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AMERICAN HORROR STORY S03E05 — "Burn, Witch, Burn!"
My AHS phase was certainly something
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Tate Langdon Dependency
WC: 0.6k
CW: Slight manipulation, angst
INFO: Tate doesn’t want you to go to school (not proofread)
Tate Langdon has never been particularly good at being independent. Before his death, he managed well enough, but afterward, everything changed. As the years passed and fewer living people noticed him, he found himself craving attention and companionship more than ever.
So, when you moved into the infamous murder house, Tate took a liking to you almost immediately. At first, he was too nervous to reveal himself, choosing instead to watch you from a distance. But eventually he gained the confidence to introduce himself. Since then, the two of you have grown incredibly close.
You’re currently getting ready for another gruelling day of school. Sitting at your desk in front of the mirror touching up your face with some makeup when you see a pale hand grab your hairbrush off your desk. You bite back a smile when you see him behind you in the mirror.
He runs the brush through your hair gently, before tucking a piece behind your ear. He leans down and takes the makeup brush from your hand placing it down on the desk. He whispers in your ear, “You should stay with me today” You sigh, looking down at your hands. “Tate you know I can’t.”
His jaw ticks, and he looks back down at your hair running his fingers through your hair before saying, “C’mon, it’ll be fun, we can stay and play games and watch movies together.” You’ll admit it’s a very enticing offer, because when you look out the window, it’s snowy and cold.
But on the other hand, you’ve missed so much school because ‘he can’t bear to be alone’ and it stresses you out to think of the most likely piles of work waiting for you at school.
“Please?” He adds, his hands resting on your shoulders, his eyes pleading. You’re about to answer but your dad yelling from downstairs interrupts you. “Come down soon! We’re leaving in 10 minutes.” He groans from behind you, walking away frustrated, sitting down on your bed.
“You never want to hang out with me anymore!” He snaps. You laugh but there’s no humour in it, “Tate I’ve literally missed the past 2 weeks to stay with you, that’s not fair!” You reply. “Don’t make it sound like I’m a burden.” He mumbles looking away. You sigh standing up and going to sit next to him, he turns to look at you and his eyes are glossy with tears. “Tate..” You whisper, cupping his face. He leans into your embrace immediately. He rests his hand on top of yours, keeping it there.
“One more day, please?” He pleads his bottom lip quivering, the tears in his eyes threatening to fall. Your composure cracks at his expression, you gnaw on your lip nervously debating your options. Stay with ghost boyfriend who’s currently crying because you’re about to leave, or, go to your sucky ass high school and spend 6 hours around people you hate. The former sounds way more appealing.
So you make your way downstairs putting on your best uncomfortable face, holding your stomach. “Dad..?” You ask out. He comes in and sees you, “Oh honey are you okay?” He asks. “No I really don’t feel good.” You whine.
You two go back and forth debating about how you’ve missed too much but also about how sick you are currently. Eventually, he reluctantly agrees you can stay home one more day but that’s it. You try your best to hide your smile as you make your way back to your room. Back to Tate.
When you open the door, you see him laying on your bed inspecting one of your trinkets that stay on your bedside table. When he sees you come in he puts the trinket down immediately. His eyes full of hope when he asks. “What’s the verdict?” He asks smiling fondly at you. You grin back “I can stay.” You tell him. He laughs happily jumping off the bed and stealing a kiss from you, nuzzling his head into your neck and peppering kisses up the side.
“What do you want to do first?”
This is so bad lmao
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