Evan Peters Drabbles

Prompt #35 (Tate Langdon x Reader)

"It's midnight, what do you want?"

Pre-death Tate where he convinces the reader to go out & toliet paper or prank people, Paper Towns style?

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You were grimly awoken by loud rapping on your windowsill. It was late in the night & you were happily sleeping for once, but of course, it would have to be ruined, for something stupid, no doubt.

You stumbled sleepily over to your window. Rubbing your eyes, you squinted out the window & yelped in surprise when you saw the grinning figure outside, "Tate! What the fuck?! Can't you use the door like a normal fucking person?" he just grinned, gesturing for you to open the window. You sighed & opened it for him, letting him crawl inside before you closed it again, "What the actual fuck, Tate, you have a key."

"Where's the fun in that?" he smirked.

You rolled your eyes at your idiot boyfriend, "It's midnight, what do you want?"

"I'm glad you asked, my gracious lover," he slung an arm around your shoulders, smiling cheekily, "We're going to go prank people."

You raised your eyebrows, "Are you high?"

He pouted playfully, "Why do you always assume that I'm high whenever I want to do something crazy? Have you considered that I want to do crazy shit because I am crazy?"

"I'd prefer my boyfriend as a pothead rather than a nut case."

"Ouch," he put a hand to his heart, feigning a look of hurt.

You just rolled your eyes, "You want us to pull pranks on people now? At this time of night?"

"Yeah! This is best time to do it," he grinned, "because we'll be least likely to get caught."

"What kind of pranks?"

His grin became mischevious, "Oh, just some good ol' classics, like tp & eggs."

You rolled your eyes, "You seriously woke me up at midnight to throw eggs & toilet paper at people's houses? How old are you?"

He glared at you playfully, "Come on, it'll be fun, trust me."

You sighed but went to get dressed, "Sometimes I wonder why I'm with you."

"Because you love me, duh," he pressed a kiss to your cheek as you pulled on your pants.

"I do," you gave him a gentle kiss on his lips when you buttoned up your pants, pulling away only to have him pull you back in for another kiss. You smirked but eagerly returned the kiss, pulling him closer. The kiss continued until you realized something, pulling away to raise an eyebrow at Tate, "You need my toilet paper & eggs, that's the reason you came here, isn't it?"

He smiled sheepishly, "Well, it's one reason," he snaked an arm around your waist & grinned, "the other was that I figured it would be a fun date."

You rolled your eyes, "Wow, you're so romantic," you teased, pulling on one of Tate's cardigans that he gave to you because you loved it so much, "You should change your name to Romeo."

Tate sneered, "Good one, hardy-fucking-har," you laughed & gently grabbed his hand, interlocking your fingers together. He smiled at you & you kissed his nose before you led him downstairs to gather up some eggs & toilet paper.

It wasn't long after that you both began parading down the neighborhood, looking for potential victims. You smirked when you came across a certain house, "That's the Martins house. Sophia & Carl Martin, parents to Jenna & Daniel Martin. Carl is constantly cheating on Sophia & he stared down my shirt once."

Tate scowled, "Fucking pervert," you both made your way over to the unsuspecting home, weapons in hand, "Care to do the honors?" Tate grinned at you & you grinned back.

"Gladly," you launched the first egg, which hit the top of the house, shattering against the wall with a loud crunch & splat. Tate quickly followed suit & pretty soon, two cartons were used up. The house looked wretched & stunk of egg yolk, making you laugh, "It's going to take days to get that shit off," you remarked happily.

"I fucking hope so," you grabbed his hand & quickly ran away from the scene of the crime, laughing your heads off. You didn't stop until you reached the end of the block, trying to catch your breath. You were both heaving, choking on the sweet air that burned your desperate lungs, "Where to next?"

"I picked the first one, so it's your turn."

He smirked, "I know just the asshole," he grabbed your hand & led you back towards yours & his homes. Tate lived in the infamous Murder House while you lived to the house directly next door to the house's left. To the right of the house lived Larry, a man that Tate despised more than anyone, besides maybe his own mother, "I'm going to really love this," he said as you stopped in front of Larry's home. He didn't even wait for you before he threw the first roll of toilet paper onto the home. You quickly joined in & pretty soon, the house was covered in toilet paper. Tate grinned as you laughed, pulling you close & kissing your head, "Perfect."

You hugged his waist, "We're such kids."

"Thank God. Who the fuck wants to grow up?" the two of continued causing havoc across the neighborhood well into the wee hours of the morning. Tate didn't bring you back home until nearly five in the morning.

You plopped onto your bed in exhilaration & exhaustion, Tate chuckling before he joined you in your bed, "I gotta hand it to ya, Tater Tot, that was pretty fun."

He grinned & propped his head up on one elbow, "You never should have doubted me."

You sat up, mimicking his pose & chuckling, "You're right, I shouldn't have," his grin widened cockily, making you roll your eyes.

"You're amazing, you know that?"

"I do, but you should tell me so more often."

"Fucking tease," he murmured as he closed the small space between you & kissed you. You grinned against his lips as you kissed him back, turning so you lay on your back, allowing him to swiftly crawl on top of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held your waist, his fingers drumming softly against your hips.

You pulled away softly, mumbling against his lips, "Stay the night?"

"I thought you'd never ask."