evan peters + ahs imagines

tate langdon: broken trust

"hi, baby." tate whispered softly in my ear, coming up behind me as i worked on my homework. his hands were on my shoulders and he kissed the side of my head.

tate was 100% trying to be loving and sweet, so i'm not sure why i reacted the way i did.

i smiled softly for a second before becoming annoyed .

"i'm trying to do my homework, tate."

"what are you working on?" he asked.

"will you just go? please?"

tate wasn't expecting that out of me, but he let go of me and pulled back.

"everything okay?" he asked, worried that maybe i had had a bad day.

"just go."

his heart kind of just, and he wanted to know what was wrong or if i was mad at him desperately but he listened and started to walk out of my bedroom.

"ugh!" i groaned, knocking my stuff off of my desk. "you always come in unannounced, you're so fucking annoying!"

i shouted at him. i'm not even sure why i snapped at him in the first place.

"okay, i'm sorry." he said, kind of hurt as he was just trying to be nice. those words i shouted at him did hurt though, he hated being them. "i'm going."

"good. fuck off."

he was so so confused, which actually really upset him. he wasn't sure why i was so mad at him and he hated getting yelled at.

not long after, i was left thinking and feeling guilt about yelling at tate. i felt pretty bad but i felt like it wasn't right for me to immediately go bother him and look for him just after telling him to go away.

i waited a while, two hours maybe.

tate was pretty upset, and just so nervous. he was scared that he had done something to upset or hurt me and that why i had screamed at him.

"tate?" i whispered, kind of ashamed as i searched for him around the house.

"tate i'm sorry. can we talk?"

i made my way down and through the basement, he wasn't there. the only other place he could be is the attic.

tate usually hid in the attic when he was upset, so i knew i had some apologizing to do.

"tate, it's me. can we talk?" i said softly, walking into the attic.

tate was sitting on the floor, messing with his deck of cards. i could see the slight shake in his hand but other then that he seemed fine.

i sat in front of him.

"i'm sorry."

"that's okay, i'm sorry too."

"don't be sorry, tate. you didn't do anything." i said.

"i'm a little too attached and i shouldn't just come and mess with you like that. i'm sorry. i didn't mean to upset you."

"no i'm serious it's fine. that's why i'm apologizing. i was really mean to you. i'm sorry." i told him, grabbing ahold of his hand. "i shouldn't have yelled at you. you didn't do anything wrong."

he lightly pulled me into his chest and hugged me close. i hugged him back.

"we're okay?" he asked me.

"yeah, we're okay."

i placed my hand on the side of his face and kissed him.

you'd think things would've gone back to normal after that, but it didn't. tate was too afraid of me getting mad at him or me calling him annoying so he no longer just came to find me anymore.

he hated that, but he thought i needed time. and a week later, he was still avoiding coming up to me out of random.

"tate? i haven't seen you all day. what's up?" i said, sitting beside him out on the bricks outside.

even when tate was struggling and desperate for my love and comfort, he didn't come find me.

"hey, i missed you today."

"why didn't you come find me?"

he shrugged.

"tate?"

"what?" he said.

"are you mad or is something wrong?"

"no, i'm not." he replied, getting up and kissing my forehead. "i'm okay. i got to go."

most nights, he would sleep in my bed with me. but he hasn't in a week. he hasn't stepped foot into my room in a week.

i missed going to sleep at night with him right there with me. i really missed it. but i also wanted to know why he wasn't coming to sleep with me anymore.

i went up to the attic, where his room was at around one in the morning. i figured we could just sleep together in his bed tonight.

"tate? you up?" i whispered, walking into his "room".

he was fast asleep in his bed, though. he looked so
peaceful and cute.

i climbed into bed next to him, hugging him lightly from behind and placing a very light kiss on his back.

he had a black t-shirt on and grey sweatpants.

tate awoke to the feeling of me in bed with him, and slowly turned around to hug me. he missed the feeling of sleeping with me at night.

as soon as his arms wrapped around me, he broke out into a soft sob.

i was confused and worried for him when i felt him crying.

"tate? what's wrong?" i cooed, still hugging him.

"i-i'm sorry." he mumbled.

i moved up to be in line with his face and hold his face.

"hey, it's okay." i cooed, "what's going on?"

he wiped his tears off his face and took a deep breath.

"i'm sorry, i just missed you and sleeping with you at night. i missed you so much."

"you know you can just come sleep with me whenever, right?"

"i don't want to annoy you."

"oh." it hit me. i finally got what this was all about this past week. "tate, i said that we're okay."

"i know." he said, "you also said that you hate when i come up on you and that i'm annoying."

i sighed.

"i'm really sorry."

"it's okay, i just want you to be happy and have your space if you need it."

i didn't want to argue with him, or make him upset or anything so i just kissed the dried up tear on his face before hugging him.

"we're okay." i said, "i mean it. one hundred percent."

"okay." he hugged me back, resting his head down on the pillow.

"you can come sleep with me whenever." i said, "i'm sorry for breaking your trust tate."

he kissed my head.

"i love you."

"i love you too."

soon enough we fell fast asleep in eachothers arms, we slept better then we have slept in weeks.