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my-own-walker · 10 months

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requesting kit with younger reader, where he picks her up from college and takes her for a milkshake but then they have sex in his car and after he has to drop her down the street because her parents don’t approve of him

Oh! You Pretty Things

note: this is cuteeeeee. thanks for the spicy kit request. i was getting bored of writing inside-the-asylum kit hehe

warnings: sm*t, p in v, oral m receiving, teasing, cursing, kinda overstim, not really tho

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The second hand moved so slowly on the clock, I thought it might be broken. Class always went slower when I knew I’d be seeing Kit afterward. Thursdays were our day.

My parents didn’t know. They hated the idea of me being distracted from my studies by some silly boy. I was, in fact, sticking my neck out by going to college as a woman, so I had to succeed. But, the new decade called for liberation for us women. I was proving a point by being able to date and do well in school.

I digress. I met Kit after my father's car got a flat. He showed up in his tow truck to save the day.

'Scummy, those mechanics,' my father quipped as we drove away.

I walked to the gas station Kit said he worked at the next day, set on getting him to ask me on a date.

We'd been secretly meeting up for dates ever since. He'd come to pick me up after my last class of the day every Thursday and take me out somewhere. I could, at times, sneak away to see Kit on other days of the week, but Thursdays were a set date. My mother and father had no idea. They thought I would stay late to study.

In my daydreaming daze, I almost didn't notice my classmates getting up to leave. I gathered my things hastily and rushed out of the room and into the bright daylight of the afternoon. The sun's light on the pavement was nearly blinding. I shaded my eyes with my hand as I walked to the curb, looking desperately for Kit's car.

Within seconds, his shiny black car came slowly up to the side of the street.

'Hey, pretty thing! You goin' my way, doll?' he called out of his window, acting as if he were a creepy stranger. I giggled and got into the passenger's side.

'You have no idea how nice it feels to do this,' I sighed, kicking my shoes off as Kit drove off.

'Rough day, beautiful?' He wore his work uniform. Some jeans, a white undershirt, and his button-up with his name on it. His hair was perfectly tousled, and the shirt was unbuttoned so that part of the white undergarment was showing. He looked soft and warm, and his smile lit up his eyes.

'Just a very long one, and I'm starving.'' I said, drawing out the word 'very.' I flipped down the visor and slid open the mirror, smoothing my hair and fixing the line of my lipstick while regarding my reflection. I pulled the tube of peach lipstick out of my bag and touched up my pout, making faces at myself all the while.

'Havin' fun over there?' Kit laughed.

'I'm beginning to think this shade is old hat,' I sighed. 'Maybe I should try red like Marilyn.'

'I don't care what color they are so long as I get to kiss 'em,' he smirked, taking one hand off the steering wheel and placing it on my upper thigh. I didn't even notice how far my dress had ridden up my leg since getting in the car.

I blushed and giggled, tucking the front pieces of my hair behind my ears. I will admit, I was still in the lavender haze with him.

He pulled into the parking lot of the small roadside diner in our town. It was quaint, tucked away in some trees, filled with truckers from out-of-state and old ladies meeting for lunch. It was a stone's throw from Kit's job, and the perfect place to hide away. Somewhere neither of my parents would dare go.

We sat at the tall counter in the center of the place. This was part of our little Thursday routine. I would always come out of class absolutely ravenous. We'd pick far-away or unknown places to eat before truly spending time together.

'You want somethin', my pretty thing?' Kit asked as the waitress stood in front of us.

'Honestly, a milkshake would be a gas,' I smiled up at the waitress. 'Strawberry.'

'That's all you want?' Kit asked as she walked away. 'Are you sure?'

'Yeah, Kit, I'm alright,' I replied, feeling around in my bag for a light for my cigarette. 'Shit, I must have dropped my lighter somewhere. It's not here.'

'Don’t worry doll, I got you,' he drawled, flicking his own open and holding it under the cigarette clenched in my teeth. I took a long drag and exhaled. The waitress returned and placed my drink in front of me, and Kit's meal in front of him.

I looked over at Kit and caught him taking me in. He looked me up and down and chuckled softly.

'My, you are a dream,' he cooed, placing a hand on my chin to bring me in for a kiss. I went in for a peck and was alarmed to find that Kit wanted more.

'Baby, not here,' I said through gritted teeth, pulling away quickly. I looked around to make sure no one saw. 'You're an animal.' I laughed and he returned the smile.

'I just can't control myself around you, pretty.'

'Well then hurry up and finish your food so we can peel out,' I giggled, pushing his shoulder playfully.

There was an old abandoned schoolhouse in town 5 minutes away from my house. Kit and I would find ourselves in the back parking lot frequently. Tucked away from the public eye in his car.

As soon as Kit parked the car, he dragged me into the back seat with him. We made out furiously, like two caged animals that were finally set free. It was a small space, but we sure made it work.

I took over, immediately pushing Kit's back up against the door, placing my hands on his chest to hold him down. His white undershirt was soft against my palms. I could feel his heart pounding furiously beneath my fingertips. A pace that signaled to me just how much he wanted this.

We kissed for only a short time before clothes started getting removed. First, I aided him in removing his work shirt. Then, I worked to undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. He slid them off quickly. I took that time to remove my panties, throwing them hastily to the front seat.

His erection was noticeable through his white briefs. My hand immediately reached to touch it, only for it to be held back.

'Not yet, sweetheart,' he smiled. He pushed me back into the door on my side and continued making out with me. His hands groped all over my body, paying particular attention to my breasts. 'Oh this dress just won't do,' he muttered.

My high-necked smock dress was fit for school, yes, but not for this. He reached behind me and unzipped the fabric smoothly. He tugged the material and it slid down to expose my bra. Kit smiled as he looked into my eyes, then turned his attention back to my chest. He peppered kisses all over my sensitive skin, making goosebumps raise all over my body.

First, he slid my left bra strap off my shoulder, creating a bit more slack and revealing more of my skin. He took his time to kiss all of the areas of skin he hadn't before, going agonizingly slow so that I would get hot and bothered. He loved when I was hot and bothered.

Next was the right bra strap. The ceremony continued. His ritualistic dance of adorning love to every inch of my body made every horrible minute spent without him worth it. His mouth inched closer and closer to the very edge of my bra. Eventually, I gave in to the teasing and reached back to unhook the damn thing myself.

Deciding I'd had enough, though, I pushed Kit back again. This time, all the way down so that he was laying across the back seat. My hand reached for his bulge and stroked it. He whimpered in pleasure. I took the waistband of his briefs in my fingers and tugged, making his dick spring loose.

I lined myself up with him and slid his throbbing erection into my slick middle, feeling every inch of it go deeper and deeper into me. I cried out involuntarily and began bouncing on it, feeling our two bodies connect naturally. My walls tightened around it. He moaned softly.

'Oh baby, yeah,' he spat through gritted teeth as I continued to ride him. I stooped down and kissed him passionately, still keeping a rhythm. His shaking hands reached up to grope my breasts again, this time more firmly. He slid his hands down to my waist and held it, almost as if he were trying to feel some sort of control over me.

I continued moving my hips atop his dick. His length went so deep within me, I thought I'd scream. I put both of my palms on either side of his chest to steady myself. His breathing got more ragged, and I could feel his heart racing still.

'Fuck,' Kit grunted, trying not to come so easily. He gathered what strength he had a lifted me off of his erection by my waist. I sat back and slid down to a laying position as he rose to position himself above me, both of us maintaining eye contact as we went. He wanted a turn on top.

I didn't even get a chance to settle before his large cock was inside me again. I yelped and screwed my eyes closed, existing at that moment at his very will. He held my wrists, which were resting just next to my head, down so that I couldn't move. I whined in protest but was silenced by his lips on mine.

Sweat formed on his brow. I could feel myself succumbing to the waves of orgasm. But, neither of us wanted to be the first to give in. I breathed heavily to steel myself, but it was to no avail. I came first, crying out and moaning loudly. He slid out of me and stroked my hair as the fits of pleasure overtook me.

Kit sat back against the door on his side of the car once again, breathing heavily. I regained my composure and sat up, sitting back on my heels. I stooped down and took his pre-cum covered dick in my mouth. I flicked my tongue over the tip and reveled in the whimpers and cries Kit was letting out. He grabbed and pulled my hair gently as I continued to suck him off.

'I-I'm gonna come,' he mustered, trying to warn me in case I wanted to stop. Instead, I let him blow his load directly into my mouth. I ignored the warmth and bitter taste as I swallowed. He moaned and threw his head back, eventually relaxing into his position. I wiped my mouth and sat back as well.

Recovered from his orgasm, Kit leaned forward and laid half-beside and half-on me, resting his head on my chest. I sighed in contentment.

'God, you're good at that,' Kit whispered, laughing softly. I laughed too. He grabbed my hand and brought it up to his lips to kiss it. He kissed the back of each finger as well to emphasize his gratefulness. He nestled closer into me. I nearly fell asleep listening to his breathing even out.

I gasped suddenly when I looked out the window and saw the sun setting. 'Shit, Kit, we have to get me home!'

We both worked quickly to redress. He helped me with the tough job of zipping up the back of my dress. I scrambled out of the back door and into the passenger door, slamming it shut and bringing the visor down to once again look at myself in the mirror. Kit clambered up to the front from the back seat and settled himself in.

He turned the key in the ignition and started the car up. He paused, though, before going. I looked away from fixing my lipstick for a moment to see what was the matter. Kit shifted in his seat and reached for something that was under him. In his hand was my panties.

'I uh, think you're gonna need these,' he chuckled, blushing. I smacked his arm and snatched them from his grip.

'Oh, hush! Stop! It's not funny,' I protested, half-laughing as well. I shoved them into my handbag demonstratively. 'Now hurry up and drive!'

The ride home was quick enough. The sun was still setting as Kit got to the end of my street. He had to drop me there to avoid my parents seeing anything.

'Are you sure you're gonna be okay walking over there this late? I don't need anyone snatching my girl,' Kit spoke.

'I'll be fine, Kit. No one really walks my street. Plus, it's not even that dark,' I assured him.

'Well okay, but I'll be parked here watching ya, okay?'

'Just don't be too obvious,' I warned.

He leaned over and grabbed my face, pulling me in for one last, passionate kiss. When I pulled away, my lipstick was all over his face. I just chuckled to myself and opened the door.

'I love you, you pretty thing,' he called after me.

'I love you too, Kit,' I smiled.

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Literally cannot lie I got a bit, uh, bothered myself writing this one LOL. Let me know if you liked this one!

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 2 years

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Tate Langdon Masterlist

I’m Still Here

NSFW Alphabet*

Dream Come True*

The Evans See Your SH Scars

How The Evans Would React If They Walked In On You Changing*

The Evans See You Having A Wet Dream About Them*

The Evans With A Photographer Boyfriend

The Evans See You Masturbating*

The Evans See You Do The Wap*

Deja Vu

The Evans Help You Through A Panic Attack

Pumped Up Kicks

Ouija Board

You Flinch During An Argument

Tate Langdon With A Nonbinary SO

I’ll Always Love You

Forever

Insomniac

manipulating tate to make him cry

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spookievan · 1 year

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night out w/ evan <3

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evanspresso · 1 year

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Could u maybe write something where evan has trouble sleeping, like he moves, cries a lot in his sleep and sometimes has really bad nightmares especially after shooting Dahmer and that makes his sleep really bad, and reader comforts him and cuddles whispering to him that’s she’s there whenever these episodes happen?? thank you 🥺

through thick and thin

Y/n knows it’s hard when you’ve been with someone for about a few months- give or take it’s been around five. She lost count because everything went to darkness.

It’s even harder when you start falling in love with someone who is having a hard time and there is nothing you can do but watch as they suffer there, right in front of you.

Y/n didn’t like to complain because what good would that do? She tried her best to be there for him and she tried her best to sooth his nerves and hold him when he cried.

She tried her best. It’s all she could do.

She snuggled under the covers, holding her boyfriend in her arms as she tried to match her breathing pattern with his. She kissed his back gently, fluttering her eyelids closed feeling the exhaustion wash over her body.

God only knew how tired she had been with the busy week she had been having. Job hunting was not her friend.

Y/n’s breath falls into a rhythm as her body started to finally rest into sleep mode. She felt herself drift into the blissfulness of pillows. Clouds and roses of dreams before suddenly jolting awake as she heard him cry out in utter agony.

"No, no, no, no!" he wined in his sleep. His voice raspy from exhaustion.

y/n immediately sat up and peaked over at her sleeping boyfriend who seemed to be having another one of his nightmares. Nights like these were when she cursed the day Evan was offered that role.

"Evan." she shook, "It's just a dream, it's not real please wake up." she cried out.

She friended watching him thrash against the sheets, beads of sweat dripping from his temple causing her to shake him with more force as she. Evan ti panic slightly.

"Hey, hey, look at me. Open your eyes my love." she pleaded, caressing his damp cheek.

She watched as his dark eyes blinked open, tears pooling at the rim's causing her chest to tighten before he pulled her down onto whims he could cling to her.

"It happened again" he whispered.

"I know, baby. It's just a dream though okay? It's not real life." Y/n whispered against his neck, peppering her plump lips against his warm neck.

Evan held her tighter, his heart beating so quick he was scared it would jump right out at his girlfriend. He let himself breath deeply against her as she held him in his arms, the couples breaths filling the air as she helped him calm down his breathing.

In and out. In and out.

"I'm sorry." Evan spilled out a while after the silence and breaths.

Y/n sighed, lifting her head to look at her boyfriend as he sighed out in defeat, his head falling back onto the pillow and making his messy hair fan around his head like a halo.

She gripped his face in her warm hands making him look directly in her eyes as she caressed his cheeks with her thumbs, a shudder rumbling between the two as he rested his hands against her hips, squeeing them in acknowledgment.

"Don't say sorry. You know I don't want to hear you say that. I am your partner and I love you and I am always here for you." she pressed.

"Even during the bad?" he asked bashfully. He knew the answer but he wanted to double check

"Especially during the bad." she said sternly. "You got that?" she nudged her chin.

"Yes." he hummed.

Her legs dangled off the countertop as he stood in between her parted legs, and boy, did he fit perfectly there. They smiled at one another as he took a sip of the hot chocolate she had made him.

Extra mini marshmallows because they didn't have the big ones. Y/n even dusted coco powder on top for the full affect making Evan smile happily.

"Best hot chocolate. Ever." he mused as he took a big gulp.

Y/n took a sip from her mug and beamed up at him through her lashes- placing the mug down onto the counter. "Feeling better?" she wanted to know.

Evan sighed, nodding his head slowly before placing his mug down so he could snake his arms around her waist and pull her into him. "Yes." he hummed. "Thank you.

"Always." she said lowly, placing her lips against his Adams apple. he groaned against her lips causing her to smile against his heated skin.

"What would I do without you?" he said aloud as he looked down at her before placing his lips against her softly.

"Not have the worlds best hot chocolate" she pointed.

#evan peters fluff #evan peters x reader #evan peters x y/n #evan peters imagine #ahs evan peters #evan peters #kai anderson #kit walker #tate langdon #kyle spencer #mr gallant #mr march #austin sommers #Evan Peters blurb #Evan Peters request #Evan Peters masterlist #Evan Peters oneshot #Evan Peters x you

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st4rboyhere · 1 year

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Evans on Valentine's Day + moodboards!!

Summary ➛ Some things I think the Evans would do for you for Valentine’s day.

Tags ➛ @famela-i @frqxto

Paring ➛ The Evans × gender netrual reader

Characters ➛ Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, (Post-death) Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Evan Peters.

A/n ➛ I’ve been in the Ahs fandom since 2014 but I’ve never posted anything I’ve written about it so I decided now would be a good time to start, request are open <3

Warnings ➛ A bit of cursing and suggestiveness

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➛ Tate Langdon ☻

✎.. Makes sure its perfect.

Tate's sure you're a blessing sent from the angels above gracing him with a holy light to show they see the slightest bit of Tate redeeming himself by resisting his violent urges, and losing you would make him go more insane than he already is, with you the world just doesn't seem to be as dark and if you were to leave there's a chance he would hurt again.

Sadly, he doesn't have much access to the outside world so he gets Addie to buy you gifts.

kicks his feet back and forth as he wraps your gifts in old Christmas paper from back when he was still alive as he pictures your face lighting up from his gifts.

Does start crying though because he begins to think that you’re too good for material items along with him and you deserve to spend your day with someone not as horrible as him.

Afterward he gets Addie to steal a rose their mother gets from her hookups so he can give it to you.

His other gifts are two teddy bears that made him immediately think of you and him. a cheesy Halloween/valentines card, and chocolate skeletons.

He's so excited about your reaction, he's never had a valentine before.

➛ Moodboard

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➛ Kit Walker ☻

✎… He can pull, it’s really obvious. He’s had plenty of valentines growing up so gifting you should be a piece of cake, right?

Wrong.

As much as I love Kit I have the feeling he doesn't pay attention to others that much. That's not his fault though he's just always stressed or busy.

When he's overhears his friends about what they're getting their partners he freaks out.

Valentine's day isn't too long away and he hasn't got you anything.

He feels like a terrible partner and he really doesn't want to make you upset in any way so as soon as he gets off work he calls Lana to ask what's the hottest thing goin on in town for couples.

Drive-in horror movies.

He's not the biggest fan of horror movies, in fact, he's deathly scared of them but for you, he can endure it.

Gets the kids to make you a card and plans the day out for the two of you, milkshakes and stupid death beach movies.

He hopes this goes good.

➛ Moodboard

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➛ Kyle Spencer ☻

(Post death)

✎… He loves Valentines day so much.

Doesn’t really understand it at all, but he knows you like to spend lots of time with him and give him kisses and cuddle and really that’s all that matters too him.

He doesn’t like to go out in public since you won’t let him slip his hands under your shirt or slip let him take your hands and slip them under his shirt (not sexually he just loves physical touch) so he prefers to stay inside and cuddle.

Kyle waits until you left with the other witches to sneak outside and pluck daisies to give you cause he wants to show his appreciation for your kisses and cuddles.

Wants to hold your hand and hear words he doesn’t know the meaning of leave your lips and kiss them before you drift in eachothers arms.

Has a giddy smile on his face from the thought of it.

➛ Moodboard

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➛ Jimmy Darling ☻

✎… Like Kyle, he doesn’t really like to go out, his reason being that the two of you can have a perfect date right where you are.

Why spend money doing something you might not even like when you two can spend it at work!! It's just so perfect.

He’ll even get Paul to stop it when you guys get to the very top so you can just look at the stars.

Puts all his money together and expands his..side job to more women to afford a star necklace for you.

Wont shut up about how he’s going to bring you in for a kiss and put it around your neck before you get of the Ferris wheel.

It’s absolutely perfect, for someone who’s perfect in his eyes.

➛ Moodboard

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➛ James Patrick March ☻

(pre-death)

✎… He’s so incredibly romantic.

Wakes you up bright in early and showers you with kisses, waiting until you practically scream for him to get off of you (personally I would never do that)

Tells you to clear your schedule to cause the two of you are having dinner tonight.

Due to his incredibly busy schedule, he won't be able to spend the whole day with you which he dreads.

A lot of people like to check into the hotel on Valentine's day and he loves to pry on young couples, especially those looking for a threesome with a rich man who might take a liking to the pair.

Although their attempts at a wealthy life would be hopeless and James has his eyes only on you.

As he slits the neck of his last victim of the evening, he makes sure to call upon Mrs. Evers to clean the mess as he sets and private candlelight dinner where no one, even his maid, will be able to interrupt the two of you.

Won't be able to keep a finger off of you the entire night, pulling you in for a deep kiss every moment your words come to end.

Truly, he isn't trying to be rude when he says this but he does wish you would shut up so he can taste more of you.

➛ Moodboard

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➛ Kai Anderson ☹︎

✎… What the fuck..

I mean how selfish of you to even think Kai would even do something for you.

He has a job. He’s working to create the world into his perfect image. He doesn’t have time to spend on something silly like showing affection to you on a stupid day.

Why does Valentine's day matter if he shows his love for you everyday?

He gives you a small kiss if your upset because deep down he really does love you and he doesn’t want to lose you over anything.

You know he loves you though, he's just very busy.

➛ ahs masterlist.

#evan peters #evan peters smut #evan peters oneshot #Evan Peter Headcannons #smut #fluff #jimmy darling #kit walker #tate Langdon #Kyle Spencer #Kai Anderson #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #ahs x male reader #ahs x female reader

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midnightstar-90 · 2 years

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My Safe Place

Taglist | Request | Wattpad

Main Masterlist | American Horror Stories Masterlist

Tate Langdon x Best Friend! Reader

Summary: When Y/N sees Tate with Violet on Halloween, she and Tate’s other 5 victims decide to give him a visit.

1994

Tate and Y/N have always been best friends. They both had shitty lives and shitty parents which made their bond grow. Tate’s mother didn’t love any of her children, but she took a special liking to Tate. It wasn’t love as much as it was an interest. A sense of accomplishment. And his father mysteriously left out of nowhere when Tate was young. Tate grew resentful toward his father.

Now, Y/N was slightly different. Her parents loved her… at first. But when she was little her mother’s brakes went out while driving, and she couldn’t stop. She ended up rear-ending the car in front of her, and both her mother and the driver instantly died. Y/N’s father didn’t take her mother’s death well. He began drinking. And the constant drinking led her father to start to abuse her, verbally and physically. She was only 6 when her dad beat her to a pulp. He told the doctors that she was hit by a car. Looking over her injuries, the doctors became suspicious, but the girl was in a medically induced coma, so they chose to ignore it. She was scared of her father, and that led to many nights at Tate’s.

When Tate learned what was happening to his friend, he vowed to never let her out of his sight unless it was absolutely necessary. Anyone that knew the two knew that it was incredibly rare to see the two apart. They also knew that Tate would nver hurt the girl, neither would he allow ayone to hurt her.

Now, it was near the end of their Junior year, and finals were quickly approaching. Y/N and Tate had agreed to study together for the next week, before and after school.

It was their last day until finals started, and Y/N was waiting for her best friend. She had a black eye from when she got caught sneaking back into the house this morning. So, to hide the black eye, she wore a black hoodie with the hood up. When she talked to people, she didn’t look up at them. She looked down in hopes that they wouldn’t notice her eye.

“You’ve been here for 30 minutes, Y/L/N. Where’s your boyfriend?” Kyle Greenwell, a Westfield High football player, had asked.

“He’ll be here,” Y/N replied, not looking up from her book. She ignored the “boyfriend” comment and lightly pulled on the drawstrings, causing her hood to tighten around her head.

“Do you mind if we sit with you?” Chloe Stapleton, one of the Westfield High cheerleader, asked. Y/N didn’t speak. Not looking up, Y/N nods her head, allowing the two of them to sit at the table.

It had now been an hour, and Tate still had yet to show. Tate had never left Y/N alone this long, and it was making the girl worried. She was just with him last night. He had even told her that he'd see her at school.

The girl was caught in thought when a loud bang came from the hallway. At first, she had thought someone had dropped a textbook on the hard tile floors, but the sound of students running away and screaming brought Y/N from her trance.

She slowly looked up from her book, not caring who saw the big bruise on her face. Other students in the library were barricading the library’s exits. Y/N didn’t show her fear like most. “The perks of having an abusive father,” She would tell Tate. She held it in for it to later be released in an unhealthy manner.

A tug on Y/N’s pant leg brought her attention underneath the table. She quickly ducked under the table and joined Choloe and Kyle. Chloe was heavily breathing, and it only got worse as a mysterious force tried to enter the library. Kyle covered her mouth with his hand to muffle the sound.

One of the other girls stood from her hiding spot. She had wild dirty blonde hair and a scared look on her face. But behind the girl was a door left without a barricade and was unlocked. The wild haired girl slowly turns to the door as Kyle and I loudly whisper to lock the door. The doorknob slowly starts to turn, and before the doorknob can turn enough to open the door, the librarian quickly gras the handle.

Y/N’s mind was no longer worried about Tate. She was actually glad he wasn’t there. She wasn’t sure if she would make it out alive. Y/N’s face was blank, but her heart was beating at an abnormally fast pace.

As soon as they thought that they were safe with the librarian holding the doorknob, a shot rings out, and the librarian was thrown across the room, causing the girl by the door to scream and run behind the bookshelves.

Kyle and Y/N crawl back under the table. They hear the door creak open, and Y/N leans against the table leg behind her and takes a deep breath.

Slow footsteps interrupt the silence in the room. Then the shooter begins to whistle the song “Twisted Nerve”. Y/N opens her eyes, curious, and looks towards the figure. All she could see without being spotted was the person’s black boots, pants, and coat. (Did this bring you Brooklyn 99 flashbacks? “I think it was that song I want it that way.”)

The shooter, who was wearing all black, slowly walks around picking off each student they could find. Kyle tries to tell the boy across from us to call for help as quietly as possible, but loud enough the boy could hear it. The shooter probably heard, because as soon as the boy grabbed the phone and started to dial, the shooter walked up and shot the boy.

Y/N’s eyes went wide from shock. Chole breaths picked up even more, so Kyle pulled her into a hug.

“Screw this. Everything’s gonna be okay. Everything’s gonna be okay,” Kyle comforts us before leaving his spot from under the table.

“Kyle? Kyle?!” Y/N protested in a hushed tone. She had finally looked up, showing Chloe the giant bruise on her face. Chloe gasped at the sight. “Not now,” she told the cheerleader.

“Hey!” They heard Kyle call out to the figure. The shooter turned towards Kyle, and Kyle says, “That’s enough. Now, get out of here-”. Kyle was cut off by a shot to the chest.

Y/N’s POV

Chloe yells out in pain as she watches Kyle's body hit the ground. My attention goes from the shooter to chloe. I immediately clap my hand over her mouth. The shooter walks towards our table. With each step, my heart beats faster. They lift up the table, flipping it over us. I look up at the shooter and I see—

“Tate?” I ask. I was now crying. My best friend just killed a whole library full of kids.

“Why!” Chloe yells out. Her hands were on the corresponding side of her face. Tate didn’t respond. He lifted the gun up between our heads.

Who’s he gonna kill first?

Tate cocks his gun, prepared to shoot whoever. “Please!” Chloe begs before Tate pulls the trigger.

I can’t even look at the boy that I grew to love without a stream of tears falling down my face.

“Who did that to your eye?” Tate asks, as if he didn’t just kill people. I open my eyes in anger. “All these dead bodies, which you caused, and that’s the first thing you say? Are you gonna kill me too?” I asked the blond haired boy.

“Aren’t you tired?” Tate asked.

“Don’t ignore my question,” I demanded angrily.

“Your dad did that, didn’t he?”

“Why, Tate? You swore you’d never leave me alone. You swore you’d never hurt me. You’ve broken two promises in one day, Tate,” I say through my tears.

“You see, that's why I’m doing this! Your dad. Me. This world. All of it hurts you, and you don’t deserve that,” Tate says, crouching down to my level on the floor. My eyes follow him all the way down. He wipes the tears from my eyes.

“I love you, Tate. I’d rather be with you, because you make me happy,” I cry out.

“You’re hurting right now because of me. I love you too, Y/N, but this is how it has to be. You don’t deserve this from the world, and the world doesn’t deserve you.”

Tate stands back up and cocks his gun once more. He looks me in the eye as he lifts the gun to my head. And right before he shoots, I see a tear run down his face. The last thing I see is… Black.

2011

Violet Harmon sat in gym class, wondering what had gone through her parent's minds that made them want to enroll her in this depressing school. She watched as two nerds struggled to climb the rope. The jocks had finished their climbs first so they played basketball. The quote on quote “cool” girls stood in a circle gossiping, and everyone else sat on the Bleachers.

“You look bored,” a voice said next to her. Violet turned to see who was speaking. It was a teenage girl around the age of 17. She had on a white t-shirt with the school’s logo on her left breast, along with a pair of red gym shorts.

“Yeah, I am,” Violet responded. She turned back to watch the group of people she called her gym class. “Well, seeing as I don't know who you are, you must be new. I'm Y/N,” the girl said with a smile and extended arm. “Violet,” she said, taking the girls hand.

“Well, Violet, as the new girl, I want you to know that if you ever need anything, let me know. I know anything and everything about everyone and everything in this school... Literally,” the girl cheerfully said before walking away.

“Umm, okay,” Violet mumbled to herself.

Violet's first day of school was just as she expected... boring. Well, not everything was boring. The interaction between her and the girl in her gym class was definitely one of the weirdest conversations she's ever had. She just couldn't wait to tell Tate, her newfound friend about her day.

She felt something around Tate that she had never felt around anyone else. She felt like she could spill her heart out to the boy, and he would be there listening and ready to give her advice. But there was also a mysterious aspect to the boy. She didn't know if she could completely trust him. There was a reason he was seeing her father. But that didn't stop her ongoing mission to make it to her room and tell Tate all about her day.

The only obstacle was her mother. Even though both of her parents worked, her mother is a housewife, so she always tried to make time to talk to her family. But ever since the move, Violet wasn't interested.

So, Violet ran into the house, slamming the door, and running up the stairs before her mother could get to her. Sadly, Violet was only halfway up the stairs before Vivien called out to her. "Vi," Vivien called out to her daughter, but Violet pretended not to hear her as she continued to climb up the steps.

She ran to her room and quickly shut the door, causing it to slam. She leaned against the door with her eyes closed. She released a deep breath before getting almost scared to death by a familiar voice.

"Close call?" Tate asked, sitting on her bed.

Violet opened her eyes, seeing her only friend sitting on her bed. A smile appears on Violet's face as she slowly walks over to the bed and sits next to Tate. "What are you doing in here? You know my dad will kill you if he finds you in here," Violet said, looking the boy in his eyes.

Tate smiled and said, "I wanted to see how your first day of school went. It's been a while since I last went to a physical school. It'll be nice to compare experiences."

"Well, it was just as I expected. It was just as shitty as any other school I've been to. Crap food. Crap people. The same old boring lessons. The only thing different was this one girl," Violet explained to Tate. He just watched her, interested in what she was saying.

"Well, she just seemed to pop up out of nowhere."

"And that's strange because?" Tate asked, dragging on the end of 'because'.

"It was strange because she came out of nowhere, telling me about how she knew everything about everyone in the school. Not to mention, she was older than me."

"I still don't see how that's strange. Maybe she's popular."

"When was the last time you saw a Senior ask a Sophomore to be their friend? Besides I asked around and no one had even her of this girl," Violet said.

"Wow. That does sound strange. What was her name?" Tate asked.

"Y/N," Violet said quickly. As soon as Tate heard the name, his face went pale. He hoped that the girl she was talking about wasn't the same Y/N he had known in school. The girl whose life he ended in order to send her away from all the pain the world had to offer. The girl he had loved. If she really was back, then his plan had failed, and all this time she's been trapped inside of a place that could never love her as much as he had.

He had felt a sense of guilt thinking about Y/N. His mind was overrun by memories and thoughts that he didn't even know Violet was shaking the life out of him. "Tate!" She yelled. "Tate!" Tate snapped out of his thoughts and went back to Violet. He looked at the girl with wide eyes. "I have to go," Tate said, leaving the room while still processing what was happening.

"Tate!"

Halloween, 2011

Y/N's POV

"It's Halloween. You know what that means, bitches!" Kyle yelled out. Kyle, Chloe, Amir, Stephanie, Kevin, and I all sat in the same library where our lives ended. I sat in the back, away from everyone, because unlike them, I wasn't angry- or as angry as the rest of them were.

"It means we're gonna get back at that dick that did this to us," Stephanie added. Everyone except for me let out a loud "yeah"- well, everyone that could speak. Amir hadn't been able to speak since Tate popped his jaw off, so all his words sounded like a zombie, or how it sounds when you talk through a thick pillow.

"What's that gonna do?" I ask, brooding in the back.

Everyone stops to face me. Stephanie's eyes squinted in annoyance as she slowly approached me. "Your boyfriend did this to us. To you. You two were inseparable. We never saw you two apart except for that one day. The day he killed us. Aren't you just a teeny bit angry?" Stephanie asked. Our faces nearly touched, and I could feel the anger radiating off of her.

I let out a deep sigh and softly spoke, "Tate killed 16 of us and only 6 of us are still here. That's saying something. And seeing as I'm here, it's saying that I obviously have some type of emotion toward my so-called friend. But unlike you, I've found other ways of channeling my anger."

Chloe scoffed, "You mean that little girl you're all of a sudden friends with?"

"That girl lives in the same house that Tate died in. She's my intel about what goes on in that house," I said with a smirk.

"You sneaky girl," Kyle said mischievously.

"Yeah, well let's just say that Tate is going on a Date with Violet. He's got her wrapped around his finger, and I bet he's gonna hurt her just as he did me," I said through my teeth as I looked down at the table in front of me.

"Tate's going on a date?" Kevin asked, angrily.

"Yes, and this is the perfect time to catch him off guard," I responded.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get this son of a bitch," Kyle spoke. Everyone cheered and began to run out of the vacant library. Kyle stopped, turning to me, who was still in the same spot, looking at the same spot on the desk. My face was emotionless, but Kyle could see in my eye that I wasn't okay. "Y/L/N? You okay?" he asked, standing in front of the doors.

I don't look at him, but I still respond, "Yeah. I'm good. You guys go ahead, I'll catch up." Kyle hesitated. He didn't want to leave me. He could see how upset I was about everything that was going on. But Kyle also knew that he had his own feelings, and they were currently directed towards Tate. Knowing I wasn't looking, he still gives me a sad smile and says a small "okay" before catching up with the others.

On the other hand, I remembered it was Halloween, the day when spirits were allowed to roam the streets. So, I took the time to take a break from Tate, and visit the only place I felt at peace.

I walked the steps of the cemetery and stood outside of the black gates. Outside the gates was a small sign that read 'In loving memory of those we lost' and above it was a tall statue of an angel looking over me. I smiled at the angel, knowing it wouldn't smile back, and continued in.

The cemetery was small, so it wasn't hard to find where I needed to go. I had stopped in front of two tombstones. One was for me. It read 'Y/N Y/L/N' '1977-1994' 'Friend and Daughter' and if you looked closely, you would find a small 'I'm sorry' at the bottom. It couldn've been Tate, so the only person who could've added it must have been my father. I could only assume he was still alive seeing as there were fresh flowers.

"Your father always loved you," A voice said from behind me.

I didn't look at the person, because I knew who it was. "Well, he had a funny way of showing it," I said, looking at my tombstone.

The person walked up to me and wrapped their arms around me. Her head rested on my shoulder, and I swear I could smell the perfume she used to wear. It brought back peaceful memories. "Your father loves you, my love. Every Halloween, I would visit you. You and Tate looked so cute in your matching outfits. Like how he went as Kurt Cobain and you were Cyndi Lauper. While you were out, your father cried himself to sleep. I comforted him as he quietly mumbled ‘I'm sorry, Y/N’," She said as I continued to stare into space.

"It hurt me when I saw them digging the hole for your burial. I thought your father had done something, but there was another parent of a child that died in that school shooting. All I heard was her cries, and it made me think about you. ‘Were you a victim of the school shooting also?’ was what I would ask myself. A mother never wants to see her child in pain, but seeing them dead is a completely different pain. It was so much worse when I saw you nervously walk through those gates, and everything was confirmed. It hurt me to see you... dead," she cried.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. I turned around and wrapped my arms around my mother's frame. I laid my head on her chest and let it out. I cried and cried. It sucked knowing that I wouldn't get more time with her until next year, but it was time to confront my demons.

After a while, I pulled out of my mother's hold and stood there, looking up at her. Her smooth hand softly wiped the tears away. I heard her sniffle before she said, "I think it's time for you to go. I'll see you next year, my dear." And with that, she walked away, not looking back. I did as I was told, and I left the cemetery and went to the one place I knew I could trust Tate to be.

"Tate?!" I yelled out as I walked closer to the infamous Murder House. "Tate?!"

"Y/N! Glad you could make it! Were just waiting outside for your boyfriend to come out. Where were you I thought we had a plan," Kyle said, stepping off the porch.

"First of all, I'm not Tate's girlfriend. Secondly, what plan? From what I learned in the library is that you were just gonna mess with him. You never made a plan," I said angrily.

"That was the plan, sweet cheeks. We want to hurt Tate the same way he hurt us. It's not fair that he gets to hide out in his home with a girlfriend, while were sentenced to eternity in that shithole of a school," he argued.

"Well, before you do, I need to talk with him. So, I'll wait also," I said, joining the others on the porch.

Kyle returned to his spot next to Chloe, and we waited. Soon enough, Violet stormed out of the house with a pair of scissors. "Oh great, he sends his little girlfriend out," Kyle starts. "With a pair of scissors. You gonna make us some paper dolls," Stephanie continues.

Violet directs her attention toward Stephanie and says, "This is private property. I have every right to call the cops."

"Go ahead. You'll probably need them," Chloe begins to speak.

"Screw that. She deserves whatever happens to her," Kyle speaks, causing Violet to circle her attention around her. I kept myself faced away from Violet, to keep her from seeing the gruesome state Tate had left me in. But I still listened, ready to intervene.

"Yeah, she's like those lonely fat chicks that marry guys on death row. You're deeply, deeply, disturbed," Stephanie said, catching Violet's attention once again.

"You guys need to take your disgusting made-up faces and go home."

When Violet said that, all the memories that led up to this moment rushed through my mind. The memories I had with my mother before she died. The way my father treated me after she died. My friendship with Tate. And my death. If I think about it, did I really have a home. After my mother's death, my home was with Tate. The place that I felt safest. But I no longer feel safe anymore. Even as a ghost.

"Home? Where is that? I'm an only child. After what happened, my parents split up, sold the house, moved away. No forwarding address. So I don't have a home," Chloe said, standing right in front of Violet.

"Enough!" I yelled, getting the attention of everyone. "Y/N?" Violet asked, shocked to see me. But today she was going to see my true form. My true self. She would see the large hole, that Tate left, where my heart should be. "I've been stuck in that hell hole of a school for 17 years. I've listened to constant complaining from these five for 17 years. And today is the only day a year I have to go anywhere I want, and I’m currently wasting it here. So Violet, I'm asking very nicely. Where is Tate?" Violet was shocked. I had looked at her with true pain. She could see the betrayal, the abuse, and the anger that I was feeling with just one look.

"I just want to ask him a question. And unlike these assholes, I'm not really in the mood to hurt you."

"Y/N, You hang with these assholes?"

"Do you not listen? I'm stuck with them, because of Tate. I thought we were friends. I even had a crush on him. That was... before he killed me. You see this?" I point at the giant hole in my chest. "As if my life wasn't shitty enough, my best friend comes and ends my life, along with 15 others. When I learned where you lived, I knew that Tate would be close by. See if maybe you'd be his next victim. Everyday, I would pray and hope that what happened to me didn't happen to you. Believe me or not, but he is going to hurt you. Maybe not the same way, but he will hurt you. Lets just hope you don't face the same fate as me. You might as well let them have him while you still have the chance."

And with that I left. But I don't go too far.

I sat in the gazebo behind Violet's house and waited. I didn't remember Tate having a gazebo before, so it must've been new. I saw the sun begin to rise and thought that I would have to once again wait another year for my plans to finalize. But I guess I was wrong.

"I knew I'd find you here," Tate said, walking towards the backyard.

I continued to watch the sunrise as I said, "Well, I can't go upstairs to your room anymore, and the sunrise is so beautiful, isn't it?"

Tate sat down next to me. "Yeah. It really is beautiful," He said, but he wasn't looking at the sunrise. Tate's head faced me while his body faced the sunrise. "Shouldn't you be getting back?"

"You mean back to that hell hole you left me in? Yeah, I should, but I have a question to ask you," I spoke, now staring Tate directly in his eye. "Why? Why did you hurt me like that?"

Tate was speechless at the question. It wasn't like he didn't know the answer, but more because of the pain in her voice. Tate hoped that he could get his friend away from this wretched world. He thought he was taking a friend to a place where her dad didn't hurt her, or where she wasn't constantly insulted by his mother when she walked through his door.

"I was hoping to save you from the bad things in the world. I never meant for any of this to happen to you. I really did care about you, Y/N," Tate said. I saw the look in his eye that begged for forgiveness, but I didn't know if I could. "You see the issue with that is, I can't trust you. These last 17 years have left me to wonder if the Tate that I'm seeing now is the same Tate that comforted me when I snuck through your window, injured. So, can I trust you, Tate?"

"Of course you can. I didn't want to hurt you," he cried.

I scoffed. "Yeah, you keep saying that, but you did. You did hurt me Tate. Not only am I dead, but I'm now alone. My safe space had been compromised... You were my safe space! I loved you, Tate!" I felt heavy tears rush down my face. The more I wiped them away, the more I cried.

"Loved?" Tate asked in a whisper.

"Yes, Tate. Loved. You were the only person I could confide in! The only person I could tell my deepest secrets! The one I knew would never hurt me! But I was wrong. I trusted you, but you didn't trust me enough to tell me you were having dark feelings. Instead you take it out on innocent students who, lets be honest, didn't want to be there."

"I'm sorry. Please. I'm sorry. I'll do anything for you to forgive me," Tate cried.

"Anything?" Tate nodded. "Don't hurt her like you did me," I said sadly, getting up from my spot on the gazebo. Tate got up and followed. He grabbed my wrist, causing me to turn and face him. "Please, don't leave me," he begged. "The sun is rising, Tate. And thanks to you I have to return to another year of school. I'll see you soon, Tate."

Tate released my arm and I walked off. I felt something pull me away from the property. I turned around, noticing the sun had finished rising, and a bright white light blinded my vision, but I never arrived back to the school.

"Hello, my daughter," A soft voice spoke, waking me from my white vision.

A/N: Take the ending as who you want. God, your mother, maybe even some other entity, I don't care. I like leaving things up to you to figure out.

And with that I end this story. I really hoped you guys liked this. I've been planning it for a while, but never got to finishing it so I thank you for reading. As much as I love when you like my stories, I also love when you comment and interact with me. If you have something you'd like for me to write, make a request and I'll get to it as soon as possible.

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luvlanadr · 1 year

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hii, i’m in love with your blog! 🥺❤️

could you do a headcanon of dating evan, pls?

aa thank you so much lovely, it's so nice to hear people actually enjoy my blog, it means the world to me!!

i've never really done head cannons but i'll try nonetheless, hope it's ok ! i wasn't sure if you wanted any of his characters, so if you do just let me know, sorry there isn't a lot i'm just not paticularly used to this layout.

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𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬-𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

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epitome of the perfect boyfriend, you're his everything he will prioritise you over anything

although evan isn't too fond on horror movies if you insist to watch one he will just for your benefit, just be aware you may have evan cowering behind you after certain jumpscares to which you'd question 'after all that time on a HORROR show' which you emphasised 'you're still afraid of anabelle?'

'hey it's scary,' he'd huff as a reply, before letting out a supressed laugh 'that demonic doll is terrifying, besides i'm only watching this for you.'

evan i feel would be huge on PDA, he loved just holding your hand, stroking his thumb against your palm for a sense of comfort, or if not that he would constantly have a hand snug around your waist

this man would attempt to persuade you to become a firm believer that butter in coffee is essential

to which you would respond, 'evan, i love you.' you paused on the brink of laughter, 'but...i hate to be the bearer of bad news but butter belongs no where near a coffee,'

after this he would attempt to make you a firm believer in butter in coffee, very persistent but would eventually give up

after a particularly hard day on set, especially with the intense, immersion he has into his characters, he usually is extremely stressed. however, he feels at ease knowing he gets to come home to you.

evan's ideal is a night in with you, a stupid rom-com or sometimes intense, phycological thriller in the background and just holding you in his arms

evan is head over heels for you, and he will always reassure you on how perfect and attractive you are to him, worshipping every part of you.

evan would love to cook with you, even the simplest dishes. he would love to play your specific song,a nd dance with you around the kitchen. he'd definitely have his hands on your hips, whilst your hands are draped around his neck gently swaying you back and forth. but in more silly scenarios were an upbeat song is on he will twirl you around, leaving you in almost tears, as he does as you refer to it as 'dad dancing'.

yes, you and him have a playlist of songs that reflect you relationship and songs you reminisce to constantly attached to your favourite memories with one and other

oh and not to mention, evan loves reminiscing he would suggest you start a scrapbook together, filled with photos, souvenirs and just little trinkets of th [laces you visit and core memories

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evanpfics · 9 months

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New Photo Of Evan Peters. Hope he's doing okay.

Found On: Instagram (brevanpeters)

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kittenwalker · 1 year

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I had the idea of evan and actress reader reading tons of thirst tweets together. Just saw a lot of videos and thoughy it would be nice with evan too omg. You can chose if you wanna write with both or not.

notes : this is very short and shitty but I had a hard time writing the speech and actions together so like yea just a little blurb :) Also evan and reader are just best friends. Enjoyyy

“ Alright ready? “ the producer asked. Y/n looked in the mirror and touched up her hair a bit before nodding her head. “ Okay action! “ The cameras started rolling as Evan introduced himself first. “ Hey Buzzfeed, I’m Evan Peters with the lovely Y/n Y/l/n and today is another ungodly episode of thirst tweets. These are actually going to traumatise me. “ He laughed and slid a hand over his face. “ Don’t worry you’re not alone “ Y/n patted his back, both of them making sad pouting faces.

“ Oh don’t make them think we kidnapped you here and forced you two to do this! “ One of the crew members shouted from behind, making everyone burst out laughing, lighting up the atmosphere. Both the actors pulled out their phones and clicked into twitter, the horrifying and chaotic app. “ Alright shall I do the honours of doing the first one? “ Y/n asked Evan. “ Yes please, I don’t think I’m ready. “ Evan took a deep breath in and heavily blew it out, making you chuckle.

“ Whenever I see Y/n on screen I can only think of letting her sit on my face and me eating the fuck out of her. “ Her eyes were widening as she was reading it. “ Woah already on a great start here Y/n “ Evan gave a funny worried look. “ Yea uhm, well I appreciate being on your mind and hope I taste good in your dreams? “ She shrugged and made an uncertain expression. Seeing that Y/n didn’t have anything left to say, Evan started with his first tweet.

“ When I stumble along a video of Evan, my vibrator suddenly appears in my hand and bussy is purring. “ Evan laughed out loud and shook his head in disapproval. “ God these people on twitter need to be controlled! I’m disappointed in you people on this app. “ Evan put a hand on his chest and acted like a disapproving dad, making Y/n playfully hit his shoulder and laugh at him. Them grinning at each other brightly, “ Okay my turn, this is funner than I thought kinda disturbing but that’s the twist to it. Alright next one, Y/n seems like a great person to have a smoke with while watching a sunset, making out with her till the dusk takes over the sky. “

“ Aww, that’s actually really cute and should’ve been the first one I started out with. Well if you have time we can go have a smoke together, I’m free tomorrow in fact. “ Y/n joked, making a hand into a phone and putting it to her ear, mouthing the words ‘ hook me up ‘ with her wiggling her eyebrows. “ Don’t worry about her people, she’s just desperate for friends, she’s a loner. “ Evan used his large hand and covered Y/n’s face. “ Hey! I choose to be alone sometimes okay “ She scolded Evan, smacking his hand away. He put up his hands in defeat and cackled, “ I trust you, but remember when you’re lonely I’m here to cure it “ Evan placed his hands onto her hand and puckered up his lips while smiling.

“ Yea yea yea, read your next one big boy “ Y/n gestured to his phone. Evan focused his gaze back onto his phone and scrolled to the next tweet. “ I would like for Evan to push me against the wall with his hand around my neck, choking me, then smashes his lips against mine and we have a very heated make-out. “ Hearing him read out his tweet, Y/n almost spat out her water. She was shocked, who knew the internet was so wild and brave to say such things. “ Bravo you’ve got your first nasty one that WILL haunt your dreams tonight. “ Evan just stared at his phone disgustingly, poor man is disturbed.

“ Well firstly, I’m traumatised. Secondly, I would never choke anyone because I am not a sadist myself and wish to not hurt anyone. “ Evan placed his phone faced downwards and wiped imaginary sweat off his forehead. “ Yea guys don’t misunderstand that he’s a sadist, because he’s actually a secret masochi- '' “ Guys please don’t listen to this little girl she doesn't know anything that’s coming out of her mouth. “ Evan interrupted her by putting a hand over her mouth. Taking this as an opportunity, Y/n pinched him arm away, making Evan wince.

“ See everyone! I just got it on black and white that Evan enjoys painnn. “ Not giving a single second for Evan to respond, Y/n moved on to her last tweet. “ Okay last one, let’s get a juicy one. Ah this one, I’m literally so gay for Y/n I wish I could make her feel so good. “ Oh did Y/n love having an effect on both genders. “ Well my fellow, sorry to break this to you but Miss Y/l/n sexuality isn’t colourful. “ Evan said while still soothing his pinched skin. “ Welllll you’re wrong, I actually don’t have a label so you freaky fellows still have chances. “ Y/n smirked while squinting her brows together.

“ Omg you’re saying I have a chance too!? “ Evan dramatically gasped while flicking his wrist. “ Nahh you’re just my best friend “ Y/n wrapped her arms around his shoulders while smushing him closer to her. “ Way to go for friendzoning me “ Evan mumbled into her hair as he pretended to cry. “ Your welcome, now read your last tweet crybaby I can’t handle this suffering any longer “ Picking back up his phone he read the last and final tweet to end this pain.

“ I wish Evan Peters could smash a laptop on my tits right now, oh come onnn. Why is it always violence? “ Evan sighed. “ Oh well at least it’s over, now put down that phone and delete that app later. You're too sweet for it. “ Y/n suggested as she funnily pushed off his phone patted his head, acting like his mum.

“ WELL uhm that’s it for today’s disturbing thirst tweet, uhm buzzfeed please never invite us again though it was our pleasure to be here.” Evan unexpectedly shouted his sentence, making Y/n jump and her making a ‘ are you crazy ‘ face. “ Yes thank god let’s please wrap this up but also don’t forget to watch our latest movie American Animals streaming on netflix and hulu. “

Y/n was so glad to wrap this up because all she learned today was that she made the right choice of not being on the internet.

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my-own-walker · 6 months

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The World Turns All Around Her

@lili-tate says: We need a fic with daddy kit!!

note: i can do that! i know i said previously that i didn't want to write father!evan but i womaned up and decided to expand my horizons.

warnings: dad!kit, mom!reader (sorry to be so heteronormative, it was the 60s!), fluff, lowkey postpartum but mostly just exhausted mother, 1965 (you decide if the events of asylum happened or not)

My heart is so full of them, I can hardly call it my own.

Kit and Winnie. Winifred Eve Walker.

She just celebrated her first birthday and is proficient in babbling and repeating the sounds that come out of Kit and my mouths. She's close to walking, but not quite. She never quite crawled, actually.

I watch as she scoots across the floor, leading with one leg. It's almost as if she's trying to stand, favoring her right side, the bottom of her tiny foot slapping the floor as she slides along. Her left leg drags along, and her hands compensate for what she lacks in balance. Winnie settles next to her toy bin, which seems closer to a pile at the moment, and picks out a pastel pink rattle.

She cries out in joy as she shakes it, thoroughly enthused by the jingling of the beads inside. She Winnie-walks back over to me, sitting on the couch, and hands me the rattle. I know what she wants, so I do it.

I drop the toy onto the ground. "Uh oh!" I exclaim.

"Uh oh!" she repeats, picking up the rattle, clutching it tightly in her chubby little fist. She smiles up at me as she holds the object out to me once more.

Winnie has eight teeth so far. She's teething, which makes her a bit of a handful. But, seeing her toothy little grin staring up at me, complete with her big, twinkling eyes and round cheeks, makes it all worth it.

These little games, though, admittedly exhaust me. When she's not down for naps or eating, she and I get stuck in cycles of repetitive entertainment. Entertaining mostly for her. That's how babies are, though.

I love that she's grown to an age where she is more interactive, and more fun. Up until she was about six months old she just slept and ate, nothing else. Now, she loves to learn and play and try to talk. She's more mobile.

It's adorable. She's a lovable little person. Kit and I made her, and we wouldn't change a hair on her little head. But how active she is gets tiring.

"Beautiful girl!" I proclaim in a sing-songy voice, grabbing the rattle from her. I drop it again. It clatters to the wood floor loudly. "Uh oh," I call out.

"Uh oh," she echoes. Before she can repeat the cycle, though, I hear a car door close outside.

"Is that daddy?" I ask excitedly, my head stooping and my palms facing up. She grins back at me. "I think that's daddy!" I stand up, scooping her up into my arms in the same motion. I rest her on my hip as we venture through the house to the front door. She nibbles her hand as we go.

The door opens and a rush of cold air, along with Kit, comes through it. His expression brightens as soon as he sees us, his lips curled upward in a smile. "My gorgeous girls!" he exclaims.

He shuffles his feet on the mat by the door, knocking the snow off his boots before stepping forward into to house. He swings the door closed behind him and wraps his arms around the both of us. I kiss his cheek. It's icy cold from the brisk air outside. January in Massachusetts is as white as a rabbit's fur, with snow coloring every inch of ground.

Kit breaks his embrace and looks deeply into my eyes. His face, despite the cold, is as sunny as ever.

"How was your day?" I ask, adjusting Winnie's position on my hip.

"Great now that I've seen you two ladies," he chirps. "Here, lemme take her from ya." He reaches out for her and opens and closes his hands, like a child begging for more sweets.

"Don't you want to take your jacket off first? And your boots?" A subtle hint, yes, but I spent the entirety of Winnie's nap polishing the floors. I don't want him tracking wet slush in.

"Ah, right," he rasps, kicking his shoes off right next to the mat. They clunk down and around loudly. He shuffles to the coat closet and hangs his coat, smelling of tires and motor oil, up on the rail. "Now pass the little chickie over to Daddy." I hand a smiling Winnie to her father. He spins around and giggles with her, then holds her neck as he flips her upside down and back up again.

He repeats the action a few more times before disappearing into the living room with her.

I silently rejoice in the moment, happy to see my husband whisk the baby away so I could have time to finish cooking. I hear them playing, which usually consists of Kit talking away happily, replying to Winnie's oohs and ahhs as if they were having a real conversation.

After a bit of chopping and seasoning, I throw the prepared supper in the oven. I wipe my hands on my apron, untie it behind my back, and hang it on the hook on the wall next to the stove. I grab Winnie's bottle out of the water it was warming up in.

"Kit!" I call, walking through the house to the living room, bottle in hand. I pause in the doorway when I come upon the sight of the two of them. Kit has Winifred in his lap facing him. He sings to her softly:

"So if you tell her every day you love her And if you tell her everything she could be You'll find out that your world will turn around her"

"What a lovely song," I coo, astounded by the softness he's displaying.

He jumps and both of them turn to look at me. Winnie's smile is bigger than the whole sky. "Christ, you scared me," he breathed, a smile breaking across his whole face, reaching his eyebrows last.

"Dinner's ready," I say quietly, walking into the room to grab Winnie from him.

"Ah, ah," he tuts, "I got her." He stands, holding her high above his head before bringing her down and kissing her in a swift motion.

"You'll put her to bed?" I ask, eyebrow raised. I usually take bedtime duty, since he's the one who wakes up with her, changes her, and feeds her in the morning.

"Yes ma'am," he insists. He looks at Winnie and tickles her tummy, making her giggle in delight. "We think Mommy deserves a break, right?"

"Oh, Kit," I protest, holding out my arms once again to take her. "You worked hard all day. Go eat. I don't need a break."

He keeps his gaze locked on the baby. "Daddy wants to eat with mommy tonight," he murmurs. "Daddy doesn't mind. It means more time with his little princess."

I step forward and kiss his shoulder, resting my head on his arm promptly after. "I promise, I'm fine," I whisper, tired.

"Baby, you're tired, it's okay."

"Can I help at least? I don't want to sit at the dining room table alone waiting for you," I whine.

"Of course," he responds, kissing me softly on the top of my head. "I'm gonna do all the work, though."

I follow him into the nursery and stand next to him as she changes her into her pretty yellow pajamas. Then he sits down in the rocking chair, Winnie lying across his lap, in his arms comfortably. I hand him her bottle. She holds the bottle in both hands and drinks it cheerily.

"Which book should we read, Smiley?" Kit asks. "I think Where The Wild Things Are is a good choice."

I smile as he reads the story to the baby in a sing-song tone. His New England accent comes across so strongly as he reads. It makes a warm feeling spread through my chest and radiate through my body. It's an indescribable feeling of pride and love toward him.

Winnie is asleep within minutes. Kit catches the bottle as it slips out of her limp hands. "I think she's out," he whispers sweetly, looking up at me with only his eyes.

I nod with a small smile. He carries her over to her crib and lowers her down into it gingerly, careful not to wake her. We both exit the room gently, careful not to make any loud sounds.

"That's the fastest she's fallen asleep in a while," I remark as soon as we're far enough from her room. Kit follows closely behind me, hand on the small of my back.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, you've got the magic touch," I maintain. We make our way into the kitchen and I separate from him to tend to dinner. At least, I think I leave him until I feel arms snake around me. I turn and look up at him, a smirk painted on his face. "Would you like to eat?" I ask, mock-sternly.

"I can think of something else I'd like to eat instead, Y/N Walker," he purrs. Shivers crawl up my spine and light my skin on fire.

"I think I'd like that too Kit Walker."

WEEEEEEE i drew upon my, like, one experience with a baby to write this i hope you liked it

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his favorite florist <3 🪵

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Dropping some Evan Peters + characters Valentines hcs and Valentines mood boards tomorrow <3

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I HAVE THE BEST REQUEST AND IT'S PERFECT FOR JAMES! like imagine reader sitting at home and suddenly she gets a text from james to come outside and he's standing there🥲🥲🥲🥲 so she asks what he's doing there and he's like "i just wanted to kiss you" SORRY IF IT'S TOO SPECIFIC

thanks for requesting, sweetie!

f!reader 1.1k words cw: drunk jamie

You're half asleep when your phone pings, illuminating the darkness of your bedroom in a distracting glow and you're half asleep, content to ignore the single ping, a problem for tomorrow. But another one follows a moment later, the third only seconds after the second. With a huff, your hand reaches out to grab blindly for the device.

James' contact photo smiles at you from the corner of the notification box, his glasses askew and hair a mess. Your favourite photo of him, despite how vehemently he detests it. The messages are a jumble of words you struggle to make out, vowels in the wrong places and an amusing amount of emojis, even for James. A laugh huffs it way out of you as the three text bubbles appear once again, and a fourth message comes through. A photo of your house.

You'd be concerned, should anyone else have sent you the eerie looking photo of your house in utter darkness, but James is a love sick fool. You'd have to be blind not to know that about your boyfriend, even if things between you are still pretty new. He's not got a bad bone in his body. But it doesn't stop the way you sit up in a panic, scanning the floor of your bedroom for less embarrassing clothing. You come up empty, and your phone is incessantly buzzing in your hands now that James knows you've read his messages.

You use the glow of your phone to find your way downstairs, your house keys, make your way to the door and unlock it. James is sprawled out on the grass of your front garden, phone comically close to his face as he squints at the words he's typing. Drunk. Absolutely obliterated, clearly. You'll give Sirius shit for it, tomorrow, you think, as you let an exasperated laugh tumble from your lips.

James whips his head around at the noise, scrambles like a puppy to stand and bound his way over to you. He tramples some of the flowers planted around the borders of the grass and you fight a wince. He's on you in seconds, warmth radiating from him despite having been out in the cold for god knows how long. His arms are strong and steady, even though he reeks of beer, as he pulls you into them, lips firmly planted on the top of your head.

You try to peek over his shoulder for any sign of who dropped him off, but the street is empty, desolate, and you decide he must've walked from the pub.

Sleep still clings to the edges of your eyes as James pushes you back - uncoordinated and a little roughly, but you don't mind - and holds your face in his warm hands. "Hi, lovely girl." His voice is sweet and brimming with excitement at the sight of you and your heart swells.

"What on earth are you doing here, James?" You ask, though your words are kind and laced with amusement.

Your boyfriend only grins like the cat who got the cream, like he can't wait to tell you all about his adventure, until his eyes snag on your pyjamas. Technically, his pyjamas. His old juniors rugby top from secondary school and his boxer shorts, left abandoned by him last week when he'd slept in for breakfast with his mum and left in a hurry, a kiss placed to your cheek and the promise of being home for dinner. It had felt so domestic you'd had to talk yourself down from overflowing excitement for hours.

"Woah." James breathes, eyes wide.

You'd known he wouldn't mind you wearing his clothes, even if a little embarrassment at the idea had clung to your skin as you slipped them on before bed. But you hadn't expected him to feel like that about it.

"Easy tiger, you're three sheets to the wind." You chide softly, using the distraction to usher him into the hallway.

You close and lock the door behind him, place the keys in the bowl beside the door. James finds you in the darkness, hands soft against the fabric of his clothes on your body. You don't have to see him to know he's smiling that coy smile he gets whenever he seems to remember he has you.

"Am not." He mumbles, as if your statement has just now caught up with him.

You laugh, take his hand to lead him towards your bedroom. He follows quietly and without protest, but frowns when you flip on the overhead light and place him on the edge of your bed.

"What happened to Sirius' epic boys night on the town?" You ask, hands on his face as you crowd the in between of his legs.

His hands come to rest against the backs of your thighs, grip firm but soothing. He smiles, head lolling to the side, "Well," He sighs, as if buckling in for some wild tale of beasts slaughtered and mountains climbed, all just to get to you, "Sirius and Remus got drunk, like really, really drunk, and touchy and they were kissing and it made me realise how much I wanted to kiss you. So I left, and I came here for a quick kiss."

"A quick kiss?" You ask, eyebrow raised.

James just smiles, nodding dutifully, like it makes the most sense in the world. "Yeah, I gotta go back. They don't know I left."

You let out a long, suffering sigh, reaching for your phone beside James. "You can't just leave and not tell anyone where you're going."

"If they even realise I'm gone, they'll know where I am. With you." James shrugs.

"How do you reckon?"

"Where else would I be?" He asks, so serious and determined, so sure of himself that it makes your breath catch in your throat.

You can't help but smile, sweet and saccharine, glowing all over as you lean down to press your lips to James'.

"You're sweet."

James wrinkles his noise, grip tightening on your thighs as he pulls you down to him, falling backwards with a gentle thud. You catch yourself before your head collides with his nose and James grins, childish and playful, "You're sweet, too."

"Thanks, Jamie."

He presses his lips to yours, again, simple and warm. He knows he's in no condition for anything else, simply tucks you into his side and tries to get you to fall asleep with him, right there in the middle of the bed, on top of the blankets.

He's dead to the world in seconds, so you don't have much room for argument.

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layla4567 · 11 months

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Imagine: A relaxing shower after training

Peter Maximoff x Female reader

Summary: You were practicing hand-to-hand fighting with Quicksilver, even though they both have superpowers, Professor Xavier insisted that we practice other forms of fighting just in case.

Warning: Smut, naked bodies, p in v, fingering

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I don't know why the professor insisted on this, it's ridiculous-you thought-you could incinerate your opponent in a matter of seconds and it's almost impossible (if not impossible) for them to catch Peter with their super speed. Anyway, here we were.

You were wearing a black crop top and gray sports cloth pants and you had your hair tied up for comfort. You went to the training room, there were several tarps on the floor and Peter was waiting for you sitting on one of them

Peter saw you appear in your workout clothes and thought it made your figure stand out but he just scoffed and said

"You finally show up, I've been waiting for you for hours"-he stood up

Speedy (as you liked to call him) was wearing an army green short-sleeved T-shirt and baggy black training pants.

"Oh sorry-you said ironically- it's not my fault SOMEONE is running at the speed of light."

"You are forgiven precious, luckily I am compassionate with those who go to the rhythm of a snail"-he finished with a smirk

sparks began to emanate from your fingers as if you had all the fireworks in the palm of your hands while your gaze hardened

Peter's face turned pale, he was scared when you did that. That's why he knew he didn't have to make you angry

"Uhmm w-well how about we start training before you burn down the place?"

First both stretched a bit so as not to hurt their muscles and then the training began. You practiced with your fists dodging each other, Peter was tempted to use his super speed but held back because the rule was no super powers. You was throwing kicks and Peter barely dodged them.

Suddenly you took his right arm and with a stunt you wrapped your legs around his arm and threw him to the ground, with a hold you raised your hips slightly up so that Peter can't escape the hold.

He didn't expect that, so when he was lying on the floor, scared, he exclaimed

"Time out! I give up!!"

You loosened your legs on his arm and he stood up quickly, holding out his hand so you could get up.

"Since when did you learn to do that?"-Peter said still surprised but still smiling.

There are things you don't know about my Pet..-you said mysterious

"Meow the kitten knows how to defend herself"

"Shut up"

You rolled your eyes and went to your room to take a shower, you were tired and sweaty

You entered your room and prepared the clothes that you were going to use later. You put on your bed a jean and a red shirt. You grabbed a robe and began to undress, dropping your crop top and pants on the floor.

After that you went to the bathroom and opened the tap letting the water run. You made sure that the water is warm enough not to freeze you but not so hot it burns you. You put a hand under the rain while you felt the warm drops slip through your fingers. You waved your hand as soon as the water began to heat up, removed your robe and stepped into the shower.

Peter was running through the halls when he heard the sound of water running from the shower in your room. He was too tired to go to his room on the other side of the mansion and that's when a naughty idea crossed his mind, but he didn't want to be intrusive or bother you, but damn he liked you so much. He decided to sneak into your room thinking if what he was about to do was right or not.

Your door never had a key, at least not during the day, which is why Peter was able to get in easily. The boy saw your clothes lying on the floor and approached your bathroom door.

He knocked three times on the door

"Y/n! Are you there?"-But of course she's there, idiot, where would she be?

You were enjoying the water falling on your face when you felt the blows and the voice of Peter, you shuddered. What was Peter doing here? What did he want now?

"Uh yes Peter I'm here and In case you didn't notice, I'm taking a shower"

"Ye-yeah I know and that's the point I-Uhmm"-He was too nervous to speak

You started to get impatient and feel somewhat uncomfortable when you heard those words..

"Can I shower with you?"

A wave of modesty washed over you, you suddenly felt vulnerable. Showering with Peter? It was something you wouldn't have imagined. Clearly you liked the boy but this was something intimate. But a feeling of adrenaline began to rise through your belly and you didn't know why

Peter had his eyes tightly closed, regretting having exclaimed those words. He was starting to walk away when he heard you say

"Ok, you can come in"

Speedy couldn't believe it, shyly opened the door. He took off his clothes and piled them on the toilet seat. He slightly opened the shower curtain and entered with you closing his eyes

You were waiting for him face to face, the first thing you saw was Peter with his eyes closed so you laughed but then your eyes began to slowly go down to his torso. He had well worked pectorals, his white skin seemed soft and he was tempting you. You kept looking down until you reached her stomach, it looked like a Greek sculpture, and her small waist made you want to hug him and feel his skin in your hands.

You kept looking at his stomach until a thought quickly crossed your mind: Don't keep going down, don't keep going down! And you looked up and to the right blushing and covering your body with your arms

Can I open my eyes now? -When he heard you tell him "yes", he slowly opened one first and then the other and blushed

He looked away out of respect but he couldn't resist and he saw your body again, it was even more beautiful than he thought. You still looked down in embarrassment while covering your private parts. But thighs were still showing, and that's where Peter's eyes went. You had one leg in front of the other, resting your whole body on one of them, which made you look delicious. Peter looked at your hips, you weren't a supermodel but for him it was as if the gods themselves had sculpted you. Your rounded hips gave shape to your waist and accentuated it. Peter's pupils dilated.

Now Peter's eyes were on your shoulders, they ran through your body as if it were a manuscript and ended up on your collarbones to then look at your wet neck. He wanted so much to kiss it and feel the taste of your skin

Peter noticed that you were uncomfortable so he told you not to worry about what it was going to be like if he wasn't there. So he grabbed a sponge, a soap and began to rub his body without looking at you

Slowly you stopped covering your body with your arms and you thanked him with your eyes and turned your back to face the hot rain, it felt so good. You closed your eyes letting the water fall on your body and slide on your skin. The drops seemed to play a race along your legs. They started at your belly and slid down your hips. Meanwhile, Peter was concentrating on not looking at your butt as he rubbed his neck and back with the sponge.

The boy sneakily approached you a little closer to moisten the sponge. Since Peter was taller than you, you felt his warm breath near your ear, he was closer than he should have been. Suddenly and delicately you felt fine fingers pass through the sides of your hip. They slid from top to bottom following the drops of water as if he wanted to clean them. You felt a chill even though the water was hot

His touches were soft, he passed a hand around your waist caressing it slowly, his movements were delicate as if he were molding a sculpture.

"Peter.."-You said almost in a whisper to turn your head and look at him

He looked at you smiling mischievously. You decided to stick closer to his body as you tipped your head back and placed it on his shoulder near his neck to give him more space. Now that you was completely close to him, Peter dropped the sponge and placed both his hands on the sides of your waist. Another shiver ran through your body at the feel of his grip. Peter's hands, manly, went down from your waist to your hips and near the lower area of your belly, reaching your buttocks where he left a small pinch. You moaned but not in pain.

Peter's hands embraced you, they ran through your body as if he wanted to leave paint marks on it, you closed your eyes while your breathing quickened and your toes curled. His left hand went up to your breasts while the other went down to your privacy. First he caressed you on the outside while you didn't know where to hold on to keep from falling to your knees so you placed one hand behind his neck and your other hand grabbing Peter's wrist that was below.

When Peter inserted a finger into your intimate area, you let out a small moan while throwing your head back even more. You felt your lips throb and he liked that. He began to stimulate you by making circles with his finger on your clitoris, the rhythm varied, first they were slow and then fast.

"Oh my god Peter please..!"-you gasped pleadingly then bit your lips

You felt that you were about to cum and you didn't know if you could keep holding yourself back for longer

But Peter didn't give you rest, with your head thrown back he began to place wild, hungry kisses on your neck. The hand that was in your privacy came up and grabbed your jaw. Peter kissed every inch of your neck and jaw as if he were going to devour you, you did nothing but moan with pleasure and purr like a cat. Peter went down to your collarbones and left wet kisses

Tired of being the one receiving and not being able to touch his body, you turned around abruptly and your lips found him. You grabbed his face feeling needy and kissed him voraciously. His tongue explored yours while his hands cupped your ass. They both moan without taking off their mouths.

Peter grabbed your legs and you wrapped them around his hips as he pinned you against the damp shower wall. The sprinter reaffirmed his grip by placing his hands on your thighs and encircling them.

"Are you ready?"-he asked with his pulse racing

You nodded hastily and impatiently, there was no need to ask anything, you just wanted to have it inside of you now. You wrapped your arms around his neck and when you felt his hips loosen inside you, a surge of pleasant electricity ran through your body from head to toe and you opened your mouth in a silent moan. His thrusts were delicate at first but they increased in speed as Peter noticed that the first sensation of pain had disappeared and there was no risk of hurting you. Your body was hitting the wall at a considerable rate but you was enjoying it. Their bodies were drenched in sweat, and not just from the hot water. Your wet hair fell over your shoulders and chest while Peter's fell over his forehead almost covering his eyes. He rose and rose like the temperature, the mirror was fogged up while some of the water fell on Peter's back and torso

God looked so good with his broad back and the raindrops running down his shoulders, it made you feel more feverish. He looked like a maddened bull, his muscles tensed and concentrating on keeping up.

Suddenly Peter threw his head back with his eyes closed and panting he said

"I think I'm about to cum baby"

and said and done with a hoarse growl from Peter you felt the walls of your interior fill with something warm

But he wanted to continue a little more until you did the same so approaching your ear he whispered

"Come on, now cum for me please"-He begged for it like a wounded or helpless animal

Goddamn Maximoff

You closed your eyes and grabbed his hair tightly while our bodies moved frantically up and down like in a fast dance and when you couldn't take it anymore you felt your fluids shoot up.

Maximoff put you back on the ground gently, their bodies felt exhausted and your legs trembled slightly. You turned off the faucet while you two caught your breath and got out of the shower. Peter came out first and wrapped a towel around his hip and held out his hand to help you out as he put on the robe you had come in with.

You finished drying yourself in your room and getting dressed, You expected Peter to do the same but he hadn't brought his clothes. When you pointed it out to him, he ran out of your room even with his robe around his waist. When he ran through the corridors he left small puddles of water. You laughed imagining the poor fool slipping and falling (if Peter hadn't already).

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Professor X was walking through the corridors with his wheelchair when he saw a puddle of water in front of him

"How strange, where does this water come from?"

He saw that Hank was coming up behind him and asked him

"Do you happen to know why there are puddles of water all over the hallway?"

"No idea, maybe the janitor forgot to dry the floor"-Hank said casually.

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I leave this and slowly walk away...

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The three relationships that didn't work out and the one that did.

Because I'm a sad bitch.

"Oh my god, I'm so blind" you laugh, tears blurring your vision as Oliver stands up, alarmed. "Babe?" You shake your head, taking a desperate deep breath, trying not to let the years fall as you look up at the ceiling. You hold the breath in your throat before exhaling shakily, laughing wetly.

Your boyfriend reaches your side and places a hand on your shoulder, which you quickly shrug off, pointing at him as the first few tears fall, glaring at him out of the corner of your eye as you continue shaking your head silently. "Don't you dare touch me" you take a few shakey deep breaths, and wipe your tears, which are quickly replaced with new ones.

"Y/n, it's not what-" you point at the girl Oliver was just sitting with, talking with, kissing, and your jaw clenches as you frown in disgust. "Don't. Don't you dare say it's not what it looked like, because it looked like Oliver was cheating on me" you turn back on your boyfriend and your heart twists as you stare at him, your tears hot as you wait for him to say something.

His guilty wince tells you all you need to know.

You turn away, "oh my god, I'm so stupid" you laugh sadly, memories of Oliver talking about MJ flooding your brain. You were so blinded by your feelings for him to realize he's in love with someone else entirely.

You nod to yourself, tongue pressing against your cheek as you cry.

"Okay" you breathe, turning to face the two of them. "Okay" you smile tensely, "okay?" MJ asks nervously.

You shrug, a pained, amused smile on your lips as you sniffle.

"Okay" you nod.

"Well" you sniffle again and clear your throat, clapping your hands lightly, "I wish you two a very happy relationship" sarcasm leaks into your voice as you continue talking, ignoring Oliver's advances.

"You two deserve each other" MJ flinches, and Oliver stops, his hands falling to his sides as he stares at you.

You shake your head and push your shoulders back, standing straight as you turn and walk away from the hallway by the courtyard. You don't let yourself cry until you reach the stairs, and when you do cry, you drop your head and sob into your sleeve as you make your way to the Gryffindor common room.

The fire is going by the time you reach the red and gold room, and Sirius, Peter, Remus, and James are all laughing together beside it. You sniffle and Sirius glances in your direction briefly before doing a double take and standing up. "Hey, y/l/n, are you alright?" You laugh and fresh tears spring forward.

"Yeah, m'just a huge idiot, apparently" you take another deep breath, sending them an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I'm fine" you clear your throat and make your way over to the girls dormitory stairs, a hand grips your wrist loosely and you pause, turning to look at Sirius Black.

"Come on, tell us what's wrong" he pulls you gently to sit down on the couch between him and James Potter, and suddenly you're spilling everything about Oliver and your relationship.

About how he made you feel insecure, and how he was always either with MJ or talking about her, and how you feel like an idiot for not noticing it sooner. Remus Lupin feeds you seemingly endless bits of chocolate as you cry, and Peter makes sure you have water while James rubs your back and hold the tissues, while Sirius agrees with you when you shit talk Oliver but discourages you from shit talking yourself.

"I just feel so dumb, it was right in front of me and..." You trail off and accept the next piece of chocolate from Remus, who rubs your knee gently from the floor beside you. "Thanks Remus" you mumble, biting into it. He nods silently, offering you a gentle smile.

You accept another tissue from James and wipe your tears before taking another one and finish wiping your face. You laugh awkwardly, sniffling a little.

"If this is what crying over breakups with you guys are like I might have to hunt you down every time" you joke, and Remus shrugs.

Sirius and James share a look before nodding and they all turn to Peter, who nods, making the ultimate decision, before they all smile.

"Don't be silly, we're friends now, you hang out with us and we'll take care of you. Whatever you need" James pulls you into his side, and you feel like you're with your older brother for a moment.

"Really?" You sniffle, (broken) heart warming at the gesture. They all nod and you tear up again. "We're so sorry, we didn't mean to make you cry" Peter gasps, gently wiping your new tears away with his unused handkerchief. "No! Not at all, thank you, I just have a hard time making friends sometimes, so I'm not used to just being adopted into a big group" you explain.

"We're here to make you feel loved, y/n. It's what friends are for" Sirius assures you, his words turning teasing at the end of his sentence.

They stick by your side for the rest of the night, and you all eat breakfast together the next day.

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You didn't see it coming, it'd been a year of being single with a couple of flings between months after Oliver, and then you'd met Ben. Remus and Peter hated him on sight, but Sirius liked how he acted with you, and James thought he was pretty cool, so you went out with him. Once, then twice, then three times, and that turned into seven months together.

Until now. "I can't believe you!" He shouts. You scoff, gesturing to your black eye, "you can't believe me?" You yell, incredulous.

It was an accident, he'd hit a bludger at Marlene in the quidditch game and she'd dodged, but Hanson, the Gryffindor beater closest to the rougue bludger was too slow and it caught you in the eye.

You wouldn't care as much, if your boyfriend had even stopped to check on you, or visit you after the game, or apologize at all.

Now he's calling you insane for wanting an apology for your black eye and mild concussion, because he didn't stop playing to call over the field and ask about you, and then went to the Slytherin party after they used your injury as a distraction against Gryffindor.

"I told you it wasn't meant for you! It was an accident!" He defends himself, and you roll your eyes. "So? Normal people would apologize anyway!" You stress, he shakes his head.

"Bullshit, why would someone apologize when they haven't done anything wrong?" Tears built up in your eyes and you have a deep breath.

"Because they did do something wrong, they just didn't mean to, and you didn't even bother to check on me!" You cross your arms over your stomach, insecurity scratching at the back of your throat.

"Seriously? I checked on you the next morning, you psycho!" You flinch back at the insult and shake your head, guilt flashes in his eyes as he takes a step forwards, "sweetheart, I didn't mean it" you purse your lips.

"Apologize" you watch him, and realize, he isn't going to. "Dove, c'mon-" he laughs, but you shake your head.

"Never once" you state plainly, and he frowns in confusion as your eyes fill with tears. "Never once have I ever gotten an apology from you, for anything, and when I ask for a well deserved apology, you call me insane, and a psycho" his eyes widen.

"Apologize, or I'm done" he scoffs, running his hand through his hair. "Babe, don't be a bitch, let's just talk this out" he pleads, but you shake your head.

You didn't get an apology when he missed your anniversary date, or when he called you by his ex's name, or when he tried to give you fish (which he knew you don't eat), or when he hit you with the bludger and didn't bother to check up on you, and you clearly aren't going to get one now.

"If you want us to stay together, fight for us, fight for us by apologizing" you plead, and he huffs, crossing his arms. The tears spill as he finds a sudden interest in his shoes.

"Fine, you don't wanna admit you're in the wrong, I get it. It's being the tough guy over your girlfriend, right?" You hope to god he says no, that he gets over himself and apologizes, but your heart shatters when you watch him nod to himself before looking at you and nodding, tears in his eyes as well.

"Right" you whisper, spite filling the single word as you turn and leave the Slytherin common room. You hear him sigh shakily, but you ignore it, despite the way it tugs violently as your heartstrings.

You go to the boys, and they comfort you, Peter mumbles a small "I told you he was shit" as he hugs you when James gets up to grab the tissues, and you laugh weakly, even as Sirius shoves his shoulder gently.

Remus holds you most of the time, feeding you bits of chocolate as the boys tell you how Ben wasn't even worth anything anyways, and how he obviously won't make it into anyone else's bed after he didn't bother to check up on you after the quidditch accident. Apparently Sirius had heard the girls talking about it and managed to get the inside scoop.

Hence the lilac painted nails.

"I like them though, Kasey said she'd lend me the colour anytime, that is one amazing woman" he grins, showing off his almond shaped nails, filling them down a little. You've never been able to grow your nails as strong as his, and the little bastard is a gatekeeper.

You allow him to do your nails, a light brown, the colour of Remus' eyes, James notes.

You wait until they're finished before comparing them to the werewolves eyes, and James was right, of course, Sirius being as over the top as he is, added a couple of light green streaks of nail polish, just noticeable in the right light, to make them the same after you admit the colour was pretty much exact.

You refuse at first, but you eventually let him, you already know you didn't want to win the argument anyway.

When you're sure the boys are all asleep, having been invited to stay for the usual sleepover/study night, you cast a lasting charm on the nail polish, unaware that Sirius was awake as well, grinning to himself.

Lilly asked about your red-rimmed eyes the next morning and you admit everything, unaware of the sly smile she got upon seeing the green shine through in your nails, and Remus flushes at the wink she sends his way. She absolutely sides with you and promises to tell Marlene.

Ben couldn't get a girlfriend for the next nine months.

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It was only a couple months before you were paired up with Evan Lancaster in potions, and when you met, you just hit it off. After a while, he asked you to be his girlfriend and you accepted. When you told the boys, Peter and Sirius both groaned like you'd told them the Slytherins won against Ravenclaw and they'd have to change their whole quidditch defense plan, James sighed like Lilly had just told him she'd absolutely go on a Christmas date with him but it was still February third, and Remus simply smiled, "I hope he's.. The one, this time" he'd mumbled.

It took you four months to realize Evan was in it for the money. It wasn't a secret that you came from a family almost more well off than James's, but you hadn't expected it to ever interfere with your love life.

You gave it two more weeks before giving up and breaking it off.

"What?" Evan asks from his spot on the bench, his book open beside him. "I'm breaking up with you" you repeat, tears blurring your vision.

"Oh.. Why?" He asks, you can hear footsteps approaching, and assume it's one of the boys to help you out (probably Sirius), you ignore it.

"You're using me, Evan. It's clear as day! I'm done, I pay for everything, I plan everything, I had to remind you about our date this weekend because you said there was nothing special happening that morning! It's just... Shitty" You run your fingers through your hair, pulling gently.

"It really is mate, I may be a Slytherin, but even I wouldn't do that" someone states, you turn to see Evan Rosier behind you, scowling at the boy.

"Rosier?" He glances at you, scowl falling into a gentle, barely there smile as he presses his hand to your lower back. "Go, Reg is waiting for you, he knows where Lupin is. I'll handle this fucker" you frown, the tears in your eyes making their way down.

"Oi, fuck off Rosier, you're not gonna get her money y'know, I'm her boyfriend" Lancaster snaps, and your heart twists. You'd known that was why he was with you, but is that all he really saw? A bag of money instead of a girl?

You're in your sixth year for fucks sake! You should be able to take care of it yourself.

"It's fine, Rosier, thank you" you whisper. He shakes his head, "no way, Reg heard all about you from Sirius, and we heard about you from Reg. We like you, we've got your back, go to Lupin, you clearly need him" Rosier smiles weakly as you nod and make your way over to Regulus Black, the sickening sound of punches follow you. But you catch what he's beating into Lancaster.

"She's a pretty woman you ignorant prick, not a bag of money, obviously you need to learn the difference since you've clearly not had much of either"

Regulus tucks you into his side as he guides you to the front courtyard, as soon as he spots you, Remus stands up. He abandons his books and conversation with Sirius and makes his way over to you.

Remus gently takes your face in his hands and uses his thumbs to wipe away your tears sweetly, "what's a matter, love?" You sniffle and laugh wetly.

"I broke up with Evan" you shrug. Remus frowns, tugging you closer and wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

When he pulls away, he guides you back over to Sirius and sits you down.

"Why?" He asks, and you laugh again, wiping at your tears with your hands.

"I finally got the message, y'know," you shrug, your fingertips brushing away the newer tears before they have the chance to make their way over your cheeks.

You're smile drops a little, "he didn't love me" you hesitate, your heart aching. "He didn't.." Regulus sits beside Sirius with a curious frown. "He didn't even like me" you scoff. You can see Remus' question before he even opens his mouth.

Then why was he with you?

Sirius sends you a sympathetic smile, he understood all too well, why Evan was with you.

You chuckle, your French tipped nails tapping gently against your lips. "He liked the money," you nod to yourself.

"What?" Remus asks, incredulous.

"Ohh, yeah" you laugh, shaking your head. "He liked the money" you shrug sadly "I'd had enough, so I got out... I left him" Remus shakes his head, pulling you into a tight hug. How anyone could fake love for something as pathetic as money wasn't something he wanted to know.

"You'll find someone worth your time, angel" he sighs. You nod and melt into his side.

"Maybe, but I'm done with boys until we graduate" you mumble, melting into Remus' side. Your fingers pick at your cuticles, and Sirius smacks your hand away.

"Okay, now that you've dumped the rat bastard, can we do something fun with your nails?" Sirius pleads, bored of doing basic nails because Evan liked them.

You nod. "Great! I'm thinking different shades of brown" you share a bored glance with Regulus and he feels warm as you include him.

You let Sirius run wild with your nails and end up adoring the end result, you show Remus as soon as you're given the go ahead to touch things from Sirius and the werewolf smiles softly at you as you gush about how cute they are. When you look up to see his opinion, he simply nods and keeps smiling at you with those eyes.

"Adorable, pads did really good, they suit you" Remus compliments.

You have Sirius do your nails like that in different colours every two months.

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Much to everyone's surprise, you actually were finished with relationships, including flings and hookups, until graduation. Obviously some people assumed you were seeing someone under wraps, or that you had even come to think love was a falsehood, though neither were true. Nor were any of the other hilarious rumors that you'd gushed over and mocked with the boys, Lilly, Alice, and Marlene.

Having so much spare time ended with you playing matchmaker over the last two years of Hogwarts, pairing Marlene and Dorcas, and managing to get Lilly to go out with James, you even dabbled a little and got Barty Jr to confess to Evan Rosier, which went about as well as you assumed it would: wonderfully.

The one person you couldn't find a match for in your mind, was Remus. Though, he'd always assured you he was simply waiting for the girl of his dreams to come around on her own, claiming she'd made rules for herself in regards to dating, which you understood and dropped the topic, though, you never let him forget about your constantly budding curiosity.

The cheers were loud as Dumbledore finished his graduating speech, claiming there would be a celebration party in the great hall for the graduates last Friday at hogwarts, seeing as school ended the next Thursday.

"Hey, sunshine, you know how you once told me to hurry up and kiss the mystery girl of my dreams?" You turn, recognizing remus' voice immediately, "yeah, what about-" your words are cut off by a soft kiss that tasted like sea salt chocolate and caramel, and set sky-lighting fireworks off in your stomach.

Another rounds of cheers go up, some assuming that it was a coming out of your relationship as you wrap your arms around your best friends shoulders, kissing him just and softly, and others glad that the hopeless, not-so-secret, pining Remus had been doing for four and a half years wasn't going unannounced.

You both pull away slowly, and Remus presses his forehead against yours. "You said till graduation" he mumbles, and it rips a soft laugh from you. "Remus John Lupin," you scold in a soft whisper, "I told you in fifth year that you know I'd break any rule for you" you remind him.

"That was you threatening to turn Snape into a cockroach and abandon him in the Forbidden Forest" he retorts, and you smile fondly at the memory. "The offer is still there, just as tempting" you admit, laughs quietly with him.

"So.. how about a date?" He asks, his honey eyes gazing softly at you.

You smile and nod, "yeah, why not" you smile and he rolls his eyes playfully at your joking shrug, pressing a softer kiss to your lips. "Finially" he mumbles, and it makes you smile again, yeah, finally.

#breakup angst #marauders #sirius being sirius #marauder x reader #peter pettigrew #regulus black #remus lupin x reader #oneshot #james potter #evan rosier #hope you enjoy

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