’re running to the window to confirm his words. Much to your pleasure, it was only just getting dark, somewhere around five o’clock (you hoped, at least). “Why did you black out?” You shrug, leaning on your stomach. You assumed that the nausea was some side effect of the whole fainting thing.
That’s when you see it click in his eyes. He knew exactly why you had fainted. “It’s the dreams, isn’t it? That’s why you haven’t been sleeping. That’s why you-”
“I don’t know, Tate! Just shut up and come here.” You groan, standing up, still clutching your stomach. He sits on the bed, the mix of anger and confusion in his eyes slowly fading away. The bed dips awkwardly as you sit next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I don’t know.”
His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer into his chest comfortably. The boy strokes your hair softly and hums some random tune, and for the first time in however long, you actually might’ve been falling asleep to something nice. Maybe Tate really was your magic charm.
For a fleeting second, Y/N hated him. She hated him with her entire being. He was a manipulative rodent who dug his filthy claws into anything that displayed the slightest amount of light - the slightest amount of innocence - and he’d ruin them. Y/N had seen it before - many a times - all at the hands of the seventeen year old boy. His face was angelic, his eyes were soft, but he was cold and heartless - he was selfish and unforgiving. Everything he touched surely died. Y/N believed Tate was death itself. He had taken so many lives without even a second thought, some who remained confined in that very house. The house they were held captive in for all eternity - with no escape.
“You forget that I know everything about you, dear Y/N,” his voice taunted, echoing through the halls, “I know where you hide, I know the sound of your heart - it’s so easily distinguishable. I will always, always find you, my dear. There’s no point running.”
His thunderous steps echoed through the house, teasing Y/N. she padded across the carpeted floor, trying to keep her breathing at a minimal. She couldn’t let him find her - if he did, she was dead. She knew she couldn’t get away from him, he had always had the ability to catch his prey. He had killed so many before her, this was his forte. He enjoyed the hunt almost as much as he enjoyed the kill. She was completely scared of him and he knew that, he knew how to use it to his advantage. She was done for. She knew that. He knew that. But why did she keep running, Keep trying to find an escape? Because she didn’t want to die at the hands of her lover.
Her murderous, psychopath lover.
Y/N skidded to a halt, stopping just metres away from him. She gasped for air, her lungs wheezing. She couldn’t fight any longer. It was over. It was all over. Her lower lip trembled as sadness crashed over her in giant waves, she was going to die. She was going to die. She was going to die at the hands of Tate. She stumbled backwards, but he took two steps forward. His long strides asserting a sense of dominance over Y/N. she audibly gulped.
He could hear her heart racing, a smirk creeping its way onto his face, giving him a sinister look. As if his true self was revealing, he looked like a demon - something from a nightmare.
“You don’t have to do this, Tate. I won’t leave, I promise. I’ll stay with you forever, just please don’t do this to me.” She begged, tears glossing her eyes.
Tate’s strides faltered as he saw the sadness and pain in her eyes. He never wanted to hurt her - but she couldn’t leave him. He couldn’t risk her leaving him. He shrugged off the feeling - the nagging in the back of his head, begging him to stop too; this wasn’t what he wanted - Tate had never wanted to hurt her, but he had no choice. She was going to leave him and he couldn’t let that happen.
Y/N noticed his falter and used it to her advantage, she bolted back in the direction she came from. Grabbing onto the banister, she turned round the corner and pounded down the stairs. Screaming at the top of her lungs - screaming bloody murder. She prayed inwardly that someone would save her from the monster she loved, from the monster trapped inside the boy. She grabbed the handle of the door - locked - she shook the handle aggressively. Frustrated tears falling rapidly. She grabbed the keys from the pot, shakily jamming the key into the door and wrenching the door open just as Tate reached the bottom of the stairs.
She yelped when he caught up to her, seizing her aggressively by her upper arm. His blunt nails digging into her skin, drawing blood to the surface. She shouted in pain, swinging her elbow back and delivering a harsh blow to his gut. He doubled over, hissing through his teeth, glaring daggers at her. Y/N wasted no time as she sprinted down the driveway and through the gates, across the road for safe measure.
She rested her hands on her knees, heaving through struggling, burning lungs. She coughed a few times, cautiously glancing at Tate across the road. His eyes were almost burning red with anger and his lips were pulled back in a snarl, a sinister and menacing snarl that sent shivers down Y/N’s spine. But for now, she was safe. Until Halloween at least.
Halloween rolled around and paranoia had settled inside Y/N. she was constantly looking around, trying to spot Tate’s cold, brown eyes through the crowd. She jumped every time someone stood behind her. She was terrified and frankly, losing her mind. The paranoia was eating her alive. The bags under her eyes were as prominent as ever. She was afraid.
Y/N knew she had to walk past the house on the way home, she just prayed Tate wasn’t lurking around, waiting to pounce. Her pace increased drastically as the house came into view. She could feel eyes on her back, her pace once again picked up. The hair on the back of her neck spiked as she let out ragged breathes, anxiety bubbling up inside her.
She turned round the corner, glancing left and right. She almost jumped out of her skin. His eyes seemed to shine through the darkness, taunting. He was always tainting her. Eyes that were once were filled with only love and adoration for her were now filled with rage and a murderous glaze. Y/N’s skin prickled with goosebumps. He advanced towards her before she had time to react, she was frozen in her place.
“My darling, Y/N, why’d you run away? Leave the house when you knew I could not follow, oh how naughty of you.” Tate smirked, running a chilled finger down her tinted cheeks.
she flinched away from his touch, causing him to seize her chin in a painful grip. Her eyes glossed with tears, a few escaping revealing just how scared she was. Scared of the man she once adored with all her being.
“Don’t have anything to say? Hmm, that’s not what happened last night. I recall you calling me a psychopath, insane I believe. Is that what you remember, darling?”
Y/N nodded, fear consuming her.
“We’d better get you back to the house and if you dare fight, I will not hesitate to drag you in myself.”
“Tate, fight it. For me. For us. Fight the monster inside. Don’t do this, my love. Don’t condemn me to a miserable life, bound to that house!” She whispered, tears now streaming freely down her cheeks.
He didn’t even react to her words as if he had heard them a million times before and they held no significance anymore. He would show no mercy.
Y/N had never seen him so malicious and heartless towards her. Sure, she had seen him glare and spit snide comments to his mother and occasionally Hayden, but never her. He had only ever shown her kindness and love. The change in personality chilled her to the bone. What had happened to the boy she fell for? Or was this him all along?
He shoved her forward and she staggered slightly. He grabbed her arm, stabilising her before dragging her towards the dreaded murder house. Her insides flipped as it came into view. This was were it ended. She knew that. He knew that.
She staggered through the front door, collapsing to her knees almost instantly. Sobs erupted through her, her shoulders shaking as she cried. She knew he enjoyed watching his prey beg, plead for their lives, but she couldn’t help herself. She had given him the satisfaction of seeing her beg.
Tate’s smirk only grew. He weaved his fingers into her hand, gripping the tendrils tightly and yanking her head back, revealing her neck. He smiled sinisterly at the exposed skin, picking up the knife from the table and dragging the tip along the apple of her cheek. The tip cut along her skin causing Tate to sigh in satisfaction, blood trickling down her cheek and down her neck. Tate circled around to be in front of her, he knelt down, smiling. And then he delivered the fatal swipe, a long cut along her neck.
She gurgled, blood spilling from the wound. Blood spilled from her lips. She spluttered, choking slightly. Her hands flew up to her neck, her eyes wide. And with that, the world went dark and her limbs grew heavy. She hit the floor with a thud. Blood spilled from her mouth and the wound on her neck, dribbling onto the carpet. Leaving a taunting stain, leaving a stain that would forever leave visitors curious.
Y/N vision cleared and she sat up, the floor now clean apart from the dry, reddish brown stain on the carpet. Her hands flew to her neck, she let out a stifled sob when her fingertips brushed against the wound. Her eyes squeezed shut, her breathing irregular.
“I’m dead.” She wheezed, shaking.
“I’m sorry, baby, I really am. I couldn’t fight the urge. I couldn’t risk you leaving me. Please forgive me.” Tate rasped from behind her.
She scrambled to her feet, spinning around to face him with wide eyes and a hand outstretched to ward him off.
“Go away, Tate.” She cried, he let out a whine of protest which evolved into a scream.
“No, Y/N. I’m sorry. Don’t do this! Y/N!” He screamed, tears streaming down his face.
“Go away!” She screamed just as loud and she was gone, back in her room. She collapsed onto the bed, crying and kicking.
Tate whimpered. The silence that spread through the house taunted him. Oh what had he done?
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REQUEST:Stiles x reader with late night conversations.
“Hello?” A deep voice said through the phone. “Did I wake you?” (Y/N) asked. “No.” Stiles replied, suppressing a yarn. “Liar.” (Y/N) chuckled. It was late at night and (Y/N) couldn’t sleep. Like most nights, (Y/N) wouldn’t dare close her eyes knowing that nightmares would come and haunt her in her sleep. So, instead of waiting around and drowning in her own thoughts, she would always call the same person – her best friend since kindergarten, Stiles Stilinski. “Can you come over?” (Y/N) asked the boy while bitting her nails. “Is everything okay? Are you alright?” Stiles asked, concerned. “Yeah. I just can’t sleep.” (Y/N) mumbled. “I know it’s nothing, so it’s okay if you don’t wanna come over.” She added. She felt bad for depriving her best friend of sleep just because she couldn’t get any. She knew it wasn’t fair. But she also knew that Stiles wouldn’t mind, because she had done the same thing for him many times. “I’ll be there in five minutes.” Stiles declared before he hung up the phone. (Y/N) was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. She opened the door and greeted Stiles with a bear hug. “Thank you.” (Y/N) mumbled into his shoulder. “Are you sure you’re okay? I think you might have a fever.” Stiles chuckled as he pressed his cold hand on (Y/N)’s forehead before she gently pushed it away. “What? So I can’t hug my best friend now?” (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Of course you can. It’s just, you’ve never been the hugging type.” Stiles declared as he walked into his best friend’s house. He frowned. “What’s that smell?” He asked before (Y/N) could react to his last statement. “I’m making pancakes.” (Y/N) said proudly as she walked into the kitchen and sat on the counter. Stiles stood before her. He has always been taller than her, so, even when (Y/N) was sat on her kitchen counter, Stiles was still a few inches taller than her. “(Y/N), it’s one in the morning.” Stiles frowned. “So? I told you I couldn’t sleep. Cooking makes me feel better. It’s relaxing.” (Y/N) shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest. Stiles let out a small laugh before a serious expression appeared on his face. “Are you having nightmares again?” He asked, his brown eyes set on (Y/N)’s. “And remember that I can tell when you’re lying.” He added seriously. “Fine.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes as she came down of the kitchen counter to check on the pancakes. “Yes, I’m having nightmares again. That’s why I’m really determined to keep my eyes open tonight.” Stiles went to stand next to her. His eyes never leaving her. He was still frowning. “(Y/N). You know you’re gonna have to sleep eventually.” Stiles told his best friend. He remembered when (Y/N) had to check herself in the hospital last year for sleep deprivation. “Stiles, I’m fine, really.” (Y/N) replied. Stiles didn’t look convinced but he didn’t want to make his best friend angry, so he changed the subject. “Where is your dad?” Stiles asked while helping (Y/N) put the finished pancakes into a plate. “He is working late tonight.” (Y/N) said. “He’s been taking a lot of night shifts at the hospital lately.” She added. (Y/N)’s father was a surgeon at Beacon Hills Memorial, where Scott’s mother worked as a nurse. Stiles knew that (Y/N)’s father was less and less present at home lately, and he hated the fact that his best friend was alone most nights, especially if she started having nightmares again. That’s why he was always willing to come over when she asked him to, even if it was in the middle of the night.
“Hey! That’s not fair! You’re always the one who chooses the movie!” (Y/N) complained while Stiles was sat on the floor next to a pile of DVDs. “That’s because you have awful tastes when it comes to movies.” Stiles retorted. “That’s not true! We like the same stuff!” (Y/N) replied as she let her body fell onto her bed. “Then shut up and let me choose.” Stiles laughed. “Fine.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and took a bite of a fresh-cooked pancake. “And don’t eat all the pancakes.” Stiles declared and threw a pillow at (Y/N). “Hey!” “Okay, found one!” Stiles ignored (Y/N)’s complaints about receiving a pillow in the face and inserted the DVD he picked into the DVD player. Then he went to sit on the bed next to his best friend, grabbing a pancake as he did so. (Y/N), who made herself another cup of coffee, went to drink it when Stiles got a hold of the mug and set it on the bedside table next to him. “Seriously? I asked you if you wanted a cup and you said no.” (Y/N) declared. “I don’t want coffee and you should stop drinking so much of it at three in the morning.” Stiles stated, looking at the TV. “Please stop acting like that.” There was a hint of anger in the girl’s voice which made Stiles’s eyes set on her. “Like what?” He frowned. “Like I might die any second.” “I’m just worried about you. What’s wrong with that?” Stiles said defensively. “What’s wrong is that I asked you to come over to make me feel better, not worse. I won’t sleep, okay? I won’t let the nightmares ruin my life again. You don’t know how horrible it is to see the people you love die in front of you everytime you close your eyes. It’s messing with my head!” (Y/N)’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m so familiar with those nightmares by now that it feels like reality. And I hate feeling like this.” (Y/N) expected Stiles to yell at her, to tell her that she was being ridiculous because she knew she was. She knew she had to put herself together and stop being so afraid of falling asleep. But instead, Stiles pulled her against his chest and closed his arms around her small body. She didn’t cry, she just closed her eyes and appreciated how safe she felt in Stiles’s arms. “I’m sorry.” She declared. “Don’t be.” Stiles said as he stroked her hair. “I’m here for you. Always.” He let go of her and looked at her. She looked very tired and he wished he could do something to help her feel better. “If there is anything I can do to help-” “Stay.” She cut him off. “Can you stay the night, please?” “Sure. I’m not going anywhere.” Stiles declared and he kissed her forehead.
“This movie sucked.” (Y/N) confessed while watching the closing credits of the movie Stiles had chose to watch an hour earlier. “Do you ever stop complaining?” He rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t so terrible.” He shrugged. “Right. As if I couldn’t tell that you didn’t like it either.” (Y/N) laughed. “Fine. It wasn’t as good as I remembered it.” Stiles confessed. “But still, I’ve seen worse.” He added, yarning. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and tried to suppress a smile. She got up and picked up the empty plate and her now cold cup of coffee and put it on her desk, too lazy to go down to the kitchen. “You can sleep in my bed, I don’t mind.” (Y/N) stated when she saw Stiles got up from the bed. “Are you sure?” Stiles frowned. (Y/N) turned around to face her best friend, she raised an eyebrow. “Stiles, we’ve slept in the same bed before.” “We were ten.” Stiles added. “Well, I mean, if you’re uncomfortable with it, I can still-” “No.” Stiles interrupted. “I mean, are you comfortable with it?” He asked, nervously. “Of course, I am. I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.” (Y/N) laughed a little. Stiles nodded.
(Y/N) was already wearing her night clothes – a short and oversized t-shirt which originally belonged to her father. Stiles was wearing his tracksuit and a black t-shirt but didn’t seem to mind sleeping fully dressed. He crawled under the warm blanket and made himself comfortable. (Y/N) was still standing by her desk, reluctant to go to sleep even if Stiles’s presence made her feel safer. But she knew that even her best friend was unlikely to protect her from her own dreams. She looked at the clock, it was now half past four in the morning and she knew that she had ran out of options or excuses to stay awake. “It’s okay, (Y/N).” Stiles said while he watched his best friend staying still on the other side of the room. (Y/N) sighed and laid down on the other side of the bed. She was staring at the ceiling while Stiles was staring at her. “We can keep talking if it makes you feel better.” Stiles said. “No, it’s okay. I don’t want to keep you awake, you must be exhausted. It was already selfish of me to ask you to come over again so late at night. I’ll just let you sleep now.” (Y/N) declared as she nervously played with her fingers. “Okay, so, what do you want to talk about?” Stiles asked. “Stiles-” “I will not go to sleep until you do.” The boy said, serious. “Are you blackmailing me?” “No, I’m being here for you.” Stiles corrected. (Y/N)’s eyes moved from the ceiling to her best friend. The lamps on her bedside tables were still lit and Stiles saw his friend frowning. “What did I do to deserve you?” She asked, honestly wondering how Stiles never got tired of her after all these years. “You hung out with me in kindergarten when everyone but Scott thought I was a weirdo.” Stiles said with a smile. “You are a weirdo.” (Y/N) laughed. “So are you. That’s why we get along so well.” He replied.
(Y/N) looked at him for a second. Then, she moved closer to him and rested her head on his chest as he closed his arms around her body once more. He was surprised when he found her hugging him again and he realised how much she needed it – because she never was a big hugger. “Promise me you’ll never leave me. I don’t know what I would do without you, Stiles.” (Y/N) murmured. “I promise. Besides, I need you more than you need me.” The teenage boy said as his grip tighten around (Y/N)’s small body. “Yeah, I doubt that.” (Y/N) chuckled. “Shut up.” Stiles said sarcastically. They both laughed. (Y/N) started to feel her eyelids become heavy. Her eyes had been burning with fatigue all night and she wanted to let herself drift to sleep without thinking about what horrible things she would see once asleep. The last thing she felt was Stiles’s lips on her head and the last thing she heard was her best friend telling her that he loved her. She wanted to say it back but no word left her lips as she felt the darkness surround her and her demons take control of her thoughts.
She had fallen asleep, and once again, she wished she hadn’t.