Hi! Please could you write some angst for Evan Petersā character Kit Walker from the second season of american horror story (asylum), where like Kit and female reader are both inmates in there? Thank you!
Requested by : Anon
Pairings : Kit Walker x Fem ReaderĀ
Universe : American Horror Story
Warnings : Angst, cuss words, shouting, hitting and slut shaming (Dr. Arden to Sister Mary)
This starts with a theird person p.o.v. and later has dialogue
Note : this isnāt assss great but I hope you like it !!
Kit was a new prisoner. But she wasnāt. She was familiar with the rules and impositions in the asylum. She would feel sad for all the new prisoners but once she saw Kit, her eyes melted into his face and suddenly thought that the asylum might not be that bad. But except it was. Her gut feeling had always been so strong.Ā
Sister Mary had started acting weird since the last past few days. She would sneak into the office of Dr. Arden and leave the door a little open.Ā
She was walking through the halls after duties, snuck out. She was feeling adventurous and so she took Kit with her.Ā
āWe canāt be here y/n. Arenāt you familiar with the rules?ā
āCāmon Kit. Donāt be such a buzzkill. Donāt worry the aliens wonāt take you this time. I wonāt let themā she said while turning to him and opened her arms gesturing a hug. He dismissed her sweet little gesture and kept walking till they passed Dr. Ardenās office.
āPsst! y/n come here fastā he gestured her to keep silent and kept his finger to his lips.
His lips, they look so soft. What all had she done in her mind with those lips of his and the smooth talking he does and the way he walks
She walked silently, tip-toeing to Dr. Ardenās office door and stood behind Kit.
āSister Mary Eunice! What a slut you are. Have you no shame walking into my office wearing that robe of yours! Get off of my table and close your fucking legs, you slut!ā
āOh relax Doctor, as if you havenāt thought about me fucking you and you pouding yourself into meā
They heard footsteps from behind and didnāt want to take a chance. Kit and y/n slipped into a small room that hadnāt been occupied in a long time. They walked around the dimly lit room and she sat on the bed. All of this was happening so quietly, not even their breaths were audible. But there was so much tension between them. Y/n was sitting on the bed when Kit walked to her side of the small bed and sat beside her. His hands were exploring the bed, its sheets and her hands.Ā
His eyes were on her hands. They would look so pretty around his neck or holding his own hands
She lighly cleared her throat and said, āSo now Sister Jude wonāt notice?ā
āCāmon y/n. If she sees us she might as well just feed us to Bloody Face.Oh wait. Thatās meā said Kit.
āNo but seriously Kit. Think about it. What if you are bloody face? Would you kill me too?ā She asked him. She shifted just a little closer to him. They were apart yet so close to each other. She could hear his breathing and he could see her breathing.Ā
āWhy would you say that? Do you think I am bloody face?ā he said.
āKit I was just kidding. Calm down.ā she said.
He was still sitting there when he again saidĀ āWhy would I lie about Alma? You know Grace was right about you. You are not a nice person and definitely have no idea when to say whatā. He said all this while whispering and shouting.
āI-i-i am so sorry Kit. Genuinely; like i ne-never thought of it that way. Iām sorry.ā
After a very breif pause, she saidĀ āGrace told you what about me?ā
āWe were just making converstaion about general things in the asylum. Thatās it. You have nothing to worry about. Not like we had sex again.ā
Y/n and Kit were not aĀ āthingā when he and Grace accidentlyĀ made a baby. Grace annoys the hell out of y/n. Especially when she utters Kitās name out of her mouth.Ā
In her stupid accent, that murderer would just blabber about Kit and how he fucked her and not y/n. And now this lady had to be pregnant. What a coincidence. She couldāve easily just beaten herself in the head while they were fucking each other in the kitchen.Ā
āHey hey. It was nothing. It was right after you know we- i- had sexā¦ with her. But it was just that once. She told me stuff about you that you killed her family but i know that it isnāt true. I trust you y/n. Even if itās in this asylumā.
By now, she was furious. Not at Grace, not at the sisters, not her inmates but Kit.Ā
To be honest they were both being totally unreasonable.
āWhen was the last time you spoke to Grace at all?ā
āUh well, just like maybe um two days earlierā he said questioning his own memory.
āWhy?ā
āWhat do you mean by āwhyā? ā
āWhy were you talking to Grace at all?!ā She whisper-shouted at Kit with an angry face.
āWait. So now youāre telling me that I cannot talk to Grace? the mother of my child?ā
āOh my god. Youāre being so dramatic Kit.ā
They were both whisper-shouting at each other that they were so close and could feel each others breaths on their lips.Ā
āI donāt like Grace.ā she said.
āNeither do Iā.
They got so into each other while taking off their clothes when they heard-
āAnd so neither do Iā said another voice. It was Dr. Thredson wearning the Bloody Face mask.The prisoners had a silent deadly facial expressionĀ
a Joel Miller & his Darlin' drabble: Just Wanted To Hear Your Voice
Summary: You go for a night out and your minds wanders back to the man you share a home with. (Post Outbreak)
Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader | Rating:Ā 18+ (MDNI) | Word Count: 1,245
Content Warning: allusions to smut, swearing, Joel & Darlin' being cuddle bugs
Author's Notes: this whole thing is courtesy of @iamasaddie & their prompt challenge. Thank you to @noxturnalpascal for being so sensible in their support and betaing this for me.
The need to socialize was something youād not anticipated to ever feel again. After everything ended, normalcy became fight or flight and socializing for fun was a thing of the past. That is, until you and Joel had settled in Jackson. Being that you now no longer had to wonder where your next meal was coming from or had to keep looking over your shoulder for another threat, things that hadnāt held weight in years were starting to make their way back into your life.
āIām goinā out tonight.ā, you said nonchalantly as you buttoned up your flannel shirt.
Looking up at your reflection, you caught Joel giving you a small smirk as he hoisted himself up from the bed.
He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush with his big middle.
āGoinā out? With who?ā, he said in a hushed tone, pressing kisses to your neck.
āMaria, Dajana, Lisbethā¦ the usual suspects.ā
Ā āAh, ās a girls night out.ā
āYeah. āS why youāre not invited.ā
Joel chuckled and playfully gave your ass a spank.
*****
When youād gotten home from working in the kitchen, youād quickly cleaned up and changed, nervously anticipating something that youād long since given up on ever doing again. You ran down the stairs just as Joel walked in the door and saw you in a dress.
He let out a long, low whistle. āYou sure youāre goinā out, Darlinā?ā
You smiled at him, did a spin to show off your outfit, and Joel licked his lips. He nodded his head at you, and crooned, āGet over here. Need a closer look.ā
The clock on the wall read that you were already in danger of being late, so you shook your finger at him with a smile as you tried to pass him to get to the door. Despite his added weight, he was still quick enough to catch you.
āYou behave tonight. And have fun.ā, he said against your mouth between kisses.
āCanāt do both at the same time, Joel.ā, you teased. Giving him one last kiss, you squirmed out of his grip and scampered out the door.
*****
Youād lost count of how many rounds your table had ordered at the Tipsy Bison, and you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. Feeling the alcohol dampen your senses in a euphoric way, you found yourself lost in thought over how the luxury of letting loose was now something you had.
The conversation at the table moved easily through different topics, starting tame with things like the weather and town events and then slipped into gossip, giggled between sips of beer and bouts of laughter. The subject of sex came up and you sat back with a wide grin as the women went back and forth over just about anything and everything that could potentially fall under the umbrella of sex. One had a complaint about their partner that they expressed in a hilarious anecdote, another regaled the table with a story about almost getting caught by her in-laws giving a blow job. Tears were in your eyes from laugher, and when it was your turn to speak, you paused, keenly aware that Joelās sister-in-law was sitting at the table. Instead of sharing how Joel pulled you apart with almost surgical precision before he fucked you into oblivion, you settled for one of your favourite things about him.
āI love his voice. The way he talks.ā, you smile, looking at your half full glass of beer with a small smile.
āJoel is not what I would a talkative man. You sure weāre talking about the same guy?ā, Lisbeth teased.
āThe man knows exactly what to say.ā, you chuckled, feeling your cheeks heat up. Realizing that everyone at the table assumed you were referring exclusively to Joelās dirty talk, you saved yourself the embarrassment of getting sentimental and stated, āHe saves his daily word count for nocturnal activities.ā
The knowing looks and nods around the table followed by agreement and similar sentiments allowed your mind to wander to Joel. Sure, his bedroom talk was just something else, but his voice -Ā now that was what you loved. The non-verbal sounds he made: the grunts, the huffs, the chuckles, the sighs, the moans, the breaths, the whines, the whimpers, the growls, the humsā¦
Youād learned that Joel was more than the words he said long before you realized you loved him. Just the slight pitch change in a groan was enough to tell you it was safe to push or to retreat. Being allowed to get close enough to learn this about him was not just a point of pride, it was something you cherished. Ā In turn, Joel could read you well enough to know if he could move forward or let you take the lead.
You were shaken from your thoughts by Dajana nudging you with a laugh.
āDaydreaming about that dick, huh?ā
You laughed and agreed, not yet ready to delve into the depths of how bad you had it for Joel. āSpeakinā of ā Iām gonna head out.ā
The women all half-heartedly tried to get you to stay as they one by one all decided to head home. You bid them good night and paid your tab on the way out the door.
*****
āYouāre home early, baby. Everything okay?ā, Joel asked softly with brows furrowed as you walked in. He was sitting in the armchair in front of fire with a small knife and a little wooden giraffe he was carving in his hands.
You said nothing, keeping eye contact as you took off your jacket and walked towards him. He watched you, seeing the telltale haze of beer in your eyes and held his hand out for you. You took it and crawled onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his head against your chest. He wrapped his arms around your middle and held you close, letting out a content hum and your heart swelled. The rhythm of his breaths was even and soothing.
You held each other for an indeterminate period of time, each relishing in the otherās comfort and yet existing as one. The pleasant cocoon was paused as Joel moved his head and nudged his nose against your chin, silently asking for you to look at him.
When you did, he gave a soft smile that traveled to his eyes and his brought his hand to your cheek. āYou okay?ā
āKeep talkingā¦ā, you hummed in response.
Joel huffed a laugh and eyed you, āDarlināā¦ youāre home early anāawfully cuddly.ā
You smiled and a soft giggle hovered in your throat as you closed your eyes.
āCome on, baby. Talk to me. Somethinā happen or one of th ā ā
āI just wanted to hear your voice.ā
Joel pulled back and looked up at you, confusion written on his face. His brows raised and the confusion melted into amusement.
āDarlinā, youāre drunk.ā
You let a laugh out, echoing through the house like chimes. āMaybe, but I know I love you.ā
As soon as the words left your mouth, you froze. You and Joel had never said it to one another. You felt Joel pull you into him again, coaxing your tense body to relax. The small sound he made in response, the pitch and tone and the timber, the way you felt the sound vibrate from him through to you more than you heard itā¦ it was all you needed to know he loved you, too.
this is for a really specific reason right now but reblog if you love and care about your mutuals so so much and want to hug them tight and tuck them into bed
Anonymous asked: āDo you ever think about if birds have feelings?ā āItās four in the morning. Shut up.ā
for a Javier PeƱa x gn!reader fic? š„ŗ
Reader asks a lot of silly questions and he acts like he gets annoyed but secretly he hopes they never stop because adores it.
summary: itās so late at night, Javierās exhausted and can hardly stay awake, but when you ask him a certain question, he canāt stop from breaking.Ā
tws: swearing, smokingĀ
word count: 1067
It was four in the morning, the clock not long struck the hour as you crept downstairs for a quick cigarette, groggy and a little irritated because you couldnāt find any answers to the question you so desperately wanted to find out; when you saw your boyfriend, Javier, stood against the counter and smoking a cigarette, you smiled. He worked so hard and his shifts were getting longer, Steve would call you and ask you to pick your boyfriend up from time to time when he was about to pass out at his desk, and you couldnāt help but to feel bad for him. He deserved to rest, he deserved a break but the bosses were on his ass about this whole Escobar thing and he hardly had time to steal away for more than a few minutes; you frowned as you looked at him, brows knitting together when you took note of how fucking tired he was. The bags under his eyes and the yawns he tried to hold down so harshly; you thought about using your usual trick to make him smile, asking dumb questions that you already knew the answer to, questions he always said he was annoyed with but could never hide the smile behind his eyes. The amusement within the brown. You figured you could at least try, so you shoved the other question from your mind and, upon lighting up a cigarette, dared to ask:Ā
āDo you ever think about if birds have feelings?ā
Calum x reader where theyāre either having a nice time with their friends or the reader is taking care him somehow and he accidentally says he loves her but then gets all awkward
SAY YOU LOVE ME
Pairings : f!reader x Calum hood
Warnings : I haven't mentioned age gap anywhere so there's only pure fluff
Y/n had some friends over at her house for a small gathering, party kind of a thing. Calum's friends had also come over to her house.
The pair had been dating for 4 months and thought to introduce each other's friends to them at a nice party. They liked each other so much it was amlost unreal. They hadn't met each other's parents because they weren't dating for that long.
There was light music in the background of her house. Her couch was occupied, kitchen had the booze and food was on its way. He room was upstairs so no one went there but the house wasn't so crowded because there were around 12 people there. Y/n was standing in her living room and acting host asking if everyone was having a nice time when they told her to relax and they all liked each other enough to talk. She started talking to Luke and Sierra when one of her friends joined in a chatter.
"I don't know when was the last time I saw her this glowing. I mean there is a definitely a glow on her face. She looks happy with Calum."
Turning to her friend she said, "Y/n, I approve."
All four of them laughed lightly when Luke chimed in and said, "Yes I agree with you y/f/n. I mean Cal is the guy in the band who is the anti love dude but this lady right here has him in some spell." He said while raising his drink in his hand, giving a soft smirk. "Cal is happy Y/n", said Sierra. They all started talking about their work and how that made her happy too.
She noticed a soft touch on her arm and looked back to find brown eyes.
"Hey Cal, where were you?
"Oh well, mum had called so I was just talking to her"
He joined in the circle of friends and started talking when the bell rang to her house. She walked to the front door to see what interrupted the party. She saw a food delivery guy at the door and thanked him because she was getting a little impatient because the food took so much time arriving. She took the food, paid the person and walked towards the kitchen annoucing the food was there. The kitchen was getting flooded slowly when Calum came in and snatched the stack of plates from her.
"No no. Leave it. They'll take food on their own love"
"Cal, they're my guests. What a host would I be if I'm not atleast putting down the cutlery on the table?" she gave him a knowing look.
He moved a little away from her. Luke was standing at the kitchen table when he said, "Yeah Yeah y/n it's okay. We'll be fine".
She looked at the two of them and laughed and told them to shut up and muttered what Calum heard you're both idiots. He started helping her and Luke aimed at the food which made the three laugh.
She bended a little over at the table and her hair followed. Calum pushed her bangs behind her ears and felt so deep in love. He was sure he was going to say it.
He thought he was alone when he said, "I love you y/n."
Luke's food was halfway in her mouth. Y/n stopped in her tracks and looked at him. "What?"
Poor Calum got so flustered at her simple question that he felt his entire world crumble at his feet and saw himself going back to the statement of love being a scam.
"Huh? What?" he looked at her all puzzled like a small boy who attended his first day at school.
"No wait. Go back. What did you say?"
"What did I say?"
"Calum"
"Y/n..?"
"Wait. For real? You love me?"
"Uh. What when did I say that? No. I mean what? No wait Y/n"
She lost all her patience with him when he said that. She was so shocked to hear him but it was such a cute moment. It didn't matter if Luke was present. To them, it was so intimate a moment.
"So you don't love me?" she felt a part of her being torn away as if a child's first attempt of colouring goes awry.
"No I do. I do love love. What am I saying? ugh" He ran his hand and massaged lightly onto his face. He turned towards her, when he saw Luke who was by the way, still in shock.
"Dude, what?" He asked him when he left the couple alone.
"I love you Y/n. I'm soi am in love in love with you sorry. I got flustered and I didn't know how would you react. But i know that. I love you."
He confessed.
"Oh Cal" she cupped his face lightly and he leaned in her touch.
"I love you too. But i gotta say, you almost gave me a heart attack when you said no." She tapped his arm and he chuckled.
"Well, i'm glad we're finally on the same page baby. I love you lady."
They couldn't stop making heart eyes at each other the entire night. They went to bed wine drunk, half naked and all loved up. He stayed the night and dreamt of staying there for a longer time.
āYour handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. Itās all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.ā
ā Chuck Palahniuk, Diary
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