Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Toothbrush- Rory Mohanan

The feeling of lying under warm bed sheets was a feeling I'd always enjoyed, but these sheets weren't mine. My eyes opened as soon as my mind did; I glanced around the room as I sat up and stretched. Everything came back to me as I remembered last night. Date nights usually ended with me sprawled out in my boyfriend's bed, but my headache was worse than usual. I will forever remember never to mix vodka and Hennessey, but some life lessons had to be learned.

"Someone's finally up," Rory spoke.

The room smelled heavenly as I turned to look at the love of my life. He stood over the stove and stirred what looked like eggs. He had a studio apartment, so his room, kitchen, and entertainment area were all in the same room. Rory was an up-and-coming actor, so he didn't have a big, fancy apartment or a headboard yet, but that didn't matter. I loved him regardless. He always tried to give me the world even when he didn't have it, put up with my drunken shenanigans, and protected me even when I was a villain to myself- except from this time as the hangover had kicked my ass. Recently, he had just gotten this new apartment, and yesterday, he had gotten a role in some supernatural documentary. Life was about to take off for him, so last night we partied like tomorrow didn't exist, but this migraine I had made me wish tomorrow hadn't.

"How long was I out," I yawned.

"You slept the breakfast and brunch," he responded.

"No, I slept through breakfast- it's the most important meal of the day," I whined.

He laughed as he watched me throw a small tantrum in his sheets.

"I know it's your favorite, Y/n. So, I'm making you some now," he revealed.

"Yay- wait, no. Fuck," I blurted out.

"What's wrong, babe," he questioned.

"I forgot my 'spend the night' bag. I need to go back to my house," I sighed.

I got so excited about Rory's news that I forgot to grab my bag on my way out of my apartment.

"No, don't leave yet. What's so important about it that you have to go get it," he complained.

"It has every basic item I need to survive. My toothbrush, deodorant, body wash, hair products- you know the basics," I responded.

"If it's just stuff like that, you can use mine for now," Rory suggested.

I appreciated the consideration, but I could not use his hair products. I would not, but it wasn't wash day anyway, so my hair would suffice. I could deal with the other stuff except the toothbrush.

"I love you, babe, but I'm not using your toothbrush. I can use the other stuff, but I still need that," I chuckled.

"Fine, if you insist. Hurry back, though," he begged.

"I will, but I need to use your restroom first," I responded.

The mattress sprang back up as I stood from it and walked into his bathroom. I skimmed around at his hygienic products because I was curious about what he used since he always smelled nice and looked incredible. Confusion possessed my body once I realized that he had two toothbrushes. I took a deep breath to contain the feminine rage that flowed through me at that moment and reminded myself that I looked too good for prison right now. I grabbed the other toothbrush and walked back out into the room.

"Rory, who's toothbrush is this," I interrogated.

"Yours," he answered.

He needed to find somebody to play with in a minute cause I was not the one. I'd never seen this toothbrush in my life. I needed to check if my lashes were still even cause I didn't want them to look crooked in my mugshot. Maybe if I looked good enough, the world would sign a petition to bail me out. Rory was calm- as if he couldn't sense that his life was in danger with these games. I tried to remain as relaxed as possible because I truly loved and trusted him with my life.

"Do I look stupid to you? I know I didn't buy a new toothbrush," I stated.

"That's why you're the smartest girl I know," he replied.

I wasn't religious, but I started to pray. He needed to as well because Heaven was about to call his name if he didn't get his shit together. It took everything in my soul to refrain from launching the toothbrush at him, and this migraine was not any help from him. I was about to rage.

"I bought it for you. I also cleared a drawer in my dresser and made a space in my closet for when you visit," he spoke.

My whole body relaxed at his explanation. He could've said all of that in the first place. He was about to end up on Dateline instead of My Roanoke Nightmare. He smirked and shook his head as he bit into a piece of bacon.

"You were about to take my life, weren't you," he chuckled.

"At least you were aware. Why do you play so much," I responded.

"I think it's funny. Plus, it distracted you from what I'm about to ask you. You've been with me since I was at my lowest, and this new role might change everything for us, so I want to change it first. Y/n, will you move in with me," he asked.

My face lit up as I rushed over and hugged him from the side.

"Of course. I will. I love you, Rory," I responded.

"I love you too, Y/n. Just promise me you won't try and kill me every time I get a new toothbrush."