Evan Peters Smut/Oneshots

Camping

"Evan..." You groaned, sweat dripping down your forehead. "What?" He replied, not sounding nearly as out of breath as you were. "This is stupid." You said, coming to a halt. The two of you were going camping, which was already something you didn't like to do, but out of the blue he asked you if you wanted to go hiking. You couldn't say no, Evan had done everything and more for you. You owed it to him to try to do something he loved. So you agreed and got off your ass to go hiking. And how does he repay you? Taking you up the steepest fucking mountain in the bug infested fucking forest. As mentioned before, you hated camping.

"It's not that bad." He replied, walking down towards you. "It's bad Evan." You answered, bending down with your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath. "I think you're being slightly dramatic Y/N." He said calmly, looking as unfazed as ever. You groaned and huffed, straightening yourself back out. "How much longer do we have?" You asked, still particularly out of breath. "Maybe 80, 90 more feet? 100 at most." He answered with a smirk. Your face dropped, your hands resting on your hips as your chest heaved up and down. "I'm kidding, we can go back." He remarked annoyingly, your shoulders dropping and your muscles loosening in relief. "You want me to carry you?" He asked, walking up to you and grabbing your arm. You nodded your head yes, a pouty look on your face. "I was kidding," He scoffed and laughed, grabbing your hand. "I hate you." You said sarcastically, your eyes grazing his. "I love you too," He smiled, placing a kiss on your cheek before he started walking down. As you walked down your muscles ached, stumbling over rocks and chunks of dirt. You loved seeing Evan happy, but that didn't mean you had to love what made Evan happy, because this was stupid. The more the two of you walked down, the steeper it felt. It was easier than walking up, but it still wasn't a piece of cake. Evan was a couple feet ahead of you seeing as every so often you would stop to catch yourself from running down unwillingly. Finally, you caught up to him, only being a few steps behind him.

After the two of you had made it back to your campsite, you had dinner which you took the liberty of making. You grilled some burgers while Evan cleaned up the tent, making your guy's beds and sweeping some of the dirt out. When the burgers were done you pulled the sauces and bread out, along with some bags of chips. "Evan, the food is done!" You yelled at him. He came out of the tent, his hair looking ruffled and messy. You watched as he walked towards you, your eyes resting on the muscles in his arms. "Make your plate," You told him, handing him a paper plate. He nodded, grabbing it from you and starting to gather what he wanted to eat. You made your plate after he finished making his, the both of you sitting down at the picnic table. "You okay?" He asked before taking a bite of his burger. You nodded your head, your mouth full. Your were sore. Very sore. It felt like shreds of glass were stabbing into your muscles one by one. It may sound like you're being dramatic, but not only did he make you go hiking he made you go on a run. And on top of it you have never been camping before, and you've never slept on rocks. Evan did this almost every two to three months, meaning he was used to it. You, on the other hand weren't. "You're being quiet." He insisted on finding what was wrong with you everytime something happened, which you didn't mind unless he did it repetitively which he was doing now. "I'm fine." You said once again, taking another bite of your food. Putting your burger down, you wiped the sides of your mouth with a napkin after you finished chewing. "Just tell me what's wrong. If you want to go home we can." You let out a huff, looking up from you plate and making eye contact with him. "Nothing is wrong Evan, everything is fine. I don't want to go home." You were lying through your teeth. "Well then what's bothering you?" He continued to nag you as he put his plate out of his hands and onto the table. "Nothing!" You said, slightly raising your voice. You didn't mean to, it was just the repetitive questions that were getting to you. He looked at you, a glance of annoyance in his eyes. You stood up, walking over to the trash bag hanging off a tree. With every step you took your calf muscles tensed. You did your best to ignore it as you threw away your plate. You could feel Evan watching you as the trash bag fell off the tree when the plate dropped into it. You huffed once again, bending down and picking up the trash bag, struggling to hook it onto a long enough branch. You eventually succeeded before walking over to the tent. You made your way inside, sitting on your sleeping bag. You ran your hands down the sore muscles in your legs, squeezing and massaging them lightly. You could hear Evan walking to the tent, branches snapping and leaves crackling under his feet. The zipper to the tent went down, and then Evan walked in. He pulled the zipper back up before crouching over and sitting next to you.