Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Mixed Signals- Evan Peters

"Bend over," Evan instructed.

He grabbed my arms and pushed me face down onto the car hood. I didn't know what to say- even though I had rehearsed ten times already.

"Touch your toes," I sang, "Whip it out. Show them hoes your bankroll."

"And that's where I let you go," Evan chuckled.

"Cut," the director shouted, "Y/n."

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," I apologized, "And I forgot my lines. Can I see someone's script?"

"Everybody take 15," the director shouted, "And Y/n-"

"I know, I know," I interrupted, "Memorize my lines."

Evan released me from his grasp, reached down his shirt, and pulled out his copy. I swiped it from his hand and began re-reading my lines.

"Appreciate it," I thanked him.

"No problem," he responded, "You know you've been extremely forgetful lately."

"I know. I've just got a lot on my mind right now," I replied, "I'm sorry, Officer Peters."

"No need to apologize," he assured, "It's my civil duty to help those in need- at least while wearing this costume. I think I look pretty good in uniform, don't you?"

"Don't flatter yourself," I answered.

I began to walk over to a nearby bench, and Evan trailed behind me. I was so happy that we had to film this scene in a park, and I hoped that the green scenery would help clear my head. I took a seat and tried to focus. I had been too stressed to remember the most effortless words, which wasn't like me. Evan knew that. He took the spot right next to me and got comfortable.

"So, what's been going on," he questioned, "I'm all ears."

"It's nothing, honestly," I lied.

"You know, I'd believe that if it wasn't messing with your mind," he admitted, "Come on, Y/n, we're friends now. Let me get into your head."

"Fine," I sighed, "I'm single, Evan."

"Welcome to the club," he chuckled, "But I think I've caught your drift."

Evan slid closer to me.

"I've got a couple of condoms in my car if you want-."

"Aht- no," I stopped him, "That's not what I was getting at."

"Oh," he paused.

He slid a little further from me.

"Well then, what were you getting at," he questioned.

"I need to be with someone for one night," I said.

Evan gave me a side-eye, scratched his scalp, and leaned his back onto the bench.

"I'm getting mixed signals here," he confessed.

"My cousin's having a wedding in a few days, and I need a plus one," I continued.

"I mean, you could always go alone," He suggested.

"That's the problem. I could, but that's what they expect of me," I answered.

"Then what's the issue if that's what they expect," he questioned.

"The issue is I'm always alone," I explained, "Throughout my life, I was always the one who never had a date; no one expected me to get married, have kids, or even have a life. My cousin, especially. She always brings it up to me and mocks me with it. Now, she's getting married, and I know she's expecting me to show up alone, so she can flaunt her new husband and remind me that I'm by myself. It's like, fine, I chose to be by myself and not just throw myself out there, but still, I don't want to be harassed about it."

"Ahh- rivalry," he said, "I understand. I want kids, and everyone around me is having them- even my exes."

"See, you understand," I exclaimed, " I just want to leave them in shock for once- show up with some dreamboat and watch all of their mouths drop. If only I knew one."

He smirked as I placed my hand on his knee and batted my eyes.

"I'll go suit shopping tomorrow," Evan informed, "Just let me know the details, and I'll pick you up then."

"Thank you, thank you," I screamed, "You're the best- and yes, you look so sexy in that uniform. I would rip it off you if I could. You deserve it ."

I grabbed his shirt, pulled him closer, and kissed his cheek.

"Alright, I know my lines," I boasted.

I shot up from the bench and tossed the script back to Evan.

"Wait, Y/n," Evan shouted, "We still have ten more minutes, and my car isn't parked that far from here."