#kcfh fic

[heytheredeann]

Isn’t it lovely?

Tags: Episode: s01e07 Broken, Feelings Realization, Introspection, Canon Compliant, the bathtub scene            

Summary: Patty isn’t very good at being gentle.

Notes: Hello! I'm tip-toeing into this tiny fandom trying to get a feel of the characters so I can hopefully write some more fanfiction, because I've fallen in love with these two. For now, this is just some Patty introspection during the scene in the bathtub. The title is from "Lovely" by Billie Eilish. Enjoy!

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(Ao3 version)

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Patty isn’t very good at being gentle.

Even with Allison right in front of her, miserably sobbing in her bathtub, arms clutched to her chest like she’s trying to make herself smaller, her attempt at comfort comes out clumsy, a bit of teasing with a veil of insult, and it doesn’t seem to help much.

Still, she can’t help the little smile on her face, thinking naggy ficus with impossible fondness, even as she tries to amend her words, to make her joke a little softer.

(Because Allison deserves soft things, and though she might not be the best candidate to provide them she’s there, and she wants to try.)

Her honesty comes out a little tentative, but it isn’t all that difficult to put it to words, to finally voice a truth that she has been noticing for a while: it’s nice, having her around. She’s grown so fond of her and she misses her when they aren’t together and she doesn’t need a reason to want to look for her, she just does, and— “I’m saying—if this is you broken—if this is you being broken—stay broken.”

Allison gives her a small, soft smile, so fond that it almost hurts to look at, twitching on her face and digging in her cheeks until she can see dimples—and then, just like that, she’s invited to join her in her little tub of misery, and it probably says a lot about her current situation that her hesitance is so short-lived, that she’s more surprised than anything else.

She drops in the tub with a yelp, accompanied by the sound of Allison’s laughter and joining in because she can’t quite help it, and it’s so ridiculous, so uncomfortable with the edge of the tub digging into her back and her legs sticking out, but—but Allison is warm and close, offering her another impossibly soft smile that leaves her staring with her mouth half-open for a few moments before she smiles back without meaning to, something beginning to build in her chest without her permission.

Allison’s head finds her shoulder, stealing her breath away and leaving her struck by the realization that—this is so easy.

Allison presses herself against her and she fits, she fits like she’s meant to be there, like they are meant to sit together in an uncomfortable tub, and Patty somehow doesn’t want to move, now or ever, and—

“Maybe we can die alone together,” Allison says, like it’s the most natural thing in the world and—shit, it might be.

Because letting her head rest against Allison’s is ridiculously easy too, and if she closes her eyes she can picture it, the two of them together on a porch, trading dubious jokes and just enjoying each other—

She thinks she wants it like she hasn’t wanted anything in a long while.

Fuck.

 (Apparently, the easiest, most natural route can sometimes be the scariest one. She runs to Tammy as soon as she’s out of Allison’s house.)

[paddingtonfan69]

a couple days after I posted this on ao3 but throwin it over to tumblr because I feel like this is where the kfch hive is congregating!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Kevin Can F**k Himself // 4,638 words // Allison/Patty

“I’ve got you,” Allison says again, and in the dim sunrise in a Motel 6 outside Philly, Patty lets herself cry into Allison’s chest.

They don’t talk about it in the morning, just setting off in the car with no fanfare and no conversation, only gas station coffee and the open road.

[heytheredeann]

Such tenderness

Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Introspection, Vague setting, Patty Just Has A Lot Of Feelings, And Allison Is Precious            

Summary: Patty’s "I really love my girlfriend" manifesto: a collection of embarrassingly sappy thoughts.

Notes: I just... got the random urge to write about these two again LOL, so here's a little thing about how much Patty loves her girlfriend and how she's been turned into a sappy puddle of love. Enjoy!

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Allison used to be small. Or better, she used to make herself small, taking up as little space as possible, keeping quiet and smiling like she had no right to make her voice heard, even in her own house.

Now, she likes to initiate duets, and it’s one of the things that Patty likes best about her. She will hear a song that she particularly likes coming up on the radio, and she will start belting all the notes she can reach, even if they are in the car, the windows are down and people are looking at them weird from the street. She then turns to Patty, gesturing for her to join in, and she only realizes she was smiling when she tries to say no, because she doesn’t do that kind of thing—Allison looks so happy, and for her Patty is willing to hum along, or roll her eyes and quietly join in, depending on the day.

If they are at home, Allison will smile wide enough to light up the whole room, she will come up to Patty in strides and grab her hand, to turn her impromptu singing into an excuse for some bad dancing. The first time she did this, she was drunk, a little uncoordinated and with a prominent blush on her cheeks. Patty remembers thinking that it was the most adorable sight she’d ever witnessed.

Allison is, as a general rule, pretty adorable. Patty finds it hard to stay mad at her.

Once, they had a fight, probably about something stupid since she can’t remember it anymore, and she ended up sulking on the couch, chugging a bottle of beer and watching TV like some husband from a sitcom trying to cope with his nagging wife.

Allison showed up around time for dinner, pouting like a child and holding out a jar of beans. “I can’t open it,” she’d said. “Help me?”

Patty remembers raising her eyebrows and doing what she does best: being an asshole about it.

“What, can’t even open a little jar? Must be those tiny things you call arms.”

Allison huffed, but she didn’t look mortally offended. “I tried. Will you help me?” She looked frustrated and too adorable to resist.

“I’m still pissed off,” Patty had lied, at least pretending that every resentment she could hold hadn’t already evaporated, and she pushed herself up to help. She remembers Allison’s smile, small and affectionate, and it warms her to this day.

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[heytheredeann]

Where we make our home

Tags: Pre-Relationship, Post-Season/Series 01, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hugs, Crying            

Summary: Something has shifted, after Neil. Or maybe a lot of somethings.

Notes:  I just need these two to love and comfort each other forever. So yeah, that's essentially the fic LOL. Enjoy!

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Patty’s house is nice.

Maybe it’s only nice because Kevin isn’t in it, maybe it’s nice because Patty is in it, but Allison honestly doesn’t much care for the specifics, just that it’s late at night and when she knocked on Patty’s door she answered and they ended up watching movies on her couch.

Something has shifted, after Neil. Or maybe a lot of somethings.

There was a something in Patty’s voice when she shouted at her brother, hand tight into Allison’s and You don’t know what you heard, you dumb fuck!, and she isn’t sure if Neil ended up letting it go because of the concussion or because of how enraged she was with the chocking, enough to maybe scare him, but there was something on Patty’s face too when she pulled her aside. Her voice was soft and she didn’t let go of her hand, saying she’d take Neil to the hospital and give her a call after.

Allison remembers nodding and swallowing in spite of the fingers she could still feel around her throat, and she thinks there was something behind the way they didn’t seem to want to let go of each other’s hand too.

Patty left with Neil, dragging him on his feet while her eyes still kept running back to Allison, and she was left alone with a mess to clean up. It should have been typical, something that she is used to, but it felt different—or maybe that was just her.

She remembers standing around without doing anything for a while, watching her bloody hand and thinking that there was something in the way Patty’s fingers had locked around hers: it felt a little like a promise, like they bound themselves together through blood and vowed to forever protect each other, the way they’ve been doing lately.

She thinks that if she tried to tell Patty that, she’d scoff and tell her she’s overthinking things and she’s too romantic, and maybe she would be right, but it’s still weirdly nice to close her hand around the fresh cut, turn to her left, where Patty is sitting, and pretend like they are just happy, like this is her life and not a brief escape during the night.

She isn’t sure what shifts, if it’s triggered by something in the movie that Allison hasn’t been paying much attention to or if it’s just Patty’s mind randomly throwing her a curveball, the way Allison’s brain does sometimes, but there’s a shift in Patty’s posture, and suddenly she’s inhaling sharply, shaking her head and rubbing her face with both hands.

“Are you okay?” Allison immediately asks, forgetting not to be too eager or imposing and instead leaning a little closer, like that could help her see better.

Patty’s lips curl unhappily as she turns towards her, taking a shaky breath. “This clusterfuck never ends, does it? It just keeps getting worse.”

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