Evan Peters Imagines, Smut & Preferences - DISCONTINUED

Evan Peters - Passengers (fluff)

You sunk down in the seat, checking your paper ticket to check if you sat at the right number of the Acela Express.

Leaving your purple, unintentionally heavy suitcase behind the seats, you let a soft sigh escape your lips.

It was a long way from the heart of New York City to the outsides of Philadelphia.

Well actually, it was only a 2 hour trip with the Acela Express, but you hated waiting.

It was your mom who carefully asked you to come home for a small vacation on the phone a few days ago. It's been almost a year since you saw your parents.

Five years ago you got the chance to become a model in the Big Apple. And you took it.

So you moved to a small, ordinary apartment in the outsides of New York.

But the past years you've been working so hard, which now pays off with an astonishing, luxurous penthouse and a Ferrari.

Pulling your h/c locks into a messy bun, you started losing your focus in your favorite music that was booming through your headphones.

A strong hand laid itself softly on your shoulder in an intent not to scare you.

You put the half of your headphones aside to make one ear free for listening.

Looking to your right there was a blonde haired young man, his white blouse had two loose buttons and his backpack hung loosely over his shoulder.

"I think this is my seat." he spoke, pointing to the seat beside you that was currently occupied by your backpack.

"Oh, I'm sorry." You mumbled before taking your backpack out of the seat and dropping it under your knees.

You put the headphones back in their usual spot and replayed the song you were forced to miss.

About a half minute later you realized the young man was trying to talk to you.

You looked his way again and pushed your headphones aside, falling around your neck and wrecking your messy hair even more.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" You asked politely, trying not to seem irritated by the sudden interruption.

A small smirk played around his lips as he softly pointed to your headphones. "What are you listening to?"

You thought about it for a second, not wanting to come of weird or pretentious if you'd name one particular artist. So instead you said: "Actually, everything. I kinda like every genre. I'm very open minded."

"Yeah, me too. I try to keep my options open so you don't get stuck to the same thing all the time." his eyes darted down to you and that's when you recognized his face. But you couldn't place a name with it.

"So, where are you headed?" The blonde haired male asked you kindly. His words snapped you out of your trance.

'Um, I'm going to see my parents in Philadelphia for the week.' You were suprised of yourself as to how many details you gave this stranger.

'Oh, really? I'm going to Philadelphia too!' his excitement was adorable.

'Do your parents live there too?' you asked, thinking the coincidence was too much of a coincidence.

'Uhm, I'm not visiting my parents, I'm going there for my job. I'm an actor so I need to travel a lot.' He spoke calmly.

'Oh, wait.' you bit your lip hoping you weren't gonna make a fool out of yourself. 'You're Evan Peters, right?'

He just nodded calmly. 'Yeah.'

'Oh my God, that is so cool!'

'I'm just a normal person.' he spoke.

'No, you're Evan freaking Peters! You're super famous!'

'And you're y/n y/l/n. You are also famous. Best model in the United States if you ask me.'

Your mouth fell open and you started blushing. Taken by suprise you giggled. 'You know who I am?'

He huffed a little. 'You're cute when you're excited.'

A shade of pink rushed itself to your face. You had no comment on that so you just sunk back in your seat and eventually fell asleep.

Luckily, about ten minutes before you needed to get off the Acela, you awoke from your slumber.

The famous actor beside you was long gone. Frowning you aimed your gaze back at the seat in front of you where a note sticked.

You took the small, slightly destroyed paper that had a phone number written on the front and turned it around to read what it said.

"Y/N, if you should ever consider building up a career as an actress, hit me up. If not, hit me up anyway. With great pleasure,
Evan Freaking Peters"