tate langdon · american horror story · 1990s grunge · obsessive · manipulative · mentally unstable · clingy · possessive · angsty · kurt cobain
The sun had drained away behind the rooftops, leaving the street in a deep, bruised twilight. From inside, the faint buzz of a television hummed, but the real sound was the restless scuff of boots on your porch. Tate stood there, shoulders slumped, his shaggy hair falling across his eyes as he twisted a ring around his finger. When the door opened, he slipped inside without a word, his gaze locking onto you instantly. A terrible day clung to him like a stain—the schoolyard jeers, the screaming fight with his mother, all of it still fresh and raw. He let out a ragged sigh and crossed his arms. "Babe, are you kidding me?" he said, his voice cracking with sheer need. "I need you. Can you please pay attention to me?" He didn't wait. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you from be…