Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Mixed Signals Pt. 3 18+

The day finally came when I'd show my cousin where she could shove my foot. My cousin's wedding day was finally here. I couldn't lie and say I wasn't anxious, not because of her, but because of Evan. I couldn't stop thinking about him as I spun around in the dress he bought me, reminiscing on our best moments and imagining the future ones. A loud knock on my door brought me back to reality. I hurried down the hall to the entrance, bracing myself for the man I'd seen many times today in my head. Evan stood with a box in his hand, a gorgeous flower inside, smiling as he examined me.

"Wow," Evan exclaimed, " That dress looks stunning on you!"

"Thank you, Evan. You know you look as handsome as always," I responded, "What's with the box?"

"It's a corsage," he answered.

"A corsage," I questioned, "Aren't those usually for proms, not weddings?"

"Yeah, but I thought about when you told me you never got the best prom because of your cousin," he disclosed, "So, I figured weddings are similar. Why not make this your prom experience?"

Evan grabbed my hand and placed the flower around my wrist.

"It's beautiful, Evan," I beamed, "Thank you."

"Anything for you, Y/n," he replied, "Are you ready to cause chaos?"

"Oh, you bet I am," I exclaimed.

My cousin, Janice, was livid from the moment she walked down the aisle to now; she couldn't handle not being in the spotlight because she always was, especially during my accomplishments. Janice was always the important one, but not anymore; she finally understood how I felt, but something in me knew she wouldn't go down without a fight.

The reception would be one that I'd never forget. Shock took over on every face. The groom, Mike, and groomsmen almost broke their necks to stare at Evan and me; this earned the groom a slap from the pregnant maid of honor, Alice, and the women practically fell off their feet when Evan breathed, but I couldn't blame them. Evan played the role of the perfect boyfriend all night. At one moment, it felt like he wasn't acting as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me after I'd caught my cousin's bouquet. God, he played this role too well. I started to get in my head again, making up scenarios where we were more than friends, even imagining our wedding. I needed to snap back to reality.

"Hey, Evan," I whispered, "I'm getting tired of all this talking. Maybe we should dance?"

"You read my mind," he replied.

I wasn't the best dancer, so if I didn't want to look like a fool in front of him, I needed to clear my head and think of what moves to do. This would keep my mind from spiraling into another Mr. and Mrs. Peters fantasy. For a moment, I forgot where and what we were there for as we were merely having fun, dancing around the dancefloor. Tonight was more than I'd imagined, and I couldn't care less for Janice until she stormed over to us.

The anger on her face exposed her as the bridezilla she was. She hadn't spoken to me the whole night or even thanked me for attending her wedding. She even thanked her sister for showing- and she fucked the groom.

"Hi, favorite cousin," she spoke, " How are you? I almost thought you wouldn't make it. I'm so glad to see you here- and with Evan Peters."

Janice shoved me to the side and held her hand out to him.

"Hi, I'm sure you've noticed me. I'm Janice. The current and beautiful bride," she greeted, "But, we never know how long marriages will last anyway. I could be single tomorrow and free."

Evan looked to me for help. Was she seriously trying to take my date from me at her wedding?

"How classy, Janice," I teased, "Already looking for your next victim when you've just trapped one in your web. Most black widows would till their partners dead, or are you a different pest today? Let me guess, you're crawling around where you're not wanted- oh wait, you're a roach."