Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Game Night Pt. 4

The aura around me was absolute perfection. I had no clue what was different, but I awakened from the best sleep I'd ever had. Everything around me felt perfect. My body never felt this comfy before. The feeling of my soft cotton sheets gave me a sense of security, although I could've sworn I had satin sheets. Rubbing my hand on the crease of the mattress, the bed was firmer than usual, almost like a person. My eyes shot open as I remembered someone else slept in here with me last night. I squealed and jumped up, startling him awake.

"Fuck. What happened? Whose ass do I have to kick," he exclaimed.

"Your own. Why were you holding me? You were supposed to stay on the floor," I interrogated.

"I did until you woke up halfway in the middle of the night and cried until I got in the bed and held you," he explained.

Kai gave me a cocky smirk as I rolled my eyes at him.

"That sounds nothing like me. I would never do that," I insisted.

"Well, I would never cuddle with a bitch, but look how things have changed. Consider yourself lucky, Y/n. If this were my house and you were some other broad, you would've been out the window," he admitted.

"Don't you mean the door," I asked.

"No. I genuinely have tossed bitches out the window. The door reserved for more special people," he informed.

"God. You're such a dick," I sneered.

"That doesn't stop the ladies from banging at my window again- and it didn't stop you from rubbing my chest," he joked.

"I was half-asleep," I exclaimed.

"And trying to keep me awake. Next time, stroke lower," he teased.

He winked at me before laughing and laid back down on my bed. The urge to wrap him in my sheets, drag him out of my room, and push him down the steps was strong.

"There won't be a next time, and don't get too comfortable. I've got to leave soon and get to practice...," I fussed.

I remembered what happened last night as I thought of my wrestling team and how we were now down a member. Kai sat up and watched as sheer panic took over me again.

"Hey, do not start crying again. I've finally gotten it out of my head," he demanded.

"Your main focus is me crying. Kai! We killed a guy last night," I protested.

"You killed him. I just conspired it. If it makes you feel any better, I could rub your chest," Kai insisted.

"Oh my God! How did I let someone as stupid as you get me in this predicament," I sighed.

I got up from the bed and paced around back and forth.

"Ouch. I'd say I'm pretty smart. Not many people have used that murder method- not even the black widows," he pointed out.

Kai stood from the bed and grabbed my arms, making me stand still to face him.

"Listen, Y/n. I get you're freaked out, but no one knows we were at that party, and everyone downstairs thinks we were up here. You have nothing to worry about. Besides, we're in this together," he expressed.

I nodded and took a deep breath. Maybe he was right. We played everything so clever. Our alibi was solid as a rock, and no one saw my face at the party. We'd changed clothes before we left, so even if someone did notice me, their only description would be someone in all black, and Kai planned on disposing of our outfits later on. We'd both worn gloves just in case also. As a bonus, I still had the bottle that carried unwashed poppy seeds, and Kai promised to take care of that. As much as I hated it, Kai was right. It would take a miracle to figure out it was us.