Evan Peters Imagines, Smut & Preferences - DISCONTINUED

Evan Peters; We're Lying To Ourselves

WARNING; FEELS AHEAD!

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You sat there, on the black leather couch in your shared appartment.

Rereading that same text message over and over again made you cry even more.

It was from your boyfriend -if you could still calm him your boyfriend- Evan Peters.

You'd loved him since you were seventeen, you were twenty-four now.

It was pouring outside, but the stars and the moon were brighter than ever.

Wait, rewind to where it really begin. With who it began.

You and Evan decided to move in together on your twentiest birthday.

Since then the two of you had been closer than ever.

He'd always been so supportive for you, your biggest dream was to ever publish a novel.

He had helped you so much to achieve your goal.

Ever since you were seventeen, everything you had achieved you had to thank Evan for it.

And then the moment came that he got one of the main roles in this upcoming movie called Adult World.

His love intrest was played by Emma Roberts, and you were so happy for him.

You knew when Evan had projects to do he was out way more often than when he had nothing to work on.

You didn't mind, the to of you trusted eachother. 

In your spare time you'd work on your new novel.

You weren't too shocked when a lot of pictures of Evan and Emma appeared in magazines and online.

Evan was a social person, he got along with everyone.

But these past few weeks were different.

The studio he was working now wasn't too far from home, Evan could easily drive fourty minutes to go home.

But he didn't. Frankly you hadn't seen him since last week, which upsetted you, of course.

And then more and more of closer pictures started to appear, selfies even.

Last morning Emma posted one of her and Evan, sharing the same bed, Evan was shirtless on the picture.

He always wore a shirt to bed, except when he had done the deed and went to sleep after.

After seeing that picture you had cried for hours.

You had tried to call him the entire week, but from all of those calls there was only one he answered.

You remembered how it felt when you heard his voice everytime he came home from work, it was the most blissful sound you'd ever heard.

You also remembered how it felt when he picked up the phone, it wasn't that same feeling anymore because you knew something wasn't right.

You made yourself believe that it was all a media stunt and it would be okay, you would be fine.

He wasn't cheating on you, he'd never, that's what you told yourself.

But deep inside you knew.

You were just lying to yourself.

As for Evan, of course he felt guilty of what he was doing to you.

Of course he knew he shouldn't have done it, he should've gone home every day instead of spending the nights and spare time in a hotel room with Emma.

But the two of you were together for seven years, he needed some excitement in his life.

He didn't expect that excitement to come in a female form, though.

And he was tired, tired of hurting you.

Deep down he knew you'd sit on the floor crying your heart out, and he knew he should've went home then and it would all be okay again.

But that was the problem, you'd forgive him and Evan knew that.He knew you'd forgive him and he didn't wanted you to because what he did was unforgivable.

It broke him, just as much as it broke you.

And he never expected Emma to actually post that picture of the kiss.

She posted it on every social media account, it looked so real.

But it wasn't. 

Evan knew, just like Emma knew, that it was a rehearsal for the next scene they'd be doing.

But to the outside world that picture looked very real.

And at that moment, just a mere half hour after he'd decided he'd go home tonight and talk to you, he knew he couldn't return home.

It wouldn't be fair towards you. 

So he send you a text.

And there you sat, on that couch you used to share together with Evan, the man you loved so much.

And still did.

You were crying so hard that it was as if you'd never be able to stop again.

"I'll probably be back home by next weekend. I love you, and I'm sorry. xxx Evan"

You kept holding onto it, maybe he would come home.

But the fact that you knew he wouldn't made you cry even more. 

You and Evan had been lying to yourselves.

He wasn't coming home again. 

And you wouldn't find a way to fix this.