Evan Peters Imagines

Tate Langdon

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Warnings: Mentions of abuse and self-harm

You finished applying the last bit of makeup against your skin grazing your wrist lightly with a makeup sponge. You jumped upon hearing a familiar voice say your name. You quickly put the sponge down turning to face the owner of the lovely voice.
"Whatcha up to?" Tate looked at your wrist curiously with his soft eyes. Your gaze dropped to the floor, unable to lie with his eyes locked on yours.
"I was just testing out my new makeup" you quickly lied walking away from your makeup desk towards your bed. You climbed into it laying on your side as you watched Tate waltz over to the bed. He sat on the edge staring at you intently, as if he knew something. Which he did.
"You're lying, I can tell. What were you really doing?" he asked his expression still soft, but his voice firm.
"Tate," you started trying to come up with an excuse or a detour away from the question.
"(Y/N), please. You don't need to lie to me. Were you covering up cuts? Please tell me you're not cutting yourself." he waited for your answer his soft expression becoming a more melancholy gaze.
"No, no Tate. I'm not hurting myself. It's more like, someone is hurting me. I was covering up bruises." you mouth spilled out the words like poison. You watched Tate tense up.
"Who's hurting you (Y/N), tell me." he demanded. You sat up facing Tate rubbing your hands in anxiety.
"Tate, please. It's fine, don't." before you could continue you watched as Tate stood up his, he balled up his fists and furrowed his eyebrows together in an angry almost intimidating stare.
"Tell me! I don't want anyone hurting you! I don't want to lose you!" he basically shouted. You felt tears begin to spill from your eyes, you couldn't stop them. Tate watched the tears spill from your eyes. He quickly sat back down and held you close rocking you back and forth. "Tate, it's my stepdad. My stepdad, when he get drunk he hurts me." you sobbed into his shoulder. "It's been like this for years, I'm so tired Tate." you felt Tate's lips against your forehead.
"I'll protect you (Y/N), I promise you. I'll be your guardian angel." Tate reassured you placing his hands on either side of your cheeks watching your eyes dance with his. "I don't want anyone to hurt you." he held you close once again.