Evan Peters Smut/Oneshots

Where are you?

You and Evan were going out to dinner tonight to celebrate your birthday from when you had started dating. You two had been planning it for a while, and you were extremely excited. You had gone out with a friend to buy a new dress, which wasn't anything fancy. It was short, only covering about two or three inches of your thighs and it hung low on your chest. It was spaghetti strapped and a really dark burgundy color. You painted your nails red and dug out some black heels from your closet. You rarely ever painted your nails because you had a tenicy to peel it off when you got bored.

You had spent all day in town running errands and changed in one of the bathrooms in Walmart. As you pulled into Evans driveway you smiled in anticipation. You parked but you didn't see Evan standing by the door like he said he would be. Your smile dropped as you opened the door, seeing all of the lights dim and gloomy. "Evan?" You slipped out, quietly and calmly. You shut the door before walking over to the living room couch. Evan wasn't there. You walked around, looking for him in the bathroom and kitchen. You began to grow worried as you searched every room in the house, going up and down the stairs. He was here, you knew he was. His car was here and it was almost as if you could feel his presence. You let out a sigh of frustration as you walked into the kitchen, seeing a large bottle of vodka fully dranken on the counter. You walked back to the living room, setting your wallet and phone down on the table. You adjusted the top of your dress as you headed over and walked up the stairs once again. Pulling your hair behind your ears and walked over to to his room, making your way over to the bathroom that was in it. It was the one room you hadn't checked. Opening the door, you saw his shoes outside of the shower. The curtain was closed but you could see a figure laying at the bottom of it. You flicked the light on, and began walking towards it, pulling the shower curtain open. You saw Evan laying there, he was in black pants and a white button up on. The top four buttons were undone, and his hair was messy. He had an additional bottle of vodka grasped in his hand. "Oh, hi baby.." He slurred his words, looking up at you with a smile. His eyes looked heavy as he started getting up. You huffed in frustration, turning around and walking away as he continued to struggle trying to get out of the shower. As you were heading out of his bedroom you heard a thump and then a small crash, along with Evans grunts. Turning around and quickly walking back to the bathroom, you saw Evan laying on the floor outside of the shower. You signed, dropping down to your knees and grabbing his arm. He was laying on his back, making it slightly harder to help him. "Evan get up." You asked quietly as you looked around the room. You saw the bottle that was in his hand earlier shattered on the ground, whatever was left of it spilled on the floor with it. "Noo.." He whined and yelled as a reply. You rolled your eyes and started to move behind him. You were sitting on your legs as you moved behind him, resting your thighs on either side of his head. You reached under his shoulders and pulled him up against you. You worked your way up to your knees, then to your feet. Evan was taller than you which made it more difficult to lift him but you succeeded. He walked slightly for himself, but most of it was you helping him. You dragged him over to his bed, moans and grunts falling from him as you did so. "Baby.." He mumbled as he took his weight off of you. You let out a sigh of relief as he stood in front of you. You two were standing in front of the edge of his bed. He turned around to face you, leaning his forehead against yours. You could smell the liquor on his breath, his face just inches away from yours. "Evan you need to sleep." You said, pulling away from him. He reacted quickly, grabbing you waist and pinching it. You winced slightly as he did so, he was applying to much pressure to the skin between his fingers when he pinched. He was to drunk to realize and before you knew it he didn't just have a grip around you waist, he had wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. "Stay with me baby, please." He pleaded in a whiney tone. "Okay." You mumbled frustrated, trying to escape his grasp. You were angry at him for this. For forgetting your birthday and what you two had planned. He let go of you, plopping down onto the bed. He rolled over onto his back, hitting the other side of the bed as a motion to get you to lay down. You sighed knowing he wasn't going to give in. You kicked your heals off, climbing onto the bed next to him.