Pairing:Tate Langdon x reader Fandom:American Horror Story Warnings:Death! Mentions of death, angst Summary:Moving out of the murder house? It was the last thing you wanted to do. You had grown close to Tate, very close and you knew he couldn’t go with you. He couldn’t leave this house. You should have known he’d react badly to the news too bad you realized all this too late
Your entire room was almost all packed up. You wiped a tear from your eyes as you placed your remaining possessions into a box. It wasn’t fair. You didn’t want to leave. This is where Tate was. You’d never see him again after you moved. He had become a big part of your life. Could you really just move on after all this? You seriously doubted it.
You picked up a box and were about to bring it downstairs when to you discovered Tate standing in the doorway, blocking your path. He startled you so much you dropped the box on to the floor.
“Oh Tate hey” you said in a small voice. You couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy. He had a rather dark look on his face. You immediately knew something wasn’t right.
“Tate?” You said slowly. He didn’t reply instead he took a step forward. This caused you to back up a bit. Look you trusted Tate but you couldn’t help but feel trapped, like you had no where to go, no where to run.
“Tate?” You repeated, your voice shaking this time.
“I need to ask you a question” Tate finally said in a low voice “and you have to be honest with me. Okay?”.
Tate took a deep breath “[Y/N] would you do anything to stay here? Anything to stay here with me?”.
“Of course” you said placing your hands on his cheeks. You rubbed his soft cold skin with your thumbs.
Tears suddenly started to appear in Tate’s eyes.
“I’m sorry” the boy whispered.
“Sorry for what…” you began but before you could even manage to finish your sentence Tate had his hands wrapped around your throat, and he began to squeeze.
You gasped desperately for air but none filled your lungs. You tried pushing Tate away but you didn’t have the strength and he was just too strong. You felt your eyes pop out of your skull. Tate continued to cry as he squeezed the life out of you.
You wanted to ask him why, why was he doing this to you but you weren’t able to do so before darkness took over and… you were dead.
You woke up laying on the couch. It seemed like you had just fallen asleep. Had that whole thing been a dream? A horrible scenario made up by your mind?
You turned to see Tate standing in the corner, just staring at you. You jumped a bit remembering hands around your neck.
“Oh Tate… I had the most… terrifying dream” you said running a hand through your messy hair.
A sad look crossed Tate’s face and he looked down at his feet as if unable to look at you. Something by the look on his face made you rethink your entire conclusion. No. He couldn’t of actually…
Tears formed in your eyes.
“Tate you didn’t. You didn’t!”.
Tate looked up, eyes red.
You jumped to your feet, charged toward him, and punched him in the chest. He didn’t even flinch but you were so angry that you just had to hit something.
“How could you!” You yelled “I trusted you Tate! I loved you!”.
You shook as tears rolled down off your cheeks and on to the floor.
“I love you” Tate said placing his hands on your shoulders trying to calm you down but you weren’t having it.
“I didn’t want you to leave”.
“You killed me! You don’t hurt the people you care about” you said shaking your head “because of you I can’t leave this place”.
“But that’s what you wanted remember? To stay” Tate reminded.
“What about my parents Tate? They’re not going to believe any of this”.
“I hid the body” Tate explained “they’ll think you ran away if you just hide from them until they move out. You’re almost eighteen anyway [Y/N] you would have moved out right? Now you can stay here forever. Stay with me forever”.
You looked away, not replying to any of this. It was hard to process. You were aware of the existence of ghosts sure but you just never thought you’d be one so soon, so young.
Tate frowned, tears pouring from his eyes yet again.
“You hate me?”.
“No” you muttered “I just… it’s going to take me a little while to forgive you but… I think I can”.
A faint smile formed on Tate’s face. He figured that was better then you not wanting to talk to him ever again.
“I’ll go get you a drink of water” Tate offered.
“But we’re dead. We don’t need water do we?” You said letting out a half hearted laugh.
“Yeah but maybe it’ll help you calm down” Tate shrugged walking out the room.
You slumped down on the couch. You still hadn’t completely registered all this. You thought death would hurt more, feel worse but if you were being honest you felt nothing. You had thought you were just waking up because that’s all it was. Waking up into the after life.
“He got you too?”.
You looked up to see a man with raven black hair and thick eyebrows standing before you.
“Erm who are you?” You asked.
“Chad” the man informed smirking “welcome to the family or whatever the hell this is”.