#evanpetersfanfic

[foggedupwindows]

part two

After an hour of easy chatter, Evan finishes his second drink and looks at his watch. The sense of disappointment that comes over me is surprising. "Do you need to go?" I ask.

He looks up at me. "Well…." He looks around. "Kind of. But…."

"It's okay. I'm here most days." I realize that might sound pathetic. "I mean, not for this long. I stay up the street."

He turns toward me and leans in. "I would love to give you my number."

My cheeks heat up. "Really?"

He smiles. "Yeah. I have an errand to run but really want to see you again."

We exchange numbers and chat for a few more minutes before Evan's phone goes off. He holds it up. "Uber's here," he sighs. He stands and grabs his coffee mug. "I'll be free in like forty five minutes. I just need to run somewhere real quick."

"Okay. I'll text you," I say, standing with him. We drop our dishes at the counter and head for the door. As we hit the sidewalk, Evan smiles down at me. "This was so fun. You're really easy to talk with."

I return his smile. "You are, too. I can't wait to see you again."

He pulls me in for a tight hug before heading over to his Uber. He waves and they drive away. For a moment I am stuck. Like the last hour is all catching up with me. What a dream. He is so warm and engaging. Alert and methodical. I love the way his mind tries to tie into everything I say. Such genius.

I blink and look down the road. I see a mess of red hair moving toward me and my heart pounds. "Ally!" I squeal, running toward a stunning, frumpy babe of a woman.

"Girl!" she says, running toward me. "What are you doing?"

"You're not going to believe what I HAVE been doing."

I give her the rundown of the chat I had. After Evan and I talked about Crypticon, we kind of veered into darker subjects, obviously excluding the worst of the worst. But he's a pretty nerdy guy and enjoys many different genres. We had momentarily touched on the subject of sex.

"Wait," Ally says, grabbing my arm. "You… talked… about sex… with Evan Peters?"

I nod and we both squeal a little.

"And??" she asks.

"Well…."

Evan had mentioned he wasn't into anything super weird. I had tried to press the subject but he was adamant.

"He did, however… say…." I blush.

"What!?"

I cover my face with my hands. "He's submissive."

Ally shrieks in my ear. She jumps around in a circle before grabbing onto me again. "And?!"

I peak from between my fingers. "I told him… I'm a switch."

Ally primal screams up to the sky: "You are living my dream!"

I back away from her laughing. We have made it to her apartment up the street from the cafe. I've been staying with her for months. I've known her for years. We've both been hot on Evan Peters for over a decade. The excitement we're sharing is so fun.

We clomp inside then up the stairs to Ally's apartment. The dark-flowered wreath hanging from her door is always a welcome sight.

We go inside and Ally immediately heads for the teapot on the stove. I walk toward the small window above the kitchen sink and look out at the hazy afternoon. Springtime in Seattle is perfect. The water is a great dark blue, to match the clear skies. A breeze blows through the open window to cool the slowly seeping, warm promise of summer.

"What's your poison today?" Ally asks, standing in front of her tea cupboard. I look up at her porcelain cups (strictly Do Not Touch) and admire the delicately painted flowers and golden rims. There are boxes and containers of tea, ranging from a simple chamomile to exotic teas with foreign languages written on the packaging. My eyes stop at a rose tea, and I reach for it.

"Ooh," Ally teases. "Feeling a little lovely?"

"I try to hide a smile but Ally laughs. "This is kind of wild!" she exclaims, setting a couple of black eartherware mugs on her wooden counters. "Of all the people, all of the weird random dreamy scenarios…." She is shaking her head as she pours steaming water into both of the mugs. She has chosen an herby, nettle tea mix. The metal tea infuser floats to the top of her mug before bubbling its way back to the bottom. "I should have come with you this morning. We could be having a threesome instead."

"I doubt he would be down for that, anyway," I say as I reach for my mug. Ally gives me a sideways glance.

"Everyone can be persuaded," she says lightly.

I chuckle as we make our way into the living area. Ally has this great, overstuffed green couch that is almost too large for the space. It's full of silk pillows and a couple of cozy, hand-made blankets. We set our cups on her glass coffee table and pick up our knitting projects. Ally is making this intricate, beautiful cream-colored cardigan. I am making a square. To go with all of my other squares of various colors and yarn types.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and my heart goes wild. I try to ignore it, to enjoy some time with Ally. We knit for about ten minutes, alternating between knitting and sipping our tea. We talk about some small plans for our week. Ally's brother is coming to visit from Vancouver, so we talk about some of the bars she wants to go to. I tell her about this fun goth bar over in Tacoma, and she mentions a fun, dark bar in Fremont.

My phone buzzes again. Ally's ears perk up, and she beams at me. "Is that him?"

I take out my phone and unlock it. Two new messages. I smile up at Ally. "It's him." I look back down at my phone and immediately drop it. "Oh my god," I say, head in my hands.

"What?" Ally asks, grabbing my phone. She pauses a moment before saying, "Oh my god!"

The two messages are from Evan.

"Free tonight?" the first message says.

"Would love to hear more about you being a switch."

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[coleaep]

TIRED

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WARNINGS⚠️- not proof read, small make out and tiny mention of nudity, but other that that FLUFF

I reached over to Evan who was barely asleep next to me, us both knowing our 8 month old daughter would be crying again for the 20th time tonight soon.

He turned to me and glared at me in awe. I moved my hand up to sooth his cheek and he puts his hot hand on my arm as I do so.

I brush his messy blonde locks from his face, him releasing a hum and he snakes his hand from my arm to around me torso. “I’ll look after her pretty boy. I know you got a big day tomorrow” I say with a faint smile. “I don’t mi-”, and to no surprise C/N was balling her eyes out for no reason once again.

“I’ll go”, he says and I hum a ‘thanks’ response. I giggle watching as his nude body slipped from the covers and he rolled his eyes only letting more giggles out of me. I continue to watch as he puts on a pair of his boxers and walks out to our crying baby.

About 10 minutes later evan walks in, taking off his boxers whilst falling back under the covers and pulling me into a cuddle. “You know your gunna have to put them back on in a another 15 minu-” “shhhh” he hushes put his lips on mine for a passionate kiss.

Seconds later I feel his tongue look for an entrance which it happily gets. Our lips move in sink and I feel his soft hand reaching for the hem of my panties. “Ev- we can’t baby. What if we wake her”. As I finish my sentence he huffs, but nods understanding that C/N was such a light sleeper.

“What if I get my friend to babysit her tomorrow when you come home from work, so we can have a couple hours to ourselves?” “I would love that gorgeous”. We both chuckle once again snuggling in close. “I’m tired”, Evan whisperers. “Same”.

As we try to drift off to sleep for the fifth time that night the sympathetic cries of C/n return, Evan and I both groaning.

“I got it” I whine.

Really small but my brain can’t think rn 😇

[foggedupwindows]

part one

It's a warm, lazy morning. The coffee shop is bustling with a wild array of people, the tangy aroma of espresso filling the air with brightness and comfort. The sweet metallic sound of milk being steamed, paired with the crazed hum of orders being placed and companions chatting, allows me to further sink into my comfy leather chair by the brick fireplace.

This cafe has been my solitude for a while now. It was the first place I ran to after my break up six months ago, and the only sense of home I've had while couch surfing after being told I have to find somewhere else to live while my ex gets homey with his new flame. I browse job listings at places I am not qualified for and Windows shop beautiful apartments I couldn't afford even in three lifetimes.

I take a sip of my mocha, and stare out the fogged-up windows at the hardly-populated street. Quiet out today. Odd for a Wednesday.

As I am setting my mug on the table the cafe door opens and suddenly the hum in the place gets even more buzzy. Someone gasps and I look up briefly to see what the excitement is all about. Not noticing anything out of the ordinary I get back to work searching for a new life.

After a few moments I feel someone staring at me and look around quickly. I see a handful of people looking away from me. I look around for another moment before deciding it's nothing to worry about and bury myself in my laptop again.

A man sits beside me in the next chair. Out of the corner of my eye I can see him lift one leg to rest on the other. I take a peak at his shoes; they look comfortable. I start to wonder if I should buy a new pair of sneakers, and realize I left a few pairs of shoes at my ex's house.

"Damn it," I mutter.

I decide I need to buy a new pair of shoes. I take another glance at the man's shoes and he wiggles his foot. I glance up at his face and my cheeks burn red.

Deep brown eyes and a shy smile meet my gaze. I shoot a look at his golden curls and feel my face get hotter.

I quickly grab my mocha and take a sip. My mind is spinning as I swallow down the sweet, foamy chocolate drink. I'm pretty sure Evan Peters is in the seat beside me. I fight the urge to call someone for reassurance that it's a totally normal situation and nothing to panic about. I take another sip as I stare at my phone and will someone to call. This is totally normal, right? Not worth freaking out over. The caffeine is the reason my adrenaline is pumping. My hands are shaking because of the sugar.

I set my cup down and take a moment to breathe. At least, I think I'm breathing. I pull my laptop closer to me and start looking at the apartment listing again. Great area, rooftop garden, Evan Peters, view of the Sound….

I let out a sigh and close my laptop. The listing looks nice and I definitely don't want to lose it by absent-minded scrolling while trying to refocus on the present.

I toy with the edge of my Chromebook for a moment before looking up at the man beside me. And by look, I mean completely check out. Khaki pants, navy blue sweater, wild beautiful golden hair. He is looking out the window.

"Hi," I somehow manage, turning toward him.

He smiles over at me. "Hey," he says. "Hope I'm not bothering you. The place is kind of full."

"No, not at all." I laugh through my nose. "This place is always pretty busy. But these are the best seats in the house."

He rubs the arm of his chair. "Yeah, they looked pretty comfortable. I've never been here before and was kind of hoping for a quiet place to hang." He looks around. "Can't beat good coffee though."

I nod and reach for my drink.

"What are you drinking?" he asks.

"A lavender mocha. It's my fave," I say, lifting the cup to my lips.

"That sounds nice." He looks out the window again before looking back at me. "What's your name?"

"I'm Cate." I toy with the cup between my hands. Do I… ask him his name? That's decent, right? I smile up at him. "What's your name?"

He smiles. "I'm Evan."

I nod, staring deeply into my coffee cup. "What are you… how long… uh… What made you choose this cafe?" My face is redder than a cherry right now.

"Well--"

"Evan!"

We both snap our heads in the direction of the coffee bar. The barista is sliding a mug over the granite counter. Evan jumps up and excuses himself.

I lean back in my chair and let out a puff of breath. I remind myself that meeting a celebrity is exciting and overwhelming, and it's totally okay to be making an ass of myself. Am I making an ass of myself? I sit forward and set my mug on the table.

Evan makes his way back to me-- the chair-- his seat and smiles at me as his sits. He takes a sip of his coffee before setting it down to cool. "Mm," he says. "That's great."

"What'd you get?"

"Just an americano. With cream." He smiles sheepishly.

"That sounds delicious. The coffee here is so good. Caffe Umbria is my absolute fave."

"First time I've tried them."

"Their drip coffee is probably the best I've ever had. It's so flavorful, literally the perfect cup of coffee."

"Are you a cream and sugar girl or do you like it straight up?"

I laugh. "I definitely like cream and sugar. Unless it's iced. Can't stand the acidity of coffee beans otherwise."

"Hm. I get that. Can't relate but I get it," he laughs.

We sit for a moment in silence. We both stare out the window. Maybe a minute goes by before he looks over at me again. "I'm here to check out Crypticon. Have you heard of it? It's like a horror convention."

I slap the arm of my chair excitedly. "Yes!" I try to contain my excitement. "I go every year. I met Denis O'Hare last year. Such a sweetie!"

Evan beams. "It seems like a cool thing."

"It's pretty fun. Lots of great artists. They play horror movies all day. I met my husband there."

Evan nods. "That's adorable."

"Yeah. He's pretty hairy though… pretty sure he had just come from the woods or something." I smile up at Evan.

He looks at me sideways with a laugh. "That's… romantic."

"Mhm," I giggle. "I guess he hadn't been seen in years. Everyone seemed so happy to see him...."

Evan furrows his brow, his smile fading. "What?"

I pull out my phone and show him and picture of me and Big Foot.

"Oh!" Evan laughs. "Oh!"

We laugh as I zoom in on the image. The mask the guy was wearing is pretty good, but the small dark space between the plastic and his eyeballs makes us laugh harder. "He was such a great Squatch though," I manage to squeak out. "He didn't even say a word."

"Just a prom-esque photo with Big Foot," Evan laughs. "I love it. I love that for you."

"Thanks," I say. I put my phone away and look at him. "There are some marital issues though," I sigh.

"Oh?"

I nod solemnly. Evan and I have tears in our eyes from laughing. "Yeah," I breathe. "I haven't seen him in months."

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