Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

A Friend in Need Pt.4

Author's Note:

I know I'm dragging this series, but I had so many ideas for this dimension. Like so many.

A whole week had passed everything had blown over and I could honestly say things had changed for the better, well some things. The sound of shattered glass distracted me away from my homework. Spirit and I both popped our heads up and looked towards the direction from which it came.

"You heard that too huh, buddy," I asked the puppy.

A tiny bark escaped his little mouth.

"How much you wanna bet that it's your dad," I sighed.

Spirit whined as he used his paws to cover his eyes. I stood up and looked out the window and just as I expected Tate was outside throwing rocks from our backyard and into the neighbor's windows, but not just any neighbor, Ms. Constance. Before I knew it, I was racing down the stairs with my canine companion and into the backyard.

There he stood as handsome as ever my heart skipped a beat every time I saw him. My boyfriend Tate also known as my headache. He launched another rock over the fence which was followed by another sound of crashing glass. I ran up to him and grabbed his arm. Deja Vu.

"Tate, what the hell are you doing," I asked, "You're going to get us killed?"

"Don't worry, if that old hag even lays a finger on you, I'll kill her in a second," Tate smirked.

"That's not who I'm scared of," I huffed.

"Holy shit, Tate," Jake's voice echoed out the doorway as he ran towards me, "What did you do? Y/n, what did you just let him do?"

"I didn't let him do anything, I just got out here," I fussed at him, "Uncle and Auntie are going to murder us when Constance calls them."

"Us? Who is us? All I know is that I just walked out here and you two were out here holding rocks," Jake's eyes grew wide, "That's my story and I'm sticking to it."

"I didn't do anything- what happened to if one of us goes down, we both go down together," I argued.

"That was with kidnapping and ghost teenagers and shit," he cried, "I love you, you'll always be my favorite cousin, but I'm not going down for you this time. Mom and dad are not killing me today. I have a future."

My mouth dropped. This bitch. Maybe I had a future too. Maybe...

"Besides what are you going to tell them, Y/n. 'It wasn't me, it was my serial killing, school shooter boyfriend who just so happens to be a ghost in this house,'" he mocked me, "Does that seem believable to you?"

"I mean I'd take it into consideration," I mumbled.

The both of is stood in silence for a while.

"Please don't ever have children," he said, "You two- figure it out."

I looked at Tate with a defeated stare.

"I'm done for," I sighed.

"No, you're not," Tate grabbed me and pulled me closer, "Just let me talk to Constance."

"What are you going to say to her to make her change her mind and magically not tell my parents," Jake rolled his eyes, "Come on, we don't need more murders on the property. It's already bad enough that we're stuck with you."

"I'm not going to murder her," Tate defended, "Invite her over and this will all be solved by the end of the day."

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"So I heard Constance is coming over today to talk to Tate," Violet chuckled, "This is going to be a shitshow, and I can't wait for it."

I leaned back on the couch next to her.