Evan Peters Imagines

Tate Langdon

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Triggers: death, sexual ideations

You walked past the swat team, looking down at Tate's body. His eyes were glued to the closet, his chest filled with holes. His mother was standing in the door, crying. She looked at your body in the closet and fell to the floor.
"Y/N."
You turned around and saw Tate. He was standing over his body. His eyes made contact with yours.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't want you to get hurt and now look, we're both dead. I wanted you to fall in love, get married, have children and forget about me."
He sat on his bed, tears welling in his eyes. He kept staring at your body. You sat next to him, grabbing his hand and tangling your fingers with his. You put his head on your shoulder and kissed the top.
"In the library, I knew I should have hated you. I should have been scared. But I knew it wasn't you. You and I were book worms. We spent all our time researching birds and laughing and ignoring the assholes at school but it never got bad enough for either of us to snap. Your eyes, they looked empty. They weren't the eyes I loved to stare at. They looked soulless. Something happened to you, Tate. I don't know what, but something got inside you and made you go crazy."
A voice came behind the two of you, "You're right." Your heads turned and saw Moira, the housekeeper. Before you could question her, she spoke again. "Dear, I'm a ghost too. Once you die in this house, you never leave. This house makes the most sane before crazy. It's cursed."
"How could we see you if you are ghost?" You questioned.
"You can make yourself visible if you want to be seen, but you can stay invisible if you don't. I know the two of you need some time. I'll be downstairs when the two of you are ready to meet the others." She vanished.
You laughed and Tate looked at you, confused. "Others? How many people have died in the house?"
The coroner came in and looked at your bodies. He shook his head and lifted Tate into the bag, zipping it around and left.
Tate squeezed your hand and layed back on the bed. You curled your body up and nessled your head into his neck.
"I'll never forgive myself for getting you killed." Tate whispered in your ear.
You lifted your head up and replied, "You better not apologize forever. Like you think I could live without you? You're my only friend. I don't have a family. I wouldn't want to live without you. I'm glad I was here so I could be with you." You smiled and he kissed you. "I love you, Y/N."
The coroner came back in and kneeled next to your body. He smirked, pushing your hair out of your face, look down the shirt you were wearing.
"You've got to be kidding me. He's really peaking down a dead girls shirt?" You whispered with a disgust in your voice. The coroners hand went into your thigh and that was the pushing point.
You sat up and looked at Tate, "Let's see if we can have some fun." This was your chance to learn how to be a ghost.
Tate got up, his face was angry. "Let me do the honors." He stood behind the man, letting his anger build up before putting his hands around his neck. He pulled back and the man fell backwards. His head flipped around and saw nothing. You put yourself in front of him and made yourself visible just long enough to yell, "PIG!" He backed away as you disappeared. He look at your body, and shook his head. He quickly put your body in the bag and zipped it up. Tate appeared at the door as he left and said "Touch her again, and I'll kill you." And vanished. The color in his face drained and he ran, carefully making sure you body didn't move.
You jumped on the bed, laughing. "That was kinda fun!" Tate smiled at you, scaring the living would be your new enjoyment.
Tate crawled into the bed next to you. He pulled you into his arms and kissed your neck. "How sad is it we both died virgins?" You laughed and replied, "I wonder if ghosts can make love." You looked up at him, seductively.
"There's only one way to found out."