evan peters + ahs imagines

tate langdon: i promise

tw: mentions of depression but nothing bad really
word count: 954
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"y/n?" tate whispered shakily, searching for you.

not in the kitchen.

not in the living room.

not in the basement.

so, obviously the next step was to look in your bedroom upstairs.

"y/n?" he sniffed, slowly opening your door. you were fast asleep in your bed.

tate sighed, moving to come lay with you. he climbed in bed beside you, and your body kind of sensed that he was there so you moved in to his arms, hugging him as you slept.

he gently hugged you back, starting to cry. he tried his hardest to stay quiet but you were right there so you could hear him.

when tate heard a small groan, he knew he was waking you so he wiped his eyes and tried his best to hold it all in.

"tate?" you said, moving to online yourself with his face and placing a hand on his cheek in hopes of soothing him. "you alright?"

he shook his head. "sorry, i just wanted to lay with you."

you brushed your thumb over the tear stains on his face. as you did this, tate's lip started to quiver and you knew he was going to cry.

"come here." you said softly, pulling him to your chest and hugging his head.

tate began to cry, very quietly.

"i got you, it's okay."

"y/n." he started to sob. "i'm sorry it's all my fault."

"what?"

"i-its my fault you've been so sad."

"no, you make me happy." you said, and you truly meant it. he made you so so happy. "i promise."

"no, you don't get it." he cried.

you were confused but honesty just figured he was feeling insecure.

"i heard you're parents say they would've sold this house months ago if it weren't for you wanting to say because of me." he explained, crying and laying in my arms still.

"aren't you happy i stayed?"

"i am, but this house. it's bad for you, y/n. it's why you've been so sad."

you didn't understand, so you just took a deep breath and kissed his head.

"tate your okay. i'm here."

tate wiped his eyes and started to pull away from you.

"we have to break up."

your heart shattered. it was clear from tate's face that he didn't want to break up, so why was he doing this?

"what?" you whimpered, sitting up.

"s-so you can leave."

"no, tate. i don't want to leave."

"so that you can be happy.."

tate was holding in tears and starting to leave the room. you got out of bed and grabbed his hand right before he could open the door to leave.

"no, please tate." you started to cry.

he pulled you into a hug, still holding back his tears.

"i love you." tate whispered.

"then why are you doing this to me?"

he held my head close to his chest, kissing it every chance he got.

"because you need to leave." he told me.

"i love you, tate. please don't go."

"it'll be okay, i love you." he said, pulling away as tears fell from his sad eyes.

you were mad, and so sad. you truly didn't want to leave, you liked it here.

his hand was no longer touching yours and he was gone.

you sat at the end of your bed, sobbing for what felt like days.

however, it was only a few hours.

tate went up to the attic to cry as well. he thought that if he broke up with you, you'd leave and be happy. the house ruined him, and when he noticed you starting to seem sad he worried that the house would ruin you as well.

he passed out asleep, hurting from all his crying. little did he know, you did the exact same thing.

when you woke up, you remembered what had happened the last night.

"tate?" you whispered, praying that he was watching you.

he wasn't.

you knew if he wasn't watching you, he'd be in the attic or basement so you first checked the basement. he wasn't there.

there he was, asleep in the attic.

"tate.."

you tapped him softly until he woke up.

"y/n? what are you doing?"

he sat up, just as you were.

looking at his face made you want to cry, and this all made him want to cry too. he noticed the softness of your eyes and the watery look they had. he pulled you into a hug, just so lovingly.

"i just want you to be happy." he whispered into your ear.

you felt an overwhelming wave of sadness, and numb tears fell from your eyes as you hugged him back.

"i like it here, tate."

"do you? or do you just love me?"

"i do. i like this house, it's cool. i like the beach and the weather. but you're my biggest reason to stay here, i love you."

"you know this house is dangerous."

"please tate, your all i have." you sobbed.

"i know, your all i have too."

he stroked your hair, starting to cry as he did.

"i'm sorry i hurt you, i just want you to be happy. this house ruined me, i don't want it to ruin you too."

you nodded, rubbing his back to soothe him.

"i cant leave you tate, you're the only person i've ever loved."

"come here." he said, letting go so he could lay down onto the small bed in the attic.

you curled up with him, just taking in his presence.

"just promise me you'll go if this house starts to act on you."

"i promise." you whispered, kissing him.