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Hold Me - Tate Langdon

A/N: My first imagine, and super short, sorry.

Warnings: Swearing, and child abuse because Constance doesn't know how to be a mother

When you got into the Murder House, you immediately felt cold arms wrap around your waist. A familiar head rested on your shoulder, and blonde hair was in the corner of your vision."Hey, welcome back." Tate's voice was slightly raspy, a sign that he had been crying. Unwrapping his arms from your waist, you turned around in his grasp. You cupped his face and looked at his face, taking in the red rimmed eyes. Definitely crying."Fine. Why don't we go upstairs and talk?" You asked, offering him a cuddle sesion. He jumped on the offer, straightening up, and smiling down at you. Standing on your tiptoes, you placed a gentle kiss on his lips, and took his hand to lead him upstairs. When you got to his room, Tate laid down on the bed, and you crawled on behind him. Listening to him take a deep breath, and relax into your warm hold. Nirvana was playing, Tate having put it on earlier, and he was quietly humming along."What happened, Tater Tot?" You ask him, a shit eating grin on your face at the nickname. His chest rumbled softly with his chuckle, before he grew still again"My mother visited." He responded, his voice cracking as he remember her words. "Said you would leave me, and I would be alone again." He kept going, now shaking slightly with his sobs. You frowned, hating Constance a bit more if possible, before you moved closer to him."Shhh. Tate, I'm not going anywhere. I promise." You soothed, gently rubbing his shoulders as he slowly stopped crying, before turning over. You two were nose to nose now, his brown eyes staring into yours. He smiled slightly, pulling you into a kiss, before burying his head in the crook of your neck. You slowly fell asleep, Tate's warm breath on your neck as you lulled off.