Tate x Reader

Tate x Reader
[This is set in the 90's]
[also some language]

(Name) walked down the hall, books in hand. She looked around and sighed deeply. It was close to homecoming and the jocks and cheerleaders were wearing their uniforms.

"Watch where you're going." A jock said as he pushed her out of the way, and of course right into someone's open locker.

She gasped as blood started to pour from a cut on her face; her hand rushing up to try and stop the bleeding.

"Oh god, are you alright?" Someone asked, resting a hand on her shoulder.

(Name) looked up and jumped slightly. "Tate! You scared me!" She slapped his chest lightly, but nodded. "Y-Yeah, I'm just bleeding."

Tate gently removed her hand from her head and softly started to inspect the cut. "Let's get you cleaned up." He told her, taking her hand in his as they walked into the bathroom. "Then I can find the ass who did this to you."

"Don't worry about who did it Tate. These kinds of jerks are everywhere right now." (Name) said, hissing when he started to clean the cut.

"But it's not fair that they can get away with this kind of stuff. This isn't the first time they've done this to you, and you don't even say anything!" Tate yelled, pulling away from (Name) as he slammed his fists up against the wall; his face red with rage.

She sighed and walked over to him, gently rubbing circles on his back. "It's alright Tate."

He turned around quickly, knocking her back slightly. "I don't understand! I just don't understand!" He yelled, tears forming in his eyes. "I don't understand." He was whispering, his eyes glued to the tile of the bathroom.

"What don't you undertand?" (Name) asked as she rested a hand on his shoulder. "You have to tell me, or we can't fix it."

Tate sniffled slightly and nodded. "I-I'm sorry.."

She gave him a soft smile as she grabbed his hand. "Please. You know you can tell me anything. And don't be sorry about anything, you never have to be sorry."

Taking a deep breath, he bit his lip. "I just don't understand why they have to go after you!" He screamed, breaking down in tears.

"Oh Tate." (Name) sighed as she gently rested a hand on his cheek. "You don't have to be worried about what happens with me, I'll be alright."

"But I have to be worried. I like you too much not to be." Tate told her as he rested his hand on top of hers.

(Name) gave him a smile as she pulled him in for a hug. "I'll be alright; I always am when I'm with you."

He rubbed her back softly, resting his head on top of hers. "Those assholes will pay for what they do."

"They will one day, I promise." She whispered into his chest. "Do you want to get out of here?"

"Let's leave school and go to my house." He said as he pulled away from the hug, her hand in his as they left the bathroom.

While they were just about to leave, there was a man yelling at them to stop and go back to class. But the two walked out anyway, leaving the man to wonder who they were.

Tate chuckled and swung their arms slightly while they walked. "I'm so glad we got out of there. Now, when we get to my house, we have to be quiet. My mom might be home and she'll kill me if she see's me home." He said as they walked closer to the house. "No, she's not home. We can go right in."

The pair walked in and went right up to Tate's room, the door closed behind them as they both flopped down on the bed. "It feels so nice to be home." He smiled as he looked at the girl next to him. "And I'm glad you're here with me."

"I know! We never get to hang out anymore!" She giggled, but stopped when his arm wrapped around her waist. "Tate?" She asked, looking at him.

"Yeah?" He asked as he closed his eyes, pulling her closer to himself.

She paused before she gently raised her hand and pushed the hair out of his eyes. "You've never been this close to me before."

Sighing, he opened his eyes and looked at her; on the verge of crying. "Are you mad? Do you not like this?"

(Name) couldn't help but almost cry. "Oh baby." She whispered, resting a hand on his cheek. "Why do you make yourself feel like this?"

A soft blush dusted his cheeks, but he pulled away from her and went to the other side of the room. "I can't help it! And you're not helping!"

"What do you want me to do Tate?" She asked as she sat up on the bed. "I can't help if you don't tell me."

Tate let out a scream and threw his hands across his dresser; knocking everything off that was on it.

"Tate, Tate!" (Name) yelled as she stood up and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around him. "Calm down. Nothing's going on, we're just sitting here relaxing, you don't need to get mad--"

"Who's the kid who sits next to you in math class?" He snapped, looking at her. "Who is he?!"

(Name) backed away from him and held her hands up in front of her. "He's just someone who promised to help me to get my grades up."

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Please, I can just tell that he only wants you so he can fuck you. Why the hell else would he ask for no pay?"

"Oh my god Tate! Shut up!" She yelled, her cheeks glowing red.

"And what about the guy in science when he almost shoved his d*ck down your throat? What about him?!" Tate yelled right at her.

(Name) was crying as he yelled at her, looking away from him. "I said, shut up!" She swung her arm right at him, slapping him across the face.

Blinking, he looked at her. "You hit me."

She rose a hand to her mouth and gasped. "T-Tate, I am so sorry. Y-You just wouldn't stop.."

Tate has his eyes fixated on the floor. "I'm sorry."

"Why did you have to start making me feel bad?" She asked him softly. "Why did you have to make me feel like such a slut, when all I've done is asked them for help?"

He looked at her and gripped the sides of her face; looking right at her. "I did it because it's not fair! These jerks just think that they can have you! But they can't!" He yelled, tears streaming down his cheeks.

(Name) gasped and pulled away from him. "No one 'has me', and I don't undertand why you're getting so protective!"

"Because I love you!" Tate yelled, his eyes red with tears. "I just--I really love you, and you're always getting hurt, and guys are taking advantage of you. You actually want to hang out with me, and then when I get really upset you call me 'baby' and oh god I could just sit there and listen to you for hours on end--"

"Why did you never tell me before?" She asked him, a small smile on her lips. "I love you too Tate." She told him, gently resting a hand on his cheek. "You're such a wonderful person, and you should have never been worried about me and any other guy."

A soft smile lit up on his face, and he moved closer to her; pressing a kiss to her lips. "I love you so much."

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"Tate! What the hell was that Tate?!" (Name) yelled as she slammed her hands on his door. "You need to let me in! Let me into your room right now!"

"Go away! Please, just go away!" He yelled from the other side of the door. "I don't want you to get hurt, just go home or something!"

Biting her lip, she gasped softly as there was a faint police siren in the distance. "Tate you need to open the door.." She said, quickly trying to open the door.

There was a pause before the door made a soft click, and (Name) was able to get in the room. "I'm so sorry." Tate muttered, looking down at the floor.

"You really did it, didn't you? Why the hell did you just go into the school, and just start killing everyone you saw?!" She yelled while trying not to cry. "You're going to jail, a-and I'll never see you again, and--"

He cut her off by pressing a kiss to her lips, pulling away while resting his head on hers. "Let's just spend some time together, okay?"

She nodded, wrapping her arms around him. "I hate you so much right now." She cried into his chest.

Taking a deep breath, he looked down at her. "I hate myself too."

The sirens were getting closer, up until they made it to the house. "Oh god they're here." (Name) cried, holding onto him tighter. "I-I can't let you go, please don't go."

"I won't let them, you don't have to worry." Tate sighed, hearing them run right up to the door; kicking it right open with lasers pointed right at the two.

(Name) pulled away from him and held her hands up like they told her to. "Tate, don't do anything.."

But she was too late, he had already reached for a gun; getting shot down right to the floor.

"Tate!" She screamed, falling down beside him. "Oh my god, why did you have to do it?" Crying, she pushed the hair out of his eyes. "M-My poor baby.."

"Miss, you need to step away from the body." One of the officers said, still holding a gun to her.

Shaking her head, she held his body close even with the blood soaking into her clothes. "I-I loved him so much." She looked over, seeing the gun still in his hands. Taking it from him, she rose it at the cops; getting shot right back down.

"Why'd you do it?" Tate asked, wrapping his arms around her.

"I couldn't live without you. I knew they'd kill me, but I didn't expect to come back and see you." She sighed, drying the tears that slowly streamed down her cheeks.

He chuckled softly. "But we can be together now. Together, just us."

(Name) nodded, kissing his cheek. "Together, always."