#tate langdon

[fear-is-truth]

[everythingispale]

Tate’s sweater from s1 ep2 “Home Invasion”

brand: banana republic, 2 alt colorways also exist

[lilalana96]

♱ 𝒫𝓊𝓂𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝓀𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓈 ♱

[bl0odguy]

" You know a good therapist? "

[lostreverb]

miserable crying boys!! i must hold them in my arms!!

[temporarywelcome]

12 Fics of Christmas Day 7 - Tate Langdon

"Stuffed Animal"

Words: 1k

Summary: Tate and reader go to a Westfield High winter event.

CONTENT WARNINGS: quick suggestive comment, alive!tate

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“...I don’t want to be here,” 

She rolled her eyes, giving her boyfriend a look as they stood hand-in-hand in the long line of Westfield High School students, “We just got on line,”

“There are a lot of people here,” Tate replied, looking down at his feet. He tried to give off a dark and mysterious vibe, always acting like the people around him were nuisances. When Y/N really got to know Tate though, she immediately found out it was a facade. He was a complete sweetheart, a sensitive guy. Yes, he did dislike most people, but she had a feeling it was for some underlying reason. 

With her, though, he was incredibly lovely. Always rushing to her side when she needed him, doing things some would deem strange just to make her smile. He knew her so well. 

“It’ll be fun, I promise,” Y/N told him gently, squeezing his hand. 

“The music is really loud,”

“You love loud music,” 

“This is different,” he pouted, shuffling with her as the line moved, “I can feel it in my ribs. And it’s Christmas music. I don’t like Christmas music,”

Tate was the average holiday enjoyer. He’ll watch a few Christmas movies, he’ll decorate a bit, will definitely make cookies if that meant eating them, small stuff like that. Fully engrossing himself in the holiday cheer was not his thing. He was only here for Y/N.

“Rockin’ around the Chrismas tree…” Y/N began to shout-sing, making him wince and pout further, “...at the Christmas party hop…” A few people around them began to sing as well, making Tate groan. 

“Can’t we just go back to your place and hang out?” he mumbled. He always preferred more quiet and intimate dates where it was just the two of them. 

“Babe,” she sighed, “This is only for three hours,” They were at their school’s annual Winter Wonderland, a simple, cute event with little activities. No big deal. 

He leaned forward, resting his head on her shoulder, “Three hours we could spend cuddling in bed,” 

Finally, they got to the front of the line and Tate handed over their tickets. Grinning, Y/N dragged him off to the first booth in the courtyard: hot cocoa!

“This is so cute!” she said excitedly, happily gazing along the courtyard. There were inflatable animals like polar bears and penguins wearing cute little scarves and hats, even fake snow being projected into the air, which Tate kept swatting at when it would get too close to his face. Taking out her disposable camera, she nudged him so he would look at her, “Photo?”

He immediately leaned forward and smiled for the camera. As annoyed as he was, he still wanted her to be happy. Y/N snapped the photo, giggling when he pressed a kiss to her cheek for another, which she took. 

“This hot cocoa better taste phenomenal,” he said, playfully poking her side as one of the volunteers poured him some in a small cup. 

Getting her cup, Y/N replied, “Be grateful,” Tate put a generous glob of whipped cream onto his drink before doing the same for her. “Thank you,” 

“Now what would you like to do?” he asked her before gently blowing on his drink. 

“Hmmmm,” she quickly scanned the courtyard again before her eyes lit up, pointing at a booth across from them, “Stuffed animals! Cmon cmon cmon cmon-”

Next thing he knew, he was being dragged off again, laughing at Y/N’s adorable excitement. “Slow down, we’re going to spill our drinks!”

With a groan, she slowed down to a normal walk before they were directly in front of the table, “Ah! We get to stuff them ourselves!”

A devious smirk appeared on Tate’s face, and she already knew a dirty joke was coming, “See, if we had stayed at your place, I’m sure I could have been stuffing something else-”

“-Must you always ruin the holiday magic by thinking with your dick?” she scoffed playfully, before looking back at the table. The volunteer, a teacher, was giving her a look. “Sorry,” 

Tate chuckled under his breath, draping an arm around Y/N’s waist as she carefully looked at every option. “How about we make one for each other?” he suggested. 

“Yes! Okay! I’ll make one for you!” she immediately agreed. 

The two of them began making their stuffed animals. Tate picked a husky for Y/N with a green and red scarf, grinning to himself as he grabbed the little heart to put inside. 

“Want to make a recording on it?” asked the volunteer, “So when she squeezes it, she’ll hear a message?”

When the two finished, Y/N proudly presented to him a siberian tiger with a little shirt: black with a guitar in the middle, “It’s so you,” she said proudly. 

Tate smiled as she handed it to him, giving him her own, “It is. This little guy definitely listens to Nirvana. I can smell the teen spirit,” 

“Me too!” she giggled, hugging the cat to her chest. She gasped when she heard a voice come from the small creature, “Oh! You recorded something?” she brought it to her ear, squeezing it again. 

Her eyes widen when she heard Tate’s voice come from it saying, “I love yooooou,”

“Did I hear right…?” she mumbled to herself, squeezing it again. Yes, she was right. He just said he loved her. Holy crap! “You… love me?” 

He nodded with a soft smile, dimples showing as he took her hand, “Yes, I do. A lot. I’ve known for a while now.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up, a huge grin appearing on her face, “I put a recording in yours too!”

“Yeah?” he squeezed the little tiger, hearing a familiar three words. Y/N’s voice, saying a confident, “I love you,”

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Tags: @envy-of-greed @loveofcherry @bohnerrific69

[fear-soda]

Helping my parents move boxes out of our old house and we're moving to some fuckass town with a population of 3 pigs, four mice, and 7 ghosts. This shit looks just like Woodsboro, I cannot make this up. This town looks like it stopped development after the 90s. Even the air quality is nostalgic.

[venusbyline]

i can fix him (no really i can)

[blac-ivy]

One thing golden era Wattpad writers had going for them was that they knew the importance of a buildup. I'm of the opinion that the sexual tension is WAY more satisfying to read than the actual sex and quite frankly there is a serious lack of non smutty writing.

Like I really miss reading fics/ x readers that start from scratch. Meeting the characters, initial reactions getting to know them, the tension the jealousy the TENSION the freaking tension.

Looking and looking away when they get spotted, touches that feel like they linger but perhaps they didn't and they're both so hot for each other that they think it's wishful thinking. And I don't mean just sweet sunshine romances, darker works can have a buildup too but it seems like so much is just about getting to the smut instead of the psychological aspect.

Bring back the build up!!!!!!!

[hellisagemini]

*being obsessed with fictional blonde psychopaths is a crime*

me:

[lu-luvslestat]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𝑖 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒.˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

♡*♡∞:｡.｡ 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢. ｡.｡:∞♡*♡

(last photo taken by me<33)

[s9fti3]

‘I can fix him!!’

Him in question;

[disgustinglyesoteric]

Guys will say "hear me out" then show you a picture of Angelina Jolie from 2005 while girls will say "hear me out" and then show you a picture of some fictional character who's a psychopath.

[redroses07]

real

[bl0odguy]