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Tate, don't tell them

Tate x ftm! Reader

smut

All I did in this was redo violet story of how she died and made it more non suicidal

Reader POV
Me and my family got this cool house in California. It's creepy but the price got my parents dream. I sit on my bed and open my phone, my friend called me.

I called him back "sup, bitch" he answered "let me guess" I sighed at his use of words "parents ain't home?" he chuckled at my assumption "yes, did you get to Cali? " I sighed as I put my stuff up "yes, boring house got to say" I felt something cold enter the room but I ignored it.

There was a pause before he started talking "so, did your therapist prescribe you with anything? " he asked "pills, schizophrenia and anti depressions" I pick up the bottles on my desk.

"They still think being trans is a fucking illness" he sighed "I know how you feel" I mumbled into the phone, not trying have someone hear it.

We talk for a while about people and school as the cold air kept returning randomly when I was unpacking. "I got to go" my friend said "sure, I'm keep unpacking" I chuckle before hanging up.

I turned around to put my phone down on my desk before seeing a boy "what the fu-" I paused as he looked at me with his brown eyes that sparkled "what the fuck are you doing in my room? " he looked at my CD's.

"Nothing, I'm Tate" he held out his hand "well Tate, what the hell are you doing in my room? " I asked again "I live next door, I used to live in this bedroom" I grabbed some of my clothes and put them on my bed "you used to, now get out" I demanded.

I wanted to keep him here since he was cute but I remember he broke into my house "fine" he said before walking out my bedroom door.

Time passes to few months

This house is a fucking nightmare and a dream, but it's all my parents can afford right now.

I wake up for school and take my pills, schizophrenia pills taste sweeter than normal but I ignore it. I continue my morning by taking a shower before I felt pain in my stomach "ouch... " I mumbled before Tate appeared "are you okay? " he asked.

I turned to him and his beautiful face "yeah, my stomach hurts" I admit, another pain emerge from my chest but this one was worse "what the fuck? " I said as I walked out of the bathroom and to my parents room, forgetting Tate.

"I'm not going to school" I told my mom "why not? " she asked "my body hurts so bad" I said as I groaned "do you need to go to the hospital? " she joked "no" I walked to my bedroom and fell on the bed.

I fell asleep but didn't wake up until nighttime, I looked up to see Tate crying "why are you crying? " I asked, he looked at me and then down to a specific place "..crying is a stress reliever" he said as he wiped his tears off.

"Cool" he looked at me "don't go to school tomorrow" he looked me dead in the eyes "something bad is happening" he warned "okay" I ignored the feeling I was getting from him and slept again.

Next day, I wake up to hear footsteps in an empty house "who-" I closed my mouth as I knew it would be stupid if I asked. I decided today to put on my binder that my friend got me.

I put it on before hearing the door open, "hey, baby girl" I cringed at the word as Tate begins to mess with my CD's "right here, not my boyfriend " I mumbled from the bathroom as I put on my shirt.

He hugs me making me scared to feel my binder. We didn't do much but talk for a while and I felt comfortable with him around.

He looked at my clock "oh shit, I need to leave" he said before getting up "why? " I said as I felt my binder got tight, I shouldn't have put it on that tight.