Tate Langdon x Reader
A/N: This is not a request, it’s just my head! It’s my second fic and I’d love some feedback to make it even better. It’s a long one so it’s going to be posted by chapters, this being the first, and I don’t know how many there will be yet. In the future there will be a hint of smut, but we’ll talk about that later haha
Excuse any mistakes as english is not my first language.
I hope you enjoy it and feel free to reblog!
Warnings: swearing, mention of psychotherapy sessions
I went to the bathroom; without looking in the mirror I poured some water on my face, when I looked back up I saw someone in the mirror, I immediately jumped back and screamed “Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?”, Ben came in running “What happened?” He asked, worried, as he looked to his right “Oh I see you met Tate, it’s one of my patients.” he said calmly, “Well, I’m in the bathroom” I told Tate, “I’ll wait outside” he said, smirking.
I closed the door and I sat down on the floor, hands shaking, but even though the way we met was weird, I was so intrigued by that boy. I pulled myself together and got out of the bathroom, hoping to find Tate, but instead I ran into Ben who told me Tate had left.
A few days later, during my appointment, Ben received an important call so he excused himself, leaving me alone in his office. This house was gorgeous. I stood up and walked around, mesmerised by the different colours of the windows and the rustic furniture. “Busted” I heard, I looked back, startled. When I saw Tate sitting on Ben’s chair I sighed, rolled my eyes and said “For god’s sake, you’re really trying to make a habit out of this aren’t you?”, I sat down on the sofa, opposite him, he pulled his legs up, crossing them, leaned forward and smiled, “Mm… Well, I’m Y/N” I said with a confused look in my eyes, “I’m Tate, but I guess you know that by now” he said confidently, “Does Ben know you’re here? It seems like you live here.” I asked. “Yeah, it’s something like that, and you should come here more often, he’s out a lot.”. “I can’t just walk in into people’s houses Tate, are you crazy?” I said with an intrigued and confused look on my face. He stood up, walked to me and whispered in my hear “This is no ordinary house”, he smiled and left the room.
Ben came in, and even though Tate was all that was on my mind, we finished our session and I left.
Tate was so odd, but so intriguing, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. His face was mesmerising, the converse were his trademark.
To be continued…