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Evan Peters @ SDCC 2015.
Alex (from Adult World) x Fem!Reader - âBoy Next Doorâ
Part 1: New Neighbor
Words: 1483
Warnings: none
hello I have this actually posted on my wattpad n I thought I might post it on tumblr too while Iâm writing it, so expect a spam of all the parts Iâve done so far lmao thereâs only like 5 or 6
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I watched from my window as a second removalist truck backed into the parking lot downstairs. It would explain why the elevator has been occupied all morning, and why I had been hearing loud noises from the apartment next door.
Someone was finally moving in after Mr. Hangar's death 2 months ago, and I was more than intrigued to see who it was. Mr. Hangar was a godsend of a neighbor, always collecting my parcels for me when I was away and watering the plants on my Juliet balcony from his, because I was useless at remembering to do it. He was like the grandfather I never had growing up.
I really hoped my new neighbor lived up to Mr Hangar's legacy, because nothing has been the same around here since he died. I even missed having to evacuate the complex when he left his toast in the toaster for too long, at least twice a month.
It wasn't until midday did the commotion stop, and the apartment complex was finally quiet again. I had to take out my earphones every 10 minutes while I baked to try and determine when I could go over and say hi. I was sociable enough to extend my welcomes to the new resident in apartment 24, and I had even made them cupcakes. The apartment was only big enough for a person, maybe 2, so I made enough cupcakes accordingly. Lucky for my new neighbor, I grew up doing homework in the back of my parents' own bakery.
I wiped the flour from my hands onto my apron, and hung it back up on my pantry door. I piled the cupcakes into a small cupcake carrier, and took a deep breath in as I went to leave my apartment. I left my apartment door open as I knocked on apartment 24. I waited, biting down on my bottom lip as I heard a male voice call out "coming" from inside. He sounded young, maybe the same age as I was.
Was this the boy next door romance everyone always fantasises about when they move into their first apartment?
My eyes shot up from my shoes when the door finally opened, and a guy, maybe in his early 20s opened the door. He had on black jeans and a black crew neck sweater, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He looked slightly sweaty, like he'd been unpacking, which was more than likely.
I couldn't get passed his brown curls and his dark brown eyes, a striking contrast to his pale skin. Maybe I was standing there a little too long gawking, because he cleared his throat.
"Can I help you?" He asked, his lips turning into a small uncertain smile.
"Oh- my god I'm so sorry- I'm Y/N, I live next door. I just wanted to give you these and welcome you to the complex," I offered him a big smile and held out the cupcake carrier in my hands.
He looked at me with wide eyes and his small smile, turned into a big one.
"That's so cute," he laughed, taking the cupcake carrier from my hand and opening it. He took out a cupcake and peeled back the baking cup, taking a bite. He dropped crumbs as he ate it, chocolate sprinkles covering his mouth. It reminded me of a child eating a piece of birthday cake on their first birthday.
"These are so fucking good," I was taken back by his language, but thanked him anyway.
"Y/N was it?" He asked, using the bottom of his sweater to wipe his mouth, revealing his v line and a hint of his boxers. His body was phenomenal, but his bad habits were not.
"Uh yeah, Y/N," I said, fiddling with the hem of my sleeve.
âIâm Alex,â he said, holding out his hand while the other held my cupcake carrier.
I offered a small laugh and shook his hand.
"I'll come back for the carrier, enjoy your cupcakes, Alex. Im just," I pointed towards the open door in our hallway, "over there."
"Ah sick, now I know, thanks Y/N," I nodded and stepped back as he closed the door. I stood there for a moment, before heading back to my apartment.
"Hey wait!" Alex called out after me as I was about to close my front door.
"Yeah?" I asked, sticking my head passed the door frame.
"My number is 314-546-" he started but I cut him off.
"Alex I'm not going to remember that give me a second," I pulled my phone out of my pocket and opened my contacts hesitantly.
"Okay go again," I laughed in disbelief, as he continued telling me his phone number.
"That's for when you get lonely and need some company, I can be more than just a good neighbor," I guess this was his way of flirting, but it made my stomach turn.
"Okay thanks Alex, I'll see you around," I didn't give him a chance to respond, and closed the door to my apartment.
I let out a big sigh and made my way over to my kitchen to clean. I was washing my mixing bowls in hot water when I heard loud music thumping through the wall I shared with Alex. I would let it slide, maybe he needed some motivation to unpack.
The music didn't stop for the next two hours.
I groaned and covered my ears with a pillow from my bed. How can someone just move in and already be a nuisance? I didn't want to be that person that complained, it was the late afternoon and there weren't any noise restrictions until late at night. Yet, it was starting to bring on a pounding ache in my head.
I couldn't ignore it anymore, opting to visit his apartment instead of ringing his number, just so he could see how upset I was with his inconsiderateness. I entered the apartment hallways, stopping outside apartment 24 for the second time today, revelling loud, harsh knocks on the door.
It didn't take long for Alex to open the door, his hair sweaty and his torso shirtless. My breath hitched in my throat as my eyes scanned over his toned chest and stomach.
"Hey there Y/N," he sung, leaning against his door frame and looking at me with questioning eyes.
"I didn't expect to see you again so soon," I could barely hear him above the beat of the song he was playing.
"Uh-" I snapped out of my gaze on his bare chest and looked up into his dark eyes, as he bit down on his bottom lip in a smirk, waiting for an answer.
"Your music is way too loud, i dont know what you've been doing for the past 3 hours but it's giving me a massive migraine," I explained, and he raise his eyebrow.
"So you're gonna be that kind of neighbour are you?" He crossed his arms over his chest, his veins protruding from the skin on his hands. I almost drooled, I don't think I've ever even seen a guy with his shirt off this close.
"Is it that unreasonable that I ask you to turn it down?" I scoffed, turning to walk away. Alex reached forward from behind me and took my elbow in his hand. The sudden physical contact made me whip my neck around to face him again.
"Look I'm sorry, I'll turn it down," he said to me, as I shook off his arm. He bit his lip as if he wanted to say something else.
"What?" I asked him, trying to look him in the eyes.
"I can see you staring at me, is there something see that you like?" He bit the inside of his mouth, trying to hide a smile.
I turned red, in embarrassment, that'd I'd been so obviously staring. I didn't say anything, just stood there silently.
"Did you want to come inside?" He asked, running a hand down his stomach and latching onto the waistband of his shorts. I knew what he meant, and I was nothing short of horrified.
"I'm not like that, I- I don't- no I'm okay," I stuttered, turning on my heels and walking back to my apartment.
"Okay suit yourself," Alex called out after me, just as I'd shut my front door. I inhaled deeply, the heat from my cheeks not seeming to dissipate. He was really forward, but it came off perverse. It gave me the impression that I would not have an easy time with him next door, and that he'd be nothing like Mr Hangar.
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Evan Peters for Hero Magazine, 2016
Mare of Easttown (2021)
IM NOT OKAY
THE WAY HE SAYS âokayâ MAKES ME SOđ©
LIKE THE WAY HE RISES HIS EYEBROWS, THE SMIRK, THE ACCENT, THE VOICE
THE REAL EPIDEMIC IS KIT WALKER NOT BEING REAL.
LIKE I WANT A KIT WALKER
me: Iâm fine. what I actually mean: why is Kit Walker so underrated when not only is he one of Evan Peterâs best characters on American Horror Story but is also an incredibly sweet, pure, loving, genuinely a good person AND also goes from hot gas station worker to hot (innocent) convict to cute 60s hippie dadâŠâŠâŠâŠ why is he slept on when heâs such an angel???
My nameâs Kit Walker, and I killed my wife.
Youâll fly again
Special Treatment â
Kit Walker
Warnings: mentions of the abuse at Briarcliff, cleaning wounds, talk of harsh treatment
Summary: Youâre a nurse at Briarcliff and you give Kit special treatment. After he takes 15 slashes to his back, you enter his cell to care for him â something no patients are ever allowed after punishment. And truths are told.
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It was late, you sat up folding some linen waiting for Kit to be brought back to his cell. You knew he was being punished by Sister Jude for stealing some bread. Such a silly thing to be punished over but it was against the rules and Kit knew it, but being his daring self he tried and unfortunately was caught. You werenât sure of what the punishment was going to be. But you knew youâd be there for him afterwards, something you always did for him.
He was special.
It wasnât a secret you cared deeply for each and every patient, giving them all their own form of special treatment. Usually not enough to make anyone bother getting after you. You never broke any major rules. Just giving them all more attention than what was âsupposedâ to be given. But how could you not treat them all like humans? How cruel to be expected to nurse without a form of humanity? They were there for their wrongdoings. But you werenât supposed to be a prison. They were all still humans. And it felt good to treat them like so and to see the love given to you in return. They really loved you. And you loved them.
But Kit was different. He was special in a different way. You felt so drawn to him that it was impossible not to be around him. Of course that didnât stop you from your job, but it had you doing things you said you never would.
You heard a door open and close and footsteps, 3 separate pairs, begin down the hall. You watch from inside the laundry room where you knew Kit would have to pass after his punishment, waiting to see who it was and sure enough two guards were holding onto a noticeably weak Kit, practically dragging him along between them and back to his cell. You took a deep breath in and nodded to yourself as you continued with your folding. You knew you had to wait a good while before you could tend to him so you wouldnât seem suspicious. It was hard. You wanted to go to him now and fix his pain to the best of your abilities. But, you waited.
An hour and a half, 15 towels and 20 sheets folded later, you gathered some supplies â 2 small dish towels, bandages, alcohol and some pain killers with a large glass of water â and finally made your way through the dark, quiet halls. You passed cell after cell before making it to Kitâs. You looked around for any sign of guards or sisters before unlocking his cell and letting yourself in.
You quietly closed it and approached the man laying on his side. From his position you knew it had been slashes to his backside. Frowning to yourself, you approached him more, setting the supplies on to floor and bending down so you were at his level. You placed a hand on his shoulder, âKit?â You whispered, giving him a small shake. âKit? Hey, itâs y/n.â You said slightly louder but still in a whisper. He began to stir, coming to from his sleep. âIâve brought supplies to help.â You nodded when his eyes opened slightly and looked at you. He didnât say anything, as if he was figuring out who you were and where he was at. But after a moment he took a small breath in and nodded. You gave him a nod in reply and stood, taking ahold of his elbow with one hand and the other taking ahold oh his hand to help him sit up as gentle as possible. He let out a small groan, assuming because of the pain but once in a sitting position, he sighed.
âYâknow you could get in big trouble for this.â He said in a grumble and you smiled in response as you helped him remove his now unbuttoned shirt, but you quickly frowned at the sight of his back. A bloodied mess, the deep slashes so visible and prominent it made you sick. You swallows the feeling and put a smile back on, bending down in front of him to grab the alcohol, grabbing both dish rags and looking up at him. His eyes were already on you and when you met them, he raised his eyebrows flashing you a goofy grin.
âItâs nothing I havenât done before, right?â You replied to his previous comment, tilting your head smiling more when he nodded.
âRight.â
You handed him the dry rag and took a breath in. âThe alcohols gonna burn.â Was all you said and he got the hint, copying his last reply before shoving the rag in his mouth and biting down. You stood placed your right hand on his shoulder as if to comfort him then began pouring the alcohol lightly from his right shoulder blade to his left in a line so the alcohol would run down his back equally. You instantly felt him tense and a stiffened groan, his back arching to try to get away from the stinging. You rubbed his shoulder, cooing him comfortingly.
âI know, I know. Give it a few seconds.â Youâre eyebrows were pushed together and his painful groans continued a few seconds longer, then feeling his muscle loosen up, you closed your eyes in relief. Continuing to rub his shoulder, you then started wiping the excess alcohol and blood, careful not to get too close to any wounds. âItâll feel better soon, I promise.â
After a few moments, he removed the rag and set it in his lap and let out a rough but quiet laugh. âThatâs a feeling you never get used to.â You smiled and nodded as you continued cleaning the wounds.
âYou donât get used to any pain.â You stated, looking down at him when he turned his head to look up at you. You pressed your lips into a tight smile, then removed the rag stuffing it into the bag taking the other rag when he handed it to you. You bent down again collecting the few bandages then grabbed the glass of water and handed it to him. His eyes lit up as he took it and began, literally, chugging it. You went back to tending his back, placing the long, large bandages over each now cleaned wound. Once finished, you lightly let your fingers run over each of them and your mind wandered. How? How could they be okay with doing this? Itâs so inhumane. Itâs disgusting. And over bread? My god. You just couldnât understand. And why did you stay? It made no sense.
âHey..â Kitâs voice brought you back to reality and you looked down at him again. He was now turned towards you, still sitting on the bed but having opened a spot for you to sit. He patted it and you obliged. âItâs okay.â He nodded to you as if he read your mind. You let out a harsh chuckle and shook your head.
âItâs not, itâs not at all. I just donât understand.â You said in an angry whisper. âNo one deserves this treatment. I wouldnât wish it even on Sister Jude herself.â Kit just listened to you rant, you didnât even notice his hand now placed above your knee rubbing it comfortingly as you had to his shoulder. âItâs so unfair Kit. It disgusts me.â
âI know, sugar.â Sugar. It was something he called you often but nevertheless gave you butterflies. You met his eyes finally and gave him a sad smile. âYâwanna know one good thing I get out of it, though?â You raised your eyebrows curiously. What good could possibly come from a punishment so bad?
âI get time with you.â
Your eyebrows raised a bit, sucking in a small breath at his surprising words. You really didnât know what to say.
âIâd take a hundred more slashes if it meant sitting in this cell with you.â You remained speechless, looking between his beautiful deep brown eyes before you made a quick glance at his lips then back to meet his gaze. Once again as if he read your mind, he leaned in placing a small, gentle kiss on your lips. You were quick to replying with a kiss in return. It was quick, but it was everything.
âI mean it.â He whispered. He was still close, your noses nearly touching. You smiled, your hand reaching to caress his face. It was so soft, like silk. You swallowed and nodded.
âIâd come every single time.â
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hii i'm so in love with kit walker lol, can I please request some hurt/comfort story with him where the reader sees his body all bruised and scarred from the abuse in Briarcliff for the first time and so she feels sad and worried but also comforts him? ty, i rlly appreciate it! <3
hiii thank you for sending me this i appreciate it, hope you like <3
cw: panic attack, blood, mentions of scars, bruises, past briarcliff abuse
âš you drew stars around my scars
âis that betta?â kit asks, holding the picture frame against the bedroom wall. he looks over his shoulder at you.
you tilt your head both ways pulling your lip between your teeth. âfurther left, baby.â
kit smiles at your perfectionism, moving it ever so slightly to the left when your sudden hand on his back sends the picture in his hands shattering against the floor.
he flinches as if you hit him, his back slamming against the wall as he whirls around. fight or flight kicks in from your unexpected touch. you can see it in the way his pupils dilate, in the way his muscles tense and shake.
âsorry! iâm so sorry!â you gasp, jumping back as kit spins, dark, panicked eyes flicking from your face to the space around him. checking heâs safe. checking heâs free.
NEW! Photos of Evan Peters (10/12/2022)
âyou attract what you fearâ oh my god iâm so scared of men with big brown eyes