Requested Tate Langdon Imagine:
Hearing the slam of a car door, listening to the voice of a teenager enter your garden.
It was all new to you, of course with your first Halloween coming up and all of the excitement building up inside, you thought that you were just hearing things.
Your front door swung open and a family of 3 walked in, not noticing your presence.This gave you some time to figure out a plan.
Running to the back garden, quickly grabbing the plate of cookies on your counter, you stood at the back door pretending to be the nosy teenage neighbor.
The sad reality of it all hit you like a brick. You were dead , murdered by your violent ex boyfriend in the very house you lived in, the previous Halloween.
Halloween was the only day you were allowed to roam the earth freely. Well not exactly free.
Your ex-boyfriend would be there to haunt you, of course after he shot you he’d have to follow you into the after life. He shot himself down at the skatepark before the Cops could arrest him. You were trapped in this house forever, and he could roam about the beautiful beach next to the skatepark. He deserved the worst yet he got the best, even when he was dead.
Sighing, you found your knuckles banging against the door. A boy your age turnt his head to the side and nodded with acknowledgement.
He opened the door with a frown on his face. You were taken aback by his appearance. His blonde wavy hair brushing over his forehead, his lips slowly stretching into a clumsy smile as you tried to find your words.
“I-I uh, I see you’ve just moved in, I live next door, just wanted to bring you some welcome to the neighborhood cookies, you can chuck them if you want I wouldn’t eat them either"you greeted honestly.
He took a moment to respond, watching your face very closely.
He gently took the cookies and placed them back on the counter.
“I’m Tate, Tate Langdon"he smiled and held out his hand.
You glanced down at his hand nervously. You hadn’t touched anyone since the night you died, was your hand going to go straight through him like Caspar?
Hesitantly, you took his hand, shaking it gently. Your hand connected with his like it would of if you were alive. You’d been cold for a year now, like there was a never ending winter that only affected you. But when you touched Tate, warmth spread around your body. And you didn’t quite understand it.
You let out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding.
"Y/n, y/n Y/l/n”
“Would you like to come in?"he asked.
"I thought you’d never ask”
5 months Later.
You sat cross-legged on Tate’s bed, flicking through his Parent’s books.
Tate sat across from you, gazing intensely. From the moment he’d met you he felt that connection. It was love for sure.
But he knew right now you weren’t being honest about something.
“Y/n"he said pulling you out of your thoughts.
You glanced up from the book and answered Tate.
“You know you can talk to me about anything right, ANYTHING"he exaggerated dramatically.
"Yeah, sure"you shrugged.
"Like any secrets or bad things you’ve done, im your go to boy"he added.
When he said the word secrets it was like your heart had restarted and stopped again.
It was like your heart had leapt out of your not so ghostly figure and jumped out the window. He knew something was wrong.
And now was the perfect time to confess that his bestfriend was a troubled spirit.
"You’ll never believe me"you mumbled as you closed the book.
"I would believe anything you say”
“Okay here goes"you sighed, he listened closely.
"I’m dead and I’m trapped in this damned house forever and you come along and make me feel well… not dead"you said quickly shutting your eyes tightly so you couldn’t see his damned reaction.
You waited for the scream, the gasp, you waited for the "time to call ghostbusters”.
But it never came.
“Oh I know"Tate said like it was everyday news.
You opened your eyes one by one.
"What do you mean you know?"you exclaimed.
"I mean I know what happened here a year ago"he frowned.
"How?"you mouth fell open, dumbfounded.
He held up a newspaper article about your murder.
"Oh right, should of hid that"you rubbed the back of your neck.
"So did you take the Diary or not, because there’s some really embarrassing stuff in there?"Tate asked as he chuckled lightly.
“Oh okay"he said sitting back on his bed.
"Tate?! Are you not angry o-or Scared I just told you that I’m dead, my life is over. Finito, no more y/n, asleep for eternity, I should be in heaven…well actually in my case I should be in hell. But you get my point!!!!”
“No, I’m just in love with this girl that’s freaking out because there’s a minor setback"Tate replied as he pulled you into a tight hug.
"It’s a good thing your still here and I’ll do anything to make sure we both stay here together or anywhere just as long as we’re together"he nodded confidently.
"I love you"you smiled.
"I love you too Caspar"he laughed.
You grabbed the book and swatted him around the head.
"I would so kill you for that, but being dead is not fun at all, do you know how much I’m craving ice cream right now"you whined as you cuddled him close.