{American Horror Story}
{don't die on me - Tate Langdon X reader}
Tears matted his blonde hair to his sweaty forehead, eyes red from crying. He was yelling and screaming, dragging you across the house.
"Don't you die on me (Y/N)! DON'T YOU DIE ON ME."
He picked you up and sat in the shower, placing you gently atop him. He tried to wipe away the tears from his eyes, but more confined to flow and he decided there was no use.
"DONT DIE." He kept yelling. He turned on the shower, and the cold water hit your face immediately. His sobbing a grew louder and he stuck two fingers inside your mouth, to make you gag.
You sit up straight, vomiting into the tub, whatever drug you had left in your digestive track. He kept on sobbing, and you started crying as well. You let everything get to you, the recent events of course.
He started to kiss your neck continuously, as a way to assure you, to comfort you. He used his hand to tilt your neck towards him.
"Tate... I just... I can't." You sobbed out. Tate was crying again, wrapping him arms around you as he kissed you fully on the lips, mostly to reassure himself that you were ok.
"Hey, Hey, Hey, " he kept saying, kissing you on the nose everytime he said 'Hey'.
"I'm right here, everything's ok, it's ok." He says. You turns around completely in the bath tub, placing your legs on either side of his body, so you are positioned on his lap.
He cries even harder when he sees your red puffy eyes and swollen face. He hugs you, tighter than before, and you rested his head on his shoulder. You too decided to stay there for a while, before kissing again.
But this time, it wasn't a reassurance kiss. It was passionate, heated, and full of lust and want. He had grabbed your hips towards him, and started to peck at your neck, leaving a trail of hickies down the left side. He brushed the hair out of your face, and forced his lips onto yours. You bit his bottom lip, and he moaned in return. He slid his tongue into your mouth, exploring every part of it. He held your face closer to him to deepen the kiss.
Yu pulled away for a second.
"Tate..." you murmured against his lips. But he silenced you and kissed you hungrily a second time.
Then you actually pulled away, the research hitting you.
"I'm sorry Tate, I can't." You say, and scramble out of the bath tub into your room,leaving a sad and depressed Tate Langdon.
