Evan Peters Drabbles

Forever (Tate Langdon [AHS] x OFC)

REQUESTED: Tate & I; I die in the house & it's all sad & fluffy but then it turns into us being happy together forever with smut & stuff?

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She looked at her reflection in the mirror, all her insecurities flashing before her eyes. She could immediately pin-point every single miniscule flaw on her face & body, but it didn't stop there. She saw all her metaphysical flaws, too: her awkwardness, her coyness, her lack of self-confidence. She was a walking travesty, a mess of insecurities.

But not to Tate.

To Tate, she was the most beautiful girl in the whole world. She was as sweet as sugar, had enough empathy for the whole world, & possessed a heart of pure gold. He loved her more than anything & anyone else in this world, but she didn't see it that way. She saw herself in a much darker light than Tate did.

This was one of the many reasons she had currently locked herself in her bathroom, holding a now empty bottle of her depression medication. Tate didn't dare disturb her when she was in the bathroom, so she knew it would be the best place. She had written a cryptic message on her chalk board for Tate & locked herself in the bathroom before consuming each capsule that had been in her prescribed bottle. It had only been a few minutes since she overdosed on her medication, but she could already feel the effects. She was incredibly tired & struggled to keep her eyelids open. Her back pressed against the side of the bath tub as she let her eyes close. The bright lights of her bathroom slowly dimmed, shifting from white to pitch black.

She was only in the darkness for a few minutes before she woke up, fully clothed & soaking wet, "Don't you die on me, Mercy!" she heard his desperate cries as her consciousness slowly returned. Her eyes shot open, finding herself sitting on the floor of the bath tub with Tate holding her from behind & the shower beating down on her face. Tate immediately pulled her into hug when he saw her move, but he continued to sob. She returned his embrace, confused.

"Tate? What's going on?" she questioned, entirely confused.

He sniffled, tears still streaming down his face as he looked at her, "You died, Mercy. I couldn't save you," he sobbed.

She gently cupped his face, "I didn't want to be saved," he wiped his nose with the wet sleeve of his sweater & she kissed his lips softly, "Can you please shut off the water? I'm freezing," he sniffled & nodded, carefully turning off the water. She gently laid her head against his chest, cuddling into him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

Dying wasn't exactly what she expected. Everything wasn't pitch black & her soul didn't leave her body. Instead, her soul was trapped forever in the Murder House, with Tate. In all honesty, that was a better version of Heaven than the one she had pictured, but something was still unsettling.

She was dead on the inside, too.

She had always hoped & believed that when she died, she wouldn't feel the pain anymore, & in that retrospect, she was correct; however, she wasn't just painless. She was completely emotionless, empty, & that was a worse feeling, even more so than pain. With pain, she at least felt something that reminded her she was alive, but now, she was emotionless, & her liveliness was gone, permanent reminders that she was no longer alive.

"I can't feel," she mumbled to herself, "I can't feel anything."

Tate kissed her head & hugged her tighter, "Isn't that what you wanted? To not feel the pain anymore?"

"It is," she admitted, "but I didn't want to feel nothing."

He sighed against her wet hair, "I'm sorry."

She sat up, looking at her boyfriend, "Make me feel something, anything," she pleaded.

He sighed, "I don't know if I can. I couldn't feel, either for decades, until I met you."

"Yeah, but you said that you fell in love with me, that I made you feel again," she grabbed his hand, "Please, just try?" he watched her for a moment, his dead, unbeating heart physically didn't move, but Tate swore he felt it swell with love. He cupped her face with one hand & watched her for a moment before pulling her into a kiss. She eagerly returned the kiss, leaning into his touch. He pulled her closer as he deepened the kiss, his hands falling to her waist. She let her fingers run through his hair, kissing him feverishly.

Tate pulled away, pressing his forehead against hers, "Mercy," he whispered her name as if it were a secret that he wanted to keep all to himself, "is it working?"

She sighed, "Not really," he pouted slightly & immediately began kissing her again. She returned all his kisses, all his touches, but still, nothing. She didn't feel anything at all.

"Anything?" he asked. She simply shook her head.

He frowned, "I'm so sorry, Mercy," he pulled her into him once more, hugging her close. She returned his embrace & for a while, all was silent. Tate was utilizing the silence to think of ways to help his girlfriend gain her emotions back, but he just kept drawing a blank. Eventually, he got an idea, but he wasn't sure she would go along with it. He pressed his lips against her ear & whispered, "Will you let me show you how much I love you?" she shivered softly at the warmth of his breath against her cold skin, but nodded.

Tate carefully got up, pulling her up with him. He let her go & began removing his wet clothing, wrapping himself in a towel. Mercy followed suit, holding a towel close to her body. Tate gently grabbed her hand & led her back into her bedroom. She realized where this was going & her skin began to crawl with goosebumps in excitement. Was she feeling nervous? She wasn't sure, but she was glad to see that she could already be beginning to feel again before Tate even began his next attempt.

Tate let his towel drop to the floor before he gently towered over her. She bit her lip as she watched him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He looked at her lovingly, those deep, brown eyes making her insides melt. He leaned down to kiss her, letting his hands reach to undo the towel. He slowly pulled it away, exposing her to him. His hands gently brushed against her torso, his fingers tracing her skin. The cool metal of his ring pressed against her with each touch, making her shiver slightly. He took his time as he gently caressed her, locking every single touch into his memory. Tate wanted this moment to be loving & sweet, hoping his physical affection would be enough to bring her back to life.

His kisses became more desperate as he pressed himself against her & she groaned a bit in response. He reached down & wrapped her legs around his waist, asking her for permission by gazing into her eyes. She gazed back, offering a curt nod as he response & that was he needed. She arched her back as he proceeded, her nails digging into his shoulders. He gave her a few moments to relax before he started up a steady pace, pressing feverish kisses to her lips. She kissed him back as they moved in sync with each other, his pace getting quicker. She bit his lip gently as she could sense her peak nearing, pulling him closer. Her nails dug harshly into his shoulder blades, her lips unapologetically refusing to disconnect with his. After a few "I love you"s were uttered & exclamations of their names, they came to a halt, Tate falling to her side. He reached over & pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her temple as he pulled the blanket over them.

Their breathing was heavy as he spoke, "Did it work?"

She smiled up at him, "I feel...happy," he sighed with major relief as he hugged her tighter.

"It's a start," he said, "but I'm going to make sure that you feel all the things you make me feel," he reached for her hand & interlocked their fingers, "even if it takes an eternity."

She smiled, "What's the rush? We have forever," she said as she laid her head on his chest.

"Forever," he promised, rubbing her back gently as she relaxed into him.

A/N: This is dedicated to theghostofmercy. Thank you for the request! Hope you liked it 💚