Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Main Attraction -Evan Peters

Imagine: Evan and you are taking a road trip, but Evan can't keep his focus on the road.

"Fifty-nine bottles of rum on the wall, fifty-nine bottles of rum," Evan and I sang as we drove down the deserted road, "Take one down pass it around Fifty- eight bottles of rum on the wall." Evan turned his head and began to stare at me. It was a good thing that no other cars were on the road because he had stopped paying attention.

"What are you looking at," I asked.

I turned my head and began looking out the passenger window to avoid him seeing my cheeks rise. The smile he put on my face was too noticeable.

"Just enjoying the view," He smiled as he turned his face forward and studied the road, "You know I've been wanting to tell something this whole trip."

I raised an eyebrow, "Oh yeah," I said as turned to look back at him and observe him and all his adorable features. The stubble on his face. His beautiful brown eyes. His smooth, pale skin. The way his dimples formed when he smiled. His long brown locks flowed just above his shoulder. God, this man is beautiful. "And what's that?"

"We've been driving around to see and admire all these different attractions," He shook his head, "But the main attraction I truly wanted to view is you." He looked at me.

I rolled my eyes. "You gotta do better," I laughed. He joined in. "That was utterly horrendous, never do that again. Like. EVER."

"I'm sorry," he chuckled, "But you gotta give me credit, I've been working on that one for days." He stared at me with puppy dog eyes.

"Mama Peters did not endure 9 months of pain just for you to grow up and say that shit," I side-eyed him, " That was disrespectful to her."

"Ouch," he laughed harder, "I'll keep it to myself next time." He then looked back at the road. Then back at me and started staring again.

"What now," I smirked at him.

"So does that mean I can't explore you or-"
"EVAN?!?!"