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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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joshlmbrt · 25 days

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(i apologize for doing this three times, this will be the last time!)

TAGLIST!

i was debating hard on if i wanted to do this again because i feel like when i do tag people (even if they wanted to be on the taglist) that i annoy them - but, i want to start again since im adding FOUR new actors & their characters!

down below the cut, i will have each character named! all you have to do is comment a certain character - or even the actors name to be tagged in all - & i’ll be sure to add you on to bonuses, one shots, & drabbles!

↓ CHARACTERS!

JOE KEERY; steve harrington/dad!steve harrington/single dad!steve harrington walter ‘keys’ mckey kurt kunkle gator tillman/dad!gator tillman baron/dad!baron sean lockwood/dad!sean lockwood

PATRICK WILSON; josh lambert/possessed!josh lambert ed warren orm marius raoul de chagny ross humboldt walter stackhouse brian harper david

EVAN PETERS; james patrick march kit walker jimmy darling/dad!jimmy darling kai anderson warren lipka colin zabel/dad!colin zabel

JOSEPH QUINN; eddie munson/dad!eddie munson/truck driver!dad!eddie munson/kas!eddie munson/rockstar!eddie mybson michael

ty simpkins; dalton lambert/possessed!dalton lambert/barista!dalton lambert

matthew gray gubler; spencer reid/dad!spencer reid

shemar moore; derek morgan/dad!derek morgan

#steve harrington x reader #gator tillman x reader #kurt kunkle x reader #walter keys mckey x reader #eddie munson x reader #james patrick march x reader #kit walker x reader #jimmy darling x reader #kai anderson x reader #colin zabel x reader #warren lipka x reader #patrick wilson x reader #josh lambert x reader #dalton lambert x reader #spencer reid x reader #derek morgan x reader #ed warren x reader #orm marius x reader

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blackroseguzzi · 1 year

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MaStErLiSt

Warren Lipka Fanfiction:

Whoosah baby Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Colin Zabel x OFC Fanfiction

Jesus, etc. Part 1 Part 2 - on hold

Fate part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Core memory (Fate one shot)

Kai Anderson Fanfiction

Honey Kisses

Otherworldly Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Jealousy

Stars Aligned for us.

Show me

Pink blazers & world domination

Pre-Cult Kai Anderson Fanfiction

The Girl Next Door Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

#even peters #evan peters imagine #colin zabel #warren lipka x reader #warren lipka imagine #colin zabel fanfiction #kai anderson fanfiction #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson x you #ahs

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sadgirlbaby · 1 year

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ALL YOU HAVE TO KNOW 💋

INFO:

- STORIES

one shots (basically just smut/fluff one shots rn), facts & headcanons about a character, matchups

smut (“appropriate” smut, nsfw +18), fluffy

male and female characters (character x fem!reader only! I just feel more comfortable as a girl writing for a female reader).

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WRITING & TAKING REQUESTS ABOUT:

- THE CHARACTERS

American Horror Story:

Evan Peters

tate langdon

kit walker

kyle spencer

jimmy darling

james patrick march

rory monahan (coming soon)

kai anderson

austin sommers (coming soon)

+ Evan’s other characters

warren lipka (american animals) [coming soon]

peter maximoff / quicksilver (x-men, wandavision) [coming soon]

alex (adult world) [coming soon]

max cooperman (never break down) [coming soon]

Finn Wittrock

dandy mott (coming soon)

tristan duffy (coming soon)

harry gardner (coming soon)

Lady Gaga

elizabeth (the countess) [coming soon]

!! “coming soon” means that I haven’t written about them yet, but they’re available for requests !!

+ *REQUESTS ARE OPEN because I might also consider to write a story about other characters from ahs. just request me! feel free to ask me whatever you want <3

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LINKS:

Evan Peters:

a night with evan peters - evan peters x fem!reader

Tate Langdon:

tate langdon x fem!reader (facts & headcanons)

tate langdon x fem!reader (headcanons)

about a girl - tate langdon x fem!reader

sex with a ghost - tate langdon x fem!reader

family trip - tate langdon x fem!reader (part 1)

family trip - tate langdon x fem!reader (part 2)

having dinner at langdons’ - tate langdon x fem!reader (part 1)

having dinner at langdons’ - tate langdon x fem!reader (part 2)

the rubber man suit - tate langdon x fem!reader

Kit Walker:

kit walker x fem!reader (facts & headcanons)

the gas station - kit walker x fem!reader (part 1)

the gas station - kit walker x fem!reader (part 2)

busy day - kit walker x fem!reader

“daddy needs mommy too” - sub!kit x fem!reader

“your boyfriend won’t hear about this” - kit walker x fem!reader (part 1)

“your boyfriend won’t hear about this” - kit walker x fem!reader (part 2)

Kyle Spencer:

hide and seek - kyle spencer x fem!reader

from hell to heaven - kyle spencer x fem!reader

“I ︎♡︎ you” - kyle spencer x fem!reader

Jimmy Darling:

magic hands - jimmy darling x fem!reader

James Patrick March:

forever mine - james patrick march x fem!reader (part 1)

forever mine - james patrick march x fem!reader (part 2)

honeymoon sex - james patrick march x fem!reader

“will you be mrs march?” sub!james x dom!fem!reader

Kai Anderson:

the punishment - kai anderson x fem!reader

a kidnapper falling for his hostage - kai anderson x fem!reader

AHS Matchups:

sally mckenna x @voidsmind

tristan duffy x *anonymous

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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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tea-with-evan-and-me · 1 year

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To those who told me about soap2day ! Thank you so so much! I just watched American Animals with Evan as Warren Lipka in it!!! Such a good movie!!! Love stoner boy! Evan 😭😭🖤🖤 I also watched A Star is Born ! (Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper version) that one… HURT ME ! I bawled so hard, definitely worth watching at least once in your life. Please everyone give the movie a shot, warning if you’re like me the movie can be a bit hard especially if you’re sensitive. 🥺

aww i love that the recommendations were put to good use!

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 3 years

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300 Follower Celebration

AHHHHH I can’t believe I made it to 300 followers!!! Like it’s insane how fast this account is growing!!! I love you guys so much, it honestly means everything that y’all like and support my work!!!! Thank you guys for following me and for honestly being such amazing people!!! So to celebrate I thought I’d do a little sketch/ headcannon requests thing!

Deadline: I’ll be accepting sketch and headcannon requests from May 15th to May 22nd. You can send in requests from any time until May 22nd 12am cst.

Rules For Sketch Requests

1. Y’all can send me a sketch request for any character you want!

Like warren lipka, Colin Zabel, Peter Maximoff, Russell, Thor (really any marvel or Evan character goes, even any ahs characters, you can send in other characters but idk if I’ll know them or not. No original characters pls)

Some other shows/ movies I know that I’ll draw for are: friends, Brooklyn 99, Scott pilgram, feel free to send in any character and I’ll do my best!

2. You can ask me to sketch really anything! It can be a headshot, a meme redraw, any ideas you have, or if you have a favorite picture of a character or actor I can redraw it in my style

3. Most of the sketches will be well sketches. I’ll try my best to color them but if you send them them close to the deadline it may just be like messy art.

4. Be creative!

Rules For Headcannon Requests

1. You can send in headcannon requests for any of the following characters.

Any xmen character

Any marvel character

Peter Maximoff

Warren lipka

Charles (from safelight)

Cooper day

Luke Cooper

Colin Zabel

Warren Worthington

Russell (sleepover)

2. I won’t really write full on stories for the requests since I’m doing the sketch requests too. Most of them will be answered in the form of bullet points or like sections (y’all know how headcannons work) but if I really like them I might do one or two of them as a full one shot

3. Be creative!!!

Again thank y’all so much for supporting me and my work!! 💕💕

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therenlover · 3 years

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just wondering bc ur my fav blog!! but what fics do you have coming out soon ❤️

Totally anon!!!

So, this might be a little disappointing, and I am prepared to take that disappointment because I deserve it tbh, but starting after this morning I am taking a fun little one-week break. I just need time to regroup because I’ve been either sick or working tirelessly for like... almost a month now. So, I will be writing at my leisure this week and not publishing anything so that by next week I’ll have a good springboard to use to get into my new schedule! Now, that being said, here’s what I’m working on!

Today (I’m literally finishing and editing rn lol) I am coming out with the first part of my Young Artist! Zemo AU called The Boy With The Easel! It will be a collection of one-shots all set in the same universe following a general storyline of the reader meeting and falling in love with Zemo at college. It will be updating every other Sunday starting not next week, but the week after.

Next week, first we’ll get Late Night Jabs, a Warren Lipka fic for @whiiiiplaaaaash that I liTERALLY JUST HAVE TO FINISH BUT I’VE BEEN BUSY. It’ll come out either next Monday or Tuesday.

Then, next Wednesday, we will FINALLY get the next chapter of Till Forever Falls Apart (my Peter Maximoff x Reader series) which will continue to update every Wednesday till it’s finished!!! (Which will be a while, a couple months at least by my calculations)

At some point between next Thursday and Saturday I’ll try to get a Zemo oneshot out depending on how I’m feeling. I’m not sure though.

Then finally, next Sunday, I should be putting out the first chapter of my new Zemo x Reader Hanahaki Disease AU fic called By Any Other Name which will update every other Sunday just like the young artist AU.

I hope that clears things up, but I really do need a break and it’ll help me get all of those fics out. I’ll see you next week anon! (also, I'll still be around this week, just not posting fics)

#I am very sorry #but I am tired as fuck #jac rambles #jac talks about writing #fic schedule

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yes-divine-ruler · 10 months

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Off Limits - Warren Lipka, (Pre Cult) Kai Anderson

x fem!reader

content warning: threesome, vaginal sex, oral (warren and reader receiving), smoking weed, some sneaking around, not proofread bc i just wanna post it

word count: 3.7k

"I don't get what her problem is," Warren shrugged his broad shoulders at you as you tried to keep up with him on the sidewalk.

You'd caught the late bus home from the college library, and your best friend's older brother, and neighbour, had offered to walk you home. Warren happened to be leaving college the same time as you after an intense, sweaty hour and a half of soccer practice. When you'd bumped into him at the bus stop, Warren sparked conversation, having recognised you as the girl who is always at his house, but that he didn't quite know. You'd never taken the liberty in spending a lot of time with your best friend's family. Maybe it was because she was strict on the "don't date my brother" rule, and had kept you in hiding because of it.

"You must've done it in the past," it was your turn to shrug your shoulders, as you delve into the reason why you'd never formally met.

Warren let's out a loud laugh and claps his hands together for emphasis. You continue to walk silently beside him as he begins to explain himself.

"See, the girl she's talking about- I didn't even know they were friends. We bumped into each other at a party. She didn't even say anything and I know now that she knew exactly who I was!" Warren let's out a snort , "so if anything, that's my dear sister's fault for having friends that are horny for her brother."

You laugh along with him, trying not to make too much eye contact. It was weird enough that you were walking home with Warren; you didn't need to seem like you were just as bad as the girl that traumatised your best friend.

"Hey," Warren stops you as you arrive outside his house.

"My house is still a few doors down," you say with a small laugh, pointing your thumb in the direction of your house.

"Yeah I know, but I was wondering if you wanted to come inside? I got a friend with me, I think you'll like him. We're just gonna smoke up... if you're interested?" Warren's lips curl into a weary smile as he scratches the back of his head. You take a second to comprehend what he's asking, before you're thinking of how it might make your friend feel.

"Uh, I don't think your sister will like that," apart from the fact this was off limits, you were very intrigued to come inside and get to know your best friend's brother. He had already been so nice and it was easy to relax around him. He had a beguiling way of making people feel at ease.

"Pffft," Warren sways his hand dismissively, "she's not even here, she's staying the night at her boyfriend's place."

"Oh yeah," you mumble in agreement, realising now that any other excuse would make you look lame.

"Okay then," you nod to punctuate your sentence, lifting your gaze from your sneakers into Warren's dark, alluring eyes.

"Sick! We'll get in through the back," Warren guides you around to the corner of the house furtherest from the front yard. He stops short at a set of bulkhead doors, wrenching them open to reveal a flight of concrete stairs. You follow closely behind him as he ventures further and further down into the basement. You can't help but feel slightly nervous. You didn't want to seem inexperienced, or like you couldn't control yourself. A pungent, spunky aroma fills your nose once you're at the bottom of the stairs. A guy about your age sits on a tattered sofa in front of a TV, with a bong pressed tightly to his lips.

"This is Kai. Kai, say hello to Y/N," Kai leans back away from the bong, and blows out rings of smoke. You almost had to squint to see him through the thick, grey cloud he created.

"Hey," he offers a wave to you as he sets everything back down on the table. He had thick, chestnut hair that fell in his face. He was clothed in a white-t/flannel combo, and a pair of black jeans. He seemed like just the type of guy Warren would be friends with.

"Sit down Y/N," Warren takes a seat on the opposite side of the sofa to Kai, leaving only a spot in the middle. You clear your throat before you oblige and seat yourself between the two.

"So, what are you majoring in at college?" Kai asks you, a small smile playing at his lips as he awaits your response.

"Nothing too fancy," you smile back, "business and law."

"Fuck, that's cool," Kai lets out a dopey laugh with half-lidded eyes, "I'm doing religious studies."

Both Kai and Warren burst into a fit of laughter. You guess you could see the irony.

"That's cool too," your face flushes pink as Warren holds a lit joint in front of you. Your heart picks up pace just looking at it. You weren't an avid smoker, but you'd had your fair share of practice. It was still nerve wracking to smoke sitting between two guys you didn't really know.

"Want me to go first?" Kai leans forward and takes the joint from Warren's fingertips. You let him do it with a curt nod of your head.

You watched as Kai placed the roach between his lips . His chest expanded as he took a draw, and then he held it in.

"Stop trying to look cool Anderson," Warren snickered, leaning over and punching Kai in the arm. Kai reacted, exhaling the smoke sharply from his lungs and coughing as he tried to soothe his throat.

"Fuck... you... Lipka," Kai scowled at Warren between coughs, only making Warren laugh more.

"Now the lady's turn," Warren ignores Kai as he gets up to retrieve a soda from the bar fridge. You take a deep breath, and position the joint between your own fingers. This is so fucking stupid, you thought to yourself as you stared at it in your hand, why couldn't you just do it?

"You don't have to, you know," Warren shrugs, and goes to take the joint from you. You retract your hand away from his and shake your head.

"It's okay, I'll do it," you weren't sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself more.

"Okay princess, take your time," Kai jokes as he takes a seat next to you, propping his feet up on the coffee table. You offer him a fake laugh before finally finding the courage to bring the joint to your lips. You inhale, only a little, feeling your throat burn as your lungs fill with smoke. You hold it in for a moment before exhaling. You were surprised you didn't cough.

"Atta girl," Warren chuckles, taking the joint from your hand and bringing it to his own lips.

"Do you guys do this every night?" You asked Kai, as he mindlessly scrolled through the sit-com TV series category on Netflix.

He lets out a snort, "pretty much. Not every day does Warren bring a girl to hang out with us though."

You look over at Warren, who just rolls his eyes at his friend.

Your vision begins to go slightly blurry as you look around the room. Your fingernails dig into the skin of your thighs as your eyes settle on the small TV across from you. You were super high already and all you craved was a bag of crisps all of a sudden.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You look over at Warren, who's finished the joint and stubbed it out in the ashtray.

"It means, I only invite girls I think are pretty," he flirts, turning his entire body around to face you, "it just sucks that my sister kept us apart for so long. I wonder what she thinks would happen."

"Um.. this?," Kai rolls his eyes at his friend, "doesn't mean I'm off limits though."

Kai's way of flirting was much more obvious. He rests a hand behind your head on the sofa, and shuffles slightly closer to you. If it weren't for the pot, you'd be totally disgusted by their lame effort to trifle with you. Even though, you found them both undeniably attractive.

"I'm not even like that," your eyebrows knit together in confusion. Your best friend knew you didn't sleep around. It made you nervous and never appealed to you.

"It's not about you," Kai replies, taking another sip of his soda, "it's about Warren. He can't handle himself."

"Shut the fuck up Anderson, before I kick you out," Warren growls, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment.

"So you think I'm pretty?" You tease Warren, just as he reveals his face again. You hadn't realised that Kai had pretty much pressed the entire length of his thigh to yours in the last minute. His close proximity made your face hot.

"Yeah well, isn't it obvious?" Warren asks, with a small laugh, "you probably haven't seen me staring every-time you come over. Maybe it's because it's off limits."

"Like I said, Y/N," Kai smirks at you, "I'm not off limits."

"Did you guys trap me down here to fuck me?" You ask with a laugh, "because I'm not interested. Especially if it's going to upset my best friend."

"And if it didn't upset your best friend?" Kai probes, "smoking pot gets me ridiculously horny."

You let out a small laugh, shifting in your seat and rubbing your thigh back up against Kai's. He was right about one thing - pot definitely had the same effect on you, and it was beginning to skew your vision with rose-coloured glasses.

"Anderson, you're so fucking sick," Warren teases his friend, only for Kai to roll his eyes.

"How about you shut the fuck Lipka, and let me shoot my shot. It's not like you can do anything," Kai snickers back.

"I'm sitting right here guys. Seriously!" You argue back, standing from the couch and turning towards the two guys sat in front of you. You didn't appreciate being talked about like a piece of meat, or the bickering over you when you were just trying to relax and have a good time. Of course, it flattered you to a certain extent, but it wasn't the vibe you were searching for.

"Hey! Sit down, look, we're sorry. Right Kai? That's not cool of us," Warren responds softly without eye contact, whilst rolling another joint.

"Yeah, we're sorry," Kai backs up his friend, "come sit, we'll watch a movie."

You sit back down between them hesitantly, watching Kai flick through horror movies on Netflix. Warren offers you some of his joint, and without thinking, you take another hit. Kai gets up to switch off the lights, and joins you both back on the couch. The movie plays at a press of a button, and you settle yourself deeper in the backrest of the couch to get comfortable. Your head spins with the pot you'd just smoked, and it takes everything in you not to close your eyes and fall asleep. That is, until the first jump-scare of the movie frightens you half to death.

In the process, you hadn't realised you'd tucked yourself securely under Warren's arm. He doesn't object, instead wrapping his strong arm around you and holding you into his side. You can't help the accelerated beating of your heart as you basked in his scent. He smelt so good. Despite how bad it was that you were cuddled up with your best friend's older brother.

You turn over to glance at Kai, who's got a blanket draped across his lap. He's watching the movie with his eyes half-closed and the sight alone makes you giggle. You nudge Warren so he turns to look down at you and mouths 'what?'. You point a finger in Kai's direction, and then you both laugh at him quietly.

As the movie progresses, you find yourself more cuddled into Warren and even closer to Kai. You hadn't realised that you'd placed a hand on Kai's thigh, and that it was slowly advancing up his leg. God, what the fuck were you thinking? Trying to cuddle up to two guys at once? One of which you knew was off limits? It must be the weed.

Without turning his head, Kai places his hand strategically over yours. A dull pulse ignites between your legs and your mind races at 200 miles an hour, trying to think of how you were going to make this work.

"I can't choose," you randomly blurt, gaining the attention of both guys. Kai even paused the movie because he didn't think he'd heard you right.

"Did you just say 'I can't choose?'" Warren's brows knit together in confusion as Kai stares blankly at you. You immediately regretted saying anything at all, but now, you had to explain your way out of looking like an even bigger idiot.

"I mean, both of you want to fuck me, and I think I've changed my mind. Like Kai, I'm incredibly horny."

Warren almost chokes on his own tongue. Kai's hand on yours squeezes tightly, and the two guys look at each-other in disbelief. It was like they were telepathically agreeing something between them.

"Who said you have to choose?" Kai finally replies, taking your hand and moving it up his clothed thigh. You turn to Warren, who offers you a lopsided smile.

"I mean, he's right?" Warren says it like it's a question, and for a moment, you consider it. You'd never been in a situation quite like this one, where you were seated between two guys you found insanely attractive, who both wanted to dote on you.

"How would that even work?" You ask, trying to stifle your laughter. It just seemed so ridiculous that this was happening, regardless of how badly you wanted it right now.

"And have you done this before or something?" You look between Warren and Kai curiously. Kai shrugs his shoulders.

"I haven't with Lipka, but sure, I know how it works," Kai was confident enough to unzip his jeans from under your palm, leaving the fabric of his boxers being the only thing stopping you from touching him completely.

"Look- I'm horny as fuck, and high, and I think it'd be an interesting experience," Warren moves his arm from around you, and places it instead, on your thigh. His touch almost makes you sigh from how good it felt.

"Okay," you say simply, taking the liberty of making the first move and connecting your lips to Warren's. Never in a million years, did the three of you think you'd be in this situation. You just knew your best friend would be furious. But for some reason, it only fuelled your desire for them, alike to foraging for a forbidden fruit.

You feel Kai move from next to you, and soon there's two warm palms separating your legs. Distracted by Warren's tongue exploring your mouth, you pay little attention to Kai as he runs his hands up your thighs. Kai's fingertips skim the lower band of your panties, soon to dig into the waistband and take them off your legs. Everything was moving so fast. The kiss didn't break until you felt Kai's tongue on your pussy.

You moaned into Warren's mouth before he moved away to litter kisses down your jaw. It allowed you to let out as many sounds as you wanted to. Kai used his thumbs to seperate your folds. His nose nudged blissfully against your clit as he tasted you. One of your hands made its way into his hair, tugging softly on his brown curls as he expertly worked at your pussy. Warren worked fast to lift up your shirt, reaching around to your back to unclasp your bra and let it fall.

"Fuck, you taste good," Kai mumbled against your dripping cunt as Warren took one of your taut nipples in his mouth. He sucked on it, rolling his tongue around the stiff bud, kneading the other in his hand.

Your other hand wondered over to the front of Warren's jeans, unfastening the best you could with one hand. Taking the hint, Warren helps you tear down his pants and boxers, revealing his cock to your palm. You wrap your fingers around it, squeezing gently as you began to stroke him. Strategically smearing the pre cum that leaked from his tip down his length, your hand moved in sync with Kai's tongue as it immersed itself between your pulsing walls.

As if the heat had been turned up in the room, the three of you began to slightly perspire. Warren growls against your chest, feeling a tightness already in his groin. You take a moment to glance down at Kai, seeing him already staring up at you. He leaves sloppy kisses against your sensitive bundle of nerves, his gaze intense as he sucks you into his mouth. That being, your final straw.

"I'm gonna cum, oh my god!" You squeal as your orgasm washes over you in intense, pleasurable waves. Your thighs shake around Kai's head, and he doesn't stop until you're begging him to.

"I'm not breaking too many rules if it's just head?" Warren asks shyly, as Kai gets up from the floor. You ignore his question only for a moment, as Kai forces your lips onto his. His tongue swirls around your mouth, allowing the taste of you to linger on your own taste buds.

"Get up here, I need to bury my cock inside you, like right now," Kai is a little rougher than Warren, and pulls you up onto the couch on all fours. Now face to face with Warren's cock, it works perfectly.

"Does this answer your question?" You ask slyly, cupping his heavy balls in your hand as the tip pushes past your lips. Warren’s fingers tangle in your hair, pushing your mouth further down his thick cock. He hits the back of your throat, and surprisingly, it doesn’t make you gag.

You can feel Kai behind you, positioning his tip between your dripping folds. He spits, directly where his tip meets your pussy. A moment passed before he’s stretching you out from behind. Your eyes roll as he fits his cock inside you, spreading open your ass cheeks with his hands. His fingers dug into your skin, kneading at the plush of your ass as he finally, bottoms out inside you.

“Oh fuck,” Kai moans, trying to keep his eyes open. He’s not all too interested or aroused in seeing his friend receive head, but it definitely was the hottest thing him, or Warren, had ever done. Something to definitely bring up later with their other friends.

Your eyes swell with tears as Warren continues to hit the back of your throat. Kai begins thrusting his hips, digging at your sensitive walls right at the spot that swells to his tip. The tears almost fall from the pleasure alone.

“Holy shit, your mouth feels amazing,” Warren groans, resting his head back on the sofa as you pick up pace around him. You use your hand and mouth in sync, your tongue running along the side of his shaft with every repetition of your movements.

“This weed is some good shit, I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer,” Kai is whining behind you, clawing in desperation at your ass cheeks, reaching your cervix with every ravaging thrust.

You never imagined how good it would feel to be used like this. Having two of your holes filled to the brim. You definitely weren’t going to see sex with one other person as as satisfying ever again.

“Oh fuck, Y/N, I’m cumming,” Warren gasps breaths of air as you remove your mouth from him, using your hand to finish him off with your tongue placed strategically at his tip. Kai isn’t far behind, and it takes everything in you to remain focused on Warren’s release. Warren’s hips lift off the couch as he cums, painting your tongue white with his load. You swallow it with ease, giggling as Warren rests back with his eyes closed.

“Fuckfuckfuck, I’m gonna cum too,” Kai calls out behind you, “fuck your pussy feels so good.”

You hold onto Warren as Kai releases, taking himself out of you to cum all over your ass. He takes a deep breath as he pulls up his pants.

“Shit, let me get you something to clean that up,” Warren pushes up off the couch, leaving you on all fours, to pick out a fresh hand towel.

“Kai, clean it up, dickhead,” Warren calls out to his friend, passing him the towel. Kai cleans you off, leaving you able to dress yourself again. The basement reeks of sex, and your heart drops at the thought of your best friend walking in just this second.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Warren begins rolling yet another joint, “she’s not gonna be back, trust me.”

“That was probably the best sex of my life,” Kai comes back down the basement stairs, holding a bowl of popcorn and a bag of salt and vinegar crisps. You didn’t even notice he disappeared.

You only laugh and shake your head in response, checking your phone awkwardly for the time.

“I’ve been here two hours? Shit, my parents wanted me home for dinner tonight,” you get up suddenly, making sure your clothes don’t look too crumpled, and presentable enough to go home in.

“I’ll walk you,” both Kai and Warren say at the same time, and the room goes silent. Were they making you choose?

“How about, you both walk me home. Sound good?” You smirk at the two guys who were obviously at your mercy after the sex you’d just shared. Part of you resonated with that, like you didn’t want to leave them.

“Heyy Y/N,” Kai asked curiously, as Warren held your hand loosely along the side walk. The sun had long set now, and the street lamps were on. Stopping outside your house, you turn to Kai.

“Hm?” You ask, as Warren remains by your side.

“You wanna come back tomorrow?” Warren shoves Kai, sending him tumbling back. The two of them were like man-children. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Maybe.. if you’re lucky,” you lean over and plant a soft kiss to Kai’s lips, before pressing a kiss to Warren’s.

The two of them watch you from the end of your driveway as you approach the front door, and with a final wave, they’re both out of sight. Now to eat dinner with your parents after having a threesome.

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hey idk if you're aware but someone has posted an translated one shot of your on wattpad. she gave you the credits tho.

https://www.wattpad.com/1310810254-imagines-evan-peters-warren-lipka-x-fem-reader

Thank you for letting me know!! As long as credit is given, all is well 🥰❤️

#evan peters #evan peters characters #evan peters imagine #evan peters supremacy #evan peters x reader

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 3 years

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hey, can i request a one shot with warren lipka, please? the reader is his best friend and they constantly flirt, maybe there's a moment where they just stole something from the supermarket at night and they are caught by the rain and run to his car, and they begin yo make out because the adrenaline of the situation and he tells her that he loves her, please. thank u!

i’m sorry but i don’t write for warren. but if you want i could write your request with a different evan character! let me know!

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blackroseguzzi · 1 year

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Woosah Baby

Warren Lipka x Reader

My first evan character fanfic and I wrote it in 45 minutes tonight while watching American Animals (for the 15th time)

Anyone else love when Warren whisper screams “you hit one!?! YOU HIT ONE?”

Enjoy! Let me know if you guys would like a part 2!

You sat inside the waiting room, hands securely in your lap as your right leg jutted up and down off the white tile floor in anticipation.

He was supposed to be here.

Your eyes shifted to the clock on the white wall, the obnoxiously clicking could be heard over the faint Abba music playing in the office all around you. You told him to be here at 12:15 for your 12:30 appointment, and it was 12:31. You placed a sweaty hand in bag and pulled out your cell phone, the screen cracked from last weekends party when you and your friends were smoking on the roof, your phone blasting music until it had slipped out of your pocket 50 feet onto the ground. You were surprised it still was in working condition, but you had to wait until your next paycheck from the supermarket to get a new one. No new messages.

You composed another message to him, this one a bit more angsty than the last.

“What the fuck Warren. You knew how important it was to make it today, and you’re so freaking late!”

“Y/N, Y/L/N,” Your head shot up from your phone at the petite blonde woman holding a clipboard in her hands. She was searching for you in the room, looking between a few established looking women that were also waiting for their appointments.

You let out a shaky breath and stood, shoving your phone back in your bag and placing it on your shoulder you walked over to the blonde nurse. You were so nervous you could feel your palms sweating as you clutched the strap of your bag.

The nurse brought you into a small room, and told you to sit down. She went over a few generic questions and then told you the doctor would be back with the results of your urine test you had already taken as soon as you had checked into your appointment. She quietly slipped out of the room and your heart pounded. You already knew that you needed to face reality, but you also knew you didn’t want to. You had taken a Xanax three weeks ago before a party, you had two beers last week after you bombed one of your liberal arts quizzes, and you had smoked a lot of week in the last two weeks - especially after that fight with Warren when you had found out he spent the $175 dollars you hid in your underwear drawer to buy a keg for a house party… It wasn’t even good beer. Who fucking drinks Milwaukee's Best?

You closed your eyes tight, almost as if you were hoping once they opened you would wake up from this bad dream.

You heard your Text tone go off and you quickly grabbed your phone in your bag. It was Warren, that fucker.

“Alarm didn’t go off…….. I’m parked outside. I’m sooorry!”

You rolled your eyes and decided he could sweat for a bit. He always overslept for everything- including his two morning classes. You knew he was messing up his scholarship. You wish he would try harder, but you knew his passions were not about soccer, or about the regimes of life that college set up for you. He was your first love, your high school sweetheart if you will. He sold you your first big fat blunt your Sophomore year of high school and his greasy curls and sexy dimpled smile called to you. He was your comfort. You struggled with the mundane of everyday life together for over 5 years. You loved watching him play soccer- he was one of the greatest goalkeepers your high school had ever seen. You just knew he felt like a puppet, playing all the right moves for his fathers approval.

Your mind was jolted back to reality when you heard a quick knock at the door, it creaked open and a friendly looking brunette doctor walks over. She was heavy set, with a beautiful set of pearly white teeth she showed off brightly as she smiled and told you her name which you immediately forgot in your panicked state. She was suddenly asking you how you were feeling.

“I’m..I’m fine. Thanks.” You wanted to cut to the chase, no bullshitting.

“Well, what brings you here? Let’s go over everything,” She grasps at her scrub shirt pocket and pulls out a pair of bright purple reading glasses. She snakes them onto her face and looks down at the clipboard the blonde nurse had left on the counter. She sucks in a polite breath and looks at you for answers.

“I took two tests, one was inconclusive and one was positive,” You answered her question quickly and then swallowed the little bit of bile that crept in your throat. God you were so sweaty. You really wished you hadn’t just thrown on the hoodie this morning with nothing underneath but a sports bra.

“Well, It looks like the test today was Positive and your HCG levels at 750. When was your last cycle?” The Brunette Doctor looked you dead in the eye. She was sitting there like she didn’t just twist your whole life upside down. Like her words didn’t just destroy you. You stared at her, unable to speak.

“Y/N?” Her too- chipper voice cut through your haze and you snapped back to reality.

“I think It was October 3rd ish?” Saying out loud made you realize just how long it had been since you were on your period. Fuck. God fucking damnit. You couldn’t even afford a new phone, how the fuck were you and Warren going to support a god damn baby? A living, breathing, food needing tiny codependent baby.

Shit. Balls. Fucking fuck. You were not mature enough for a child.

You really needed a smoke.

You pushed your long hair behind your ear and shook your head at the doctor. “No way I can’t be pregnant, I always use a condom.. I mean.. my boyfriend always uses one. I.. Wow, I’m sorry I’m just in a little bit of shock.” You heard your phone text tone go off again and you ignored it.

“Condoms are not 100% effective,” Doctor know it all responded in a sing song tone. No shit, the box said 97% effective. You just didn’t think you would be the 3% that gets knocked up.

“Well there are options, and we can talk them all over if you’d like once you sit on this information and share this news with your partner. We can go ahead and schedule your first ultrasound at the front desk!” She took off her annoying purple glasses and shoved them back into her breast pocket. Her lips curled into a sympathetic smile and you wanted to shove your thumbs in her eyeballs. Maybe it was the hormones that had made you so angry at her for being the one to break this news to you. You wish this anger was directed towards the person who had gotten you into this mess, but he was too busy sleeping until well after noon, and probably hot boxing in the parking lot.

You smiled politely and got up front your seat, thanking the doctor before she opened the door for you. You moved fast through the hallway. You completely skipped the receptionist desk - you didn’t want to make the appointment for an ultrasound right now, especially when you were on the verge of a mental crisis. You grabbed out your phone to read the text Warren had sent you earlier.

“You’re probably worried over nothing. Woosah baby,” He sent the stupid little emoji that had the sunglasses on.

He was great at calming your nerves most of the time. He loved to live day by day, trying not to worry about putting one foot in front of the other. You spotted his car at the far end of the parking lot. You took in a breath before inhaling largely and holding it in. You didn’t want to cry before you got into the car with him. At least you were glad he was here to pick you up so you didn’t have to scream cry on the bus back to the campus apartments.

Some Drake songs were playing loudly through the speakers when you approached Warren’s beat up Volvo. You grabbed at the door- Locked. You knocked on the glass annoyed that he was so zoned out on his phone to know you were right there, urging him to let you in the car.

He jumped at the sound of your knuckles against glass and as soon as he saw you there he leaned over and unlocked the passenger door, shoving his phone in the cup holder of the vehicle his attention was solely on you. You nearly jumped into the car and let out your breath you realized you were still holding in. You could feel Warren’s stare, waiting for you to talk to him. You didn’t want to look at him, you just leaned forward and shut off the music.

“You know, I really was hoping that you would have at least showed up today. For me.” You spoke softly, as through talking to a child. Maybe you were practicing your patience, or maybe you suddenly realized Warren’s behavior was sometimes pretty damn childish.

“I’m sorry, I am. I think my phone is broken or something the alarm NEVER went off.” Warren talked fast and he really did sound apologetic, but you knew that he was lying. He was notoriously known for snoozing his alarm 40 times before waking up, or worse- not even setting one to begin with.

“Grow up, Warren!” You shouted. Your face turned to his, and tears brimmed your eyes. You were so upset about all the events of today. You were scared over everything else. You had just had your 20th birthday two months ago. You were too young to have a kid. You had plans, so many grand plans for your life and you were worried how this would effect these grand plans. You were planning on graduating with a fine arts degree. You wanted to move to somewhere busy like Boston or LA and take your photography and your art to bigger and better places. Not small town shit like you were in now. You can’t take a baby to photoshoots. You can’t give birth during finals. You can’t have a baby with $74 dollars in your bank account.

“Woah, relax Y/N,” Warren reached over and touched your shoulder and rubbed his thumb gently on your collar bone. He watched as a single tear rolled down your cheek and left a wet drop on your light gray sweatshirt.

“I can’t just relax, I can’t do this alone and I’m scared you won’t grow up and I’ll have to do every hard thing myself just like I did today.” You spat back at him. You knew he was trying to be helpful and by the look of it he was genuinely concerned with your outburst of emotions.

He wasn’t used to this, you were usually so calm and emotionally collected. It’s part of why he loved you so much- you were his compass. Your cute side smile could melt him into a puddle and turn him into your slave. He would do just about anything for that smile.

You understood him and his zest for life. So hee was taken aback when you were suddenly screaming at him in the parking lot of the doctors office. He knew as soon as you had told him you wanted to go to the Doctors to see if you might be pregnant that you more than likely were. He had a gut feeling, and he held in his fear until he knew 1000% even though he was 999% sure he was going to father a child. He should have been there for her today since he knew that the news would break her apart, GOD he knew that. Instead he was a lazy fuck and snoozed the alarm around 13 times before waking up to Y/N’s texts. She was better than him at everything - including being where she needed to be on time.

“You don’t have to do anything alone. I know I’m a fucking idiot, and I’m sorry,” Warren let go of your shoulder and slumped back in his seat, running his hands down his face he signed heavily. “Lay it on me, what did they say?” He stared at clouds in front of him, one of the clouds looked like it was frowning.

“I’m fucking pregnant.” Tears flooded your eyes and you bent over and cradled your head in your lap. Warren bit his lip, almost too hard, as if to feel another kind of pain then the one that was currently brewing in his chest.

After a few minutes of listening to Y/N quietly sob In the seat next to him he spoke softly.

“Everything is going to be okay, I promise.” He didn't know how or what he was going to do to make that promise happen but he would do anything to make sure he didn't break it.

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THE BEST MOVIE MOMENTS OF 2018:

HONORABLE MENTION:

The Opening/Closing Credits from BUDDIES

I’m putting this as honorable mention because this is an older movie recently rereleased.

The first film about the AIDS Crisis, Buddies strikes at the heart with its opening credits with a typed list of AIDS victim up to 1985. Set to a mournful score by Jeffrey Olmstead, the never ending list of lives cut short puts you in tears.

Alex Honnold faces Boulder Problem in FREE SOLO

Most thrillers can only wish they could be as gripping as in the moment when Alex Honnold maneuver’s his way through the most challenging section of El Capitan Wall without rope in this Documentary.

Ray Offers Wisdom from Mid90s

“If you looked in anybody else’s closet, you wouldn’t trade your shit for their shit.”

Ray (Na-kel Smith) and his friends may not be the best role models for the impressionable Stevie (Sunny Suljic), but in this moment, Ray teaches him a lesson in perspective.

Glenn Close’s performance in THE WIFE

I’m not referring to any moment. Just Glenn Close’s acting. She speaks more volumes with her face than most actresses could with dialogue.

10) The Beach Scene from ROMA

Cleo (Yalitza Aparicio) is an extraordinary woman. Sure, her life hanging towels and cleaning dog poo doesn’t seem like anything special. But like many lower working-class people, she endures. Boy does she endure a lot of shit in this movie. Not only does her deadbeat boyfriend ditch her to practice martial arts, but her baby is born dead. Despite all this, she not only continues her work, but she shares a close bond with the family. She showcases this bond and her strength when a fun day at the beach goes horribly wrong.

When Paco (Carlos Peralta) and Sofi (Daniela Demesa) swim too far out, Cleo walks into the ocean to save them despite not knowing how to swim. We watch in dread as she faces severe waves to find the kids, the camera always close to her.

This scene also contains a beautiful scene of the family hugging Cleo when she tears up over losing her baby. Seeing them all huddled together in front of a bright white sun captures the heart.

9) “A Place Called Slaughter Race” from RALPH BREAKS THE INTERNET

Admit it, it’s fun to take pot shots at Disney Tropes. Hell, even Disney gets in on the fun. And boy do they seize on every moment to mock Princess tropes when Vanellope Von Shweetz (voiced by Sarah Silverman) encounters the Disney Princesses. Of course, it helps that Director Rich Moore and Head of Story Jim Reardon creates some of the best episodes of the Simpsons. Though there are many hilarious moments[1], none can hold the candle to Vanellope’s “I Want” song.

As she reflects over a puddle, Vanellope sings about her longing to be in the gritty game “Slaughter Race.” Seeing this little girl perform this lighthearted musical number over a background of riots and dumpster fires is comedy gold. Nearly every element of this number elevates the comedy, from singing shark (with cats and dogs in its mouth) to the creative lyrics (“Am I a baby pigeon spreading wings to soar?/ Is that a metaphor?/Hey, there’s a dollar store”). And the number still finds time to emphasize Vanellope’s fear of hurting Ralph (John. C Reilly).

Kudos to Alan Menken for mocking the trope he (and the late Howard Ashman) introduced to Disney. Just as deserving of Kudos is Silverman, who faced to task of singing in Vanellope’s high pitched voice.

8) Charlie Loses Her Head from HEREDITARY

With her unusual hobbies, connection to her late grandmother and that clicking sound, you’d assume Annie’s (Toni Collette) daughter Charlie (Milly Shapiro) would be the centre of the whole film.[2] Boy, were we in for a surprise.

Spoilers!

When Charlie suffers a peanut allergy reaction, Peter (Alex Wolfe) races her home. On his drive, he sees a mysterious figure in the middle of the dark road. In his attempt to dodge it, he doesn’t see Charlie hanging out the window. Seeing her head slam right into a pole leaves us as traumatized as Peter is. To see them kill off a main character so early in the film is downright shocking. With this death, predictability goes right out the window and we are left uncertain of what direction this film will go.

7) Neil Armstrong Soars in the X-15 Rocket Plane in FIRST MAN

It’s funny how the most exciting scene in this film isn’t the moon landing. Don’t get me wrong, the scene’s still breathtaking in its realism, but it’s surprising how thrilling the opening scene.

Damien Chazelle hits the ground running with Neil Armstrong (Ryan Gosling) soaring the atmosphere in an X-15 Rocket Plane. He soars higher and higher into the skies until he flies out of earth’s surface and gets stuck in space

Albeit, you know he will be back on earth in time for the moon landing. And yet, I found myself on the edge of my seat, wondering how he’s going to get back to earth. Most of it is thanks to the visual effects, which contains some of the most believable since 2001: A Space Odyssey. The effects leave CGI in the dust with practical effects that look so real, you’d think Gosling was actually flying into space.

6) The Ferris Wheel Scene from LOVE, SIMON

High School Movies are home to many unforgettable romantic scenes. There’s Samantha (Molly Ringwald) and Jake (Michael Schoeffling) standing over a birthday cake in Sixteen Candles. There’s Patrick (Heath Ledger) singing to Katarina (Julia Stiles) on the bleachers in 10 Things I hate About You. And who can forget Lloyd Dobler (John Cusack) blaring Peter Gabriel’s “In Your Eyes” outside Diane Court’s (Ione Skye) in Say Anything. Be ready to include the closing scene of Simon (Nick Robinson) waiting on the Ferris wheel for online pen pal Blue from Love, Simon.

After being outed by a student, infuriating his friends for deceiving them in his attempt to stay closeted and abandoned by Blue, Simon makes a plea to meet with Blue face to face on the Ferris Wheel at a carnival. As he rides on the Ferris Wheel, he, fellow classmates and the audience wait in anticipation for Simon’s happy ending.

5) The Book Heist from AMERICAN ANIMALS

When Spencer Reinhard (Barry Keoghan) and Warren Lipka (Evan Peters) plotted to steal extremely valuable books from the Transylvania University library in Kentucky, they thought they had the perfect heist. With the help of their friends Erick Borsuk (Jared Abrahamson) and Chas Allen (Blake Jenner), they thought they pull off a heist as smooth as Oceans 11.[3]

But reality hits them like a sledge hammer when they try to pull off the heist. Unlike their dreams, Librarian Betty Jean Gooch (Ann Dowd) doesn’t get knocked out with one taser jolt. It also isn’t easy to lug a six-foot book down a flight of stairs. Then there’s the fact the basement has no exit. That’s just a few of many problems they never consider. From then on, we witness them pay a huge price for their hubris and lack of real-world understanding.

Only youths as smart as they are to come up with such a stupid plan.

4) The Mutant Bear from ANNIHILATION

Biologist Lena (Natalie Portman) and her team find themselves in a quite a bind. After entering the Shimmer, physicist Josie Radek (Tessa Thompson) has barely survived an attack from a mutant alligator and Anthropologist Cassie Sheppard (Tuva Novotny) has been attacked by a bear. Now paramedic Anya Thorensen (Gina Rodriguez) has gone mad and has tied up Lena, Radek and Dr. Ventress (Jennifer Jason Leigh). But when they hear Sheppard’s cries for help, they will soon find Anya is the least of their worries.

Their journey delivers many grotesque, nightmare inducing visuals (especially the slithering intestines.) But the most memorable moment in this film was the image of the helpless crew trapped in a cabin with a mutant bear. Bears are scary enough on their own, but a faceless one is pants spitting meeting. And then you hear it imitate Sheppard’s screams and suddenly you need a new pair of pants.

3) The Great Snap from AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR

The whole Marvel Cinematic Universe had been leading up to this moment. The fact that nearly every character had a moment to shine in this one movie demonstrates the astounding direction of the Russo Brothers. But despite all the epic fight scenes, everyone agrees that this film’s greatest scene is the heroes moment of defeat.

Despite every effort made to stop in, despite outnumbering Thanos and despite Scarlet Witch (Elizabeth Olsen) sacrificing Vision (Paul Bettany) to destroy the mind stone, Thanos still got all the infinity stones. And with a single snap, Thanos succeeds in wiping out half the universe’s population. One by one, we watch many of our heroes vanish into dust while others watch in helpless horror. But none are more heartbreaking that the moment when Spider-Man (Tom Holland) falls into Tony Stark’s (Robert Downey Jr.) arms, crying “I don’t want to go.” All because some characters couldn’t make the sacrifice needed

Yes, we knew he was going to succeed in the end.[4] And yes, you know most of the heroes won’t stay gone.[5] And yes, their return will likely involve the surviving heroes sacrificing themselves.[6] But the ending still feels powerful despite this knowledge.

It all concludes with Thanos sitting near a cottage, content in his triumph. If the MCU ended here, it would have been a perfect ending. But I’m still curious to see how this will go.

2) The Closing Close-Up in CAPERNAUM

The closing image of Zain’s (Zain Al Rafeea) face will haunt you beyond the closing credits. Throughout the film, we’ve seen this kid struggle through hell on the streets of Lebanon, trying to protect his sister from their resentful parents and helping an Ethiopian Migrant Worker take care of her son. But when he’s sent to prison for assaulting a pimp who bought his sister, he decides to sue his parents for the crime of bringing him into this miserable world. Writer/director Nadine Labaki never looks away for a second to the brutality of Zain’s world and how it brings out the worst in Zain.

When the film freezes to the image of Zain smiling for a Passport photo, your heart breaks for him as Khaled Mouzanar’s haunting score plays out.

1) Tish and Fonny’s Walk Through the Park in IF BEALE STREET COULD TALK

No other opening scene has done a better job of putting its audience under its spell than when loving couple Tish (Kiki Layne) and Alfonzo “Fonny” Hunt (Stephan James) stroll through a park holding hands.

There’s beauty in every element of this scene, from Nicholas Britell’s romantic score to the warm looks in the character’s eyes. But what really sells it is James Laxton’s lush cinematography. The colours pop through the yellows and blues on the couple’s clothes and the green of the grass. You are as in love with this couple as they are for each other.

Then the film cuts to Tish visiting Fonny in prison, this time the yellow is the prison, the blue is Fonny’s jumpsuit and the green is on Tish’ outfit. From then one, we know why their love is worth fighting for.

[1] Mostly at the expense of Ariel (Jodi Benson)

[2] Especially when she appears so prominently in the advertisements.

[3] As indicated by a fantasy sequence.

[4] Since we know this was going to be a two parter.

[5] Especially when there are already planned sequels to Black Panther, Spider-Man and Guardians of the Galaxy. After all the money Marvel’s got from Black Panther? They’re not going to give up that meal ticket.

[6] What with Robert Downey Jr. and Chris Evans retiring their characters.

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American Animals (Movie Review)

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In 2004, four college students stole several rare books from the library at Transylvania University. They were later caught, each spending around seven years in jail. Writer/director Bart Layton tells their story in the movie American Animals, cutting between interviews with the real people who went through with this ridiculous plan and the dramatization of the events. The four; Spencer Reinhard (Barry Keoghan), Warren Lipka (Evan Peters), Eric Borsuk (Jared Abrahamson) and Chas Allen (Blake Jenner), are all presented in the film trying to use this as an opportunity to get one over on… ultimately, no one in particular. They all thought they were clever enough to pull the crime off to completion and so they tried to do it.

This story of privileged jerks in over their heads holds a special interest to me, because all of this happened in my hometown, Lexington, KY. The movie itself was shot in Charlotte, NC and I don’t have any personal connection to this story but hearing about this movie made me feel a sense of obligation towards going to see it. Luckily, the way American Animals is executed puts it easily toward the top of my favorite movies of the year so far.

[Full Review Under the Cut]

The blend between documentary style interviews with the actual people involved and the dramatization of the events give the proceedings the air of a slickly produced true crimes TV special. Where it elevates from that conceit comes from leaning into how the four guys each tell different versions of the events. Early in the film, the two positioned as the main members of the crew, Spencer and Warren, each give a different framing to how the initial discussion about the books happened, one saying it was in a car and the other that it was at a party. Each scenario gets cut between as the conversation itself runs through the main topic without losing pace. Repeated use of this device emphasizes the fact that minor details, like where a certain conversation took place, aren’t what matters to the story. What counts is why they felt they needed to do this at all.

One thing American Animals makes abundantly clear is how idiotic the idea of the heist is from the beginning. These aren’t smooth-talking movie criminals, they’re privileged college guys acting on one impulse after another until they get lost in a sunk cost fallacy of how much time they put into planning. In trying to compare what they’re attempting to heist movies or seeing if they can get tips on how to pull off the perfect robbery from Google, the movie lays out how poorly thought out it is. Even as the movie focuses on showing how bad these guys are at being criminals, why they think they can pull off the heist is made clear as they try to plan for different contingencies. They think about who should drive or be on lookout, whether they need disguises and how they’re going to transport such valuable items. As time grows nearer to the heist, the four either become more convinced they must go through with it or start losing their nerves as the reality of what they’re attempting sinks in.

How little they’ve considered the possible contingencies of the heist is made clear by them having to attempt the heist twice before actually being able to take anything out of the library. Contrast gets created between a fantasized version of the heist early in the movie, where everything runs like clockwork and they’re able to make it out quickly, and how things are presented once the moment comes, where they frantically move about to make sure they escape the library with something and having to subdue the librarian responsible for looking over the books. That last detail is a major sticking point for both the fictional and real-life versions of Warren in the movie, as we see him keep flashing back to the image of her crying for help on the floor. One of the ways he kept the other three convinced of the plan’s validity was reassurance that they won’t “really” be hurting anyone.

One thing the interviews show is how these four, in the present, have managed to fall into the very human reaction of regretting what they did, but also finding ways to justify why they did it in the first place. All four of them are currently trying to make a life for themselves, the way anyone would. The actors playing them convey the constant uncertainty as each of them realizes they put their comfortable situations in jeopardy by attempting any of this. They were caught and now they have to live with the fact that they did this, even if they can’t remember all the details of how it went down. Those details, who was where and why they all agreed to this, don’t matter compared to the fact that they were stupid enough to do it. The audience gets left on the fact that one of the events Warren used to convince everyone else to go through with the plan may have been completely fabricated, but the real Warren can’t or won’t give any confirmation beyond “you’ll have to take my word for it.”

Thanks to the final interview in American Animals, with the librarian who looks over the books to this day, how pointless all these actions were from the start is made clear. These guys weren’t righteously trying to “get one over” on anyone or anything except their own boredom with their situations. They were jerks who thought they were smarter than the movies they were emulating and paid the price for it.

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Warren Lipka (Evan Peters in AA) x Fem!Reader Smut - “Coffee and Sex” (18+)

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Summary: strangers meet in Amsterdam outside Coffeshop Smokey, and are both just as high and horny for eachother.

CW: strangers-with-benefits, weed smoking, unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, cream pie

Words: 2025

I sat outside Coffeeshop Smokey, a spliff to my lips. I exhaled, blowing out O's until I couldn't. I was bored, and very high. All I've done tonight is smoke and play pool with a couple of friends, that then decided they were too tired and had to go back to our hotel. Now I sat, waiting for someone to walk passed that might strike my interest.

Almost as soon as that thought crossed my mind, a young guy in a suit and long curly dark hair stood outside the cafe, staring in from across the street. He looked like a first time tourist, bewildered by the fact that it was okay to smoke weed on the streets of Amsterdam, like he hadn't done his reading.

He caught me staring, his dark eyes locking with mine, almost unnoticed if not for the dimly lit street light. He made a beeline for me, as I put out my joint and sat up straight in my cafe chair.

"What is this place? Doesn't smell like coffee to me?" He asked, scratching the top of his head in a joking way and flashing me an adorable smile.

I raised an eyebrow at him, amused by his ignorance. He sat down in the chair in front of me, his eyes set on the ashtray with the burnt out joint.

"Can I go- buy one?" He asked me, putting a cigarette between his lips from his jacket pocket and lighting it with my lighter.

"Go ahead," I said to him, waving a hand towards the entrance of the coffee shop.

"You sound foreign too," he picked out, laughing in relief, like he wasn't the only one outside of his home country.

"Yeah, I'm on vacation," I said, leaning back in my chair, taking in his appearance again. He was hot, I thought, lean and toned, with the perfect facial features and dimples. I would sit on his face.

"I'll be back," he said, dropping his cigarette in the ashtray and disappearing inside.

Moments passed before he was outside again, a pack of 3 rolled joints in a plastic bag. He sat down again, ripping one eagerly from the packaging and placing it to his lips. He reached over and grabbed my lighter again, this time holding it up as if asking if it was okay to use it. I nodded, my bottom lip between my teeth as I watched as he lit it, taking a big draw.

He coughed as he exhaled, slumping down in his chair and hitting his chest with his fist.

"Good- shit," he got out, making me laugh. He was funny, and confident. I liked that.

"So how long are you here?" I asked him, bringing my drink up to my lips and taking a sip from the straw.

"Uh- only a couple days, business trip," he said, referring to his suit. I didn't know if I could believe his business was very official, he seemed unsettled, anxious, and the suit didn't seem expensive.

"Right," I said, as he looked at me as he inhaled again from his joint.

"You're really fucking hot," he blurted, sucking in his cheeks as he bit them from inside, showing his deep dimples. I knew he felt like it was risky complimenting me so forwardly. I laughed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"What's your name?" I asked, tilting my head to the side as I waited for a response.

"Uh Warren, Warren Lipka," he said, taking another hit of his joint. When he exhaled he asked, "what's yours?"

"Y/N," I replied, watching him finally put down the joint.

"Where are you staying?" He asked me, unbuttoning his suit jacket.

"Uh with some friends, a few blocks away," I replied, shrugging.

"Right.. do you wanna come back to my room? It's just down the street," he asked, and I looked at him with narrow eyes.

"Why don't we just hang out here?" I asked, a smile on my face.

"Well I can't get to know you better here, can I?" He teased. We were both high, I almost didn't even hear what he said, until I processed it. I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Alright," I said, getting up. Warren looked at me with wide eyes, not believing that what he said actually worked. It didn't, but he was hot and I was bored, I just wouldn't let him know that I was in control of the situation.

He followed me, saying that his room was to the left of the coffee shop.

"So, have you been to Amsterdam before?" He asked, catching up to me with a small jog. I didn't look at him as we continued walking.

"Yeah, every year," I said, finally looking at him.

"Oh, lucky, love it here," he said, looking out onto the busy street, "it's so different to back home,"

"And where's that?" I asked, as his hand landed on the small of my back as we wove through foot traffic.

"Kentucky," Warren replied, as he stopped outside a tall motel, small steps leading up to the entrance.

"What about you?" He seemed interested in getting to know me, or maybe he just needed to seem like he was to get me inside his room.

"(Your Country)," you replied, following him into the small lobby, watching as he nodded as a greeting to the receptionist.

"I can tell from your accent," he said, climbing up the stairs near the entrance.

"What, no elevator?" I teased, as we made it to the first floor.

"Not exactly in the budget," he said, reaching for a key inside his pocket and unlocking the room door.

"I thought you were on business?" I asked him, as I watched him take off his suit jacket and toss it on the couch. He went over to his king size bed, sitting on the edge and kicking off his dress shoes, laying down in just his button up, slacks and socks.

"I am," he said, craning his neck upwards to look at me, "come here," he suggested, patting the spot next to him on the bed.

I obliged, taking off my own boots near the couch, and pulling my thick sweater above my head, leaving me in a thermal tank top and baggy jeans. Warren looked at me as I shimmed off my jeans in front of him, keeping my panties and tank top on. I wasn't wearing a bra.

"Someone's keen," he teased, big smile on his face as I went over and laid down next to him on the bed, laughing as he crawled on-top of me, our faces inches apart.

"I'm so fucking high," Warren mumbled, as my hands ventured to the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his soft curls. He moaned softly, I guess he liked having his hair pulled.

"So am I," I mumble, as we both let out a laugh.

"Kiss me," I whispered, watching Warren close his eyes and come in towards me, finally connecting his soft lips with mine. Oh my god did it feel good.

His hands rested on the bed next to my face as we kissed, his lips soft. He tilted his head to the side getting better access, his tongue darting out and licking mine. I let him in my mouth, our tongues coming together during every kiss.

I moaned into his mouth, my head dazed and my stomach in a knot, full of hunger for this man. He broke the kiss, sitting up on his knees and unbuttoning his shirt before pulling it off. I took the opportunity to lift up my tank top, throwing it to the side and gasping as it landed on the lamp by the bed. Warren stopped, then we both burst out laughing.

"Shh shh," he said, covering my mouth with his hand as we continued laughing. I opened my mouth, taking his middle finger in my mouth and sucking on it. He bit his lip and looked at me, before his eyes averted to my breasts.

"Now when did those come out?" He said, dipping his head down and taking my nipple in his mouth. I gasped, my hands tugging his hair again as he sucked softly.

I reached down and undid his slacks, pulling them down the best I could until he was just in his underwear like I was. He groaned, as I took a hold of his hard and prominent erection in his underwear.

His thumbs dipped into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down off my legs and throwing them onto the floor. His eyes travelled down my body, taking in every inch of my exposed skin. I laid there watching him, before he cupped under my thighs and brought them up over his shoulders.

"You're so.. perfect," he said, letting out a deep breath he'd been holding in. I raised my arms above my head, resting them on the pillow and his hand travelled down between my legs. He flicked his thumb over my clit, provoking a soft moan to leave my lips.

His fingers slid over my folds, collecting the wetness that pooled there, before he inserted a finger. I let out another moan, as his fingers worked inside me at a steady pace, his thumb coming in contact with my clit and rubbing circles on it simultaneously.

Having sex high was my favourite thing in the whole world, my heightened senses made it feel like I was on cloud 9, my pleasure indescribable.

"Baby you're so wet, it's dripping," he said through clenched teeth, pulling down his own underwear and taking his hard cock in his hand. He stroked it, as I watched, totally taken off guard by his length.

"Fuck me Warren," I mumbled, as he lined myself up at my entrance, slowly pushing inside, his eye contact never wavering. His eyes closed as he entered me, pushing himself all the way in. I grabbed onto his biceps, my fingernails digging into his skin.

“Oh baby, you feel so good,” he moaned, slowly thrusting into me, my legs still over his shoulders. It was pure ecstasy, feeling him inside me deeper than I could’ve imagined.

“Warren- oh my god,” I moaned as his thumb started to rub small circles on my clit again.

His thrusts got faster, curse words and sounds of pure pleasure escaping his lips, one hand wrapped around my leg, the other still circling my clit. I was going to cum, and I think he could tell because he thrust into me deep, hitting a spot inside me.

“Warren I-” I could barely get a sentence out, it felt like I was seeing stars from how good it all felt. His forehead collected swear, the tattoos and veins on his arms jumping out to me.

I came, clenching around his cock, my pussy wetter than ever. His thrusts didn’t falter in speed and I rode out my high, grabbing onto both of my breasts with my nipples between my fingers.

“I’m gonna cum, holy shit,” he cursed, cumming inside me, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier.

He pulled out, sitting on his heels, as he watched his own cum trickle out of my pussy, collecting in a pool on the bed sheets. He groaned, letting out a laugh of disbelief.

“Fuck your pussy is amazing,” he beamed, coming down beside me and scooping me into his arms, our naked bodies warm and sticky with sweat.

I moved to look at him, moving his damp hair out of his eyes. He stared at me from hooded eyes, both of us breathing heavy, before planting a soft kiss on my shoulders.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” He asked in a quiet voice, a cheeky smile spreading across his face.

“Another joint then round 2?” I suggested, as he got up and almost ran to his slack pocket, pulling out 2 joints.

“Read my mind, Y/N baby,” he said, as I wrapped his sheet around me and followed him onto the balcony of his motel room.

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