but tate you are the darkness


Teen Wolf Imagine:
Songs: Hurt for me-Syml
I’ll be good-Jaymes Young

Part 1~

For months now you’d felt a sudden darkness. A rain cloud that wasn’t moving on. A fever you just couldn’t shake.

It all started when September came, it would get darker earlier and the winds were stronger. Leaves would calmly fly through the air and rain would pour for hours upon hours. In time the rain turnt to snow and Christmas was on its way.

“Achoooo!"you sneezed loudly.
The whole pack turnt to look at you.
"Sorry"you mumbled as you blew your nose.

"Are you okay y/n, you look really pale"Lydia sent you a look full of concern.

"I’m fine, it’s just a winter cold it will pass"you looked around the room at your friends.

"Are you sure, you’ve had it for ages?"Liam questioned.

"Positive, now can we carry on. I heard you were having a party Lydia?"you glanced at Lydia desperately trying to change the subject.

"Uhm, yeah I am are you all coming?"Lydia asked.

"Count me in"Stiles nodded.

"Definitely"Malia grinned.
"I’m not sure I have studying to do"Kira pouted.

"Yeah, me and Kira will be there"Scott smiled at Kira.

"Make sure you put Me and Liam on the list"Isaac wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Liam.

"Dude I have a box full of mistletoe at home"Liam smirked.

"I’m going to teach you the ways of Isaac Lahey"Isaac said dramatically.
Isaac had been trying to give Liam lessons on how to be good with the ladies. So far they’d gotten nowhere.

Once again the pack turnt to look at you.
"Y/n?"Stiles pulled you out of your daydream.

"Yeah?"you said slowly.

"Lydia’s party,you coming?he rested his hand on your arm.
Suddenly your whole body started to heat up and your heart sped up.

"Uh yeah sure, could you give me a minute"you jumped up from your seat and quickly dismissed yourself.

Stiles had always had that effect on you, ever since you were young. Stiles and you had known eachother the longest out of the pack, he was the only one that had met your mother.

When you were 14 you and your mom were involved in a car accident, it was during the Christmas period and the roads were icy and slippery.
It was very easy to lose control on those roads.

You had only just made it out of that car, pulling at the doors trying to get it open so that you could save her but it was too late.
Stiles was there for you throughout the whole mourning period, and when Allison died he was right by your side.

However things had changed after Malia had turned up, you got along with her but Stiles treated you differently. He didn’t care anymore.

The days leading up to Lydia’s party were long and painful. Your illness had taken a turn for the worst and you found yourself passing out every couple of hours. Your house was cold and dark.

There was no going back now, you couldn’t bail on Lydia. This meant a lot to her.
You sniffled as you slowly slipped into your white dress.
Coughing all the air out of your lungs as you stumbled down your stairs.

Your chest rattled when you took deep breaths as you drove to your Best friends house.
You stumbled back when you entered Lydia’s house. The loud music and chatter made your head spin.

Your hands started to shake when you saw stiles kissing another girl. A hand rested on your lower back, another on your shoulder. One was placed on your cheek.

Your ears blocked out the music and the room started to spin.

Isaac, Scott and Liam tried to hold you up as your body became limp.

"Jesus y/n your freezing"Malia gasped as she felt your forehead.
The 3 werewolves noticed that their veins had turnt black.

"She’s in pain"Liam frowned.

"So much pain"Scott repeated quietly.

"I need to get stiles"Isaac said as he slowly let his hand fall from your cheek.
"I’ll get some blankets"Malia nodded as she rushed off.

Scott looked at your eyes which were drifting around the room.
You couldn’t look at him.

"Stay here y/n” he whispered.
Then it was just you again, Liam had gone to make you some hot chocolate.
You felt the breeze on your body as the winter wind came through the door.

Air. Maybe that would help.
You slipped off your shoes and stumbled out into the world.

A thick blanket of snow covered the ground and light fluffy snow still fell from the sky.

Half an hour later you slumped down underneath a tree. The snow moulded around your body as you lay your head down. Watching the stars.

Lydia ran down her stairs, tears falling from her face, she spluttered and pushed everyone out of the way.

Scott recognized her and the whole pack formed a circle.

“Lydia what’s wrong?!"Scott held Lydia’s arms as she sobbed loudly.

"Where is y/n?"she cried.

"She is-
Scott peered over to where you were supposed to be standing.
"She was just there, why what’s wrong"Malia said panicked.

"She’s in trouble I had one of those feelings"Lydia cried into Scott’s shoulder.

Stiles took his chance and sprinted towards the door, out into the snow.

You smiled up at the stars.
A tear escaped and slid down your cheek.
You nodded happily as you took your last breath.

Back at the house Lydia had a feeling of dread.
She cried out and fell to the ground.

Isaac shook his head and turnt away trying to hold back his tears.
Malia knew what this meant, her head dropped.
Kira slumped down on the chair tears threatening to spill.

Scott and Liam ran out into the night after Stiles.

It was too late.

~sorry for any mistakes, there will be a part2& im backkkkk!

Murder House - 1998

Tate stared at you, silently, his dark eyes scanning every inch of your body, studying you. You couldn’t see him, of course, for he was invisible to you at the moment. He didn’t want to look like a stalker while he watched you. You were just so beautiful, the way you bit your lip as you sketched in the novel you were supposed to be reading. He left your room and entered the hallway, making himself visible there. He entered your room again, pretending like he hadn’t been there the whole time.
“Tate, hi,” you said, closing your book and smiling at him.
“(Y/N).” Tate’s face went from no emotion to a small smile.
“What are you doing here?”
“My mom sent me over to find Addy. I saw her out and decided to come up and see you.”
“If my mom saw Addy again, she’d flip on her,” you laughed. “What a hero you are.”
Tate’s lips curled upward in a smile, then a laugh. “I’m no hero.”
“You’re my hero, Tate.” You stood up and pressed your lips to his cheek.
“For doing what?”
You wrapped your arms around his neck. “For being you.”
Tate pulled you in for a hug, and you rested your chin on his shoulder. He shook his head and mumbled, “No hero, (Y/N).”
“What was that?” you asked.
“Nothing. I love you,” Tate replied.
He kissed you, holding your body close to his and making you forget he ever said anything. The warmth of his body engulfed you and you happily moved closer to him.
“I love you, too, Tate.”


“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.


“Thank you.”

“For what?” He says, obviously confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sex With Tate Langdon [HCs]

Is LG turning into Buzzfeed after dark? Is this your cue to go to bed? Honestly though, what wouldn’t his kinks be? Obvious NSFW ahead. 

By the way, I’ve only ever done headcanons a few times, so I’m sorry ahead of time.

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“I used to think you were like me. You were attracted to the darkness. But, Tate, you are the darkness.”