Evan Peters Character Imagines/One Shots

"I'm Tate."

Character: Tate Langdon (Unedited)

Haven't done Tate in a while lol

Personal imagine for bmason21

Note: F/A= Favorite Animal

You sighed as you placed down the last box inside your new room in your newly bought house. You and your family just moved from Chicago. Your mom got a new job so your parents decided it was best to move either than just your mom coming. You hated the idea at first, sad to say goodbye to your friends but you after a while you thought it would be interesting and since it was about half way though your senior year of high school, it would be nice to start off fresh once you graduate.

"Is that the last of your boxes, dear?" Your mother asked, peaking her head through your door. You nodded your head and said yes before she went off to start unpacking.

You decided to start unpacking w your books and CDs since there was a decent size shelf already inside your room.

You placed your CDs on your side table before turning back around to organize your books first on the lower shelves.

"Nice taste in music," an unfamiliar voice said causing you to jump and turn around. You were met with a teenage boy with blonde, shaggy hair. His eyes were a dark shade of your and he was wearing ripped jeans with a green and black stripped sweater. He leaned, arms crossed against your open door. You looked at him questioning, wondering why the heck he was here.

"Who are you? How'd you get in here?" You spoke quickly, starting to become a bit anxious and contemplate whether to call for your parents.

"I'm Tate. I live close by and your door was opened." He explained while he walked in looking closer at your CDs. You became less tense and worried, you figured he just assumed it was alright because it must of been a friendly neighborhood and he was used to being able to just walk in and say hello.

"Oh well, hi... I'm Bethany." You introduced with a smile, getting one in return from him. You remembered what he said in the first place, "um thank you, it took a while to find some decent copies of some of them, not too many people listen to CDs anymore."

"Yeah," he chuckled like it was a type of inside joke you were missing, but ignored it none the less and continued to organize my books. You had one in particular that was on different species of birds, you had gotten it from your grandma when you were 5. Just when you were about to put it on the shelf, a hand cane into your line of sight, startling you a bit. You hadn't noticed that Tate had walked up beside you.

"Can I see that for a second?" He asked, you nodded handing him it with a soft smile.

"You like birds?" You asked curiously, you had always had a fondness of birds but especially like F/A. He nodded his head as he skimmed through the pages, that just made you curiouser, "why?"

"I like how they can fly away when things get too crazy," he replied simply, handing you back the book. You understood what he meant, you yourself had thought of that as an interesting quality of birds.

"I get that, the world can be... An interesting place," you sighed placing the book and a few others on your shelf. Just when you were about to ask more about to Tate as you were certain you would like to get to know him better, your mom once again popped her head in the door.

"Can you give your father a hand sweety?" She asked with a pleading smile, you chuckled and nodded your head. "Who were you talking to?"

"Oh this is T-" before you could finish, you turned around only to be met with an empty space beside you. With a confused expression you glanced around, wondering if he maybe just walked to look at something else. But nothing, he was gone. "Weird." You whispered with your eye brows knitted together her.

"Oh well your father is in the kitchen," your mom said before she walked out of eye sight. For a moment you remained in your spot, still taking glances around confused as ever. Did you imagine that all? You shook your head, forgetting about it and went to go help your dad. It was probably just stress about starting your new school tomorrow, Westfield High.

Blah that was horrible, I'm sorry. I haven't really been having a lot of inspiration lately and ideas. So I apologize for not posting as much and my writing hasn't been too great. But I appreciate those you are patient :)

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-Kayla