clingy ghost problems - tate langdon ── .✦
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content: angst-tinged fluff, needy!Tate, established relationship, soft possessiveness, clingy behavior, oblivious reader
He’s been following you around the house for the last thirty-five minutes.
Not saying much.
Just… hovering.
Like a shadow with feelings. A blond, emotionally repressed, slightly murderous shadow who wants nothing more than to be held.
But you don’t seem to notice. You’re distracted — phone in hand, laundry on your arm, a playlist going, talking about some new show you started. And Tate? He’s just there. Watching. Waiting.
He bumps into you in the hallway. You laugh. “What are you doing?”
“Walking,” he says flatly. “Same direction as you.”
In the kitchen, he opens the fridge after you and closes it without taking anything. Then he sits at the table and stares at you while you scroll. You glance up and smile at him.
His fingers twitch. His heart’s heavy. His mouth wants to say come here but something inside him makes it stick to his tongue instead. So he watches. Quiet. Frustrated.
Eventually, you get up to go do something else. Probably nothing important. But you walk right past him. Again. No hug. No lap time. No couch cuddles. And it’s killing him.
He lets out a dramatic sigh and flops back into the chair.
“Are you mad at me or something?”
You pause at the door. Turn. “What?”
He shrugs, not looking at you. “You haven’t touched me all day.”
Your brows raise, caught off guard. “Tate— I’m not mad at you.”
“You sure?” he mumbles. “Because it kinda feels like you’re punishing me.”
You blink at him. “Baby. What are you talking about?”
He finally looks up. Eyes big, lashes dark, mouth all pout.
“I just… I want you to cuddle me,” he says, voice quiet and sharp like a paper cut. “You haven’t even looked at me like you missed me today.”
You cross the room in two steps, heart cracking.
“Oh, Tate,” you whisper. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know— I wasn’t ignoring you, I swear.”
He doesn’t say anything as you wrap your arms around his shoulders — but the way he melts into you instantly tells you everything.
“I just want you to need me like I need you,” he says into your neck. “Even when I’m annoying. Even when I’m too much.”
“You’re not too much,” you say, running your fingers through his hair. “You’re just... very Tate.”
He lets out a tiny laugh, and you press your lips to his temple.
You pull him to the couch after that, curl up with him tangled all around you like ivy. He clings like he’s afraid you’ll vanish again.
Not for the rest of the day.
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