Evan Peters Drabbles

Runaways (Tate Langdon [AHS] x Reader)

REQUESTED: Tate has had a crush on this girl since middle school. They were great friends, even though she was popular & stuff. She & Tate date for a long time until Tate starts to get bad & pushes her away completely because he didn't want to hurt her. She's heartbroken because he was her first love. The day of the massacre, she was in the library & the last one alive. Tate & her finally meet for the first time in a long time?

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Your mind had always been flooded with happy memories that you shared with your first love, Tate. Even after he broke up with you & broke your heart, you held nothing but love & happiness for him & all the great times you had together, as short as they seemed to have lasted.

You knew each other since you were in middle school. Back then, Tate was the shy, nerdy type: not talking to people & always reading something, either poetry or lyrics. He tended to sit by himself outside & in the library, seeming to ignore the rest of the world as he drifted off into one of his own, full of bliss & peace. He was always wearing a huge cardigan or flannel, his blonde hair constantly in his face. His intelligence was evident, especially in English, his strongest subject. Although he was quiet, he had the ability to captivate the entire room with just one sentence. He was so poetic & tactful with his words, making sure each syllable he enunciated was correct before he spoke. There was a passionate eloquence in his speech & writing so strong that it could catch anyone off-guard, even the students that bullied him. He was a strong, smart, & beautiful kid & you couldn't help but fall for him & his irrevocable charm.

You, on the other hand, were a bit more popular. Everyone in your grade knew you & talked to you because you were incredibly kind & friendly, especially to Tate. The two of you began hanging out together when he caught you wearing a Nirvana shirt. Tate went off on an excited tangent about how "Kurt is a fucking god" & that he really hoped he would grow up to be half as talented & wonderful as him. This seemingly silly conversation was what sparked something between you two, & would evidently lead to an inseparable bond. Even though Tate wasn't as well liked as you, you still became very good friends with him, which turned into something more around the time high school started.

You officially got together the summer before high school began & dated for three years. Your relationship had a major impact on the both of you, considering you were both falling hard for one another, but it would ultimately be that irrevocable love you shared for each other that would result in your break-up. Tate cared about you so much that he didn't want to hurt you & he knew he could. The voices became stronger as he got older & as high school dragged on, he began to behave violently. Never around you, but it still worried & scared him because he knew the dangers he was capable of. So, the only right thing he felt needed to be done was to end your relationship with him.

You both took it really hard, especially Tate. He was so helpless & lost without you. The voices returned & his violence escalated, along with his violent episodes. He started hurting himself in order to keep him from hurting others, or more specifically, from hurting you. You were the only person he truly loved & cared about, aside from his sister, Addy, & now that you were gone, he didn't know what to do.

The healing process was essentially non-existent for both of you. The wounds reopened constantly, either from a simple slip of the thought to a quick glance in the hallway. Neither of your hearts would allow themselves to be repaired, partially because the wounds just hurt too much to be stitched up, but it was mostly because of your overwhelming masochism that made you both torture yourselves with heartbreak.

Senior year flew past you, mostly as a blur, & before you knew it, there was only a month left before you graduated. You couldn't wait to leave Westfield & say good-bye to all the assholes you had the displeasure of dealing with for the past four years. You weren't going to miss any of them, but you were going to miss Tate. It had been over a year since you broke up, but you still weren't over it & neither was Tate. Whenever he saw you in the halls, his heart would ache & he'd start to cry. Whenever you saw him, you had to muster up all your strength just to avoid his eyes & gaze.