Evan Peters Imagines

Tate Langdon

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You woke up screaming. The nightmares had happened again.
"It isn't real. It isn't. Relax". Tate said gently into your ear. You could feel yourself finally calming down from hyperventilating. You had had that nightmare once again. The one where what looks like demons, breaks into Tate's room, and shoots him.
"I know it is not, but it feels so real". You said while laying back down, from having sat up in chock and horror. Tate and yourself were laying in his room. It had to be at least 2 o'clock in the morning, but the curtains were closed so you couldn't really tell.
"I'm just wondering". You whispered through the dark.
"Wondering what"?. He whispered back softly.
"How long it will take my brain to realise it isn't real". You had been laying on your back, but decided to roll onto your side. Positioning yourself closer to Tate.
Tate must've gotten the same idea, as he rolled onto his side as well and let his arm around you. "You are too young to fear the dying this much"
"I'm not afraid to die, but I don't want to. Yet I keep seeing you die, and that I am terribly afraid of".
"Tell me about this nightmare. How do I die"? Tate had somehow moved even closer to you. You could feel the warmth of his breath on your nose.
"You get shot. Fifteen times in the chest. I know because I count them every time I dream it".
"I will happily let you know, that I'm not about to die, any time soon". You looked at Tate through the darkness, and couldn't help but wonder who must have blessed you with this dork? He was more than you had ever needed. It felt like he was eternally better than you, and yet he had chosen you in the end.
"Thanks". You smiled, and you could sense that so did he.
"Sometimes you are so quiet I forget that you are suffering this much". You could feel his hand squeezing your arm, before wrapping back around you again.
"You're so poetic, Tate".
"And you love it! And I can continue. Like have I ever told you that you're so artistic. Painting smiles on my face everyday". You could once again feel his breathing on your nose, before you felt him gently kiss it.
"Oh Tate you fill my lounges with air"! You laughed out. You felt nervous once again, but this time around it was the good kind of nervous. The kind the sends shivers and tickles through your body, leaving it feel electric.
He laughed out. "Try again. On a more serious note, I want you to remember this, remember, that no matter what happens. I do, I did, and I will always love you. And I stick to my word".
"When I'm in your arms I feel the best".
"Then let us stay here for a while".