Evan Peters Imagines, Smut & Preferences - DISCONTINUED

Tate Langdon; Runaways

Requested by 

@KaiNyeTheScienceGirl 

KaiNyeTheScienceGirl

It was just another unintresting day at Westfield High, you walked into biology with your best friend Daisy.

The two of you were chitcatting about movies.

'Daisy, have you seen Tate aroud yet?' You asked her. 

Tate was your boyfriend, you started dating since last schoolyear, around christmas. 

'He's probably late again, You know how he is Lizzy.' Daisy shrugged her tiny shoulders.

You nodded. But you were the only one who knew why he was mostly late.

Because his drunk of a mother would give him a preach about how worthless he was, and than he had to walk to school.

You'd met her of course, his sister and his stepfather too.

She was always sickly sweet to you, but not towards Tate, not even when you were there, and it sickened you.

The teacher kept on going on about the human cycle or whatever he called it, when a loud scream out of the classroom pulled you from your thoughts. 

Everyone was staring at eachother, no one had one idea of what was going on.

And then it became clear; bang, bang, bang.

'Oh my God, are those gunshots?!' A  girl in your classes cried out.

There was a moment of complete silence, fear and desperation hung thick in the air until the teacher called out: 'Everybody down! Hide, now!'

Everyone started screaming, except for you, you just pulled a mesmerized Daisy underneath your table, pushing you both up against the wall and breathing heavily from fear.

More gunshots were heard, a lot more, they came closer everytime the shooter pulled the trigger.

Then, the door opened with a loud sound, and there was a terrifying silence.

The only sounds that was heard were his black boots slowly tapping against the white tiles, he passed you, and something inside made you fell as if you knew these shoes.

You closed your eyes as you heard a girl, Marianna -you recognized her voice, she was a sweet, innocent mind, she had never done anything wrong- begging for her life as the shooter mercilessly pulled the trigger.

Again, again, again.

You heard the tabled being pulled away from their spots, to find the crying tudents, and that sound came closer the whole time.

Daisy was about to scream, so you brought your hand to her mouth to cover it. 'It's gonna be okay, Daisy, I promise.' You whispered very silently.

The table that hid the two of you against the wall, moved from above you, and your eyes wandered up to the face of the shooter, big in fear.

Your breathing and silently crying became more audible when you saw his face. Tate, your sweet, sweet Tate.

With a shotgun pointed at your best friend. 

No, there was no way he did this. But deep inside you knew he did.

You kissed Daisy's top of her head as the bullet split through her forehead, her blood splattered all over the floor, all over you.

That's when you had no control over anything anymore and you broke down in loud sobs, but you knew Tate wasn't going to hurt you.

You brought all the strength you could muster inside of you, and trapped his leg fiercely, making him wince and drop his gun.

You crawled towards the door, then swung it open and ran and ran, until you got outside the school, where other students and teachers were gathered, panicking and cying and some of them making phonecalls.

It didn't took you long to find Francesca, Daisy's sister and one of your friends. 

She wrapped her arms around you as you cried loudly.

'Lizzy, where's Daisy?' She asked quickly, looking around to find her twin sister.

'I'm so sorry, Francesca, I tried to protect her, I did, but he killed her!'

You cried uncontrollably, and so did she.

And then you kissed her cheek comfortably and you started running again, towards your house.

When you got there you locked the door with shaky hands, and ran towards your bathroom, letting the shower run.

You stared in complete shock at your best friends blood flowing down the drain.

You lost track of time of how long you been in the shower, until the water was ice cold, and than you got out, only wearing a pair of black boots, a black hoodie and your black denim jeans.

You gathered your bloodstained clothes and threw them into the trash can, walking out of the bathroom with shaking legs.

What you found in your living room was the most terrifying thing of all, Tate.

You started screaming and crying, pushinh him. 'What the hell is wrong with you?! How do you still have the guts to show up in my house after you killed my friends! You killed Daisy, Tate! Daisy!'

Tate made his way up to you, but you stepped back and he stood still again. 'I'm sorry Lizzy, I really am. But I had to do it, I had no choice!'

'Yes, you did have a choice, you coward!' You screamed out and when the boy you loved took a step closer again, you ran towards the door.

But he got there first, pushing you up against it. 

'What are you gonna do?!' You yelled in his face. 'Kill me? Huh?!'

A few tears rolled down his face as he brought his face closer towards yours, his lips meeting yours.

You wanted to push him away, tell him to turn himself in, tell him to stay away from you.

But it felt so familiar, so pure, so normal, that after a while you melted into the kiss.

When Tate broke apart, he whispered against your lips; 'Let's run away, together. Far away, where no one knows us and we can make a fresh start.'

A loud, shaky breath escaped your lips. 

You couldn't. 

You didn't want to.

Yes, you did.

No, yes...

'Where to?' Your voice was just a mere whisper.

'Anywhere.' He smiled.

You nodded, and the two of you went upstairs and packed your stuff as quick as possible.

You knew your mom had a phonecall, or saw it on the news, and you knew that in a matter of short time, she'd be home.

Tate grabbed your hand and ran out with you, his own bag and yours in his other hand as you ran towards the train station, and you jumped on the first train that arrived, not caring where it went.

- 2 weeks later -

Tate knew some people who still owed him a favor, so you and him got a new identity card with a fake name and had bought a small cabin in the woods, he let you do the decoration since he knew you enjoyed decorating.

You never really talked about what happened, but you knew he was really sorry.

You still missed Daisy of course, but you knew she wasn't really happy as a living person, so maybe she found peace now.

Francesca killed herself, you heard, but there wasn't anything you could do.

You saw on the news that you and Tate claimed to be missing.

But you weren't missing at all.

You were right where you belong.

Besides, isn't that the most important thing in a relationship; forgiveness?