evan peters one shots

meeting || tate langdon

y/n sat in her room, flicking through the pages of an anne sexton poetry book, aimlessly scanning the highlighted stanzas. she stopped on a marked page, her fingertips running across the tear-stained paper.

'i am so tired of waiting

aren't you

for the world to become good

and beautiful and kind?

let us take a knife

and cut the world in two

and see what worms are eating

at the rind'

so simple, yet so tear-jerking for her. she bit her lower lip softly as she read the page over and over, bringing herself into a sort of a trance. soft music emitted from her cd player, some song by the smashing pumpkins as usual. she shifted in her bed, pushing herself off of the mattress and padding around her room for a moment, the cold wooden floor causing a hiss to escape her lips. Y/N grabbed a pair of pajama pants and threw them over the shorts she adorned.

she pushed open her window, sticking her head out, breathing in the summer air. she closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, letting her eyelids flutter open. as she did, she noticed a boy approaching the house. his blond curls fell over his eyes, shadowing his face. his striped sweater engulfed his figure, but matched the vibe of his old-looking tattered jeans. Y/N quickly shut her window and scurried to find shoes, putting them on carelessly while opening her door. she went down the stairs and nervously peered into the foyer. the boy entered and immediately went into her father's office. great, he's my dad's patient. shit. Y/N straightened her posture and descended the rest of the stairs as casually as she could. she noticed the slightly cracked door, and pondered internally. ethically, it's wrong. but... what's really so wrong about it? she looked down at her shoes, mustering the courage to peer in. 'send it' the scrawled writing read on the toe. she padded slowly towards the door, being sure not to make too much noise-her house always echoed. she crouched and peeked through the crack of the door, immediately seeing the blond boy. a smile crept onto Y/N's lips as she scooted closer, now resting on her knees. she inhaled slowly, trying to calm her racing heart as her eyes trailed up to his face. she admired his distant features for a moment-the coffee colored eyes he adorned, his perfect pink lips, his kurt cobain-esque vibe, the beauty marks on his face. her heart rate suddenly spiked as his eyes met hers. her eyebrows immediately shot up as her eyes widened and she swiftly backed away from the door.

"could i use the bathroom, Dr. Y/L/N?" the boy's muffled voice met Y/N's ears, and as soon as her dad answered with a 'yes' she scurried down the hall to stand in the kitchen, acting nonchalant. she whistled softly as she perused the kitchen, opening cabinets awkwardly.

"y'know spying is rude," a voice chided behind her, and she quickly whipped around to face him. he was even more handsome close up.

"i... i have no idea what you're talking about," she stuttered, going back to awkwardly searching the kitchen. she opened the fridge and grabbed a soda. "i'm just gonna... go back to my room..." she slowly made her way towards the stairs, before turning back to look at the boy.

"i never caught your name," he mentioned, now walking towards the stairs and leaning against the banister. his eyes scanned Y/N's figure for a moment, and he almost chuckled when he saw her christmas pajamas.

"Y/N." she smiled up at him, immediately noticing their height difference. he nodded, a small smile on his face, his dimples pricking at his cheeks.

"well Y/N, i should get back, your dad might get suspicious," he muttered before waving awkwardly and walking back into her dad's office. Y/N leaned against the banister, her head resting on her arms. she sighed longingly, watching as he looked back before leaving the door cracked once again. you sly dog... she thought before jogging back up the stairs.

kinda short but there's gonna be a part 2!