Heart Shaped Box (Tate Langdon X Reader)

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OK IMMA RANT YALL SHOULD PROBABLY IGNORE THIS BUT I LIVE IN CANADA AND THE QUAD SYSTEM MIGHT ACC BE THE DEATH OF ME. IVE GOT CHEM AND ENGLISH TOGETHER RN AND IM NOT DOING WELL ANYWAY MY SCHOOL BOARD IS IDIOTIC

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I lied on the dark carpet beneath me as I stared at the ceiling. Arctic monkeys filled the background breaking the silence but not stopping the thoughts running through my mind. I didn't know what I wanted anymore, I thought it was him. It is him. But it's so hard, nothing makes sense. Or maybe the problem is that it makes perfect sense but I refuse to see things for what they are.

I feel myself drifting off but come back to reality when Tate abruptly comes into my room with tears falling down his face. A sight I had become particularly familiar with.

"What's wrong?"

"Addy is dead."

I quickly run over to him embracing him in my arms. He sobbed into my shoulder and I felt myself getting emotional too. That girl might've been a pain but she had such a kind heart.

"W-what happened?"

"Some piece of shit hit her with their car."

I felt my stomach drop and Tate continued to cry into my arms. I kissed the top of his head stroking his hair. I moved us over to my bed and he lay beside me becoming the little spoon.

"It's not fair. She didn't deserve it."

I wrapped my arms around his side.

"I know Tate. I'm so sorry."

We lied there in silence and I felt him drift off to sleep but I stayed wide awake. I felt the steady rhythm of his heart as my hand lay across his chest. I was afraid to move, not wanting to wake him. Like the cliches, he had a peaceful appearance to him as he slept. His features softened and he almost looked younger. Despite the feeling that I could stare at him forever I grew restless lying in bed unable to leave my thoughts alone. I was going to bring up the kids from earlier but now after Addy it just seemed too cruel.

I hesitantly detached my body from his sleeping corpse and made my way down to the kitchen. As I walked in I expected to find Moira but instead was greeted by Nora. She seemed like she had well intentions but she wasn't my favourite presence in this house.

"Hello Nora."

"Forgive me for being so blunt but did you do it yet?"

"What?"

"Conceive my child."

I felt as if my eyes popped out of my skull. Is that what she has meant. She literally wants me to birth a baby for her. I had already told her I wouldn't. What would it take for this women to understand that.

"I told you no."

She rushed up closer to me grasping my hands in hers.

"You must. You're my only chance, my last hope. No one else here can carry a child. I need this."

"Not suggesting this but technically my mother can?"

She snapped her face back up to look at me as if I had cursed out her name.

"Don't be such a fool. She's no more capable of becoming a mother than me."

"She already is a mother."

"Oh damn you! My child would be raised better than you! You're mother died and you didn't even bat an eye, suggesting she carry my baby and such!"

I was taken aback by her words but didn't fully believe them. From what I gathered Nora was often confused in this house.