Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Mixed Signals Pt.2

Evan told me he would shop for a tuxedo, and today was that day. I wanted to trust his eye for fashion, but I needed him to look so good that my cousin would speak instead of forever holding in her peace- and, hopefully, destroy her wedding. Granted, that might not happen, but with Evan's looks and a dash of my magic touch, chances are more likely than it seems. He was shocked at the sight of me being there but not surprised.

"Evan, hurry up," I exclaimed, "We still have to get my dress too, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah," he chuckled.

I sat on the bench outside the dressing rooms while I waited for him to come out. Evan looked good in everything so far, but none of them had that spunk. His face alone could stop a party, but he needed to make the party freeze to death. I wanted everyone involved to die from looking at him, shocked because they'd never had their eyes this blessed- the Medusa effect. Then, I want them to all come back to life and die again from being shocked that he's with me. We were on the fifth outfit when my heart stopped.

"How do I look," Evan asked.

Let me paint a picture: he wore a short-sleeved satin lilac dress shirt with top buttons loosened to expose his bare chest and a gold chain to compliment his skin tone. His plum dress slacks were accessorized with a black leather belt with a golden belt hook, and he wasn't the materialistic type, but his dress shoes had Gucci symbols. The watch he wore was a Rolex that he'd been gifted as PR but had never worn before. He even went so far as to buy a fake ear piercing for himself. The diamond stud could almost outblind the sun. This adorable yet sexy man looked like a mafia boss, and I started to see what the hype was about. Anna Wintour was going to have to hate me because I was not about to share this man with Vogue.

My mouth wouldn't close, so Evan had to shut it for me.

"I'm guessing I look good, huh," Evan laughed.

"I would sit on it- disrespectfully," I blurted out.

"What," He gasped.

"Huh," I responded, "Oh, you look nice."

I sat up from the bench. I needed to get out of here before I did something unholy. Evan smiled as he began to adjust his belt. I could have sworn he flexed his muscles as he did.

"Hold on," he teased, "We're not just going to ignore that."

"Anyways," I ignored him, "I think seeing you like that would make my cousin cry at her wedding, so our mission is complete. I have to leave."

"What about your dress," he chuckled.

"When you do your hair, have it down," I continued, "It'll compliment this aesthetic."

"Y/n," Evan laughed.

"Maybe a man bun with one strand hanging in the front," I rambled, "Oh my God!"

"Y/n," Evan exclaimed, "Listen to me."

Evan leaned down and whispered in my ear.

"I still have those condoms in the car if you want to..."

"I'll see you tomorrow," I exclaimed.

I grabbed my purse off the floor and rushed out of the shop. My whole body felt like it had exited a sauna. Evan was too hot to handle, and I almost brought out the oven mitts. I rushed to my car and drove off. Filming would not be so easy tomorrow.

"Today would be the day we film this scene, huh," I exclaimed aloud, "How the hell am I going to be able to do this shit?"

"Are you good over there," my friend Owen asked.