Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Sweet, but Psycho - Tate Langdon

I don't know what it is about him. That blonde, shaggy-haired boy with the Kurt Cobain complex. I see him walking around here every day with a frown on his face. I've waited at his locker and he'd never show. I've looked around for him at lunch, but I'd never see him around the cafeteria. I heard he ditches this place a lot though, so I wouldn't be surprised. I want to ditch this place too, I want to disappear from this place with him. I was starting to believe he was absent today until I saw that familiar green-striped shirt entering through the school door. He was late again, I should've figured. He's such a rebel. I love it.

I still hadn't quite figured out his name yet since I had no classes with him and I hadn't worked up the courage to speak to him at all before, but now something felt different. Almost like it was my last shot. It was the first day of our junior year, I prayed that I'd at least have one class with him. I had been let out on the hall pass to go use the restroom, but just my luck it was the perfect timing. The only sound that filled the long corridor was the sounds of both of our footsteps as we got closer. I worked up the courage to speak to him.

"Hi, " I stopped and greeted him nervously.

He stopped and looked around the corridor checking to make sure there was nobody else that I could have been speaking to. There wasn't. This took him by surprise being that no one really spoke to him unless they were gonna start picking on him. I hated that they picked on him he deserved better. Sometimes I just wanted to go up to those jackasses and slam their heads into their locker one by one, but it's just a thought.

"Hi, " he responded slowly, "You're talking to me, right?"

Not the brightest guy, but I didn't want Albert Einstein I wanted him.

"No, I'm talking about Casper the friendly ghost behind you, " I chuckled, "Of course, I'm talking to you."

"Sorry, " he said as he looked me up and down studying me like a textbook, "I guess I'm not used to people talking to me without them humiliating me afterward."

They won't humiliate you anymore. I'll make sure of that.

"Well screw them. Westfield has filled with assholes anyway, " I smiled as I watched his eyebrows raise, "They can all get fucked while their parents watch."

A small smirk formed on his face. I just knew our kids would have his dimples, they were gonna be so cute.

"You can say that again, " he laughed as he began to loosen up, "You've got a potty mouth for a girl, you know."

"Thanks, my dad calls it disrespectful, " I shrugged.

He let out another small chuckle before he held his hand out toward me.

"I'm Tate, " he introduced himself, "Tate Langdon."

I took his hand and shook it softly. His hands were so soft yet rough at the same time. I could feel his soul binding to mine. This was a great sign. Our chemistry was through the roof and in a different galaxy.

"I'm Y/n, " I responded, "Y/n L/n. I don't know why, but your name sounds familiar almost as if I've heard it."

I took a few seconds to remember where I had heard that name before as I let go of his hand.

"Oh, you're the guy that lives in the Murder House, " I gasped as he nodded his head, "That's so awesome."

Tate raised an eyebrow at my reaction.

"You think that's awesome, " he questioned.

"Hell yeah, I wish my house was haunted, " I replied, "Do you know how epic it would be to see ghosts all the time? Well, you do, but you get what I mean."

"I've never met someone who didn't think I was a weirdo for living in that house, " Tate chuckled to himself.

"Well, now you have," I giggled.

We both were silent for a while. Trapped in our thoughts, I wondered what color tuxedo he would wear at our wedding. He looks good in green, but I wouldn't want a green dress...or would I?

"You know I've seen you looking at me from across the hall a few times," Tate broke our silence.

Way to be subtle, Y/n. I have to be more cautious next time.

"Sorry about that," I giggled nervously, "It's just kind of hard to not get lost in those eyes. I've always thought you were extremely cute."

"You always thought that I was cute, " Tate coughed, "I'd doubt that."

"Why is that so hard to believe, " I asked him as I stepped closer to him, "You're stunning. "

"That's a lot coming from you, Y/n, " Tate smiled, "I've always thought you were one of the most gorgeous girls in this school. I was surprised to find out that you weren't popular."

Y/n Langdon had the perfect ring to it. I couldn't help but fall for him more.

"Popular people and I just don't mix, " I shrugged, "They bring too many witnesses."

He cocked his head to the side. He was so adorable when he was confused.

"Too many witnesses, " he asked, "What do you mean?"

"They hang around too many people, " I smiled, "I don't do well around people. I like to be by myself for the most part or at least with one other person."

Tate nodded his head.

"I feel you on that, " he agreed.

He understood me so well. He was the missing piece to my puzzle. I realized that I was out of class for too long, so I had to go. Shit.

"Hey, Tate, I have to go back to class, " I sighed, "But I hope to see you later. Maybe at lunch?"

"I was gonna ditch this place, but I think I can stay for a while, " he shot a wink at me, "See you later."

I nodded my head as I turned around and headed back to my class. My heart started beating out of my chest. I talked to him and not only that I got to see a whole other side of him. A side that no one else has seen. We truly were meant to be together and anyone who tries to get in the way will suffer.