evan peters imagines one shots Smut

i would kill for you Tate

This one is dedicated to CheyShey2 I hope you will enjoy :3 and thank you for everything ❤  WARNING there is mention of suicide and bullying in this so if you're not comfortable with this don't read

You entered in the Murder House for the third time this week and it wasn't even Friday. You needed to go there, it was like everything was normal again. Few days after Tate's death you wanted to go to his room but Constance didn't allow you. she added that you should move on, it was time to start again your life. However, you didn't want to forget Tate so you insisted and went to his house every day. And every day Constance told you to go and repeated that you were just ruining your life clinging to a memory. But now that she was gone with Addy you could go every day to the house.

The first you entered the empty you had a weird feeling. You felt eyes on you but there was no one. You tried to resonate yourself, you knew you were panicking because you were alone in the Murder House. You didn't dare to go upstairs in his room. You sat on the couch and began to cry. You remained there for ours. You finally left the house as sad as the Tate's funeral and promised to never come back, it was too hard.

Nevertheless, you couldn't keep this promise and two days after you returned there. When you pushed the front door, your feelings were clearly different. You just felt nostalgic. You had spent some much time in the house these past year. You went to the kitchen and it reminded you your childhood years when you used to dinner with Tate while your parents where working. At this time, you weren't in the same school as Tate so you always told him what you did during the school and he did too. A great friendship grew between the two of you.

When you left the house, you had a sad smile on your face. The following days you used to go to the house at the end of the afternoon but you never dared to go upstairs. All your memories with him where there and you weren't ready to face them. after few weeks you eventually pushed the door of his room. Nothing has changed, when Constance moved she "forgot" to clean his room. You noticed all the pictures of you and him on the walls and you brushed a tear away. One of them caught your eyes. It was you lying of his bed, you had puffy eyes but you were smiling at him. that was when it hit you and you felt nauseous. You bit your lips trying your best to think of something else but it was impossible. You ran out of the house crying uncontrollably.

You quickly joined your house and locked yourself in your room. You sobbed until you fall asleep. But your memories haunted your night. You were in Tate arms crying that you had enough of all that shit. You were tired of your life, it was a total mess. People were harassing you, bullying you and you didn't even know why. You did your best to fit to their conventions but it changed nothing. Bullying you was still their funny little game. Tate was telling you that everything would be alright. You laughed bitterly and asked him to stop to lie to you. you weren't stupid and you knew that it only could be worst. He cupped your face and brushed all your tears away and swear that he would to everything to make you smile and happy. "I would kill for you" he assured you. he calmed you down this day and he ended up taking this beautiful picture of you. you woke up sweaty and you felt guilty. When Tate told you that you didn't take that seriously but you realized that he has done that for you, to make sure that you would be happy and have a wonderful life without these bastards.

The days after this realization you felt sick of yourself. You felt so guilty, not for the kids of Westfield High but for Tate. He was the one you loved and he died for you. that was too much for you to handle. You could bear your life with the weight of Tate's death on your shoulder. You knew that he died because he wanted you to be happy but you weren't without him. your life was a wreck, he was a headlight in the troubled sea of your life but without him the ship of your soul was sinking.

You came to the Murder House and swallowed some pills. You were lying on his bed reading his Keats's book. You soon felt very tired and closed the book. You wrapped his blanket around you and closed your eyes forever a smile on your face knowing that you would probably be reunited with him again.

So what a surprised when you woke up in the same bed. You didn't understand you were supposed to be dead, with Tate forever. Instead of that, you were alive and alone. You were ready to burst into tears when you felt arms around your waist. You turned yourself and saw Tate. He smiled widely to you and kissed you shyly. You thought that you were dreaming but you didn't care. As long as your dream was with him, this could be a dream it doesn't matter because you would kill the one who would wake you up.

I was thinking to write another book of one-shots/imagines but I'm hesitating between one about Tom Holland or one about Cameron Monaghan so please tell me in comments which one you would prefer!