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evan4ever · 1 year

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I Didn’t Know Where Else to Go

Warren Lipka x reader smut

I am so ungodly attracted to this man

Warnings: a lot of foul language, harassment, bullying, drinking/drugs, smut, fingering, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, orgasm

a/n: I saw a tik tok about enemies to lovers and came up with this 🙊🙈 excuse any errors, as always lol

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You and Warren Lipka were far from friends, enemies if you will. You were this good girl with daddy wrapped around your finger and he was the bad boy who always got himself into trouble somehow, whether it be with the police or with another human who outdid his strength. You weren’t strangers to each other, almost every party you went to he was either there already or would show up later. And he always had something to say to you.

“You know they say when a boy is mean to a girl it’s because they like her?” You teased one time, causing the many people in the room to laugh and Warren to become flustered and annoyed.

“You’re nothing to like.” He’d scoff. “You’re not even fun to be around. One little inconvenience and you run back to your daddy to fix it. You’re pathetic, honestly. Leftovers for later when the actual meal goes cold.” His words stung you, they often did because he always threw it in your face that you’re dad helped you. As if it was a bad thing? But the way he spoke of it embarrassed you in front of your friends. You had always tried to stay as humble as possible but Warren always made you seem otherwise.

“Did daddy buy you that car?”

“Does daddy pay all your bills even when you’re 23 years old?”

“Oh look, the rich bitch is here.”

He always had something to say. And you hated it. You hated him.

Tonight was no different. You were at a party, a pretty and short black dress on and your high heels somewhere in the living room since you’ve ridden of them the second your feet began hurting. You were pretty tipsy, having taken 3 shots of tequila with your girlfriends while the boys cheered you all on. And you were sipping on the pineapple Malibu you held in to tightly while you danced in the middle of all of your friends. You were having a great time and you weren’t even that drunk yet. Though you never got too drunk, your dad taught you that it’s better to get to the right buzz that way you sober up quicker and know what you’re doing. It’s worked all these years and you didn’t plan on stopping.

The living room was loud, music blasting and people singing and talking and yelling to another. You only danced your little heart away to the music, your eyes closed and arms held in the air careful not to spill your drink. You hadn’t even noticed the few people who had come through the front door and at the moment you didn’t care. That was until an angry yell broke you from your music high, your eyes shooting open and looking around for the possible fight that was going to break out.

Of course your eyes landed on Warren who was smirking while one of the guys who’s been at the party since it started was practically cowering over Warren, his finger pointing at him and jabbing into his chest. You weren’t sure what started the fight, but it wasn’t really on your list of things to happen tonight. When you realized the bigger man was getting ready to punch Warren, you quickly strolled over to them and rested your hand on the boys raised arm. He looked at you angrily, but it slowly diminished at the sight of you. You only sent him a soft reassuring smile and within moments, the boy took a step back from Warren, who was still standing there with a smirk on his lips and his arms crossed over his chest confidently. The boy looked back to Warren and with a deep, obvious annoyed sigh, he turns and walks off. The rest of the crowd turns back to their previous doings at the realization that there would be no fight to watch, and you look back at Warren, copying his stance by crossing your arms.

“What is wrong with you? He would’ve crushed your skull.” You furrowed your eyebrows genuinely wondering what goes through this dudes mind that makes him so reckless.

“Hm, good thing the little princess was there to save me, right? One look from you and he backs down in a fight? What, you fuck him too?” You clenched your jaw at his last question, feeling the rage inside of you boiling in your chest. Warren was always quick to calling you a slut or a whore. According to him, your body count was probably 300.

“You have some real nerve, Lipka.” You shook your head and turned in your bare heel no longer wanting to be near him.

“Yeah, go cry about it to your daddy.” You heard him call back at you with a laugh. Spencer was stood next to him but being the low key guy he is, he said nothing and didn’t acknowledge Warren’s “joke”.

You made it to the kitchen and witnessed a few other guys snorting a line of coke off the counter, furrowing your eyebrows in disgust and walking to the counter to get yourself a glass of water. Your mood was low since the interaction with Warren, you were ready to leave as soon as you sobered up which wouldn’t take long. You chugged the glass of water and set it in the sink, gasping at the hands that snaked around your waist from behind you.

You looked back still startled by the interaction and looked at the guy who had just snorted some Coke now clinging to you from behind. “You got all the guys here wrapped around your finger, know that? Whatdya hiding under this dress baby?” He was obviously fucked up and you were not having it, immediately pulling yourself from his hold and storming past him not in the mood to be slut-shamed again. Especially when you’ve only had sex a handful of times and all of them were with you longtime ex boyfriend from high school. You had a pretty face and people liked you and that made you a slut, apparently.

“Aw come on don’t be like that” he called out to you but you continued your way and ignored him, “bet I’ll convince her next time.” You could hear him laugh with his friends and once again, you blood boiled. You irrationally grabbed the glass bottle full of cheap vodka that was next to you and turned back around, matching your way back to the man. He turned to you with a grin, thinking you had changed your mind but before he had the chance to speak, you swung the glass bottle into the side of his head, the sound of glass shattering and the man hitting the floor causing silence throughout the house.

All eyes were on you, warrens included, and no one knew what to say. The man was groaning in pain, bleeding from the side of his forehead and seemed pretty fucking dazed. “You just fucking assaulted me, you dumb bitch!” He groaned out trying to stand. You took a step back from him but remained angry and threatening. You didn’t even feel the shards of glass that had sliced into your arms when it shattered on him.

“I guess you should learn to control your fucking mouth? What, are you gonna turn me in? I’m not the one high off fucking coke.” You raised an eyebrow daring him to continue arguing, though he didn’t. His buddies helped him up and with a few glares and nasty looks they led him out of the kitchen. You clenched your jaw and looked around at the crowd still staring at you in silence. “Don’t you all have something better to do?” You raised your voice at them, a few turning away quickly to act preoccupied and a few continuing to watch as you marched from the kitchen to the living room to grab your phone and storm out of the house. The party was over for you, you wanted to go home.

And so you made it to your small apartment where you entered and slammed your keys down on your counter and took a few breaths to calm yourself. You were ridiculously worked up and you knew it was over so stressing over it was going to do you no good. Instead, you stripped yourself of your dress, already barefoot having forgotten your shoes, and made your way to your bathroom to start a hot shower. You stepped in once at the right temperature and closed your eyes as the steaming water hit your body and relaxed you muscles, exactly what you needed. You weren’t even sure how long you’d been in but finally drew yourself from it and slipped on some short spandex and an oversized shirt to get comfortable.

You made your way to your couch and sat down snuggling into a blanket and searched through Hulu for a movie to watch. You really wanted to go to sleep, but you needed the noise so you didn’t feel alone, especially after such a bad night. You settled on The Proposal, one no one could ever go wrong with, and just barely got comfortable when you heard a knock at the door. You couldn’t control the groan that came from your lips as you threw the blanket off and stood, striding to the door in annoyance and throwing it open, as if your dad taught you nothing about answering doors especially at midnight. You weren’t sure who you’d see waiting for you, but you definitely weren’t expecting to see Warren standing there.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him in even more annoyance, as if your night could get any worse, and you were about to ask him what the fuck he wanted but your mouth shut instantly at the sight of his bruised face and bloody lip. “What happened?” You asked instead. He tried to look anywhere but your eyes, almost ashamed of himself. You only remained looking at his beaten face in concern. “Do you need a doctor? I can take you.”

“No.” He finally spoke and you tilted your head confused, finally shaking it as if to ask him to elaborate what was going on. “I..” he cleared his throat and took a deep breath in. “These guys. They were talking some real bad shit about you. Like bad. I’m talking jumping you for what you did to their friend. It pissed me off and so I beat the fuck out of them. But it was me against three so, I look like this.” Your body tensed at the thought of what these guys could’ve, would’ve, done to you. Frat boys could be really screwed up and not many had respect for girls. Girls were a means of pleasure and a punching bag to them. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” He finally looked at you and met your eyes. Yours softened realizing that the man you never liked or got along with defended you behind your back, and you were thankful.

“Are they..?” You started and trailed off but he knew what you were going to ask and shook his head.

“No. They backed off and went back to partying. I don’t think they’ll fuck with you.”

You let out a sigh of relief and nodded. There was a silent awkward beat before you finally stepped aside. “You can come in. I should clean up your lips so it doesn’t get infected.” You insisted and he obliged, letting himself enter into your home. You closed the door behind him and went straight to your sink to retrieve a wet towel and some alcohol as well as an ice pack. He decided to sit at your table while he waited for you and you joined him a moment later, sitting in front of him. “Can I?” You asked permission before starting and he simply nodded. You began wiping the blood away and once clean you hesitated. “This might burn” you whispered and he only nodded again bracing himself and wincing once the alcohol met his gash. You apologized quickly and placed the wet towel over it to try to ease the burn and in minutes he seemed no longer phased.

You removed the towel and examined it, seeing it now perfectly clean and only a cut that was no longer bleeding, smiling to yourself at your work. “Here, I brought an ice pack for your swollen eye. It’ll help it.” You encouraged him to take it from you and he did, placing it against the side of his face.

“Thanks.” He nodded to you awkwardly. Another silent beat passed as you both struggled for words, having literally never been in each others presence where it wasn’t hateful; having never been alone. It was weird for you both, though not uncomfortable.

“Why did you defend me?” You finally asked, wanting to understand given your past with the other. He owed you nothing, you were just as mean and spiteful to him. Your eyes were on his curiously, desperate to know.

He shifted awkwardly and shrugged. “Don’t know. I guess it just made me sick to think about letting them do what they were saying. I had to at least try to stop them.”

“But why?” You asked immediately. “You hate me.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at the table as he went over your statement, almost ashamed of the way he’s treated you. “Just because I don’t like you doesn’t mean I want you hurt.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to say but it wasn’t that. And it honestly made you happy, appreciative. It brought a whole new light to Warren you’d never seen before.

You copied him by looking down at your hands and picking at the skin on your finger while thinking everything over. “Well, thank you. I owe you one.”

“No you don’t.” He said almost in disbelief, looking up to meet his eyes again that were on you already. “You don’t owe me anything. Not for this.” The seriousness in his voice told you not to object, only nodding in response. You were both still sat next to the table facing each other. Your knees were against his from how close you’ve been by cleaning up his face. And it was like something took over you. This new light you saw him in was almost hypnotizing, making you do what it wanted you to do and having no say — not that you minded.

You leaned forward in your chair, your eyes never leaving his, and he was quick to understand what you wanted, leaning in grabbing your waist and pulling you from your chair onto his lap. Your bodies were against each other now, your face slightly above his making him have to look up at you. You gazed down at him, wondering if you should really do this or not. But you couldn’t control yourself, you were so fucking attracted to the guy right now. You wanted him and by the looks of it, he wanted you too.

Your hands slid up his arms to his shoulders before stopping on either side of his face, now caressing him. His eyes never left yours and there was a look of hunger and desperation in them, but he wanted you to be sure. You finally lowered your face closer to his and let your lips close the small gap you had left in a gentle kiss. You felt his hands find their way under your shirt and softly move over the bare skin on your waist and back, his fingertips beginning to trace your sides up and down sending a shiver down your spine and goosebumps to arise all over. You broke the kiss only to tilt your head the other way allowing you kiss him again more deeply. His hands began grabbing at your sides harder causing a small moan from you to escape into his mouth, only turning him on more.

He quickly took ahold of your waist now and pushed you down onto him, both of you breaking the kiss to let out a moan as you felt his bulge pressing into you, so close to where you wanted it to be. He wasted no time in reconnecting his lips to yours, now allowing his tongue to slide into your mouth. His hands slide down to your ass and grabbed ahold of it as he stood from his chair, holding you up. Your legs instantly wrapped around his waist, your arms hooking around his neck as you both continued your heavy makeout while he carried you to what he assumed was your room.

Once at the foot of your bed, he broke the kiss and slowly lowered you onto it now hovering above you. You pushed your self back towards the pillows and leaned forward, grabbing him and pulling him on to you so needing, leaning yourself up so you could attach your lips to his again and feeling him lower you both so you were laying flat now, his arms holding him over you on either side of your head. Your hands slowly made their way to the bottom of his shirt and pulling on it, indicating you wanted it off, him leaning back upright and removing it, tossing it somewhere on your floor. His hands immediately went to your spandex, hooking his thumbs into them and beginning to pull them off. You took leaned up enough so you could remove your own shirt while he stripped you of your bottoms, now leaving you completely bare and exposed to him.

Your heart began thumping louder in your chest as you realized you were laying naked in front of him, becoming insecure and covering your exposed breasts from him.

“Hey, hey” you heard him say, your eyes closed from the fear of his reaction to your body. You felt him lean back over you and use one of his hands to push your hair from your face, tracing down your cheek gently. “You don’t have to hide yourself from me. You’re fucking beautiful.” His words were so soft and sincere that it picked a weight off your chest, you eyes blinking open and looking up to meet his. They held so much truth behind them as they gazed down at you that the insecurity you felt simply diminished while looking into them. This was a new part of Warren you had never seen, never expected to see either. And as you looked at the man shirtless above you, you couldn’t help but take in his beautiful features, they made him look like a fucking God.

You slowly removed your arms from your chest allowing him to see your breasts, his eyes looking down and taking them in. “Fuck” he whispered out, his eyes flickering back to yours before his head dipped down and took one of your nipples in his mouth. Your own mouth fell open at the new sensation, his other hand tracing over your shoulder before landing on and taking your other breast into it, kneading and softly rubbing over the other nipple. Your eyes stayed on his, watching him suck on and play with your tits while he watched your desperation grow. Light moans escaped, feeling yourself becoming more and more wet from the pleasure he was giving you, your head falling back into the pillow as you showered in it. You pushed your chest up into him needy for more feeling, bucking your hips into him immediately after to relieve some of the pressure being built up in your aching pussy. He quickly grabbed your hips and pushed you back down into the bed to deny you of the relief, your eyes shooting open to look at him with confusion.

He looked up yo meet yours and gave you an innocent smile before pushing himself lower and placing each of your legs over one of his shoulders, now able to see your dripping pussy. He groaned at just the sight and you watched with furrowed brows, impatient to feel him. “So fucking wet for me, huh?” He teased, one of his fingers coming up to play with your clit. You sucked a sharp breath in, still watching him, his own eyes on your heat. The desperation you felt was becoming almost painful and you couldn’t control the second buck if your hips just to feel more of him. He took the chance to use his other hand, pushing a finger inside of you with such ease, a long moan escaping from you.

“Yes.. please..” you begged, feeling pathetic in doing so but needing more. He didn’t hesitate, pushing another finger in and sliding them out, watching in awe as your juices soaked them completely. His ears filled with another moan from you, and he finally began finger fucking you faster, just like you wanted. You gasped and your back arched off the bed as he watched proudly, the sight of you and the sound of you making him harder if it were even possible. God, he couldn’t wait to feel you around his throbbing dick.

He fingered you for some minutes longer before pulling them from you, moving himself back over you. He brought his fingers to your mouth and opened, tasting yourself on his fingers with no hesitation. He groaned at the sight of his fingers in your mouth and lowered his head into your neck, leaving hot open mouthed kisses from your ear to your collar bone, allowing himself to suck on the thin, sensitive skin while he worked on removing his jeans and boxers. His dick spray upward finally being released and you quickly wrapped your hand around him and jerked him off while he moaned into your collar bone, biting down on it causing you to gasp. His hips began moving, sliding perfectly through your hand that was still wrapped around him. You closed your eyes at the beautiful sound of his low moans against your skin.

After another moment of jerking him, he grabbed your hand from him along with your other and pressed them into the mattress, once again on either side of your head and hovered above you. His eyes were so much darker now as they looked back into yours that we’re looking up at him through your long lashes.

“Are you ready?” He asked and you nodded eagerly, so much more than ready. “Are you sure this is okay?” He double checked and the simple question caused so many butterflies in your stomach that it nearly took your breath away. You blinked a few times before nodding again, this time much slower and serious. Before he could do anything, you leaned up and placed a small, reassuring kiss on his lips before falling back against the pillows as your hands were still held down by his. A half smile broke on his lips before his hand released yours and reached down to line himself with your entrance, immediately taking your hand and pressing it back into the mattress. Your eyes held contact as he slowly pushed himself into you, both of you moaning from the feeling that you’ve both been waiting for.

He pulled himself out and slowly reentered you a few times to allow you to adjust to him, then he leaned down and connected your lips as he began speeding up, your moans muffled against his mouth, a sound he fucking loved. You bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes closing and Devilish smile forming on his lips. He released your hands and grabbed your waist tightly and in one quick, swift motion he flipped you around, a squeak coming from you, so you were now straddling him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest and held you to him while he thrusted up into you hard now, gasps leaving your mouth with each one that felt it was hitting deeper and deeper inside of you.

Your hips began moving in sync with him to help him reach the deepest part of you, his eyes fluttering shut while yours watched him from a above him. “You’re so fucking hot” you squeaked out while he continued thrusting and you continued riding him, unable to keep your own eyes open from the pleasure. You squirmed from his hold and sat upright so it was easier to grind into him with each bounce, which also happened to cause enough friction on your clit to push you closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Warren, I’m gonna cum,” you nearly cried out, your head falling back and your hands grabbing his legs to keep you balanced. He quickly brought his hand to your clit again and rubbed quick circles, a string of moans leaving your open mouth while he watch in awe, never taking his eyes off of you.

“Cum for me baby, fuck” he groaned, thrusting harder into you as his own orgasm drew close. “Cum all over me, princess.” You let out a breathless laugh at his usual nickname he decided to use, grinding yourself into him at his last hard thrust, pushing you both over the edge.

“fuck fuck fuck” you whined as your buddy feel forward into him, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place with his dick deep inside of you as he came at the same time.

“Fuuuck y/n, holy shit” he growled, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling your face to his so you could both watch each other ride out your orgasms. “That’s good baby, ride it out” He encouraged and you whimpered at the sensitiveness you began feeling. He crashed his lips onto yours again and trusted a few more times before pulling himself out, his hands resting on your bare back, your head falling into the crook of his neck.

You both laid still like this for a few moments while you caught your breath, finally lifting your head and looking at him again. His eyes opened at the feeling of your movements and met your face, tilting his head the side and smiling lightly at you. Your hand moved up to caress his cheek before leaning down and placing one more quick, gentle peck to his lips that he happily returned.

“So..” he started, grinning even more, “guess we don’t hate each other as much as we thought?” He suggested, you letting out a quiet laugh.

“Should be nice to me more often. This was… fun.” You admitted and he nodded, agreeing.

“You’re right. This is way better than yelling profanities at each other. I’d much rather fuck you when you piss me off. “

“Guess I’ll piss you off more often then.”

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yes-divine-ruler · 1 year

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Warren Lipka (Evan Peters in AA) x Fem!Reader - “Doin’ Time” 1/2

(Yes like the song by Lana)

Summary: You and Warren have been dating for years, Warren notoriously unfaithful to your relationship. You finally realise nothing will ever change and decide it’s the end.

Part 2 here

CW: lots of angst

Words: 1067

"Y/N!"

You turn towards your friend, who is pointing hopelessly behind her towards your boyfriend Warren Lipka, and another girl, leaning up against the wall at the house party you were all invited to. The girl, someone you'd noticed at college, took the spliff from Warren's mouth and placed it in her own, breathing out the smoke back into his mouth.

Warren had his hand above her head, leaning against the wall as they spoke, sharing laughs and deep in pointless conversation. The sight made your blood boil, but it wasn't something you weren't used to. Warren was notoriously unfaithful to your relationship, disappearing sometimes for days without a word, until you hear a sour half-ass explanation from a friend eluding to Warren being seen with another girl.

Though, you loved Warren, and every time he cheated he practically begged on his hands and knees for your forgiveness, adamant he'll never do it again. But the infidelity only got worse, now to the point where he was openly flirting with somebody else in front of you.

In an angry rage, you push passed your friend and storm straight over to Warren. The girl makes eye contact with you first, and then Warren turns to see what she is wide-eying at. It only takes a moment for you to make the decision to empty your cup all down the front of his clothes.

Warren throws his hands up in the air, enraged by your sudden actions and the girl slips away from her entrapment against the wall.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Y/N?” Warren growls, reaching forward and grabbing onto your shaking wrist, that was supporting the empty cup in your hand. He tugs it harshly, dragging you both outside as you try and keep expelling steady breaths.

“I saw you with her Warren, why the fuck do you do this to me?” You argue back, tears now streaming down your face as you look at him hopelessly.

Warren has the nerve to roll his dark eyes, believing that you were only being insecure and badly misreading the situation.

“So I can’t have female friends now?” Is all he asks, his fingers still tightly wrapped around your now pained wrist, “you’re fucking crazy.”

“You’re such a fucking dick Warren, I’m done, let the fuck go of me!” You practically scream, retracting your wrist harshly from his grip and turning away, treading back quickly through the house and into the front yard, ignoring the stares of the other party-goers.

Warren follows with heavy footsteps behind you, eventually catching up to you and stopping you with a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N! Seriously baby, why are you being like this?” Warren’s tone softens, but this time, you’re not falling for his emotional manipulation.

“Leave me the fuck alone Warren, I told you I’m done,” you repeat yourself, turning back around and continuing to walk down the street. You didn’t know where you were going, or how you were going to get home, but getting away from Warren was your main priority.

“Can we just talk about this?” Warren called after you, jogging up to your fast walking and following you down the sidewalk like a lost puppy. You say nothing as he continues to plead with you.

“I wasn’t even doing anything I was just chatting with a friend, why are you breaking up with me? Are you even listening to me? Y/N? Y/N!”

You stop finally, your eyes red from crying and snot sure to be pouring from your nose as you turn back to look at your now ex-boyfriend. He had tears in his own eyes, but you knew they were only crocodile tears, he obviously didn’t feel remorse for what he’d done, but instead was only scared of losing you.

“I’m not playing this fucking game with you anymore Warren, you can’t have me and everyone else, and now that you’re single, I hope you have the best fucking time doing whatever you please without the consequence of a girl who loves you, waiting at home for you while you fuck some other stupid bitch!” You tear into him, pointing a finger accusingly at his chest as you let out your anger. As much as you may have loved him, you also despised him, for reducing you to nothing but what you were now.

“I don’t want to be fucking single! I want you, I’m passed all that now, I thought we got passed it Y/N,” he speaks to you softly, like if he raised his voice anymore, you’d shatter like you were made of glass.

“Warren, you’re fucking pathetic, stop trying to turn this on me, it’s all you, you ruined us!” You sobbed, your words hysteric at this point. Warren just looked at you with a frown on his lips, until he couldn’t take it any longer and he pulled you in for a tight hug. You resisted at first, but then you felt the warmth of his body on the cold fall night and the steady pace of his heartbeat and you melted into him in defeat.

“We can’t keep doing this,” you say just above a whisper, your head buried in Warren’s shoulder as you continued to cry. He said nothing, instead rubbing soothing circles on your back in an effort to calm you down.

“I love you Y/N, you know that baby,” Warren muttered in your hair, a sad sigh escaping his lips as you tried to inhale shuddering breaths.

“No- you don’t, you don’t hurt the people you love,” you stated boldly, “just let me go Warren.”

Warren held you at arms length by your shoulders, staring deeply into your sad eyes, as realisation hit that you had finally decided you were done, and there was nothing he could do to change your mind.

He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your head, his lips ghosting over your forehead as he took another deep breath.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t the boyfriend you deserved,” he said, pulling away and turning on his heels back towards the house party.

You watched his back in agony as the love of your life left you standing in the cold on the sidewalk, alone, in a random neighbourhood in the middle of the night, and you knew this was the end.

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quicksilversg1rl · 1 year

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Warren Lipka x Fem Reader

a/n: This is my first fic on Tumblr so please bear with me 💋

Warnings: angst

You were in deep shit. Ever since you and Warren became friends you vowed to yourself that you wouldn't catch feelings for him, that you wouldn't fall into the stereotype of ‘the girl best friend is always in love with the boy best friend’ and for most of your high school career you hadn't. Fast forward to college, your previous boy best friend had moved to the other side of the world so naturally the two of you drifted, you were still friends but not best friends.

Then you met Warren.

You still remember the day so clearly; you were sitting during one of your lectures, ‘listening’ attentively to your professor when this guy stumbled in late causing everyone in the lecture hall to look at him. You were sat right at the back far from everyone else hoping to not have an interaction with any of the other students when the boy stumbled up towards you and sat in the seat right next to you.

You immediately tensed up, fearing that the mystery boy would interact with you, and just as the thought popped into your head the stranger tapped your shoulder.

“Hi uh sorry to ask you this but where are we in the lesson?” You just looked at him and slowly turned your laptop towards him to show him that you weren't even listening to the professor, you were reading one of your favourite books, Little Women.

He let out a little laugh before leaning in closer to get a better look at the book you were reading.

He looked as if he recognized the book, so you asked, “Have you read Little Women?”

“Oh God no, I think the last time I read a book was in the 6th grade.” he said which caused a laugh to escape your mouth. You hadn't realized how loud it was because as you looked up everyone in the lecture hall was staring up at you and the mystery boy. This caused the both of you to laugh, luckily the lesson ended just as the both of you had calmed down from laughing and you walked out together.

“My names Warren by the way.”

“Y/n.” You said smiling.

And that was how you and Warren became friends.

Fast forward to now. Two years later.

You, Warren and Spencer were in the car on the way to a party. You were the designated driver as you knew both Warren and Spencer were planning on getting high and probably drinking a lot of alcohol.

The three of you reached the party and you could hear the music blasting from inside the house. There were people all over the front lawn, making out, chugging different types of alcohol or people that were simply passed out.

You all made your way inside the house and walked towards the kitchen area. As the boys grabbed cups you spotted a few of your friends across the room and wanted to go say hi to them.

You tugged on Warren’s shirt as the music was too loud for him to hear you.

Once he noticed he leant down to try and hear you better, as he did this one of his arms wrapped around the small of your back. The action made the blood in your face rush towards your cheeks. You had no idea why you were getting so flustered; this was something Warren regularly did. Maybe it had something to do with the way he was looking down at you or the fact that you were head over heels in love with him, who knows?

“I’m gonna go say hi to a few of my friends real quick, okay?”

“Okay cool just don’t disappear for too long.” He said patting your back as you smiled up at him.

You pulled away from him and made your way to your other friends.

You talked to them for a little while before making your way back to Warren and Spencer. Once you reached the spot the three of you were in before, you spotted the two boys downing shots and cheering at the top of their lungs for God knows what. A few people had gathered around them, so you made your way through them to get to Warren. Once Warren’s eyes caught sight of you, a huge smile had plastered itself onto his face.

“Heyyyy Y/n where were you?” He said slurring a few of his words. Clearly that shot was not their first. You looked over at Spencer and he was just standing there smiling, clearly buzzed.

“You okay Spence?”

He never gave you an answer, just a wonky smile and a thumbs up.

Before you could even say anything further to Spencer, Warren had slumped his body on top of yours.

“Warren please get off of me, you're way too heavy sorry.” You said, holding the boy in your arms.

“Y/nnnnn I’m hungry could you pleaseeee make me a grilled cheese sandwich, please please please pleaseeee.”

“Warren, I can’t make you a grilled cheese sandwich just-” but before you could even finish your sentence, he was at the kitchen counter taking shots with spencer and a few other people.

You took this as your opportunity to quickly use the bathroom, not thinking you’d be gone for too long.

And you weren't. Once you were done you made your way downstairs but was quickly pulled to the side by one of your girl friends. She pulled you towards the rest of the group and the conversation quickly started up. The girls and you had been talking for so long you completely forgot you were supposed to go back to the two boys you were basically looking after. You pulled your phone from out your jacket pocket and checked the time. It was nearing 4am. You hadn't realized how long you had been away, so you quickly bid your goodbyes to your friends and made your way to the spot you last saw the boys and as expected they weren't there.

You quickly searched around the bottom floor of the house and spotted Spencer asleep on one of the couches in the living room. You made your way towards him and lightly tapped his cheek trying to get him to wake up. His eyes slowly fluttered open.

“Hey Spencer, no-no stay awake for me, okay? Now do you know where Warren is?”

He let out a bunch of words none of them making sense and then closed his eyes again. You realized you weren't going to get any answers from Spencer, so you lightly slapped him across the cheek and slung his arm around your neck, trying to get him up from the couch. You slowly but surely got him up and made your way towards your car. You put Spencer in the back seat and then quickly locked the car and made your way inside the house again to look for Warren.

You had decided to check upstairs and once you reached the second bathroom; you walked in on a guy and a girl making out. Before you could close the door, they turned towards you, and you realized that the guy was Warren. It felt almost as if your heart had sunken to your stomach, so you quickly exited the bathroom muttering a quiet ‘sorry’. You could feel the tears brimming at your eyes but quickly made sure they weren't visible when you heard Warren’s voice calling after you.

You turned towards him and plastered on a fake smile.

“Sorry for interrupting but I just wanted to come find you since it’s getting really late, Spencer already in the car but if you’re gonna stay here that's cool just needed to come find you.”

“Oh, hey no I’m still coming home with you let me just tell her I’m not coming back.” he said slurring a few of his words once again.

You just smiled and watched as he made his way towards the bathroom again.

Once he was inside you heard the girl shout something along the lines of ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ and then Warren quickly slipped out. As he was making his way towards you the girl stepped out of the bathroom and gave you the dirtiest look you have ever gotten since fucking high school. You reciprocated the dirty look as well as moving your hands in a jerking off motion and then eventually flipping the bird. She rolled her eyes and made her way into one of the rooms.

You and Warren made your way to your car in silence and once you reached it you both got in without saying a word. You looked to the backseat to check up on Spencer and he was still fast asleep.

As you were making your way towards your apartment Warren spoke up, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“Hey Y/n that-that girl and I aren't anything okay?”

“Warren, you don't need to explain yourself, that's your personal life, has nothing to do with me besides we’re just friends right so no need to explain anything.”

He opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it and just sat back.

It had been a few days since that night and truth be told you had been avoiding Warren trying to clear your head and deal- suppress-with your feelings alone.

Warren on the other hand was going nuts. Since the two of you had met, there had not been one day where you didn't talk and since the night of the party you and Warren hadn't spoken for two days. He had called Spencer so many times trying to figure out why you two weren't talking. Usually, he didn't care when someone was mad at him or ignoring him, but it was different with you. His heart couldn't stand you being mad at him, it absolutely broke him.

Suddenly Warren had found himself in front of your door frantically knocking on it.

You quickly made your way towards the door and once you saw who was behind it your heart dropped once again.

“Can I come in?”

“Yea of course.” you said not really wanting to deal with all of this right now.

“Look Y/n are we okay? I just- it feels like you’re mad at me and I’m sorry for whatever it is I’ve done, and I promise I’ll make it up to you just please talk to me!” he said grabbing ahold of your hands.

You truly felt like shit. The last thing you wanted was to make him feel as if he had done something wrong.

“Warren, you didn't do anything wrong I just needed some space to deal with my emotions and shit I was just getting into my head too much.” you said playing with your fingers knowing you weren’t telling the whole truth.

“Bullshit! You’re lying and do not even try and spin me another shit story just tell me the fucking truth! Please.”

The corners of your eyes stung as tears brimmed them.

“I’m not lying Warren I-”

“Stop it, just stop it. I know you’re lying because you do this thing with your hands when you’re lying and you’re doing it right fucking now!”

He was right. It was an awful habit of yours. When you were younger you could never lie to your mother as she’d immediately see you playing with your fingers, and she’d know that you were lying.

“FUCK IT! You wanna hear the truth, Warren? Well, here it is. I LIKE YOU! So, fucking much and seeing you with that blonde chick the other night hurt so fucking much but I couldn't even be hurt because we were never anything and I felt so fuckin’ stupid I just needed to be alone. So there that's all of it you happy now???”

You hadn’t realized how much of a relief it was to finally get that off your chest.

You looked towards Warren wiping a tear that had managed to escape. He just stood there and next thing you know he was smiling and laughing.

You felt yourself grow angry; you were confessing your feelings to him, and he was just standing there laughing? What the fuck?

“Oh, of course this is funny to you. Seriously fuck you, Warren.”

You turned around and was making your way to your room when Warren grabbed your arms and brought you flush against his chest. Before you could even protest against him, he smashed his lips against yours.

Your eyes widened and before you could get lost in the kiss you pulled away and pushed against his chest.

“What the fuck Warren? Why-”

“God Y/n I have liked you since the first time I layed eyes on you, which wasn’t in that lecture hall. It was when I saw you leaving campus like a few days before and I immediately thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. That’s why I decided to sit next to you that day when I came late. I needed to get to know you and once I did, I realized you were as beautiful on the inside as you were out and I told myself even if I can’t be with you in the way I wanted to, I at least wanted to be your friend.”

Your eyes widened in surprise; you were speechless. You had never ever heard Warren speak like that before, about anyone.

“And all those other girls meant nothing to me, they were a mere distraction so I could focus less on my unreciprocated feelings for you.”

You just found yourself standing there and all you could do was laugh.

You couldn't believe how dumb the two of you were.

Warren began to laugh with you and before you knew it you were moving closer to him and leaning into his chest.

Once he calmed down, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your head slowly making your head look up at his.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you and being so blind to all of this.”

“And I’m sorry for not making my hints more obvious. I Like you a lot Y/n, more than I like weed.”

You laughed at his statement before he leant down to press another kiss on your lips.

The two of you spent the rest of the day content in each other's arms, watching movies, cuddling and making out. Making out quite a lot. :)

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a/n: I did not mean to make it this long lmao, but I got carries away! Let me know what you think about it and leave some requests if you have. I’m probably going to be writing for most of Evan’s characters too so yea and if you guys want to be added to a tag list for these fics just let me know below.

Thanks for reading <3

#Warren Lipka #warren lipka smut #warren lipka fanfic #evan peters fanfic #american animals #ahs #evan peters #evan peters smut #american horror story #warren lipka is so hot #fluff #a little bit of angst #friends to lovers

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fear-is-truth · 3 months

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KAI ANDERSON

ꜰᴇᴀʀ ɪꜱ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴄʏ. ɪᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ᴠᴀʟᴜᴇ.

friendly reminder: ꗃ = nsfw. please do not interact with those fics if you aren’t 18+ ! reblogs, comments + feedback are adored.

now playing: ultraviolence by lana del rey

3:21 ────────●─ -0:49

SERIES.

living hell | 1. … | prison!kai x psychologist!reader. ꗃ

love the way you lie | 1.

revolution, revenge, revolver ꗃ | home invasion + gunplay

ONESHOTS.

with the lights out ꗃ | somno

sweet punishments ꗃ | cockwarming + edging

tempter, or the tempted? ꗃ | exhibitionsm

bad liar ꗃ | hate sex

remission ꗃ | piss

tag, you’re it ꗃ | scare actor! reader x kai

wicked games ꗃ | thigh riding

dangerous girl ꗃ

tear you apart ꗃ

loving him was never enough | angsty

things i wanna say to you ꗃ

one for the money, two for the show (+ warren lipka ꗃ

DRABBLES/IMAGINES/BLURBS.

violent delights ꗃ

plannin world domination | fluff

kai fucking your throat while talking on the phone ꗃ

sweet cravings | fluff

haunted | angst

HEADCANONS.

dating kai would include…

being kai’s manipulative girlfriend

jealous kai

smutty headcanons ꗃ

cuddling (+ pre-cult kai)

nsfw alphabet ꗃ

sfw headcanons

kai’s workout routine

kai helping you deal with school stress

PLAYLISTS.

divine ruler’s personal playlist

pov: you’re his jazz singer and he’s your cult leader

COMING SOON!!

living hell part 2

#ahs #ahs cult

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doll3tt33 · 5 months

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╰➜ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ┆idk just existing┆⊹ ࣪ ˖

she/her 𝜗𝜚 libra ☉ libra ☾ sag ↑ 𝜗𝜚 lives off of lana, c.ai, and the thought of kai anderson rearranging my insides

my most recent fic/hc! - my haunted lungs, ghost in the sheets ❥ colin zabel

everybody knows I’m a good girl, officer ❥ colin zabel

‘cause when you know you know ❥ colin zabel

my most recent c.ai bot! - gimme ‘em gold coins! ❥ stan bowes

I’d be the prom queen if crying was a contest ❥ peter maximoff

when I’m down on my knees, you’re how I pray ❥ kai anderson

Requests are open! ♡

Please make sure to read the rules here before requesting!!! ((for bots. picky for fics but might consider

a lil’ info:

• If you’re under 18, then it means this place isn’t for you and YA BETTER GET OFF MA PROPERTY!! On a fr note, please do not interact if you’re a minor.

• characters I’m sorta confident I won’t mess up with (aka characters you can request for): Kai Anderson, Tate Langdon, Austin Sommers, Kyle Spencer, Kit Walker, Colin Zabel, Peter Maximoff, Stan Bowes, Luke Cooper, Charles Decker.

• characters I’m not so confident with right now: James Patrick March, Jimmy Darling, Warren Lipka, Mr. Gallant.

I’ll need a rewatch to get a better grasp of their character so they won’t be ooc, but I’ll make them available to request in the future!

• general requests are cool! but I really appreciate requests with a specific scenario/AU. This is a kink-friendly blog, so feel free to go wild!

• if you want me to tag you when I post a bot or a bot of your fav character, then lemme know by commenting down below!

Bots & fics masterlist below the cut!

all of the bots below have detailed defintions and descriptions, along with example messages! So dw, none of them are empty carcasses of an ai bot

angst/dark themes - ✮ sfw - ❀ (might lead to) nsfw - ✧

c.ai filter breaking tut: pt.1, pt.2

Kai Anderson:

𝜗𝜚 Fanfics:

Your faithless love’s the only hoax I believe in. ✮

𝜗𝜚 Headcanons:

Kai Anderson SFW headcanons ❀

𝜗𝜚 AI bots:

Being in a toxic relationship with Kai (based off the song ‘Ultraviolence’) ✮

Kai breaking into your home for revenge ✮/✧

Visiting spiritual counselor!Kai to seek guidance ✮/❀

Kai coming up to you at a bookstore ❀

Kai “accidentally” spilling his coffee all over you ❀

⇢ I recommend the bookstore one over the coffee one if u r looking for a standard Kai bot to use, cuz the former’s settings are improved ((but like the coffee one’s still aight ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Colin Zabel:

𝜗𝜚 Fanfics:

Everybody knows I’m a good girl, officer ✧

My haunted lungs, ghost in the sheets ✧

‘Cause when you know you know ❀

𝜗𝜚 AI bots:

Having your first session with therapist!Colin ❀

Professor!Colin teaching you on your first day of college ❀

Peter Maximoff:

Peter challenging you to Pac-Man at the arcade ❀

Chilling with Peter in his room ❀

You’re both lonely on prom night so Peter invites you to join him ❀

Stan Bowes:

You’re the daughter of Stan’s boss and he has to pick you up from a party ❀

Having your first ever dinner with sugardaddy!Stan ❀

Interrupting Stan in the middle of work ❀

Austin Sommers:

paparazzi!Austin who won’t stop pestering you ❀

Kyle Spencer:

Frankenkyle showing up at your doorstep in the middle of the night ❀

You’re a new witch at the academy and you’re responsible for Frankenkyle ❀

Studying alone with frat!Kyle at the campus library ❀

frat!Kyle comes up to you at a college party on New Year’s Eve ❀

Tate Langdon:

Helping Tate after he gets bullied at school ❀

Tate walking in on you playing a ritual game ❀

Dealing with an emotionally unstable Tate after your break up (based off the song ‘Meant to Be Yours’ from Heathers: The Musical) ✮

Kit Walker:

singledad!Kit hiring you as a babysitter ❀

Kit taking all the blame for you at the asylum ✮

bartender!Kit serving you a free drink ❀

Getting steamy with husband!Kit in the kitchen ✧

Luke Cooper:

Luke getting everyone’s coffee orders wrong but yours ❀

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evanpeterswhoresblog · 10 months

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Master List

evan peters + his characters

Tate Langdon:

A Cruel Punishment smut

A Different Kind of High smut

His Obsession angst/ mild smut

Lovefool angst/ smut

Kit Walker:

Love in the Darkness smut also kinda fluff

Hell on Earth angst

Kyle Spencer:

none yet

Jimmy Darling:

none yet

James Patrick March:

none yet

Kai Anderson:

none yet

Luke Cooper:

Office Secrets smut

Max Cooperman:

Old Friends (1) (2) smut

Alex (adult world):

The Late Shift smut

Quicksilver:

none yet

Warren Lipka:

Behind the Crime smut

Evan Peters:

none yet

~~~

marauders

Sirius Black:

Cherry Bomb smut

Linger smut

James Potter:

Cherry Bomb (pt. 2) smut

Guilty as Sin? smut?

Fresh Out The Slammer (part two of Guilty as Sin) smut

Remus Lupin:

Cherry Bomb (pt. 3) smut

Innocence (pt. 1) (pt.2) smut

Guilty as Sin? smut?

Regulus Black:

none yet

~~~

other characters + people

Ethan Landry :

none yet

Coriolanus Snow:

none yet

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wh1sper-to-a-scream · 1 month

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~ Evan Peters Masterlist ~

requests: OPEN

moodboard requests: OPEN

scream masterlist HERE

°• tate langdon •°

season of the witch (coming soon)

•° kit walker °•

you said you'd never leave (angst)

°• kyle spencer •°

spooky little girl like you (coming soon)

•° jimmy darling °•

what a sight for sore eyes (angst)

°• james patrick march •°

nothing... yet

•° kai anderson °•

need your love so bad (coming soon)

°• austin sommers •°

nothing... yet

•° peter maximoff °•

nothing... yet

°• warren lipka •°

nothing... yet

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

°• moodboards •°

austin sommers x siren!reader

james march x dancer!reader

jimmy darling x contortionist!reader

kai anderson x hippie!reader

kit walker x psychologist!reader

kyle spencer x reader

peter maximoff x necromancer!reader

tate langdon x witch!reader

warren lipka x reader (in the 1940s)

•° headcanons °•

jimmy darling boyfriend headcanons

kai anderson x hippie!reader headcanons

kyle spencer boyfriend headcanons (coming soon)

peter maximoff boyfriend headcanons

tate langdon boyfriend headcanons

#ahs #american horror story #evan peters #evan peters x reader #tate langdon #tate langdon x reader #kit walker #kit walker x reader #kyle spencer #kyle spencer x reader #jimmy darling x reader #james march x reader #kai anderson x reader #warren lipka x reader #peter maximoff x reader

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thenbecauseggoes · 9 months

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🎧♱★ evan peters masterlist★♱🎧

ー𖤍 Tate Langdon

✮ tired (angst)

✮ come as you are (smut)

ー𖤍 Kit Walker

ー𖤍 Kyle Spencer

ー𖤍 James Patrick March

ー𖤍 Jimmy Darling

ー𖤍 Warren Lipka

ー𖤍 Evan Peters

✮ the party & the after party (smut)

✮ coffee shop (smut)

✮ jealous guy (smut)

✮ all i need to hear (smut)

ー𖤍 Colin Zabel

✮ dancing with our hands tied (smut)

✮ the beach (smut)

↳ ★ ☆ 🎧☾ I will write for pretty much every evan character!

✮ my requests are open!

✮ taglist

#evan peters x reader #evan peters #ahs fandom

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briaroftheroses · 2 months

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Request Rules

I’m finally getting around to writing out my request rules! If you would like to request a fic, hc set, drabble, etc. please read over these rules before submitting. Please also check this post regularly as I will add things as I go.

Things I Will Write For

Fem/GN reader, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, dark themes/fics, praise, degradation, use of strap ons, p in v, creampies, throat fucking, both m and f receiving oral, multiple characters in one fic, choking, impact play, mild pain play, bondage (nothing with legs being restrained though), d/s dynamics, BDSM, dub-con/non-con, piss, boot play/worship.

Things I Will Not Write For

Male reader, character x character with no reader, beastiality, pedophilia, scat, underage characters, heavy blood play, non-canon character death (except for in the case of things like murder house and hotel in which they would become a ghost), gore, real-life people (such as actors), even though I might write for dom reader please do not request it.

If there’s anything not mentioned here, feel free to ask before making a request.

Characters I Write For

Evan Peters

Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Austin Sommers, Peter Maximoff, Warren Lipka, Luke Cooper, feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here (please no spoilers for any season of AHS after Freak Show as I haven’t finished the show yet)

AHS

Vivien Harmon, Violet Harmon (platonically), Billie Dean Howard (only in Murder House currently), Alma Walker, Lana Winters, Sister Mary Eunice McKee, Zoe Benson, Marie Laveau, Madison Montgomery (depending on the request), Cordelia Foxx/Goode, Misty Day, Fiona Goode, young!Fiona Goode, Amazon Eve, Desiree Dupree, Dandy Mott, The Countess, Sally McKenna (please no spoilers for Hotel in any requests as I haven’t finished it yet).

Matthew Gray Gubler

Spencer Reid, Chip Taylor, Thorn (King Knight), Raymond (Suburban Gothic), Wes (Dollface), Paul ((500) Days of Summer), feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

Criminal Minds

Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jareau, Elle Greenaway, Cat Adams, feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

WWE

Rhea Ripley, Dominik Mysterio, TJD (only if including Rhea), Liv Morgan, Becky Lynch.

this list will be updated regularly as i watch more shows/movies/seasons of ahs, so feel free to check regularly :) also feel free to ask about characters not listed, but there is no guarantee i will write for them.

#briars navigation #request rules

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marchsfreakshow · 7 months

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Duckies Rules

My main rules for fic writing/requests;

1) I WILL NOT WRITE; Incest, illegal age gaps, bodily fluids other than blood and come, Pregnancy, other illegal things.

2) I will write; bdsm smut, regular smut, fluff, really fluff fluff, angst, maybe a bit of whump, hurt/comfort.

3) characters I will not write for just yet; (Evan Peters) Warren Lipka, Stan Bowes. (GTA V) literally any of the other characters in GTA V. (Outer Banks) Rafe Cameron, Pope Heyward, Kiara, Sarah, Topper.

4) Request info; tell me who, what type of fic, (smut, fluff anything else) details of plot.

Fandoms/characters I currently write for:

American Horror Story/Evan Peters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer (including Frankenkyle), Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Dandy Mott, Kai Anderson, Colin Zabel, Peter Maximoff.

GTA V: Michael De Santa, Trevor Phillips, Franklin Clinton.

Outer Banks: John B, JJ Maybank.

Thank you for reading this small list of rules I have. This will probably be updated as I go along. 💜

#texty #ahs #evan peters #american horror story #texty post #ahs fic #rules #should probably have this #Fic rules

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melonbellys · 10 months

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current writing list:

- kit walker angst (requested by anon ! its coming, i promise… just not yet)

- tate langdon stargazing, he cant keep his hands off of you.

- getting high with warren lipka cuz god he‘s so 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫

#tate langdon #warren lipka #kit walker #hang in there guys !!!#tate langdon smut #warren lipka smut #kit walker fic

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evan4ever · 1 year

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Vegas, baby

Part 8 — part 7 here

Warnings: talk of drugs/addiction/orphan/foster care. Pregnancy. Pregnancy complications, hospital/surgery

a/n: this was kind of a short chapter compared to the others but the next will be longer!

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You had successfully made yourself at home just as Evan had encouraged. You managed to put your clothes away in the dressers your room had, you set up your few pictures and different accessories and collectibles you had. Evan had carried in the few heavy items and set them aside since you had no use for them currently, making sure they were out of your way. He had been really helpful but stepped back to allow you the space you needed to settle yourself in.

You pulled the fitted sheet up over the bed and tucked it in nice before walking to the end, tucking those two in as well. The bed had sheets in when you arrived, but you had pulled them and washed them wanting them completely clean before sleeping in them, not that you didn’t believe Evan was clean and probably washed them, but overall feeling better sleeping in newly washed sheets.

After tucking in the bottom corners, you made your way around the the other side only needing to tuck the last corner in. As soon as you grabbed the sheet and bent over to tuck it, you were struck with a shooting pain throughout your abdomen and into your back, radiating down your legs. You quickly sucked in a sharp breath, grasping your large bump tightly and standing bent over waiting for the pain to ease. It took a few minutes, but soon you felt the muscles relax and the pain diminish. It was a new pain, not the usual cramps you seem to get at night or after walking long distances. It concerned you for sure, but thinking to yourself, you decided to brush it off as maybe a pinched nerve or some other weird pregnancy pain all women get.

You quickly finished tucking in the sheets tightly before throwing the comforter on and straightening it out, tucking the bottom tightly and laying it neatly over the bed. You tossed the pillows on top and sighed proudly to yourself as you looked over your work. You were rather peculiar about your sheets and blankets — everything had to be tucked tightly and straightened perfectly. The comforter had to be tucked so your feet felt safe and secure underneath. You always made your bed in the morning ultimately feeling like the simple task made your day better. It felt responsible and put together.

You hadn’t seen Evan since the day before when you arrived, sharing his first time feeling your guys baby and the small moment you both had. You had ended up crashing on the sofa, again feeling the need to clean your sheets before being a huge thing for you, and then getting up and unpacking your belongings the next morning while he, you assumed, was working.

It was early afternoon, about 2 pm, and you were finally pleased with your room and figured you’d make yourself a late lunch. Unsure where Evan was and not wanting to disturb him, you were quiet in making your way to the large kitchen where you had found some rotisserie chicken on the stove, still warm, and decided it would do the job. You washed your hands and dried them before pulling a few good chunks of meat from the bones and placing them on a plate, moving over to the island chairs and seating yourself before diving in.

You took the time to analyze everything in the area, looking over the beautiful wooded trim and scanning over the large windows that shared a beautiful view of the sunny day. You still hadn’t completely grasped the fact that you were in LA, that this was your new home. This weather wasn’t like that in your hometown. The palm trees would instead be pine trees and the cloudless sunny sky would instead be a sky full of clouds hiding the sun that would bring multiple small episodes of rain. It was usually chilly, almost always jacket weather. Here, jackets were nonexistent it seemed. To think that you could go dive into a pool at 2 in the morning and it would still be hot out was mind blowing. But it was new and it was exciting.

“Hey” a sudden voice snapped you out of your gaze causing you to drop the piece of meat that was between your fingers, your eyes quickly turning to who had just greeted you. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” Evan apologized seeing your surprised reaction. You blinked a few times before shaking your head, letting out an awkward laugh.

“No you’re… you’re fine. Sorry. I’m not used to living with anyone so, I forget I’m not alone sometimes.” You admitted, picking up the piece of meat you previously were working on and popping it into your mouth.

“Yeah no.. that’s understandable.” He nodded, opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water out before peaking back at you. “Would you like one?”

You glanced up at him seeing the bottle of water and nodded, smiling appreciatively when he handed you one before grabbing himself one and making his way over to the island where you were sat, leaning against it. “Thank you” you said quietly before taking a drink.

“Yeah, sure thing.” He gave you a tight lipped smile and quick nod. The room immediately filled up with silence, neither of you really knowing what to say or talk about. Your mind raced with questions you could ask or statements you could make, anything to fill the awkwardness.

“This is a really beautiful home.” You finally spoke, looking around the room again like you hadn’t just done it three times before. He looked over the area and sighed.

“Yeah, thank you. It’s definitely something” he chuckled. You looked at him with slightly furrowed brows as his words weren’t what you were expecting. “It’s big, you know? It can get lonely sometimes.” He admitted and you completely understood what he meant. “I definitely like the thought of having someone here. It’s comforting, I suppose.”

“I agree. I’ve grown so used to being alone that it’s just weird thinking about not being alone.” You laughed lightly along with him, finally feeling the awkward tension disappearing. “It’ll be nice having someone around.”

“Honestly.” He agreed. “Have you always lived alone?” He then asked, now looking at you with curious eyes. You immediately realized he was trying to get to know you, wanting to understand you and your past.

You swallowed hard as your mind fumbled with what you could say that didn’t seem so depressing or concerning. “I mean.. yeah I guess. I mean… I lived in, you know, I’m and out of different foster parents homes for awhile.” You cleared your throat still trying to find the right words and feeling your cheeks heat up at your honesty. “But when I turned 18, I managed to… save up enough and got an apartment. I’ve been alone since. I have my best friend, Shayla, the one you heard in the video.. she visits often. And a few other friends. But it’s usually just me.” You pressed your lips together tightly, your eyes struggling to meet his in fear of judgment.

“So you were..”

“An orphan.” You finished for him, nodding. You noticed his face drop slightly and really, you didn’t want to be talking about this with anyone but, he brought you into his home so the least you could do was let him get to know you. And who knows, maybe talking about these things was really as good as they all say. You’ve never shared your life story with anyone. But you couldn’t deny that it simply felt right sharing it with him.

“I’m so sorry.” His eyebrows pushed together tightly, his face sharing sympathy towards you. “How old were you?”

“6.” You gave him a small smile even when his face dropped more. “Drugs.” You nodded, deciding you might as well be blunt. “They do that to ya.”

“I can’t even imagine your pain.” He noted quietly. You appreciated his sympathy, it was just so weird talking about it. “Do you remember much?”

“Not really. Not when it comes to my parents. I remember a lot of yelling and a lot of terrible smells. I remember being embarrassed like… all the time.” You chuckled before popping another piece of tender chicken in your mouth.

Evan’s face was unreadable at you words and you quickly readjusted your stance worried you were making him uncomfortable. “Sorry.. I don’t mean to be so uncaring over it. It’s just my thing, I guess. Like, it happened, you know? You live and you learn what not to do. I try not to dwell. We really don’t have to talk about it if it makes you feel uncomfortable-“

“Not at all.” He interrupted, reaching out and placing his hand over yours. Your eyes scanned over the contact, feeling the warmth spread through your entire body from it before looking up to meet his kind eyes. “I think talking about it is great. You can always talk about it with me.”

You only gazed into his honest eyes at a loss of words. It wasn’t something you were used to, no one ever seemed too interested in talking about pasts with you. And you loved being deep, talking about all the uncomfortable things in the world. You just never had anyone to talk about them with.

“I’m not familiar with addiction through my family, but you see it a lot in the industry I’m in. So I know enough to know how hard it must be on a child.” He gave your hand a small squeeze, only able to smile weakly at his words. It’s true. Addiction is awful, and having lived through it with parents who were addicts, you firmly believed it was one of the most selfish things you could get yourself into. It’s painful and unfair.

“I try to give them grace, you know? I don’t think any parent, any person, wants to be an addict. It’s just hard to see where they come from when addiction is what took them away from me and put me in countless homes that were never actually homes.” He nodded at your words, acknowledging your feelings. Your chest felt heavy at the emotions that were coming to surface that almost never managed to before.

You quickly shook your head, retrieving your hand from under his to wipe the stray tear that escaped. You choked out a laugh and stood from your seat, grabbing ahold of the plate. “Yeah sorry for all that really I’m not sure why I had to dove in like that I don’t usually talk about it wi-“

You cokes in a gasp as another sharp pain radiates throughout your waist down causing you to hunch forward and drop the plate, your arm wrapping around your bump again tightly while the other quickly gripped the counter for stability so you wouldn’t fall. This time the pain was much worse and was lasting longer, you couldn’t even focus on your surrounding, only on what was happening and trying not to fall. You didn’t even feel Evans hands that were on your shoulders as he stood next to your confused and worried.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening are you in pain? What is it?” You heard him ask, his voice sounding like a train horn from off in the distance. Your mind was racing knowing something was wrong but you weren’t sure what, and all you knew was it hurt and it wasn’t ending.

“I don’t know..” you squeaked out as more sharp pain radiates into your back. “It happened earlier.. but it’s not going away” tears began looking in your eyes having never felt such a pain like this.

“We should get you to the hospital?” He said in more of a question than a statement. He didn’t understand how pregnancy worked and he didn’t want to be naive. “Let me take you, please.”

You finally managed to look at him through blurred tear-filled eyes, his face pleading for you to accept his request. You could only manage to nod in approval knowing at this point with only a few days until you were due that this shouldn’t happen.

Was it labor? Were you in labor? This didn’t seem right. Everything about labor pains you’ve read stated that it was a dull kind of pain that grew worse in time. This was sudden and it was excruciating. But, maybe?

Evan quickly wrapped one of your arms over his shoulders, wrapping his arm around you so he could practically carry you to his car. He helped you in and helped you buckle all while you clutched your stomach tightly desperate for some kind of relief but receiving none. You rested your head against the headrest while he made his way into the drivers seat and wasted no time in backing out and making a straight shot to the hospital.

You quickly grew worried that you were being an inconvenience, as if it were your fault. That on top of the worry you felt, you couldn’t help but begin crying.

“Hey.. hey it’s okay. Everything will be fine.” You heard him attempt to reassure you, but instead of thanking him you began to laugh through your sobs. He glanced over at you with a concerned expression, wondering what was happening.

“I’m .. im sorry. It’s not funny! Really. I’m just… I’m sorry? I feel like I need to say sorry.” You stuttered out through uncontrolled laughs, something you did when you were nervous. “It’s not funny, I swear.”

“Why are you apologizing? Please don’t apologize for being in pain, y/n.” His voice was serious now and you looked over to him and shrugged.

“What if it’s nothing?”

“Then it’s nothing and we can go home knowing we were careful.” He reassured again. It made sense. It was something else you’d read on all those pregnancy tip sites and Tik Toks — it never hurts to double check if something is wrong. It’s better to be safe than sorry.

He glanced over at you meeting your eyes with his that held sincerity. He quickly took in your tear stained cheeks and it pulled at his heart a bit to know that in a time of your pain, you were so worried about being an inconvenience to him. It hurt him that something or someone had made you feel like this. He could tell you were in a great amount of pain and it only made him want to drive faster, not to mention the worry he felt that something could be wrong with the baby.

This was a new worry that neither of you felt before.

No other words were exchanged, but Evan found your hand and held it tightly the rest of the drive to the hospital, giving you reassuring and comforting squeezes here and there. You only took the rest of the time to focus on your breathing in hopes that it would do something, anything, for the pain.

Doctors were quick to admitting you when you arrived and Evan told them what was happening. With their urgency, you realized it was in fact something you should’ve taken seriously and you were grateful Evan did. If you’d been alone, you probably would’ve waved it off as something minor.

Though no one was telling you anything. They connected you and your stomach to multiple monitors and within minutes you were given an IV and taken away from Evan who was directed to the waiting room while you were wheeled back to an unknown nurse and doctor filled room.

You looked around worriedly, your eyes scanning over the multiple people and the things they were doing. It was obvious that they were getting ready to operate, your head finally realizing you were in an operating room.

“What’s going on? Can someone please talk to me?” You begged as people circled around you and different fluids were put into your IV bag. No one seemed to hear you, no one acknowledging you anyway and it only made you angry. “Hello?! Please can someone tell me what is happening?”

A doctor finally sat next to you so he was eye level with you while the rest of the medical team continued readying themselves for whatever it was they were about to do. You looked at the man desperately for answers and his facial expression held that of empathy, maybe even a tint of sorrow. “Is my baby okay?” You whispered out now feeling like something was really, really wrong.

“Miss y/l/n, you are suffering from what is called a placental abruption. We are prepping for an emergency c section. We have to remove your baby as soon as possible.” Your eyebrows narrowed deeply as his words repeated through your mind. You had read about this as well. But it’s not something you thought would actually happen. He was kind and careful with you, but your heart was beating so fast you felt like it would give out at any moment.

“Is he going to survive?”

“Your placenta has abrupt and it’s compromising your baby’s life. We have to take him now to ensure that he will. But he is very close to his due date, so everything should be fine. It’s very possible that there could be internal bleeding. My nurse here is going to put you under so we can move forward with the surgery. You’ll be taken to a post op room after and we will go from there okay?” You shook your head not feeling satisfied with the answer, not ready ti go under yet.

“My… my.. my baby’s dad. He’s out there you need to tell him what’s going on, please?”

“We will update him as soon as we can. I need you to breathe deep when I place this over you okay?” You looked up to meet a nurses eyes as she held the gas mask above your nose and mouth. You wanted to say more, but wasn’t given the chance when it was placed onto your face and you had no choice but to breathe in the gas. Your eyes continued flickering over the chaos that was happening around you while your thoughts filled with all the negative outcome possibilities. Your eyes got heavier by the second and you tried to fight it, but of no use.

Your eyelids began closing and opening just enough to see the blurred pictures of moving bodies and your ears were filled with the loud voices around you, but no longer able to comprehend what was being said or going on. Your last thought — what if you don’t wake up?

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Make Love to Me

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Razor Sharp

Humiliated Man

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All Part of My Plan

So Easy

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Obey by my Rules

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I Hate You

Warren Lipka x Fem Reader

Warnings: smut (intercourse), angst.

part 2

You and Warren had a little situation going on. The two of you had agreed to be fuck buddies, no strings attached, no feelings, nothing. The two of you also agreed that you would be each others only fuck buddies so in a way you and Warren were in a relationship just without the actual label.

“Fuck Warren.” You said as you felt him thrust into you from behind, hands gripping your hips, his nails making crescent indents into the soft skin there.

“Almost there baby.” He said as he brought his hand to the front of your neck, wrapping his large, veiny hand around your throat, bringing you flush against his chest.

Your body shook with every thrust Warren made into your sopping cunt. Your head fell against his shoulder, eyes closing in absolute bliss as you felt him reach forward and toy with your clit.

“Warren, mhm please. I’m gonna cum.” You said as you felt your eyes rolling towards the back of your head. His hand worked faster on your clit, going in sync with his long, deep thrusts.

“Cum for me baby, give me everything.” That was all that he needed to say. You felt your body tingle as you released, your body going limp.

“Fuckkk.” Warren said as he felt your cunt clench around his cock, his release soon coming after. You felt his load shoot deep inside you and he soon began drilling his cum into your hole.

The two of you were spent, Warren’s cum seeping out of your abused hole. You both fell forward, you being crushed by Warren’s weight as he pressed sweet kisses to the exposed skin on your neck. You smiled at the action, turning your face towards him and placing a kiss onto his lips.

Warren treated you better than anyone had ever treated you in the past. You were falling for him and you were falling hard. One of your favourite things about having sex with Warren was the way he would treat you after. With other hook up’s in the past, guys would just get up and leave as soon as they had finished but Warren was different.

He would make sure you’d finish and after your activities the two of you would cuddle and watch movies together, order some food and even take a shower together too. He’d stay the entire night and sometimes even stay the entire weekend. No wonder you felt yourself developing feelings for him.

You had soon fallen asleep, your arm draped across Warren’s chest. He often caught himself staring at you while you slept, not in a weird way but he just couldn’t pull his eyes off of you. You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. You slightly twitched in your sleep-disrupting his thoughts- this had caused you you to tighten your grip around him. Warren smiled at the action, lifting his hand to caress the apples of your cheeks.

This was when he realised he had fucked up. He promised himself and you that there would be no strings attached and here he caught himself, absolutely smitten by you. You were just the perfect girl for him, but he was scared, scared about opening up and revealing his feelings, scared that you’d realize that you deserve way better than him and leave him, so he did the first thing that came to mind.

He left.

He knew it was a shit move, considering he’d never done it before but he thought that by getting himself away from you as soon as possible would help the feelings go away as soon as possible.

The next morning you had woken up, the spot in which Warren used to be in was cold by now and at first you thought he might’ve been in the bathroom or in your kitchen but once you made your way around your apartment, calling out to him, you realized that he had left.

Your heart had sunken a little at the revelation, Warren had never done this and you were a little worried, surely there was a good reason he left and perhaps he’d texted you as to why.

So you quickly reached for your phone but was filled with disappointment when you saw absolutely no notifications from him.

Did you do something wrong? Was it your fault?

All of these thoughts whirred through your head as your back hit the sheets again, tears welling up in your eyes. Every time something like this happened to you, you had always thought it was your fault.

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Two weeks had passed since you and Warren last spoke, you were an absolute wreck. You hadn’t left the house at all, except for when you needed to go to classes but as soon as those were over, you went straight back to your apartment, slipped under the covers and slept the pain away. Your best friend was growing incredibly worried about you.

It was a Friday night and you had just finished a bit of work and slipped back under the covers, curling your legs and rubbing your socked feet together as you watched one of your comfort shows. Just as you were getting to a good part in the series, there was a knock on your front door.

You groaned at having to get up and out of your comfort spot, but you did it anyway and you were soon walking towards the door with heavy feet. Once you opened it, a small smile had etched it’s way onto your face as you saw your best friend standing in front of you.

She immediately pulled you into a hug, she knew everything about you and Warren and she promised herself that if she ever saw him in public ever again she would beat the living shit out of him for just leaving you without any explanation.

The two of you strode towards your bedroom, you plopping down onto your covers as your best friend stayed by your rooms door, leaning against the opening.

“C’mon Y/n, you need to get out of the house, for fuck sake’s you’ve been cooped up in here for two weeks straight, it is not healthy, and I know you’re hurt but you’ve gotta atleast try and get out and about.”

She had a point, all you did was mope around your apartment, you needed to get out but you just weren’t feeling up to it.

“I really want to Soph but I just- I don’t, I don’t really feel up to do anything to be honest.” You said as you picked at the skin around your nails, a habit you picked up whenever you felt anxious.

“I know babe but you need to try or else you’ll stay feeling like shit forever. Josh is throwing a party tonight and I really want you to go with me, get as drunk as you want I promise to stay sober and you can even crash at my place after. You deserve to get out a little!!” She said and reached for your hands and pulled you up from your spot.

“Fuck it, yeah let’s go.” You said as you smiled towards her. Sophie immediately wrapped her arms around you and the two of you jumped up and down, Sophie called this progress, she had been trying to get you out of the house for so long after the whole Warren situation and you finally agreed to go with her to a party.

You had put on a cute little dress and let your hair down. You felt good about tonight, pleased with yourself that you decided to take Sophie up on her offer and go with her to the party.

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The two of you soon arrived to the party, you could hear music blaring from the inside. The two of you got out of Sophie’s car and were soon making your way inside the house.

Upon entry you both were greeted by Sophie’s boyfriend and his friend, Josh.

Once the greetings were over, Sophie ushered you into the kitchen, immediately reaching for a bottle of vodka and pouring you a shot, getting water for herself as she was adamant on staying sober and helping you have a good time.

She had managed to make you take about 3 shots, your head buzzing as you laughed at a stupid joke she made. You reached for the cup of water in her hand, needing something to cool yourself down.

You brought the red cup up to your lips and once you took a huge gulp of the cold water and brought it back down, your eyes caught sight of Spencer. Your good mood had immediately vanished, knowing that if Spencer was somewhere, Warren was close by too.

You smiled towards Spencer and caught yourself scanning your eyes across the room, looking for the familiar head of brown curls, the same head of brown curls that had left you with no explanation and broke your heart.

Your eyes moved across the many people inside the house and you soon found him, lips locked in with some blonde chick. A wave of anger washed over you, here you were thinking that you had done something wrong, that you may have upset him in some way and here he was swapping spit with some other girl.

You couldn’t be there any longer and as soon as Warren pulled away from the girl, your eyes immediately locked.

He wasn’t expecting you to be here, he knew he had fucked up and considering you just saw him kissing someone he knew he had dug himself an even deeper hole.

You stormed for the door, adamant on getting out of there, you felt as if you couldn’t breathe and you needed to get some fresh air.

You found yourself outside finally, your feet treading quickly along the side walk, you weren’t sure where you were walking to but you just needed to get away from him.

You were finally starting to calm down, the wind blowing into your face had helped but your peace and tranquillity was soon interrupted by someone calling your name.

You turned around and was surprised by the sight before you, Warren had been following you this whole time.

“Y/n slow down please!.” He said as he finally caught up to you.

“What do you want?” You said, your expression cold as you stared at him.

“Can we just, can we please talk?” He said as he inched closer towards you.

You all but laughed at his question, he ignored you for two fucking weeks and now that you caught him snogging with some girl at a party he wanted to speak to you? Fuck off, you thought.

“Oh now you wanna talk? Fuck you Warren. You leave in the middle of the night without even saying anything and then continue to ignore my texts and calls for two fucking weeks and now you wanna talk? Screw you.” You said in disbelief; all of the emotions from the previous two weeks had flooded back into this moment and you found yourself realizing that you weren’t even sad anymore, you were just really fucking pissed.

“I know I fucked up and I’m sorry but please just, I’ll explain everything to you just give me a chance please baby, please.”

“What the fu- no. You can’t just treat me like shit and then expect me to just come running when you call. I’m not your god damn lap dog Warren. Look I get we said no strings attached but a simple, ‘I don’t wanna do this with you anymore’ would’ve been so much better than you just saying absolute zilch. So fuck you and leave me alone okay?” Your cheeks grew wet as a few tears ran down them; you tried once again to turn around and walk but Warren grabbed onto your arm and turned you to face him.

“I know, I know I’m a total dickhead but just let me fucking explain, please baby just let me explain.” He said as he grabbed ahold of your hands.

“What don’t you understand Warren, I don’t wanna talk to you. I’m going home okay.” You said as you pulled your hands away from him, crossing your arms across your chest.

“How the fuck are you getting home?”

“I’ll walk. Now fuck off.” You said as you wiped your tear stained cheeks.

“Nah, I’m not letting you walk, I’ll take you home, get in the car.” You looked towards him and soon realised that you were unknowingly just walking straight to Warren’s car.

You shook your head as you neared him, pushing him against the chest.

“What is not clicking inside your thick skull??? I don’t wanna talk to you and I certainly do not want to get into a fucking car with you!” You said as your index finger kept tapping on his temple.

“I know you don’t wanna talk to me but I’m not letting you walk alone at night, your apartments way too far and I won’t let anything happen to you so please get in my car.”

All you did was laugh at his words and continued walking.

“Get in the car baby please. He said as you kept walking.

“Suck my ass Warren.” You said as you let out a little laugh, you couldn’t believe him right now.

This had absolutely done it for Warren.

“GET IN THE FUCKING CAR Y/N PLEASE!” He yelled as his hand slammed down onto the hood of his car.

Your body flinched at his words, Warren had never yelled at you before and he sounded pretty fucking pissed right now, it kinda scared you.

You slowly turned around to face him, slowly moving towards the passenger side of his car, opening the door and sliding in as tears were streaming down your face.

“I fucking hate you Warren, I HATE YOU!”

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