Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Bread- Evan Peters

"Cut," the director shouted, "You all did great. Take 5."

My first acting gig was in a feature film- I only had a few lines. I was excited nonetheless. I was still on a movie set achieving my dream while skipping breakfast to do so. My stomach rumbled through every scene I filmed. Each rumble was silent, but as I delivered each line all I could think about was food. I made my way to the food table and dug in once I got there.

"Save some bread for the ducks," a male voice chuckled from behind me.

I stuffed my face with little sandwiches.

"They'll be fine," I said, "They ate already."

The man stood beside me, " Well, they are delicious," he confessed as he grabbed a sandwich.

I brought my attention to the mystery guy. In front of my stuffed face was none other than Evan Peters. I stood still completely as I took in his presence.

"My name is Evan," he announced, "I didn't quite get yours."

"I'm Y/n," I gasped, "You're Evan Peters."

Evan tried not to cough up his food as he laughed at me. "Yeah," he cackled, "I just told you that."

"You don't understand, " I rambled, "You are Evan Peters. Have you ever met Prince Harry? This is what it feels like to meet Prince Harry. I've never met him, though."

"I wouldn't compare myself to royalty, " Evan shrugged, "I'm just an average guy. I'll be honest with you, Y/n. I never understood the hype with status' and fame."

"You're missing the point," I sighed, "It's not that you're famous. The point is you are fucking hot."

"That was straightforward," Evan laughed, "You think I'm hot?"

"I'm not trying to be rude," I retorted, "but I didn't stutter."

"True," Evan nodded, "I wouldn't say I'm hot. I think I'm average."

I stared at him for a few seconds. His brown eyes stared back into mine as he grinned.

"What," he asked, "Do I have something on my face?"

"Yes," I replied, "You have a masterpiece on your face. You are breathtaking- and the whole world sees it. You have to start wearing your glasses when you look in a mirror."

Dimples formed on his cheeks as he smiled.

"You think I'm that attractive," He questioned.

I nodded my head in response.

"If I am as attractive as you say," He smiled, "How would you like it if I asked you out?"

"Like...on a date," I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, on a date," Evan chuckled.

"I would love to go out with you," I smiled.

"Great," Evan rejoiced, "We can go after we've finished filming for today."

"That sounds great, " I agreed, "What do you have planned?"

"I was thinking we could go to the pond and feed the ducks, " Evan proceeded.

"That sounds like a plan," I giggled, "I'm still not giving them any of my bread."