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personapeters · 17 days ago

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bf!kyle spencer headcanons (pre-death) part two ⟡ ݁₊ . ⊹ ࣪ ˖

✰ series links: part one • part two

rating: (sfw) • contents: more of kyle being boyfriend :p

— bf!kyle who… keeps it very simple when it comes to pet names - calling you things like ‘babe’, ‘baby’, and his favorite; ‘my girl’.

— bf!kyle who… doesn’t mind when you call him by whatever pet names come to mind, but loves when you call him simply by his name - something about the way you say it, making it so special.

— bf!kyle who… really loves rock music, despite it contrasting greatly from his physical aesthetic - often listening to it when he studies or when he’s working out at the gym.

— bf!kyle who… has the hardest time waking up early in the mornings, often requiring you to lightly shake him awake or poke at his sides - his favorite is when you stroke his disheveled blonde hair out of his face, watching as his eyes flutter open to your touch.

— bf!kyle who… absolutely hates arguing - anytime he senses you being even the slightest bit upset with him, he completely shuts down. whether he knows what he did or not, he never wants to upset you further, so he remains quiet until you’ve calmed down.

— bf!kyle who… loves to talk with you about any and everything, but loves even more to just listen to you speak - it’s definitely a ‘yapper gf’ and ‘listener bf’ type of situation.

— bf!kyle who… hates to cry in front of you, wanting you to always see him as ‘manly’ and strong - even though you constantly assure him that crying does not make him weak.

— bf!kyle who… doesn’t like or want to get into physical fights, but absolutely will if it came down to you or your safety.

— bf!kyle who… begs that you text him whenever you safely make it to or from a location, always needing that peace of mind.

— bf!kyle who… has your schedule memorized, often leaning against the wall outside of your classroom, casually waiting for you to emerge so he can personally escort you to your next one.

— bf!kyle who… isn’t too fond of coffee, but always makes sure to bring you one every friday (sometimes more often) as a treat, once tasting it on your mouth after a kiss: “dunno if it’s so sweet from the sugar,” with a soft smirk, pecking you again, “or those lips.”

— bf!kyle who… knows your favorite order for lunch, often waiting for you in the campus café with your meal purchased and prepared before him - sometimes a small bite taken out of it.

— bf!kyle who… enjoys doing laundry with you - entirely because he loves lifting you on top of the dryer and standing between your legs, kissing softly at your lips, jaw and neck; fully aware that anyone could walk into the communal laundry room at any time.

— bf!kyle who… becomes genuinely upset whenever an assignment you worked oh so hard on earns anything lower than an ‘a’: “fuck, babe, ‘m sorry… want me to try and go talk to ‘em for you? s’worked for me before,” jokingly with a small smile, trying to lift your spirits (while also being wholeheartedly serious).

— bf!kyle who… is supposed to wear glasses but never does, saying they make him look like a geek - often squinting his dark brown eyes whenever he’s reading, resulting in headaches.

— bf!kyle who… genuinely thrives whenever you praise him in any way - he loves knowing that he has your support and approval in whatever it may be, increasing his both confidence and pride.

— bf!kyle who… was an absolute angel when meeting your parents, the bright smile never leaving his face as he answered each and every prying question they had for him with ease - he didn’t mind; he liked knowing just how much they cared for you.

— bf!kyle who… always brought your mother flowers whenever the two of you would go home for a holiday or casual visit - loving how her face would light up in surprise each and every time.

— bf!kyle who… is very aware of how other girls throw themselves at him at every party or social event - instead of fueling his ego, it only annoys him to the greatest extent, especially because he knows they can see you standing right there next to him.

— bf!kyle who… asked to make things official in an unorthodox way - instead of asking you to be his, saying: “i just- i wanted to know if i… can i be your boyfriend?”

— bf!kyle who… keeps all your parents and siblings birthdays in his calendar app - wanting to be in touch with your family events and always sends them a warm text with the promise of doing something fun whenever the two of you came back in town.

— bf!kyle who… is fond of holidays but absolutely loves halloween; he loves dressing up in cheesy couple costumes and flooding his camera roll with hundreds of photos of the two of you - simply for his own keeping.

— bf!kyle who… likes to plan dates but also really enjoys when you do too - loving that you take initiative and put so much thought into it all; it secretly makes him feel so special and all giddy inside.

— bf!kyle who… is surprisingly good at surfing, often dragging you along to the cold louisiana beaches in the winter (when he claims the waves are the best) - admittedly, watching his wet muscles glisten as you brush the damp hair off of his forehead to taste his salty lips made freezing on the shore completely worth it.

— bf!kyle who… once tried to put your hair into a ponytail for you, insisting he could do one perfectly, only to get his fingers literally tied into it: “i-i didn’t think it was that hard! thought you just, like… twist it ‘nd… wrap the- yeah, i don’t know,” with a look of shame.

— bf!kyle who… is extremely popular on campus - everyone knows him and he knows everyone, which leads to a-lot of strange loaded questions: “you’re dating him?” - “he’s dating you?” - “really? huh, didn’t know spencer could keep a girl.”

— bf!kyle who… stays up late with you whenever you have to finish a project or an essay - intentionally annoying you the best he can to keep you awake: “babe… baaabe… y’gotta keep your eyes open… open, open, open,” poking your cheek with a sleepy grin.

— bf!kyle who… hates your favorite show at first, often groaning and sighing dramatically whenever you turn it on but eventually gets extremely invested, sheepishly asking you when’s the next time you planned on watching so he could be ready with snacks.

— bf!kyle who… always gives you his undivided attention, no matter the circumstance - never even glancing at his phone during dates or hangouts unless it’s for the time, keeping it on dnd.

— bf!kyle who… is surprisingly clean for a frat boy, regardless of the red solo cups and abandoned lighters that constantly litter the downstairs of his fraternity house - he makes his bed (to the best of his ability) every morning, never lets his laundry pile up too high, doesn’t use a five-in-one when showering.

— bf!kyle who… occasionally uses your expensive shampoo in the shower, as it apparently cleans his hair ‘way better’ than his own - he also just really likes how it smells.

— bf!kyle who… bought some colored lights to drape over his window’s curtain after seeing how just cool yours looked in your dorm: “you like ‘em? kinda looks like yours, yeah? sick.”

— bf!kyle who… enjoys taking late night walks with you, fingers loosely entwined as they slightly swing between you - always keeping you on the inside of the sidewalk.

— bf!kyle who… still flirts with you as if you weren’t already his girlfriend to make you laugh: “damn sexy, what’s your name? you lookin’ for a roommate? ‘cause i’ve gotta opening back at mine,” with a playful smirk as he ‘seductively’ pulls you in by the waist.

— bf!kyle who… only gets drunk whenever the two of you are in the security of your dorm - he always remains sober whenever attending a party or an event so he can adequately tend to you the entire time with no deterrents.

— bf!kyle who… gets super touchy and sentimental whenever he’s drunk, kissing your face with alcohol breath and repeatedly telling you how much he loves you as if his life depends on it: “i do, y/n. you-you know that, right? d’you know how… how much y’mean to me? whooole lot, like, sooo much… fuck, like… a ton - a thousand million tons; that’s… that’s how much.”

— bf!kyle who… sits at your feet, hungover, whenever you’re seated with his legs wrapped around your ankles, hugging his arms around your calves and laying his head on your knees: “mmm… don’t move, please… don’t wanna barf on your slippers.”

— bf!kyle who… is absolutely no help whatsoever whenever picking out candles, sniffing them briefly whenever you hold them up to his nose before repeating the same answer: “yeah, smells good… but it does smell good… well, yeah, ‘cause they all do!”

— bf!kyle who… loves showing you movies he’s already seen, just for the sake watching your reactions out of the corner of his eye, smiling the entire time in amusement and adoration.

— bf!kyle who… gladly lets you wear his sneakers when your feet hurt on the walk home after a night out - trying your small heels on and walking a few shaky steps just to make you laugh: “i feel like those ugly cinderella sisters… y’know who i’m talking about?”

— bf!kyle who… loves working out together; whether that be going on a run, doing some cardio in your dorm, or late night trips to the gym - always acting as your hype man: “let’s fucking go, baby, you’re insane!” kissing you with sweaty lips and patting your thigh encouragingly, letting his hand linger for a moment or two.

— bf!kyle who… can’t sing to save his life but always turns the car’s radio up to the highest possible volume before singing (screaming) the lyrics at the top of his lungs, playfully grabbing at your hands and caressing your face as if he was serenading you.

— bf!kyle who… notices when you start picking up some of his words and phrases, feeling a warmth in his chest when he’d hear you use them - loving how you truly were becoming a mini him.

#kyle spencer #evan peters #ahs coven #american horror story coven #headcanon #kyle spencer x y/n #kyle spencer x reader

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personapeters · 18 days ago

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bf!kyle spencer headcanons (pre-death) part one ⟡ ݁₊ . ⊹ ࣪ ˖

✰ series links: part one • part two

rating: sfw — contents: kyle just being so boyfriend :p

— bf!kyle who… was sickeningly nervous the first time he said he loves you — but since then, he says it every chance he gets - the end of each phone call, through random texts throughout the day, as you’re falling asleep, in your ear when out in public; whenever.

— bf!kyle who… teases you often - he has no issue with physically showing his affection, but when it’s verbally, he struggles a bit more when it was anything other than an ‘i love you’; poking fun at small things here and there but you know exactly what he means by it and he loves how you can dish it right back at him.

— bf!kyle who… isn’t too keen on public displays of affection but loves physical touch more than anything, so he works around it — sliding a hand into your back pocket while you wait in a line, hooking his fingers into the loops of your jeans, tracing shapes onto your thigh when you’re out to eat with friends.

— bf!kyle who… drives your drunk friends home whenever you need him to, always watching to make sure they get inside safely before driving off — no matter the hour, he was there when they needed him.

— bf!kyle who… enthusiastically introduces himself to your roommate, holding out a gentle hand with a tight, close-lipped smile: “hey, nice t’meet you, ‘m kyle.”

— bf!kyle who… texts you random pictures throughout the day of ‘cool’ things he’s come across — like a duck shaped cloud that does not resemble a duck in the slightest, or a heart shaped potato chip that surprisingly does look almost like a heart.

— bf!kyle who… loves rollercoasters and is constantly begging you to ride them with him — he loves how tightly you grip his hand while bracing yourself for a drop, even if it leaves a mark.

— bf!kyle who… wraps his arms around your waist from behind and rests his head atop of yours while waiting in line for said rollercoasters, lightly swaying the both of you and murmuring in your ear whatever nonsense he can think of to make you laugh.

— bf!kyle who… isn’t too involved with social media, sometimes posting a random photo here and there, but never misses an opportunity to comment on your pictures: “hot” - “ur actually insane” - “i took that :p” - “ive seen it u can take it down now lol”

— bf!kyle who… is extremely smart, regardless of the stereotype, helping you study any and every subject — if it’s something he doesn’t know, he’d attempt to teach himself just so he could help.

— bf!kyle who… does anything he thinks will make you smile, just for the sake of seeing it — poking at your sides, pulling faces at inappropriate times that he knows could get you both in trouble, reciting cliche jokes with a playful smirk to make you cringe.

— bf!kyle who… asks you to recite your notes aloud to him whenever you’re studying, laying his head on your lap as you do - he says it helps to retain the information, which is true, but he mostly just enjoys hearing your voice and watching you speak.

— bf!kyle who… loves taking you to book stores, offering to buy each and every book you show an ounce of interest to: “y’like that one? grab it… y’don’t have to need it to want it, babe… okay, fine, then i want it… yeah, maybe i’ll let you borrow it,” with a wink.

— bf!kyle who… loves when you sleepover and wear his university branded t-shirts, loving how the ends rest just above your mid-thigh: “think you should keep this… looks way better on you.”

— bf!kyle who… supports every extracurricular activity you do with the upmost effort — like showing up to each and every soccer game, sitting at the very bottom of the bleachers to see you the closest, cheering along with the other friends and families in the stadium, yelling, “that’s my girl!” with an abundance of pride, wanting everyone to know exactly who he was there for.

— bf!kyle who… is a golden retriever puppy in human form - his big, dark eyes and soft, blonde hair representing the physical aesthetic, while his curious, loyal, unconditionally loving, energetic spirit embodies the overall nature.

— bf!kyle who… doesn’t like to let you drive, wanting to be the one to escort you wherever you wanted to go. whenever you’d protest, he’d say you’re music taste was way better than his and he needed you to be the designated dj for every single car ride.

— bf!kyle who… loves to leave small kisses all over your body whenever he could — specifically on the curve of your jaw, the tip of your nose and the back of your hands; always letting his mouth linger for a few seconds before breaking the connection.

— bf!kyle who… tries his hardest to open each and every door for you - blaming it on “southern hospitality” when in reality, he just wants you to feel as special as he knows you are.

— bf!kyle who… occasionally brings you around his fraternity brothers when he has to, but only briefly and at a distance - he’d keep you tucked safely behind him, keeping his fingers loosely laced with yours as he greets the men and dismisses the two of you in the same breath.

— bf!kyle who… loves kneading softly at your thighs as he falls asleep — it starting as a way to comfort you but now, he often finds himself absentmindedly tracing and gripping at the plush flesh like a kitten as he slowly drifts to sleep.

— bf!kyle who… plays video games every once in a while, forcing you to play with him and on days where you would simply watch - he’d request you sit on his lap because from there, ‘the view’s much better.’ — and admittedly, it was.

— bf!kyle who… would try and surprise you with home baked goods for the sake of creating something for you all on his own. he’d hand you the container full of sweets with a bright, cheesy grin on his face which only further prompted you to ignore the jarring crunch of eggshells in your mouth upon tasting them.

— bf!kyle who… would always try to keep a hair tie on his wrist or in his pocket, just incase you or one of your friends needed it.

— bf!kyle who… would absolutely melt whenever you ran your nails through his hair, lightly swirling the tufts between your fingers and smoothing them downwards behind his ears — nothing in the world could soothe him faster.

— bf!kyle who… never lets you walk back to your dorm alone — it was never up for discussion, no matter the circumstance.

— bf!kyle who… blushes super easily, the apples of his cheeks and tips of his ears often turning pink whenever you’d casually compliment him or even send him a smile from across the room.

— bf!kyle who… warns you it will be cold but, telling you to bring a jacket of your own but secretly loves when you don’t; just so he can give you his — loving how the sleeves stop way past your fingers and how the hood slips over your eyes again and again, no matter how many times you push it back up.

— bf!kyle who… doesn’t get jealous often — obviously, he doesn’t love when he catches guys ogling at you, but it doesn’t really affect him unless he feels like you’re being a little too nice in return - in reality, it’s a very average amount of platonic common courtesy, no fault of your own - was still way too much, in his opinion.

— bf!kyle who… always considers your friends with each decision he makes involving them — he never stays too late in your dorm, nor does he ever try to convince you to bail on plans with them in order to spend more time with him; although, he really wants to.

— bf!kyle who… makes a huge deal out of things you beg him not to - having little gifts and flowers awaiting you on his bed whenever you ace a big exam or win a tournament or competition of any assortment; although, he would always have them for you regardless, even if you ‘failed’.

— bf!kyle who… takes care of you when you’re sick as if your life depends on it — constantly pressing the back of his hand to your forehead to make sure you aren’t too hot, offering to make you even more tea that inevitably collects among the half-drunken cups on your nightstand, and checking the time to determine if it’s been long enough since your last doseae of medicine before he administers you more — he’d jokingly say, “euughh” whenever you’d blow your nose while simultaneously throwing the dirty tissues away for you with a small smile.

— bf!kyle who… keeps a polaroid of the two of you from one of your earlier dates in his wallet — his fraternity brothers would see it and endlessly tease and chastise him for it, but the soft grin on his face from the memory would never dare to falter.

— bf!kyle who… never wants you to pay for anything, especially when you’re with him — he doesn’t exactly fit in the ‘broke college student’ stereotype due to his scholarships floating him through, so he wanted to use his money for better things - like you.

— bf!kyle who… uses ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ far more than the average person — “can you stay at mine tonight, please?” - “no, thanks, baby but thank you.” - “please be careful, please?”

— bf!kyle who… never speaks up when his order is wrong, and begs you not to either, not wanting to be a bother to anyone. yet, you still do, as politely and kind as possible - solving the problem.

— bf!kyle who… secretly loves gossip - letting you spill every detail you have in full depth, listening attentively with furrowed eyebrows and lips parted when the drama get’s particularly juicy.

— bf!kyle who… isn’t too fond of horror movies, but forcibly watches them with arms wrapped tight around your waist and his face in the crook of your neck, under the guise of ‘protecting’ you.

— bf!kyle who… never forgets anything you tell him about yourself, no matter what it is — your shoe size, siblings names, childhood pets - your favorite color, flower, movie, tv show, artist, song, food, dessert, drink, candy, ice cream, scent, fabric, sport; the list really could go on and on. it always surprises you when he mentions something you completely forgot ever telling him, and he only smiles with a small shrug, happy with himself for it.

— bf!kyle who… buys you a shirt matching his own whenever you mention liking it — sure, he could give you his, and he often does, but he also really loves surprising you with a smaller version of his own attire, grinning like an idiot whenever you put it on.

— bf!kyle who… listens to your music playlists whenever he’s in class, wanting to like what you like and understand you just that much better.

— bf!kyle who… never does anything physically without asking first, no matter the degree: “this okay?” - “can i…?” - “tell me if you want me to stop, please.”

— bf!kyle who… will stop you in the middle of walking to tie your shoe, pulling your foot onto his crouched knee to entangle the laces before lightly patting your ankle when he’s done, smiling fondly up at you.

— bf!kyle who… texts you menial updates throughout the day, just for the sake of starting a conversation: “just saw a bird steal a nut or somthin from a squirrel… lifes crazy :0”

#kyle spencer #ahs coven #american horror story #evan peters #american horror coven #american horror story coven #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer x y/n

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personapeters · 25 days ago

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“𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭” - 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨

— ✰ about me! twenty-three, she/her, taurus

— ✰ fandoms! evan peters, ahs, the 100, the vampire diaries, criminal minds, one direction, 5sos, impractical jokers :p

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personapeters · 26 days ago

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𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

— a peter maximoff one shot

✰ peter was never a fan of scary movies, and with halloween around the corner, y/n decides it’s time he embraces the genre

rating: sfw — contents: mostly fluff, some heavy kissing

“and you… like that?” he questioned bewildered, both eyebrows raised above his dark brown eyes. “uh, yeah! it’s an adrenaline rush and you don’t even have to do anything,” she encouraged, smiling brightly before shaking out the soft folded throw blanket and draping it across the cushions of the couch. peter shook his head to himself, genuinely not understanding the appeal — if you want an adrenaline rush, go ride a roller coaster or jog a lap around the block - why voluntarily subject yourself to nightmares? it didn’t make sense.

“riiight,” he responds warily, watching as she tossed a couple of pillows into place before dropping herself onto the couch, pulling her legs underneath her. she grabs a corner of the blanket and pulls it over her lap, leaning back into the cushion before realizing peter was still standing awkwardly in his place by the coffee table. he was nervous, and for a couple of reasons; the first being the anticipation of the movie, resulting in the premeditated knot tightening in his stomach, and the second being he was only on his fourth date with y/n, and somehow it panned out to be them sitting in her living room on a thursday night with him preparing himself to inevitably scream like a little girl in front of her.

she stares at his still standing frame, her eyes trailing down from his shaggy, silver hair to his black graphic t-shirt that fit around his toned arms perfectly, furthering his dark jeans and back up again. “you can sit,” she spoke softly in reference to the gap of space between her and the armrest of the sofa. she thought it was implied that he would accompany her in her placement, seeing as the plan was to watch the movie together, but evidently it wasn’t. he felt his palms moisten slightly, the idea of sitting so close only further contributing to the anxiety he was beginning to feel.

“okay- yeah, thanks,” he nods, forcing out a nervous laugh before making taking two long strides over and sitting down as lightly as his weight would allow. he wiped his hands on his jean as discretely as possible to rid them of the sweat, but she notices. letting her eyes scan over his features, she began to feel a little guilty for even convincing him to this point; his eyebrows slightly furrowing as he chewed gently at the inside of his pink lips.

“we don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to,” she offers sweetly, watching as he turned to meet his dark eyes with hers, his sterling hair sparkling gently from the glow of the television. he was close enough to smell the spearmint gum on her breath, the air cold and tingly, the scent alone sending a chill down his spine.

“tuh, what? no, i want to,” he scoffs, slightly tilting his head back, his face exaggeratedly animated, “i’m just worried about you, y’know - getting scared or… something.” she smiled amusedly at his blatant theatrics, shaking her head. “i’ve seen it like a hundred times, i’ll be fine,” she laughs, humorously going along with his obvious deflection.

peter glanced at the dimply lit screen, the ‘it’ she referred to being ‘the conjuring 2’. she had offered for him to pick what film they watched, as long as it was horror, hoping that would make him feel better about watching one at all. he had ran his slender fingers along the spines of the dvd covers on the rack, stopping when he noticed two with similar names; ‘the conjuring’ and ‘the conjuring 2’. he had asked y/n which of the pair was scariest, to which she said, in her opinion, the first was much better. with that, the movie in reference was placed right back where he found it and the second was slid into the player.

“cool, cool,” he nodded, his eyes darting around the mostly pitch black room, tapping his long fingers on his thighs. “ooo!” y/n exclaimed suddenly, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin. she gasped with wide eyes, covering her mouth with a hand - partially in shock and partially to keep from laughing, placing the other on his bicep.

“i’m sorry,” a smile inevitably broke across her face and peter dramatically exhaled, a small smile twitching at the ends of his lips, “my bad, i just- i remembered i have some popcorn in the pantry, i didn’t mean to- i’m sorry.” even through his moment of shock, peter found it adorable how excited she could be over things as small as a bag of popcorn; it was admirable.

her giggles provoked a laugh of his own to escape from his throat as he ran a hand over his face. “seriously,” y/n insisted again as her laughs began to die down, “we can watch something else.” she could tell just how on edge he was already, and they hadn’t even pressed ‘play’ yet. peter shook his head once more, waving his hand in a dismissive manner. he knew how much she had looked forward to watching a movie with him - a scary movie, as she had poked fun at him about it all day and he didn’t want to be the one to ruin that.

“no, it’s fine, i’m like, a super big strong man… i lift weights and… stuff - this is nothing,” he humors, pulling an exaggerated faux look of ‘macho’ just to make her laugh, which she does. he smiles. “okay, ‘big strong man’, why don’t i-,” she starts, but he quickly cuts her off. “uh-uh, super big strong man. that part is, like, very important,” he corrects, watching as her eyes darted between his eyes and down to his lips once or twice as she smiled in adoration.

“very important, huh?” she challenges and he agrees quickly with a small smirk, “yes, very important.” she playfully rolls her eyes before continuing, “my apologies, ‘super big strong man who lifts weighs and stuff’ - why don’t we turn on a lamp or something?” she finishes, laughing her way through the words, and he nods slightly, the idea of some form of light in the darkness of the room bringing comfort.

“yeah… yeah, ‘cause you’re, like, totally horrified of the dark, right?” he mumbles jokingly, and she seemlessly follows along. sighing emphatically, she pulls a face of mock seriousness and leans in slightly, placing an elbow on the top of the couch and resting her chin on her hand before whispering, “you weren’t supposed to find out this way.”

peter lets out a genuine, wholehearted laugh, his smile fully displaying the dimple in his cheek - he appreciated her humor and quick-witted nature, it paired perfectly with his. she reciprocates the show of emotion, laughing softly before standing to her feet and shuffling her way into the kitchen. she flicks on the small light above the stove before rummaging through the pantry.

she finds the lone pack of uncooked popcorn nestled between boxes of pasta, swiftly snatching it out of it’s slot. she sheds the plastic and pops it into the microwave, timing it for two minutes. she then tosses her gum into the garbage before leaning against the counter. she began thinking for a moment on how to ease the gloom of the living room, for peter’s sake, as the sound of popping fills the space.

“oh!” she exclaims again enthusiastically, pushing herself off the granite surface and pulling open a drawer, rummaging through the contents. “what?!” peter yells from the living room, her sudden outburst spooking him again. she’s grabs a readily sealed four-pack of tealights, far too focused on the task at hand to process him calling out to her. he appears instantly in the doorway, his breathing slightly heavy and a look of concerned fear etched into his features. “what happened?” he asks, watching intently from the doorway with furrowed eyebrows, glancing behind him once or twice - just to be safe.

she glimpsed over her shoulder, stifling a laugh and sending him a sympathetic smile. “nothing - sorry, i just thought of something,” she turns back to the counter and rips the lights out of the plastic and cardboard, using the tip of her nail to flick each individual switch on. peter stalks up behind her, the front of his sculpted right shoulder lightly pressing against the back of her left one. “you’ve gotta stop doing that - especially when i’m in the dark,” he mumbled warmly, playfully pushing against her with a closed-lipped smile on his face. she laughs softly, “i thought you weren’t scared of the dark?”

she turns to face him, the collection of tealights grasped in her hands, the radiance seeping between her fingers glowing softly on her face. peter takes in the sight, his heart squeezing slightly at how just beautiful and full of life she was, the light only further highlighting the fact. “i’m not,” he charms, a small smirk pulling at his lips, “i’m scared of girls screaming while i’m in the dark - big difference.” she nods dramatically, a stand of her hair falling over her forehead as she does, “mmm, okay, that checks out.”

“what’s that?” he quips, nodding his head in a downwards motion to point at the bright hue emitting from her palms. “these,” she raises her hands slightly to meet between the tip of her nose and the bottom of his lip, “are tealights - bought ‘em when we did the pumpkins, remember?” he hums, smiling softly at the not-so-distant memory, “i do.” y/n appreciated the luminescence of the plastic candles casting a warm sheet over peter’s face, the mistakably black hue of his eyes now an obvious, deep chocolate brown - his glacial toned hair capturing the luster.

“i thought they’d make a better light than a lamp - figured it would be too bright,” she explains, “plus, they’re kinda spooky,” she noted, playfully wiggling her eyebrows. peter gazes down into her sparkling orbs, the illumination from her palms enhancing colors and hues he’s not sure he’s ever seen before. “sooo spooky,” he adds monotonously, as his focus on the contents of the conversation was bleak, almost in a trance at the sight before him. his eyes followed the curve of her jawline down to the pout of her softly rounded lips, sliding up the slope of her nose and locking back onto her eyes.

he watched as her eyes were already reciprocating the action, flickering from his own, down to his lips, and back again. he doesn’t want to rush anything - to force it, but the urge to plant his mouth on hers is stronger than anything he’s felt in a while. maybe, he’s misreading the unspoken words between the two, but with y/n’s face slowly finding it’s way closer to his, he’s confident that maybe he wasn’t.

a loud series of beeps sound from the microwave, reality forcing it’s way back in and breaking the rope of tension wrapped tightly around their chests. y/n blinked a couple times while leaning away and stepping back from peter, a small close-lipped smile on her face as she internally mourned the loss of proximity. she spins on her heels, moving the lights into a single hand, and using the other to retrieve the movie snack from the appliance.

“could you grab the big bowl from the cabinet down there?” she requests quietly, motioning her head in it’s direction. peter silently obliges, his head still slightly reeling from the close encounter - should he have taken the initiative and kissed her? did she even want to kiss him? if he did, would it have been a good one? would he have met her standards? maybe, she’d hate it and never want to kiss him, or see him, again - he doesn’t like the idea of that.

“i got it,” peter offers, grabbing the bag from between her fingers with a small, amused smile after watching her attempt to open it with her already full hands. she smiles sheepishly and observes as he rips open the paper bag, pouring the steaming yellow and white buttered popcorn into the bowl and tossing the empty pouch in the trash can.

“let’s go,” she chirps happily, making her way to the doorway before stopping abruptly at the light switch, turning to see peter waiting expectantly behind her. “what?” he asked, eyes slightly widened in question, quirking his head to the side. “i gotta shut the light off, so…” she trails away, a glint of amusement in her eyes. peter’s lips form an ‘o’ as he nods, his naturally sarcastic demeanor surfacing when he says, “riiight, i’ll go first ‘nd y’know, scope out the scenery - make sure it’s safe.”

y/n watches humorously as he made his way into the living room, flicking off the switch before following behind him. “okay, okay, look,” she rushes excitedly, placing the tealights in a row on the coffee table and stepping back to take in the view. peter smiles at her authentic enthusiasm; he finds it incredibly sweet and pure. “whatcha think?” she ask eagerly, turning to see him already sitting back in his place on the couch with the bowl beside him, slightly slouched with his knees spread wide.

his eyes trail down her illuminating figure, drinking in the shadows of her curves and softness of her edges. “perfect,” he answers, more-so to himself, before snapping his dark eyes back to her face. “it’s perfect,” he corrects himself, hoping she didn’t catch his subliminal admission upon absentmindedly analyzing her body. she doesn’t… maybe.

“awesome,” she cheered, making her way over to the couch and plopping down in her previous spot, tucking her legs underneath herself again and pulling the plush blanket up to her waist. she grabs the bowl from between them and elevates it a foot or so, draping the additional half of the blanket over peter’s lap, before setting the bowl back down, casually tossing a few of the popped kernels in to her mouth. he glances down at himself, then over to her, watching as she clutched the tv’s remote and navigated her way through the opening menu.

the gesture of blanketing him was small, possibly irrelevant, but it made his heart pound a little harder in his chest. he found it oddly intimate and personal, savoring the small act of affection. she knew if she had asked if he’d like to share it, he would undoubtedly say no; not because he didn’t want to, but because he would feel as though he’s intruding into her space, which she knew.

“need anything before we start?” she quips, peering over at him to find he was already staring at her, his metallic tresses falling pristinely over his forehead and behind his ears. “don’t think so,” he responded, his demeanor surprisingly calm as the moment he’s been anticipating all week was here. she nods, leaning back and making herself comfortable before pressing ‘play’.

within the first three minutes, peter was already flinching and releasing strings of curse words, the sound of a loud gunshot sounding during a fairly quiet scene causing it. “wha- what the hell?! it hasn’t even been a minute!” he gripes exasperatedly and y/n does anything but hold in her laughter. “peter,” she starts, staring at him as his bewildered eyes were locked on the television, “if that was enough to scare you… you’re not making it through the movie.” she giggles as he slightly turns his head towards here before tearing his eyes away from the screen and meeting hers, “i-i wasn’t scared, it… it was just loud. it was a natural reaction,” he reasons, almost whining at the end, a small smile tugging at his lips.

for the next two hours, y/n enjoyed spending her time munching on their snack and peering out of the corner of her eyes to watch peter’s reactions when she knew a jump-scare was coming. watching as his eyebrows grew closer together and his lips would slightly part, eyes wide when he could just sense something was about to happen, was undoubtably the most enjoyable part.

“why… why would you do that, don’t- don’t go in there, wha-,” he questioned aloud to the film before turning to her briefly, “do they just want to die?” he turns back to the screen, before mumbling, “could never be me…” the genuinely confused expression on his face and seriousness in his voice was absolutely comical yet, relatable. y/n learned early on as a young child, when she first started indulging in horror, as peter soon would too, that it’s part of the nature; people in horror movies don’t make smart choices.

at one point, within the midst of an intense scene as tension built up eerily in the atmosphere, y/n observed silently as peter looked the most terrified he’d been since the moment the movie started. his hand was over his mouth, the tips of his fingers resting just underneath his eye as he held his breath. he watched as crosses mounted on walls twisted upside down gradually, feeling the now familiar burn in his stomach as the as the camera panned. he knew what was coming - he knew someone, or something, was likely going to jump out of the darkness lurking in the corner, so he braced himself.

yet, somehow, even with the mental preparation, he yelps - yelps, when a sullen man emerges suddenly from the void, lunging for the little girl in red. y/n admittedly jumps as well at the unexpected sound, quickly placing a hand comfortingly on his bare bicep and rubbing it along his goosebumps. “peter,” she laughs out teasingly, sympathy laced in her tone as she did so. he turns to her with his pink lips opened wide, moving them like a fish out of water as he tried to conjure up the words to excuse away his outburst, coming up with nothing. frankly, he was embarrassed, a pink hue creeping up his cheeks and warming his face. with the combination of her soft hands resting on his arm and sheer humiliation, he was stunned. the skin beneath her fingers was burning in the best way possible, and he felt his chest tighten at the contact.

even in the dim light of the screen still playing and the warm light emitting from the direction of the table, she noticed the rosy color adorning his pale skin. “it’s okay,” she pressed, still laughing slightly as she did, sliding her fingers down the length of his long arm and resting them on the back of his hand that was flat on top of his thigh, “even ‘super big strong men’ get scared sometimes,” she jokes quietly, looking up at him kindly. he smiles, grateful for her willingness to ease the moment with her humor. “i wouldn’t say i was scared,” he adds, smirking lightly when she rolled her head to the side dramatically, a look of faux disbelief on her face. “no?” she challenges, almost flirtatiously, and sits up slightly, her hand never leaving the top of his.

“tuh, no, i just- i was a little…surprised, that’s all,” he nods, continuing to fein nonchalance, a smile creeping it’s way onto his face. “mmm, yeah- no, understandable,” she nods along, her lips mirroring his as she lightly rubbed her thumb over the bone of his wrist. she kept it there casually, averting her attention back to the movie while absentmindedly feathering her digits over his skin. the motion sends small jolts of electricity up his arm, each pulsing directly into his chest.

his attention was no longer on the movie, but on the girl who was now laid back on the couch beside him, scanning over her dimly lit features. he then stared down at his hand, watching as her slender fingers continued to slowly swirl over his knuckles. he felt his own almost twitch, the desire to turn his hand over and engulf her’s becoming overwhelmingly strong. he wanted to, truly, but the fear of being rejected was far too strong. the last thing he’d ever want to do was scare her away from him and ruin such a good thing.

meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, she felt exactly the same. she wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of his palm encasing hers - to drag herself closer to him and lean against his warm, defined shoulder, feeling the vibrations as they flowed through his body when he spoke or laughed. she didn’t want to move too fast or make him uncomfortable, but she was more than ready to simply just be closer; nothing too crazy or explicit, although she’s almost convinced she wouldn’t protest. they hadn’t been dating long, only knowing of each for a mere three weeks before he’d asked her out, to which she promptly agreed. their cohesion was instant, and they both felt themselves bonding and developing a connection at a scarily rapid pace. that’s what made them both so wary - each thinking the other would find it incredibly strange if they knew just how deep into things they already were.

peter was always confident, his casual and straight-forward persona making it easy to clarify what he wanted and how he felt, in every and all contexts. but this was different - he felt like he had to be calculated and cautious with every word and movement for both of their sake’s, not wanting to unintentionally turn things sour with his growing desire for the girl as a whole, and now, it was showing.

‘just do it,’ he thought to himself, feeling his nerves rise over something so simple, ‘she’s already touching you.’ he knows his logic is seemingly sound - if the idea of his contact was as repulsive as he feared, she wouldn’t be where she is, doing what she was. he thinks back to nearly an hour ago to the two of them in the kitchen, remembering the way she looked at him with soft eyes while gradually closing the distance between them; she seemed willing - wanting. his eyes flicker between her face and hand nervously, unsure if he would regret his decision and, before he could convince himself to do otherwise, he flips his hand over underneath hers and gently laces his fingers in between her smaller ones. he watches her face carefully as he does so, her head turning away from the screen and towards him.

she glanced at their intertwined fingers, a warmth tingling up her arm and dispersing throughout her entire body at the sight. his palm was slightly rough yet, somehow, perfectly soft, and despite the difference in sizes, they fit together seamlessly. a subtle, closed lip smile spread across her face and she squeezed him lightly - this being enough to begin settling the ache in his stomach - confirming that his choice was the right one.

they continued to watch their movie in a comfortable silence - or as silent as it could be with peter letting out small gasps here and there. y/n would just laugh to herself, tracing different shapes and swirls on his skin with her thumb to comfort him. he found that the movie didn’t feel as scary anymore, the feeling of her skin on his leaving him almost disassociated from what he was seeing, his head feeling as though it was floating above his body. inevitably, the movie comes to an end, the credits rolling endlessly down the television before returning to the dvd’s main menu. he felt a subtle sadness tugging at him at the idea of releasing her from his grasp, wanting nothing more than to hold her as long as he could. hell, he’d watch her entire shelf worth of horror movies that same night if it meant they could stay that exact way for just a little longer.

she sighs contently before using her free hand to grab the remote from beside her and powering the screen off. the room grows noticeably darker, the bleak radiance of the tealights no longer as useful as before. she shifts in her place, fully facing peter as her eyes slightly strain to make-out his features. “do you have to go?” she speaks softly, acknowledging it was late. he glances at his watch, mentally notating that it was nearing midnight before resting his head back on the cushion behind him, rolling his head to the side, meeting eyes with y/n. typically, he’d say ‘yes’, never wanting to overstay his welcome, and y/n knew that around this time was when they would part ways. but this time, he tells the truth. he slowly shakes his head for a second, taking a shallow breath, before simply answering, “no.”

there was something - an indescribable something about that moment that y/n couldn’t put her finger on, but it was there. maybe it was the yearning glint in his eyes as he stared down at her through the darkness, or maybe it was the way the inflection of his ‘no’ almost said ‘not if you don’t want me to’ but a painfully overwhelming urge to kiss his bubblegum lips until they were sore came over her. she found herself releasing his hand and sitting up straight, inching her body closer to his, a rush of confidence and certainty coursing through her veins. the loss of contact prompted him to quickly glance down at his now cold, empty hand but before he had the time to process it, her fingers softly encased his chin, directing it towards towards herself, before leaning in and pressing her mouth against his.

he’s taken aback slightly, his eyes widening in surprise, but it takes him no time at all to recalibrate and press his lips back onto hers firmly. her lips were warm and soft, like pillows incasing his own, and he savored the taste of popcorn still lingering on her mouth. his hand instinctively slides onto her waist, his fingers tips slightly slipping under her top - conscious not to be too rough or invasive. their heart rates were simultaneously increasing, the fresh scent of her conditioner flooding his nose causing his head to spin as some of her locks fell messily beside her temples.

she snakes her fingers up his jawline and into his silver hair, resting them at his darker roots before deepening the kiss. her mouth opens slightly, allowing peter’s tongue to swiftly slip inside, evidently eager and desperate, as his nose brushed against hers. as the intensity increases, their breathing grows heavier, pulling away from each other every so often to pant for air, before avidly meeting again in the middle. minutes feel like mere seconds, and peter swears he could do this for hours.

their breathing was labored, the amount of breaks to gasp for air decreasing, and their entire bodies felt like they were on fire. y/n finally breaks away from his wet lips, his mouth left agape as his hand slipped from her waist. his eyes flickered between hers and down to her huffing mouth before lightly grabbing her chin and pulling her back in, wanting just a little more before it ended. he feels her smiling into the kiss, and he smiles too, making it hard to keep their mouths flush together. he pulls away, his hand still holding her in place, before placing a final kiss to the corner of her mouth and softly brushing his thumb over her lips. she watches as his small smile grows into a bright one, adoring just how cute he was with his dimple nestled in his cheek.

“so… how was the movie?” she asked quietly, laughing breathily at the blatant contrast of their nature between then and now, watching him intently. he laughs along, his metallic hair messy from her previous rummaging with some haphazardly draped over his face. he glanced at the television before his eyes met hers again, with slightly swollen lips, asking, “can we watch another?”

#peter maximoff #quicksilver #evan peters #x men #marvel #agatha all along #peter maximoff x reader #quicksilver xmen #quicksilver x reader

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personapeters · 28 days ago

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is there anything as important as evan in a suit? (the answer is no)

#evan peters

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personapeters · 28 days ago

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the way he looks genuinely concerned is so funny 😭😭

#evan peters

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personapeters · 1 month ago

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personapeters’s masterlist ⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

disclaimer: some writings uploaded contain mature 18+ contents and themes. please use caution and consume at your own risk.

short stories

⟢ tate langdon • time (18+) ▫

⟢ kyle spencer • stitches (18+) ▫ far from home (sfw) ▫

head cannons

⟢ kyle spencer • bf!kyle (sfw) — part one || part two ▫

one-shots

⟢ evan peters • facetime (sfw) ▫

⟢ kyle spencer • scholars (18+) ▫

⟢ peter maximoff • jumpscare (sfw) ▫

⟢ warren lipka • cuffed (18+) ▫

⟢ brian quinn • off the clock (sfw) ▫

song scripts (one-shots)

⟢ none yet!▫

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personapeters · 1 month ago

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𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

— an evan peters one shot

✰ its 2012 and y/n’s boyfriend, evan, is away — busy with his first day on set for ‘ahs: asylum’ and facetimes her on his break.

rating: sfw — contents: kissing, fluff, eating struggle mention

her heart expectantly races in her chest as she anticipates the soon-to-be incoming call; she doesn’t know why she’s so nervous, all she knows is that she is. her palms sweat and her stomach flutters every single time; online, in person- it didn’t matter how.

seeing his face and hearing his voice was never anything short of bliss; the kind you’d only ever experience in a dream. she waited and waited for what felt like eternity until suddenly, it comes. the familiar ringing sounds from her phone and suddenly it’s the loudest noise she’s ever heard; her nerves seemingly amplifying volume. she picks up her phone from where it was laying face down on her thigh, the screen reading:

‘evan<3 would like to facetime…’

she sits up quickly in her bed, propping her phone on one of her many pillows before shakily hitting accept. the call says ‘connecting…’ for a matter of seconds, only further building the anticipation. she takes advantage of the time to quickly adjust her top, and take note of the time (ten thirty-four pm), before raking her fingers through her hair, reaching to flick on her lamp and-

“hey,” his comfortingly familiar voice sounded through the small speakers breathily, as if he released a while speaking. the audio was slightly muffled by the cushioning of her bed but that didn’t stop her stomach from doing a million different twists and twirls upon hearing him speak. he wears an impossibility sweet close-lipped smile softly on his unmistakably tired features; he was just so grateful to see his girl.

“hi,” she smiles, taking in the entirety of his appearance. his broad chest was adorned in a plain black t-shirt, lips as pink as ever, eyes dark and gaze slightly hazy, his shiny brown curls floppily cascading over his forehead. brown.

she smiles a bit wider at the sight of his newly colored hair. it hasn’t been brown for over a year now, leading back to far before they started dating. he bleached it continuously over the course of filming the first season of his current show; his character being a dirty blonde. he was a deliciously sexy blonde, don’t get her wrong, she’s convinced he’d look good with any color. but, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss the sweet, warm, natural brunette she had met him in two years ago.

he noticed her seemingly infatuated expression, raising one of his perfectly sculpted eyebrows. “what?” he laughed, a hint of awkwardness within the question. he didn’t mind her looking at him, hell, he loved looking at her, but after too long of anyones stare, self consciousness kicks in and suddenly he feels exposed.

it would happen often during talk shows or interviews as well, where he felt like he was the lone spectacle of judgment and observation, where quite literally, all eyes were on him. it was live; raw, no room for mistakes. he would squirm in his place, sometimes laying his hands over his lap, nervously rubbing them across his thighs or crossing his legs subconsciously, shielding himself from the outside.

“nothing- nothing,” she shook her head, “you just- your hair, i like it.” the grainy quality of the tiny phone and poor connection wasn’t enough to hide the small rosy tint that made it’s way to his cheeks. he smiles, huffing air out of his perfectly slanted nose with a laugh, swiping his brown locks off his forehead with his long, slender fingers while he spoke, “oh yeah, yeah thank you, uh, my stylist did it morning,” he briefly checks his reflection in his laptop screen, “i’m still kinda getting used to it.”

she nods as he speaks, her eyes never leaving her phone as she inventively listened and smiled, which never went without notice. he’s always loved just how undivided her attention was when it came to him, it made him feel important; special. she made him feel like everything he said was the most fascinating thing she’s ever heard, and she always let him know it.

“well, i think it looks perfect,” she shrugs lightly, watching as he looked down at his hands and smiled before he quietly replied, “thank you.”

he always shyed away and became a little… awkward when given a compliment, or really any positive form of attention; her being no exception. he appreciated it, truly, but sometimes he just didn’t know how to accept it; maybe he felt he was undeserving.

she prayed that wasn’t the case. someone as pure and light and down to earth and genuine and loving and- the list could go on forever; someone like him deserves to be shown love, and deserves to truly believe they were worthy and deserving.

his reluctance to accepting kindness and acknowledgment in the form of flattery was habit of his she was trying to break, if you could even call it that. she knows it would take time, and she was willing to give it to him; all of it, if that’s what it took. she wanted to teach him how to not only acknowledge words of praise and congratulations, but to accept them and believe them.

“so,” she quips, his head rising quickly to meet his macbook screen, his newly dyed hair slightly swaying over one of his dark brown eyes, “how’s it feel to be back on a set?” she smiles enthusiastically, “everyone doing okay? sarah, jessica, lily?”

his heart swells at the question, adoring how involved and inclusive she was. he absolutely loved that she knew the names of his co-stars, and loved it even more that she cared enough to ask about them.

he was truly in love with the nature and pureness of her heart; the entirety of her being was something exceptional. from the day they met, every time their paths intertwined briefly in between, all the way up until now; she’s shown him time and time again how her soul was authentic and unwavering.

“yeah- yeah, it’s amazing, i-uh, i got to read over some of the first episode’s script this morning, it’s… incredible and, yeah- ryan and brad have been really good with helping get everyone, kinda, back into the swing of things and-uh, answering any questions we have and, y’know, allowing us to give our input on different things and- and taking our voices into consideration. they always do, y’know, make sure we’re heard and understood and-and yeah… yeah it’s been awesome so far,” he smiles brightly, gazing mindlessly at the wall behind the laptop as he reflects back on his day, admiration shimmering deep within his brown eyes.

“and-uh, the girls,” he continues, his gaze back on the computer before him, “i… i actually haven’t seen too much of ‘em yet, we’ve all kinda just been in and out of our trailers all day. we don’t start filming ‘till next week so-uh, yeah, today’s just been fittings, visualizing, some rehearsing; all that good stuff,” he smiles tightly, internally cringing when he though about just how long he’s been babbling on for.

y/n adores it, god does she ever. she’s endlessly infatuated with how mentally, physically and emotionally invested into his craft he was. he has a passion, and an endlessly burning flame for it, pouring every drop of his existence into his work. it was beyond evident on screen, the way he allows his characters to completely engulf him; he transforms into each and every role flawlessly, proving just how talented he really is.

it was admirable, yet… concerning at times. he’d seldom put his own wellbeing before his work. she tried with every chance she got to remind him to slow down; figure out what he needs before pushing himself any further. he’d tell her he’s okay, that he loves how much she cares, and that he’d try his best abide by her wishes to the best of his ability but he could never fulfill them.

yet, she knew it brought him immense joy and a sense purpose like no other; watching the glow in his eyes as spoke so intimately and passionately about the people and creations surrounding him was nothing short of magical. he was magic.

with no exaggeration, she could quite literally listen to him speak all day and night, about any and everything. whether it be his trials and tribulations of being a young actor in the limelight, or the intricacies and difficulties of playing the acoustic guitar; he gave everything his all.

“visualizing?” she asks with a brow playfully raised in a questioning manner, unsure as to what the word means within the context. “yeah… yeah, it’s basically just like… getting into character; learning about them. stuff like-uh, their background, how they dress, move and talk- thoughts, feelings, emotions. it’s to sorta… connect with them, y’know? helps you step into their body- makes it authentic,” he finishes, waving his hands in the air in front of his chest as he spoke; she loved how animated he was.

“mmm, i see,” she hums in response, nodding as she listens with a small smile never leaving her lips. “that’s really cool, evan,” she replies genuinely, not a hint of sarcasm or humor in her tone; she was dead serious. she watched as he pursed his pink lips while furrowing his arched brows together, head slightly tilted. “what is?” he asks, laughing lightly, leaning forward in his seat to rest his arms on the table.

“just- all of it, everything; you,” she answers simply, feeling her heart warm as she watched him slightly turn away to smile. “you think i’m cool, yeah?” he jokes with a small smirk, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek.

she rolls her eyes lightly before nodding, “oooh yeeeah,” she laughs, dragging her words, a knowing look pulling over her features, “all the cool guys wear ducky socks,” she playfully mocks, having a strong inclination that maybe he’d be wearing just that. she didn’t think he would remember, but she really hoped he did.

about a month into dating, the pair were casually strolling through their local mall, deciding to make something out of the day they both had free; although, neither would have minded at all if they simply spent the day at one of their two homes, sticking to movies or board games or even nothing at all, just eachother; that would work too.

• 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 • three months ago •

the temperature peaked around ninety-one degrees that day, yet evan was still heavily clad in a black hoodie and a baseball cap to match, his eyes covered by his dark sunglasses. it wasn’t ideal, but the last time he tried attending a public space with some friends, they very quickly had to take themselves right back home.

despite not being able to see most of his face, y/n though it was insanely beautiful how his dirty blonde curls poked out of their cover every which way, messily wrapping around the perimeter of his soft, pale face. it was symbolic; every piece of art deserved a golden frame.

they strolled aimlessly around the mall, fingers intertwined tightly, his thumb occasionally rubbing circles on the back of her hand. they wandered about like this for a little over half an hour, stopping once or twice when something caught their eye; but for the most part, walking, talking and people watching was satisfactory.

that was, until they came across a random novelty shop, tucked away in a secluded corner, full of colorful, miscellaneous nicknacks and useless ‘as seen on tv’ products that they have most definitely never seen on tv. it took no time at all for the two to come to a wordless, mutual agreement; they had to look inside.

they wandered up and down each and every isle, whispering, pointing and laughing at the endless displays of completely ridiculous and likely- no, most definitely pointless items. toilet shaped piggy banks, phallic shaped gummies, pickle flavored lip-gloss; all fun to look at; nothing they’d want to take home.

that was until evan’s hands found the ends of a pair of bright blue socks, decorated with sun-yellow rubber ducks, all styled with different neon colored hairdos and various accessories like glasses, mustaches and top hats.

“woah, check these out,” he laughs, sliding them off the metal pole that held them up before turning to show his girlfriend. “no way,” she gawked, laughing lightly under her breath, flipping them over to look at them from the back, new variations and combinations appearing. evan flipped the label around, reading that they were called ‘dapper duckies’ and, if he was being honest, these were sick.

“twenty bucks says you won’t wear ‘em out tonight,” he challenges, a subtle smirk playing on his full, pink lips, her jaw dropping in fein disbelief as she scoffs. tonight, they had some simple dinner plans with evan’s brother and his girlfriend at a fairly nice restaurant. this would also serve as her first time ever meeting anyone from evan’s family; that would be a hard pass.

she raises an eyebrow playfully, “twenty, huh? that’s all me sacrificing my pride is worth to you?” he smiles, shaking his head ‘no’, fully believing that it wouldn’t affect her pride in the slightest. in fact, he’s confident in the idea that she’d unironically love to wear them at home or even to the gym, just not to meet his family.

“forty says you won’t,” she rebuttals, lightly pressing his firm chest with her finger, unaware that their thoughts on the matter were alike. she knew evan would wear them in a heartbeat just because he could. hell, he’d buy them now and walk out the store in them if she challenged him enough. he’d genuinely enjoy it; he’d own it. for someone who grew as shy and timid as often as he, he was also very expressive and unapologetically himself at the same time. it was a beautiful thing to see.

“alright- okaaay, how about…” he thinks of an ultimatum, not wanting to give in that easily, pouting his lips out slightly as he did so. “rock-paper-scissors, loser… loses,” he finished, staggering on the last word and awkwardly laughing at himself. she laughed along, rubbing his arm at she did, smiling at just how endearingly awkward be could be.

“fine, but when i win-,” she starts, but he quickly cuts her off. “when you win?” he questioned slowly, gradually closing the space between them, his hips lightly pressing just above hers; he was always down for some ‘friendly’ competition.

she nods, gazing upwards at his taller frame a solid foot above her own, reaching a hand up and slowly sliding his shaded glasses down to the tip of his slender nose with her index finger. she stared him directly in his dark brown eyes before repeating herself, “when… i win, you have to wear them your first day in ventura; the whole day.” she finished, a giddy smile creeping onto her face at the idea of him walking around on-set with the little yellow ducks hidden just underneath his pant legs. she imagines him showing them off his to his co-stars and crew; smiling wider at the idea of him mentioning his girlfriend being the reason he has them.

he held back a smile, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek, while sliding his hand over his mouth and down his chin before nodding, “yeah… yeah, alright.”

• 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 •

his jaw dropped slightly, fighting back a smile as he not-so-secretly glanced under the table, double checking to confirm he was, in fact, wearing them. he knew he was; he knew for months now that he would be, not allowing it to be something that he forgets. she could tell by the look on his face that she was right, and waves of buzzing warmth ran it’s course through her body at the realization; he remembered.

it’s been months, neither of the two mentioning his loss or him upholding his end of the deal and yet, he did. she really liked- no, loved the fact he made a promise and he kept it, even over something as silly and small and essentially irrelevant as socks. she didn’t have to remind or try and coerce him; he did it on his own, because he wanted to.

evan smiles softly to himself, remembering the day he lost two-zero in game of ‘rock-paper-scissors’ all too well. y/n won the first round and he begged for it to be a ‘best two out of three’ game. “okaaay,” she had sing-songed, and something told him this wouldn’t end in his favor; he was right. she offered him a chance to try and claim the third point, simply out of pity, but he said losing three-zero would just be far too embarrassing.

he’s surprised she even remembered after all this time, thinking the deal would have been long forgotten and boiled down to a minuscule part of the memory of that day; a thing of the past, but no. she remembered it too, just as he did, and for some reason that made his stomach flutter. maybe, it’s because he felt as though she too, carried that time- that day, like a souvenir on the ever growing shelf of their togetherness; like it was something worth remembering.

maybe he’s just being silly or maybe he’s a little too sentimental, but he couldn’t have imagined leaving his temporary home at four-thirty this morning without them on. he made sure before he left his home back in the city where his lover resides that they were safely tucked away in one of the many zippered pockets on his suit case; he’d been looking forward to it for so long, he couldn’t mess it up this close. and he didn’t.

he’s snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing y/n yawn, watching as shuffled around the bed, picking up her phone from where it was propped on a pillow before softly crashing down on her side, pulling the blankets up to her chin. she stares down at the screen blankly, her hair messily framing her face, blinking slowly, watching him as he watches her. they sit in silence for a moment or two, each pair of eyes focused on the other, and, after his nerves calming significantly from the rush of seeing her face and simply speaking to her, he didn’t mind it.

“you eat?” she asks suddenly, or at least tries, her voice slightly quieter and slower in pace than before; evidently tired. “hmm?” he responds, furrowing his eyebrows and pulling the computer closer to him, not exactly catching what she said through her drowsy speech. he rests his chin in his palm, holding himself up with an elbow as he awaits her response.

“did you eat today?” she repeats, yawning and lightly rubbing at her eyes, feeling them start to ache. truthfully, he hasn’t, but he couldn’t tell her that; he doesn’t want her to worry. foods and beverages are always fresh and readily available on set, but he just didn’t want any, hunger a seldom feeling.

he’d just rather spend all his allotted time running lines and initiating discussions with the on-scene production; he’ll eat when he makes it back to the apartment, assuming he isn’t too tired to do so or maybe in the morning when breakfast is catered; either way, he’d be fine.

“yeah, baby…” he trails off softly, watching closely as she struggles to keep her eyes open. he wants to ask her too; all the time actually. it’s something he used to do quite often; always asking for when the last time she ate at was, if she wanted him to bring her anything, what snacks was she craving. eventually, she asked him to stop altogether, saying she doesn’t want him focusing on her eating until he focuses on his. it took him back a bit, but he understood the reasoning; it was valid.

she knows his eating habits are poor, and it’s not that he can’t eat, he just doesn’t. she had asked him before why he found it so crucial that she was eating, and the expected answer was ‘for your health’ and ‘i just want to make sure you’re okay’. she followed up by asked him why he didn’t apply that same ruling to himself, to which he didn’t have an answer. he, for some reason, sees his own health as an option, and not a priority. that’s something she is not she was willing to allow or compromise on.

he watches closely as she slips further and further into sleep, and right now, he wanted was nothing more than to be laying flush behind her, softly running hands over her warm thighs, planting kisses in her hair and on her shoulders as she drifts off to sleep in his arms. he missed her scent, and hearing her voice in person. he missed absentmindedly twirling her hair between his slender fingers while they’d lie in bed, kissing the corners of her lips tenderly over and over and over again, swiping the taste of her coconut chapstick off his own with his tongue. fuck, there was nothing he didn’t miss.

he felt his chest ache as he thought harder and harder about it; he missed her more than life and it’s only been two days. two. more specifically, two mornings and one night. he couldn’t possibly image how he was going to make it until sunday. he wonders if he’s insane; if it’s unhealthy to crave and yearn for someone as strongly as he does. they’ve only officially been together for a fairly short time but he’s known her- of her for so much longer, so maybe it’s not as crazy as he thinks. he supposed only time would tell.

sunday’s were essentially an off-day for all the primary cast members, allowing time for the producers, crew, and executives to tie-up any loose ends and prepare the call sheet for the following week. though, it was never guaranteed. sometimes, they could be called back in if needed, maybe to reshoot a solo scene, do some voice-over recordings, or review any changed or additional lines added to their script. but evan intended on staying on top of everything throughout the week, so come sunday morning, maybe even super late saturday night, he can make the three-and-a-half hour drive back to san diego to hold his girl again.

he knew their time would be far too short, as he had to leave nearly faster than he came, in order to make it to set on time the next morning. but that didn’t deter him, nothing could. it would be short but sweet, and the man planned on savoring every sugar coated second of it; he wanted to come back to with a toothache.

he glanced at the time, eleven-twelve, leaving him three minutes to make it back to the reading-room, another hour and a half of table reading to follow before he can finally make his way to the apartment; only to come right back at seven-thirty the next morning. it wasn’t always going to be this taxing and repetitive; he’s noticed with most productions he’s been a part of that the week before filming was scheduled was usually the most demanding; he just had to make it through.

“love,” he spoke lowly, careful not to startle her. “mmm,” she replied, eyelids fluttering lightly yet remaining closed, shifting softly between the sheets and scrunching her nose- awake, but not fully and god, did he feel his heart clench at the sight. he so desperately wished he could reach through the screen and leave a kiss on the tip of her perfect nose, to run his thumb across her cheek and leave another peck on her lips.

“i gotta go,” he whispered again, listening closely as she hummed lightly in response, likely not processing a word he’s saying- just responding for the sake of it.

“i’ll call you in the morning, baby… please text me when you wake up,” he whispered again; no response. he swiped his slender fingers on his laptops silver trackpad, directing the cursor over the red ‘hang up’ button.

he wasted away another few seconds, watching as her chest rose and fell in perfect rhythm. her lips were perfectly pouted, her arms pulled into her torso and tangled within the blankets, stands of her hair falling like lace across across her face; she absolutely was his standard of beauty.

he glanced at the time and noticed he was already two minutes late, fully aware of the fact he’s the only one prolonging this process. he knew they wouldn’t mind him being at least a few minutes behind, but he minded; a-lot. it was rude, unprofessional, inconsiderate; all things he wasn’t, or at least he tried not to be.

so, without another giving it a second thought, feeling the sudden pressure to pick up the pace grow, he whispers a quick, “sleep well, i love you,” and hangs up the call. he closes his laptop, pushing it backwards on the table before standing from his seat, stretching his arms and legs. he groans as he does, shaking out his hair before flipping it messily to the right, adjusting a few curls into place with his fingers before he-

holy shit, holy fucking shit… there’s actually no way he just- did he just tell her he loves her? after four months of dating? four months. one, two, three, four. he said it out of his very own mouth, to her that he loves her; not to a friend, or his brother or his mom, but to y/n herself.

he takes a deep breath, feeling his skin get hot as he started to panic, the idea of her hearing what he just said and being absolutely repulsed and breaking up with him and blocking him on everything and- god, what was he thinking? he wasn’t. he knows he wasn’t. he was in a rush and it just… slipped out. fuck, that was too much. god, why was he so stupid? he was in a genuine panic.

no, no, it’s fine, she was sleeping… right? or maybe she- no, no, she was asleep, he was sure of it, he saw it with his own eyes; he even spoke to her again and again and she said nothing- nothing. he runs his hands over his face as he tries to collect his thoughts and calm himself down, his eyes frantically scanning the trailer for whatever he needs to bring before he exits; he doesn’t know, he can’t even think straight right now. he takes a few deep breaths, trying to steady his head and focus on the task at hand.

suddenly, only adding to the stinging on his already buzzing and frazzled nerves, a chime sounds from his phone, deep within his pockets. shit, it was definitely someone on the team messaging to ask him where the fuck he was at; he was nearly ten minutes late at this point. he feels terrible imagining everyone else waiting at the table, tired and ready to leave, waiting on him. and here he was, fucking up everything on both ends.

he somehow remembers to grabs his coat, swiftly sliding it over his arms (the air inside the building brutally cold) and zipping it up before snaking his phone out of his pocket, making his way towards the trailer door. he twists the handle, pushing his way outside and quickly shutting it closed behind him.

he skips a few steps on the way down, hitting the concrete with a thump, before jogging towards the main entrance of the building. he glances down at the device in his hand, placing his thumb on the circular, white home button, deciding to shoot a quick text back to let everyone know he was still, at least, a couple minutes away from arriving and being able to deem himself functioning, but he was still coming; it was the least he felt he could do.

he unlocks his phone, frantically swiping and tapping the screen until his texts messages sprung open. he stopped in tracks, breathing heavy and eyebrows furrowed as the message was not at all what he was expecting to see:

from: y/n • today at 11:21pm

i love you too