Tate x Reader I Think I Like It Here..

Chapters One

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Music played through my head phones as my parents drove. I was sitting in the back looking out the window. My parents have been looking at a house in California after my older brother, Griffen died last year. I felt a tap on my knee I looked up and saw my mom looking at me with a smile. I took out my head phones "are you excited? We are almost there!" She said "yeah, I call the master bedroom." I said with a goofy smile. My dad laughed "As if. You can have the closet in our room." I rolled my eyes "ha ha" I turned off my phone and talked with my parents for the rest of the drive.

When we got there the house was really big, made out of brick. Something about it gave me the chills. I kinda liked it. In front of the door was a woman with ¿ginger? Hair and a uneasy smile, she looked rather nervous. We all got out of my dads car and walked to the house.

"You must be the (y/l/n)'s." My mom smiled and shook the woman's hand "yes, I'm Alice and you must be Marcy" the woman nodded letting go of my moms hand My dad then shook her hand " uh, Jonathan. That one is (y/n)" I smiled awkwardly zoning out of the conversation as we walked in the house and Marcy pointed out things. This house is so nice yet so cheap. "So, who died in here?" My dad asked seeming to wonder the same thing as me. "What?" Marcy asked nervously. To which I quickly responded with "a house as nice as this can't be this cheap unless there are serious problems or it's haunted."

I always have been intrigued in paranormal things and ghosts. Stuff like that. Yet it makes my brain hurt wondering if there is life after death or not. I believe there is.

Marcy nodded glancing at me. "Yes, the previous owners did die in here. The wife died during labor and the husband killed committed suicide. Hung himself of the second story." She looked up at the staircase before continuing. "I sold them this house, I've adopted their dog, Hallie. But it's not haunted that's absurd."

"Well at least they weren't murdered. The story is quite sweet." My mom smiled grabbing my dads arm softly. Marcy nodded slowly "shall we continue?" We followed her through the house finishing the tour.

My parents ended up settling on this place. I'm really glad I like it a lot it's beautiful. My room is big and there is a creepy basement. Some key essential things you need in a house. But the feeling the house gave me was wonderful. It felt like the house it's self has a soul, it's welcoming.

I began to bring boxes into my new room, unpacking, and decorating. I was putting some of my cds albums and records on a bookshelf. I was putting a Ramones disc away when I heard a man's voice "She loved that album." I quickly turned around grabbing a book ready to throw it."who the hell are you!" The boy had blonde messy hair and big brown eyes. "My name is, Tate. What's yours?" I was flabbergasted "what the fuck are you doing in my house?" He leaned against the door frame "you never answered my question." I placed the book down "(y/n). Why are you in my room" The boy sighed, his eyes wondering to the bed"this used to be her room." I squinted at him "I don't know who you are talking about." His eyes snapped from the bed to then look into mine "are you going to stay here? The last people who tried to move in left the next day." I slightly relaxed "I don't know, I hope so. My parents seem to really like it. I really like- okay wait you- you need to leave. Why are you even here?" He was looking around the room with a longing look in his eyes. Almost sadness. Idfk. "I um I live in the neighborhood." He said sounding almost like he wasn't paying any attention to what I was saying. He kept zoning off. "Okayy... Well I'm not trying to be a dick but you should really leave. I need to finish getting packed and if you want to hang out later thats fine but you can't be here right now." His eyes locked with mine once again "okay." He walked out of the room.

I did a little bit more unpacking before I went downstairs to eat dinner. Me and my parents talked about the house and what they want to get done to it. My dad is planning on making the office into a game room. He is such a loser. Watching soccer all the time. Every Friday he would invite his friends over to drink beer and watch the next game. He wants to put a ping-pong table in the house and get a new Playstation since our old one broke while moving. Me and him would play games together after I finished homework for the day. Me and my dad have always been extremely close. So have me and my mom. She thought me how to paint and draw and she introduced me to music and we bond over it. My parents are my best friends.

      After I ate I showered then went to sleep.

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A/N: This is my first story I have ever posted. It's probably gonna suck and I probably won't update a lot and I doubt anyone will read this but I am trying. Also in this the Harmons aren't gonna try to keep them out I hope that's fine. I also don't condone sexualizing murders but Tate isn't real and I know in any real life situation I could never forgive someone who did something like that but it's just fictional and I have a huge crush on Tate even tho he might be insane he is so cute and lowkey a sweetheart if he wasn't y'know a murderer and obsessed with Violet the way that he is. But if you put that aside I feel like he would just be a sweet protective boyfriend with attachment anxiety and I have attachment anxiety soooo yeah. Once again I do NOT support romanticizing murderers or bad people and that is not what I am trying to do so yeah okay bye okay I'm done BYE.