Twinss

Twinss 🤞🤞🤞

"Cause' you got the blonde long hair, black t shirt ,and pussey powers and i got the short hair, the kinks shirt and depression power" (😭)

Me and twin

@mooniehoneyrey is violet 😜 cuz uh.... I get pussy power privileges

Moodboard for my moot @cxndiedvi0lets 🖤🖤🖤

meant to be ᰔ .ᐟ

pairing ; tate langdon x f!reader

note ; thank you all for voting on the poll, i hope you like this fic 𖹭 - i will make fics of the others on the poll, just not at the moment.

synopsis ; you befriend and begin to catch feelings for the ghost that is trapped in your house. (fluff)

you were moving to a new house, you were dreading it but you knew there was no avoiding it. you had so many complaints but for the sake of yours and everyone else's sanity, you decided to suck it up.

you were laying on your new bed, reading a book you had recently bought until you heard a noise. being the curious person you were, you decided to investigate - assuming that it was either your imagination or something insignificant.

to your surprise, it was an unfamiliar doe-eyed boy and he stared right back at you, closed lip smile.

you froze and stared at him in shock.

"you know, it's rude to stare." he remarked teasingly.

"who are you?" you questioned. it was your first day at this house and someone broke in.

"i'm tate, i live next door." he smiled, making a pointing gesture to his house.

you smiled back at him with unease, the situation was odd, but god was he cute. regardless, you introduced yourself and got a smile in return.

this interaction formed a friendship between you and tate. from learning about your music tastes to sharing your deepest darkest secrets knowing it'd be safe with the other. soon enough, tate became the best friend you never had and secretly you hoped he'd become the boyfriend you'd always wanted. though you didn't want to ruin what just began. he brought light during times of your misery.

the main conflict you faced when it came to liking tate was that he was a ghost. you learned that he in fact did not live next door, instead he was eternally trapped in your house.

you were hanging out with him when it occurred to you, would learning the truth earlier have changed the severity of your feelings? this made you want to bombard him with questions.

"why didn't you tell me sooner?" you asked.

"what did you want me to say? hi, i'm tate, i'm dead, wanna hook up?" he smiled.

you were caught off guard, though it wasn't the first time that he flirted with you. you were just afraid that it wasn't genuine and out of boredom.

this time it did not stop you from replying with the same demeanor; "exactly. that would've worked on me."

"oh yeah?" he hummed, inching closer.

your faces were now centimeters apart, tension filling the room but there was not long until it was interrupted by tates lips crashing against yours, you both closed your eyes in the embrace. this was exactly how the media described the perfect kiss.

he pulled away momentarily, to your concern. but his hands remained on your waist.

"what's wrong?" you asked, worriedly.

"you're so beautiful." he commented, admiring your features. the grip on your waist getting softer. he seemed so genuine, basically confirming that he felt the same way that you did.

you smiled, burning up in embarrassment and once again your lips gravitated towards each other as if it was instinct. it was like he was the only puzzle piece in this vast world that fit. it was like you guys were meant to be.

xoxo, lisboncy ֶָ֢

(This is how i'm feeling while i'm trying to avoid everything)

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