Milkshake - Kit Walker x Jimmy Darling
So I basically wrote this because @americanhorrorhcs made me ship these two and @ahs-memes is the only one posting some quality content for this ship so I had to do something about it. But english is not my first language so this will probably suck. Enjoy
In the year of 1964, there was absolutely nothing about Kit Walkerâs life that could have been considered normal in the slightest. Both of his wives, the only two women he had ever loved during his entire life, were dead. His children, Thomas and Julia, were âspecialâ and now he had to raise them all by himself, as their mothers and the woman who was the closest they had to a grandmother, were dead.
Kit was a dedicated father who lived in constant fear. Fear of what could happen to his children if he left them, even for a second. His wife always spoke about the aliens as some sort of superior force, as if they were her religion. She claimed the children were a magical gift from them and they would return for them. That thought was what kept Kit laying in bed at night, trying to sleep but not being capable of erasing his own thoughts.
He imagined that his kids could be taken away from him at any moment.
Returned to the people that caused nothing but pain and suffering to Kit and his family, the monsters who fascinated his enthusiastic wife, Grace, but seemed to terrify his more cautious wife, Alma. The creatures that stole his life, his sleep, his sanity. The beings that psychologically scarred him for life and made him doubt himself uncountable times. Maybe, he thought after a particularly bad night, his children werenât even his.
He knew there was something about them that made they special.
Grace and Alma both gave birth to them after having an encounter with the aliens.
It somehow made Kit realize that, if his kids were taken away from him, they would just return to the people they truly belonged with. The thought did nothing but make his anxiety and his fear of losing his kids worse. What if he couldnât raise them? Would they leave him? They couldnât. He was absolutely helpless without them. Something Kit never enjoyed, since he was a kid, was being alone. He couldnât stand it.
In fact, that was the main reason why he wanted to marry Alma so soon. As soon as they met each other, Kit had a desire to move in with her and they got engaged in a short period of time, mostly because Kit could barely wait to have a life partner. He was always very fond of the idea of sharing your life with someone and spending all the good moments, the bad ones, everything, with them. He wanted to experience the whole thing.
It was hard coming back to an empty home, it made Kit wish Grace and Alma could have gotten along. And even though he liked imagining how his life could have been if his wives loved each other as much as he loved them, it wasnât healthy to fantasize. Another woman Kit considered important in his life was his former roommate, Sister Jude, who had died recently and now Kit just wished the woman was in peace.
And now, to keep himself from losing his mind once again, Kit agreed to let Sister Mary Eunice move in with him.
Something about the ex nun seemed to change after she was possessed by the Devil. Her enthusiasm and sweet, kind nature was still a crucial part of her personality. Mary Eunice was just as lovable, gullible and innocent as he remembered but her faith didnât survive the horrible events that took place in Briarcliff. The blonde was traumatized, horrified and had lost her obedience and faith in the Lord, just like Kit.
She refused to thank the âgood Lordâ for anything, recognizing she was the one who earned all she had. She had also promised to keep herself as far as she possibly could from religion and the sudden change was noticed by Kit and Lana. The journalist was having a hard time letting go of the past as she made it clear she wouldnât let her friendship with Kit and Mary fade away with time. She wanted to have her story told, she needed it.
The truth was that Lana was almost obsessed with making people know and understand what happened to her.
What happened in Briarcliff.
Kit respected Mary Euniceâs rush and desperation to get past everything that happened just as he also could understand Lanaâs need to mark it as part of her history.
Everyone had a different way to deal with it.
And Kitâs way of moving on involved accepting everything that happened to him and choosing to just let it all go. Unfortunately to Kit, the simple and close minded people who lived in the same small town in Massachusetts as him, couldnât seem to let go anytime soon. The problem with a small town is that everybody knows each other, which seems to cause people to think they can all simultaneously judge the ones they considered âunholyâ.
Mary Eunice herself was criticized for her experience, openly blamed and accused of sinning. Lana, as a lesbian who was practically forced to come out, had to get used to the slurs and the constant homophobic remarks. Kit, no matter how far that was from the truth, was still treated as a if he were a murderer. Before Briarcliff, people already had their differences with the man for his failed attempt to marry Alma.
It was something he had to deal with, being considered an outsider for wanting to âmarry a niggerâ.
Now it was worse, as the only people who didnât think he was a murderer, still saw him as a schizo, a psycho or a maniac.
Kitâs bad reputation caused him to be feared, bullied or dismissed as âjust another weirdoâ. At first, he couldnât care less. He was used to be the one people doubted the most and being mocked for always believing himself when no one else seemed to even try. But it soon became clear that it was way more serious than he thought. After Briarcliff, Kit managed to get back to working at the gas station but his payment decreased significantly.
At first he tried to ignore it, he wasnât in a good position to complaint about it. Honestly, he was happy to have a job in the first place. But the real problem was that what he earned wasnât enough to give him financial stability. He barely had enough for grocery shopping, most of what he earned had to be spent on all his bills and taxes. But the truth was that Kit wasnât a stranger to poverty and hunger.
His family was far from wealthy, he had always been used to be mocked and considered âwhite trashâ.
So he had no problem adjusting to his new condition.
However, no matter how willing he was to starve if it was necessary, it soon became clear that Kit wouldnât be able to afford his simple house and take care of Thomas and Julia with what he currently earned. Mary Eunice herself was struggling to get a job and it was almost as hard for her as it was for Kit, although his bad reputation was way worse than the false rumors about the former nun, who was still adjusting to her new life.
When Kit realized that he couldnât avoid his bad situation for long, it became more than necessary to get another job. But admitting he needed to get a job was way easier than actually finding someone who was willing to hire him. No matter how Kit pleaded and begged for a job, no one felt safe having him as an employee and he couldnât bring himself to convince anyone that he was innocent.
The man had already lost all hope of finding a new job when he suddenly remembered he already knew a person who could be willing to help him.
Before Briarcliff, when Kit still lived a normal life, he couldnât say he had many friends. Kit wasnât good at making friends. He already knew most of the people who lived in the same small town as he did and he had a few childhood friends but he wasnât exactly friends with them. The only people he once considered his friends disapproved of his marriage with Alma, which caused them to keep a distance.
However, one of the only people who never misjudged Kit or made racist remarks about his relationship with Alma, was Penny, a hard working woman who seemed to love Kit and his ex wife. Penny never said or did anything to judge Kit and even after Briarcliff, she still tried to give him emotional support, telling him how sorry she was for everything that happened to him. The kind woman even showed up at Almaâs funeral.
And as she owned one of the townâs best diners, at least in Kitâs humble opinion, the âSalt & Pepper Dinerâ, she could be the only person who would be willing to offer him a job.
Fortunately, Kit was right.
When he showed up at the âSalt & Pepper Dinerâ, Penny immediately pulled him into a tight hug. She asked him about the kids, about living with Mary Eunice and even comforted him when he mentioned how hard it was to live in a small town where people thought he was either a serial killer or a schizophrenic. Penny reassured him, making sure he knew she wasnât suspicious of him at all and would never be.
Part of him already knew that. Penny was a sweetheart and she knew him by heart, but it felt extremely good to know for sure that someone was on his side for once in his life. Kit told her how hard it was to find a job and Penny immediately offered to help him. She said she trusted him enough to hire him as a waiter and he almost cried tears of joy and relief. He couldnât stop thanking the generous woman.
A second job would be enough for Kit to be able to keep his house and buy everything Thomas and Julia needed. His shift started at 10:00 a.m and ended by 06:00 p.m, which meant he could keep working at the gas station. It was the first step to putting his life back together.
Poor Kit had never been so grateful in his entire life. Being deathly afraid of losing his job, he tried his best to be the best waiter he could possibly be. He told himself that mistakes would not be tolerated no matter how hard it was to do everything right, he tried to make everything as perfect as he could manage. It caused people to go easier on him, to treat him nicely for the first time since Kit was released from Briarcliff.
His cheerful attitude and politeness was enough to make people try to understand his side, it made them think about how hard it was for him and it made them realize they might have been mistreating Kit for no reason. Everything seemed to be going well for once and thatâs why Kit should probably have been more careful, he knew things didnât usually worked out well for him, at least not for long.
Kit had been working at the diner for a week when he made his first mistake.
It was an innocent, foolish accident.
It shouldnât have been so important.
But it was important for Kit.
The man had a tendency to over think about meaningless things too much, a habit he seemed to have cultivated after Briarcliff. Everything seemed to make him anxious and he considered every single possibility of something bad happening to him, no matter how impossible it could be.
Kit was serving at the bar when, as he handed a milkshake to a costumer, he got distracted by an impatient man, who practically shouted his order on Kitâs ear, and accidentally spilled the milkshake all over the counter. He immediately gasped and covered his mouth, his mind desperately trying to process what happened. Panic took over him and he felt a knot in his stomach as he heard the costumer swear.
âOh my god, oh my god, oh my god,â he gasped out, nervously glancing around and trying to find a napkin. âOkay, Iâm so sorry. Iâll get you another one on the house, I-â
The soothing voice helped Kit gain enough confidence to look up and face the costumer, although he was ashamed of what he just did and assumed the man was mad at him and ready to call his manager and have him fired. However, when he looked up he wasnât faced with angry eyes and an outraged expression, what he saw instead was concerned, dark brown eyes and a reassuring smile.
His first thought was that the man was breathtakingly handsome.
He was light skinned and had short, dirty blonde hair. Attractive wasnât enough to describe him, he was so much more. His gloved hands were resting on the counter and Kit had no idea why but he felt like he was floating as soon as he looked at his soft smile. The man wore a white shirt, a leather jacket and Kit couldnât stop looking at it and imagining things that a straight man certainly shouldnât be imagining.
He tried to figure out what was he planning on doing before he got lost in the manâs eyes.
âI-Iâll be right with you, sir,â he said before leaving his side and frantically searching for napkins.
As he grabbed every napkin he could find, he tried to calm himself down. He felt nervous and good at the same time, his face was so warm it was probably entirely red at this point. He tried to think about something other than the way the handsome costumer licked his lips when Kit talked to him before leaving his side. When he felt like he had cooled down a little bit, he went back to the counter and started cleaning up the shake.
The man took the napkins from him and Kit looked up to him with a confused frown.
âThanks, sugar, but you can go focus on getting that other milkshake, I can do this,â he explained, cleaning up the counter himself.
Kit was about to protest and insist he could do it himself since it was his job but the man looked up to him and winked.
Kit was having a hard time trying not to blush when suddenly the stranger took his gloves off and revealed his hands.
Kit couldnât help but stare at them.
His thumb was apparently normal but his two other fingers seemed to be connected so it looked like he had three fingers, two of them being too long.
Eventually, the man noticed Kit was staring and buried his hands on his pockets.
âWhat? You think Iâm a freak too, huh?â
Kit almost jumped in alarm, immediately shaking his head.
âNO, NO! IâM SORRY, I JUST⌠Iâve just never seen anything like it before,â he said, his voice getting gradually softer until it was barely above a whisper.
The man frowned, looking confused for a brief moment before smiling brightly, as if he was pleasantly surprised. His smile made Kit want to wrap his arms around him because it looked like he never met someone who didnât consider him a freak. Kit would never judge anyone based on their appearance but the people of this small town would and he knew that better than anyone else. The stranger sticked out his hand and Kit looked at it.
His accent was so lovely and it made Kit imagine things he probably shouldnât have imagined. He shook his head, trying to ignore his crazy fantasies and glanced nervously at Jimmyâs hands, wondering if he should give him his name or not. He then realized that was a stupid thought, considering he had a name tag so he didnât need to tell him his name. But his mouth worked faster than his mind.
âHi, Kit. Iâm Jimmy! Wait, fuck- Iâm Kit⌠I guess,â he blurted out, mentally kicking himself for the embarrassment.
Jimmy seemed to find him cute as he chuckled and looked at Kit up and down, as if he was checking him out. Kit blushed and decided not to look into his dark brown eyes, fearing he might get lost on them again. He tried to focus on working, getting Jimmy another milkshake then successfully handing it to him, this time. He kept serving all the other costumers and trying to ignore the way Jimmy wouldnât take his eyes off of him.
Jimmy spent the entire time admiring Kit, apparently forgetting about his milkshake, until he finally got up and put on his gloves again. He took his wallet and Kit stopped him by putting his hand on Jimmyâs hand.
âYou donât have to,â he said, smiling shyly. âItâs on the house.â
Jimmy smiled sweetly but shook his head, taking money out of his wallet and placing it on the counter.
âThanks, baby, but itâs fine.â
âBut I-I,â Kit stuttered. âI spilled your milkshake.â
Jimmy bit his lip and, once again, looked at Kit up and down and licked his lips.
âYou can repay me for that,â he suggested.
âBy going out with me tonight.â
The most handsome man he has ever seen was asking him out on a date and he did nothing but spill his milkshake. He wanted to come up with an excuse, anything to make sure he wouldnât need to go out with him and mess something up, just like he always did. He could argue that he wasnât gay but even looking at Jimmy was enough to make him know that wasnât entirely true. He couldnât say anything, he had nothing to say.
Something told him he needed to decline it. He wasnât enough, he could never be enough for Jimmy. He barely knew the man but there was something about him that⌠shined. It wasnât hard to tell he deserved better because he was so understanding. His future was bright and now he was looking at Kit with hopeful eyes and a flirty grin. Kit couldnât bring himself to say no.
âCome on, baby,â he smirked, encouragingly. âWhy donât we go out on a motorcycle ride after this?â
Kit opened his mouth but couldnât say anything.
He nodded and Jimmy smiled brightly, looking almost relieved.
âI get off at 06:00 p.m,â it was all he managed to say.
Jimmy winked one last time before leaving and Kit could have died right there and he would have died happy.
It was too late when he finally realized he forgot to tell Jimmy he was deathly afraid of motorcycles.
