Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Take A Number Pt.3

Time moves fast when anticipation is involved because it felt like Evan and I had made those date plans yesterday, but two days had passed. Saturday was now in the act. I spent the beginning of the day prepping for this moment: getting waxed, getting my nails done, and I shopped for new dresses- and lingerie sets because teasing my hot neighbor was more fun than I'd expected. Only for the imagination, though. I didn't care how seductive he was. He'd still have to wait before I gave him the green light, but I must admit the light was lime now.

My phone buzzed as I fixed my hair, fluffing out my curls as I admired myself in the mirror. If I had stared for too long, I would've canceled the date because giving anyone a chance was charity work with how I looked. A second buzz knocked me out of my trance as I grabbed my phone. On instinct, I smiled upon seeing his name, which was not good. He'd win if he noticed how he made me giggle like a schoolgirl. I could not let that happen. Internally, I shook off the butterflies I felt and regained my composure, reading the texts he had sent.

Evan:

I'm outside, but we could cancel, and you could let me inside.

You could let me inside your house afterward.

Giving up was not in his bloodline, but neither was it in mine. I needed to keep him on his toes. Ignoring the message, I slipped into heels and strutted out the door. He hadn't noticed me as he stared at his phone, awaiting me to respond. He sure knew how to clean up pretty well as he leaned against the passenger door of his car. A half-buttoned, chest-exposing collared shirt always made the Tom and Jerry 'Awooga' soundtrack go off in my head. If my eyes could pop out of my head, how he made me feel would be a dead giveaway. I tapped him on the shoulder to gather his attention, looking at his phone to make sure I wasn't being arrogant. I wasn't.

"Cute. You wait for me to respond like that," I teased.

"When you like a show, you pay attention," he responded.

The way he studied my dress showed he wanted to rip it off me. His eyes inspected every curve of my body. We would've missed the reservations if I hadn't said anything.

"I'm guessing you like something, you see," I teased.

"I do. I'd also like to see it removed," he flirted.

"Don't you think we should probably go to the restaurant and get drinks since you're so thirsty," I teased.

I wouldn't be surprised if I started to see a mirage because my body's temperature skyrocketed immediately. The Sahara Desert could not be as hot as I was. A smirk crept on his face as he opened the passenger's door for me.

"Ladies first," he responded.

I swirled my glass of wine as I tried to avoid his stare. He hadn't looked away since we'd been seated; he could've taken me to a museum if he wanted to look at art all night, but I couldn't blame him.

"You know most dates involve talking," I spoke.

"What I want to say might be a little too risque, but if you want to get kicked out of the restaurant...," he chuckled.

"What's the harm of saying your dreams? They'll only come true when you're asleep," I interrupted.

"You'll soon realize why I'm called Mr.Sandman," he countered.

I cleared my throat and took a sip of my wine. His courage never failed to astonish me and take me by surprise. Something about his bluntness wooed me. He got straight to the point, never beating around the bush with his cleverness.

"Cat got your tongue," he teased.

"No, it's more like a dog. Do you use that line frequently, Mr. Melatonin," I said.

"You don't have to believe me. I may not have the sleeping dust on me right now, but I always carry a wand," he continued.

"I'm guessing it has a curve because you're hooked," I stated.

The man chuckled as he leaned back in his chair, throwing his hands in the air.

"Okay, I'll give you that one. You win," he laughed.

"Are you breaking character right now? What happened to Mr. Flirtation," I questioned.

"He's finally met his match. I have to surrender. You've taken my throne- for tonight," he admitted.

I grinned as he stood from his chair and bowed, praising me still as he sat back down.

"Thank you. Although, I told you I'm too much to handle. Listen to the warning signs next time," I advised.

"Witty banter aside, I honestly like you, Y/n. I'm usually not the type to chase, but I genuinely want to be the one you blow away," he admitted.

"Was that a blowjob reference," I questioned.

"More like a double entendre. You catch on quick," he praised.

"I am your match, aren't I- just pray your piece fits right in my puzzle," I insisted.

I winked at him and took another sip of my drink. The look of surprise on his face almost made me choke. He wanted to say something but was interrupted by our waitress bringing out our food. I could see the anticipation in his eyes. He was still going to wait, though. I just liked watching him getting excited for no reason. But I must admit, he was getting closer each day.

Y/n- 3, Evan- 0