#kit walker headcanons

[redroses07]

said what i said

[fear-is-truth]

❛ THE 5 LOVE LANGUAGES ❜ - K. WALKER

ⓘ love language : a person's characteristic means of expressing and experiencing love

꣑ৎ ‎ :‎ masterlist﹒꒱ note. hbd to the most beautiful boy ever !!

acts of service ➛ ˗ˏˋ his default love language. acts of service comes naturally to kit, though he’d never call it that. he’d call it being decent, doing right by you. he’s a man who feels responsible for the people he loves. “i got it, babe,” he says, already pulling the grocery bags from your hands. “you do enough.” even when he’s off the clock, he’s in motion—topping off the gas tank, tightening the screws on the back gate before the wind can tear it open again, fixing the kitchen drawer that kept sticking without you having to mention it twice. it’s not because he thinks you can’t handle things on your own—it’s because he wants to carry it with you. always. he’ll drive thirty miles for your favourite pie. he’ll build a swing on the old tree out back simply because you mentioned once, wistfully, that you always wanted one as a kid. yeah. that’s kit.

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physical touch ➛ ˗ˏˋ he’s a gentleman in public. old-school. hand on your waist, guiding you through a crowd. fingers brushing the back of your hand before he laces them together. a couple of chaste pecks on the cheek if no one’s looking, but anything more than that, he saves for private. and behind closed doors? oh he’s on you.

he’ll sneak up while you’re making dinner, press his chest to your back, hands sneaking ‘round your waist. press a kiss below your ear, nuzzling lazily at your bare shoulder, slow n’ messy. “m’starving,” he mumbles, voice thick with that boston drawl, roughened by cigarettes and lust. “and i ain’t talkin’ about food.” his fingers are already working at the buttons of your blouse. quick and practiced, like he’s done this in his head a hundred times since noon. which he probably did.

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receiving gifts ➛ ˗ˏˋ kit’s not materialistic. nope. he doesn’t care about fancy stuff. the shirt you bought him a couple birthdays back—he’s worn it til it’s practically threadbare. soft at the collar, fraying at the cuffs, but he won’t throw it out. he keeps that love letter you wrote folded in his wallet, and has read it enough times to memorise it creased at the edges from how often he looks at it.

he likes gifts that serve a purpose. even if he doesn’t know much about all the stuff you use, he paid attention and knows the brands by heart. bath salts for your cramps, the exact candle scent you like, body lotion that costs more than he thinks lotion should—but he gets it anyway. every so often, he’ll show up with a bouquet of your favourite flowers, wrapped in brown paper from the corner shop. and when he’s been putting a little extra aside (working longer hours, picking up side jobs) you’ll come home to a beautiful necklace or a pair of earrings, still in the box. “figured the prettiest girl deserved somethin’ pretty to match.”

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quality time ➛ ˗ˏˋ kit doesn’t need noise to feel connected. he’s content with just sitting next to you while you read, while he sands down a piece of wood for a table he’s making. he values presence—undistracted, intentional time together. he’ll put down whatever he’s doing if you need him. sometimes you two sit on the porch, legs touching, watching the sky fade. and that’s enough.

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words of affirmation ➛ ˗ˏˋ he’s not the kind of lover to go on and on about how much he loves you. his compliments come out in passing, like he’s thinking out loud. “you’re it for me,” he announces suddenly, eyes on the road, one hand resting warm and firm on your thigh. “dunno what i did right in a past life to deserve you,” he mumbles into your hair when you’re curled up in bed together, half-asleep. “–but i’m glad as hell that you chose me.” “you’re so smart,” filled with genuine admiration as he watches you. “hope our kids get your brain.” he says all of these things as natural as breathing.

but where it really pours out of him is when you’re beneath him. clothes scattered somewhere on the floor, hands in his hair. “fuck, baby, you’re perfect,” “look at you. goddamn.” “you take me so good, angel. so. fuckin’. good.” and when you’re spent, a little dazed, skin flushed with the post-coital afterglow, he kisses your shoulder, your neck, your mouth. “love you, sweetheart.” to him, the most sacred thing in the world is to be this close to you.

[violet-harmon2011]

sad girl

[heavenlytouches]

Hello there! :)

I just had this idea and was wondering if I could request it to you in the form of a fic / oneshot

Goes like this: reader (female) is also a patient in the briarcliff asylum and has some sort of rivalry with kit walker, pretty much one-sided in fact. And she frames him for something just to get him in trouble, and of course sister jude makes her watch kit being caned for it. But the thing is that she thought she would feel good seeing her "rival" suffering, and thought that he would retaliate on her for it later, but when she truly sees his pain and how he still did not hold any revengeful feelings towards her about it, she finally understands that kit walker is not a rival of hers at all.

Anyway, tysm. I hope you can accept this.

Hello angel! Thank you so so much for this request! I must say, I really love this idea. I hope you will like it babes ^^

El <3

Kit Walker- reflections

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FEM reader

<3 (SFW)

TW- sad-comfort, mentions of punishing (HAPPY END)

Kit Walker

RIVALS! at first (wait till the end :3 )

Sister Jude mentioned

Kit Walker

The white walls of Briarcliff Asylum loom above you, cold and oppressive, as they echo the whispered secrets of its inhabitants.

The air is thick with the scent of disinfectant and the ever-present stench of fear. You pace your small, sterile cell, a sense of unease coursing through you.

Outside, the oppressive quiet of Briarcliff is broken only by the occasional murmur of orderlies or the distant wail of a patient—unrestrained, desperate.

Your thoughts often drift to him—Kit Walker. He occupies your thoughts even when you wish he wouldn’t. Kit, with his tousled hair and penetrating brown eyes, both a source of intrigue and your greatest annoyance.

You had always been rivals, in a way: he was the golden boy, the misunderstood’s hero, while you were the comparatively placid girl seeking solace in the asylum’s walls. But lately, the rivalry had taken a dark turn.

“I swear, they’ll believe anything I tell them...”

You had muttered to yourself, an idea forming that twisted with every pulse of your heart. The day you decided to frame Kit felt electric. He rarely fought back under Sister Jude’s reign—a marked flaw in your eyes—and you couldn’t resist the chance to see him writhing a little in the painful light of her attention.

You felt smug; this time, you would be the victor.

Later that evening, the dim lights of the hallway flickered ominously as you smiled inwardly at your plan’s fruition.

You watched from the shadows as Sister Jude entered the common room, her dark habit a shadow that brought dread. She swept her gaze across the room, finally honing in on Kit, who sat isolated, a look of solemn determination on his face.

Sister Jude seemed terribly angry- somebody stole medicine earlier and she was trying to find who to blame. Her eyes were red with fury.

You watched the scene unfold, feeling a perverse sense of satisfaction as you moved forward.

“Kit Walker,”

you called out, feigning innocence,

“isn’t it true that you were near the storage room when the medicine went missing?”

Sister Jude’s eyes glinted with interest. Kit looked up, confusion and then shock flitting across his features.

“I didn’t—”

“Silence! You! Behind me, now!”

Sister Jude bellowed, slicing through his protest. The room shrank in the wake of her command, and with finality, she motioned Kit to follow her towards the punishment room.

Your heart raced with adrenaline as you felt the weight of your deception settle in.

You thought you would relish in his suffering, but as Kit was led away, the sudden clarity of his confusion and hurt twisted your stomach into knots. You had crossed a line that you couldn’t uncross.

You simply looked away as you heard loud slaps and Kit yelping. The happy feeling of framing your enemy didn't last long. Not as long as Kit's cries.

Time felt fluid as you paced back and forth in your room, waiting for Sister Jude to bring Kit back, anxious and guilty.

When he finally returned hours later, it was on an isolated noise—a sound that was dissimilar to the din of the asylum. It was a haunting silence, the kind that wrapped you like a shroud.

The aftermath was far worse than you anticipated. You could see the marks left on him—the limp walk and bruising even on his face, the hollow look in his eyes.

You expected to feel triumphant, but in that moment, you could only see pain. Kit didn’t look at you with hatred; he didn’t give you that satisfaction. Instead, he wore an expression of bewilderment—confused and scarred, yet still undeniably strong.

Weakness washed over you. You had wanted revenge, but the guilt unfurled like shadows.

The reality hit you like a cold slap—this person you had tormented, you now recognized as not just your rival, but an innocent soul caught up in the chaos of Briarcliff’s existence.

“What have I done?”

You whispered to yourself, feeling your heartache as you approached him.

“Kit?”

He flinched at the sound of your voice, a minute ripple of tension in his body.

“What do you want?”

He replied, his tone flat. He wouldn’t look at you, his gaze fixed somewhere far away.

“I—I'm sorry-”

You stammered, your resolve shaking.

“I thought—it was just a.... I didn’t understand.”

“Just a what? A game?”

He exclaimed bitterly, finally meeting your gaze, and for a fleeting moment, you saw the fire of his anger flare before dimming into something deeper. The hurt that transcended rage swept across his expression.

“You’ve no idea what it was like—the pain. I didn’t ask for any of this.”

You stepped closer, your heart racing for different reasons now.

“I know. I misunderstood. I thought-”

“Thought what?”

He interrupted, bitterness twisting his voice.

“That hurting someone would make you feel better? That I deserved this?”

“No... of course not I just, uh-"

You said, pain clouding your voice.

“I thought I was hurting my ‘rival.’ I didn’t see you. I couldn’t understand. I’m so sorry.”

Kit’s anguish slowly melted away, and in its place, a muted understanding began to take root. He remained silent for a long time- thinking how he was kind of an asshole to you, and you fought to keep your gaze steady.

Finally, Kit sighed, emotion thick in the air between the two of you.

“You thought I was your rival?”

He said softly,

"But I never saw you that way. You were just…someone I recognized among the madness.”

The cloak of misunderstanding began to lift, revealing the fragility of your shared experience. Slowly, you inched closer until you sat at his feet, lowering your head until it rested on his knee.

“Let me help you, Kit. Please.”

You murmured, the lump in your throat tight.

He remained still for a moment before his hand found its place atop your head, a gesture so gentle that it shattered the last remnants of the barrier between you.

“It’s hard to forgive,” he admitted softly, “but I see you now, too.”

As he lifted your chin to meet his gaze, the understanding washed over you both—a fragile connection, mending the wounds that had opened between you.

There, amidst the darkness of Briarcliff, what had once been a rivalry transformed into something resembling hope. Together, you sat in shared silence, understanding threading its way into the very fabric of your entangled lives.

In the heart of despair, you found an ally in Kit, a companion forged through the anonymity of suffering.

And as you leaned into him, seeking comfort and mutual understanding, you realized that the chains of your misinterpretations had slowly begun to fall away. Instead of rivals, you were nothing less than wounded souls seeking solace amidst the madness. Together, the redemption had begun.

Phew, i think this might be the longest fanfic I ever did! I really liked this one (at the end where bby is better). I guess I'm a sucker for hurt-comfort!

Don’t forget, requests are always open and I can write for any character you’d like!

I love you guys so much <33

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[my-own-walker]

Heyhey, headcanon request – life in Briarcliff Manor with Kit Walker, please

Tysm 💕

Life With Kit In Briarcliff - Headcanons

note: i love how quick and painless headcanons are besties. thanks for the requests.

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You were there before Kit, so you helped him through his transitional period.

He walked around like a ghost, light gone from his eyes. He was in total shock and dealing with a lot of trauma.

You saw that immediately and took him under your wing.

Slowly but surely, as more time with you passed, Kit regained his fire.

He’s a protector. By nature, he makes sure you feel safe. He’s the first person that hasn’t made you feel crazy.

He always looks for you in common spaces.

Kit is also a huge fan of…ahem…sneaking away.

He found spots for you two to retreat to in times of uh, need.

Broom closet, hydrotherapy room, a vacant room. He’s a crafty motherfucker. You two have never been caught.

He doesn’t mess around when it comes to finding time to be alone with you. He’s entirely head over heels in love with you.

He’s always trying to hatch a plan to get you two out of there. You help, but he’s the brains of the operation.

Some nights, after lights out, he comes to your room. He found a way to get out of his after the guards patrol and into yours. You spend the whole night in each others embrace.

It’s cold in the asylum but he’s so naturally warm. You wish you could just hold him at all times.

He’s a great listener. You two went through your own separate experiences before this place, but you share this trauma.

He’s better than any therapist in the place.

Sex with him is so hungry and passionate. You wonder how he is on the outside. He’s harboring a lot of anger and upset in here. It shows in the way he makes love.

It doesn’t phase you. Your time together is precious.

When you two eventually do get out, it’s only because they release Kit and he comes back to get you.

He recognises that what you’re suffering from is not insanity, and so he takes a chance on having a beautiful life with you.

[americxn]

The Evans + neck kisses 💜💜

headcanons for: kit walker, kyle spencer, jimmy darling, james patrick march, rory monahan, kai anderson (pre-cult, cult and prison), mr. gallant

warnings: NSFW, neck kissing, biting, hickeys, mentions of penetration/oral, swearing 

kit walker

Kit adores both giving and receiving neck kisses.

He’s overly generous when it comes to pressing random kisses to the side of your neck throughout the day, knowing exactly what the small gesture does to you and chuckling as you bat him away with a playful glare.

You’re able to read his mood through the manner with which he attaches his lips to your skin, your body relaxing fully into his touch upon contact, the tentative scrape of his teeth against your skin pulling a shudder from you. Kit always notices the impact of his actions, smirking against your skin and attacking your flesh with more persistence; he is equally as attentive during sex, your moans only growing with fervour as the softness of his lips provides a perfect contrast to the sweet pressure of his cock thrusting leisurely in and out of you.

kyle spencer

Kyle isn’t really too bothered about giving you neck kisses. He’ll press a few quick ones to the side of your neck but there are many other places that he would rather be kissing and so he doesn’t waste much time on your neck before moving onto other areas.

He is into hickeys though, sucking them around the base of your throat, along your collarbones and across the sloping planes of your chest, enjoying the small noises that his careful ministrations pull from you.

Franken Kyle would immediately get hard when you kiss all over his neck, especially when you suck and bite on the spot beneath his jaw; he gets so hard immediately, melting into the warm wetness of your lips against his skin. Adores being marked by you, savouring the sharp pain of your teeth sucking bruises onto him, and loves the way they look afterwards.

Always begs you to give him more marks during foreplay and you can never find the strength within you to deny him, not when the small whimpers you’re able to draw from him with your lips are so pretty to your ears. 

jimmy darling

Jimmy goes through phases of wanting to spend all day with his lips attached to your neck, wanting nothing more than for you to waste away the hours tasting his own skin, or completely abandoning the notion of neck kisses and going straight to fucking.

They’re a huge turn on for Jimmy though and anytime your lips stray even remotely close to his neck, your warm breath fanning onto his skin, it’s guaranteed that his cock will be buried in you within a matter of minutes.

Because you’re both performers, visible hickeys can be problematic; the others at the show take the unending piss out of the both of you when the small purple marks appear on either of your bodies, Elsa losing her shit and lecturing the both of you about the importance of professionalism.

When Jimmy is in the mood to grace the column of your throat with kisses, he’s gentle and thorough, tracing the tendons in your neck with hot, wet patterns, reducing you to breathlessness and neediness before he satisfies you with his fingers, tongue and cock.

james patrick march

James is more familiar with the skin of your neck than the back of his own hand and nothing gives him more pleasure than to dine on your sensitive skin for as long as he pleases, relishing in the noises his skilful ministrations pull from you.

He always rips off his own shirt whenever he is given the privilege of having full access to your neck, shuddering in delighted gratification when you walk your fingers up and down his scar littered spine, running your nails across the pronounced planes of his back whilst your breathing becomes laboured as he kisses, licks and bites the entire surface of your throat, each trail of your fingertips adding to the steadily growing hardness of his cock.

It is the definition of intimacy for James to have you surrender your neck to him, trembling in exultation as he works his mouth on your skin, scraping his teeth and flicking his tongue across the hot skin beneath his lips until you’re beginning him for more.

James doesn’t often permit you to subject the overly sensitive skin of his neck to the same treatment, jerking away from you the moment your lips brush against his skin with a bit too much persistence, shivering and shying away from your touch. He prefers you to be rougher with his skin, his mouth parting slightly if you use your teeth on him, biting forcefully and bringing dull red marks up onto his pale skin.

(also the big ass slice across his throat kinda gets in the way)

rory monahan

Rory definitely prefers to be on the receiving end of neck kisses and literally melts into your touch the moment your hot lips come into contact with his skin.

His hands come to tangle in your hair as soon as you begin giving the sensitive skin of his throat attention, his chin lifting to give you better access.

With Rory, it doesn’t take long before he becomes feverish with need, gripping your hips from your position astride him and forcing you up, moving you so that your knees are braced on either side of his head before returning the favour, your hands now coming to tangle in his roots as he feasts upon you, either taking you into his mouth or licking you with as much fervour as you licked up and down the column of his throat.

pre-cult kai anderson

Loves giving your neck attention with his mouth but is often too timid to initiate it. Knowing this, you are generous in your encouragement, taking his head gently in your hands and leading his face to the crook of your throat, offering him hushed praises as he works the soft skin of your neck with his warm lips.

He steadily gains more confidence, much to your delight as the gentleness with which he attends to your neck sends a flurry of excitement fluttering through you.

Although he adores your lips on his skin, becoming instantly engorged, the stimulation can be overwhelming at times, especially when you use your teeth to mark his skin. You know his boundaries and you know how much he loves being granted full access to your neck and both of you are more than happy to indulge to each other’s needs.

cult kai anderson

Kai will only kiss your neck if you ask for it, enjoying the way that your eyes avert his when you finally give in and request his lips on your skin, forcing you to beg before providing you with what you want. 

He can be rough, using his teeth and biting hard enough to bruise, or he can be dizzyingly gentle, running his tongue softly across your throat and tenderly pressing his warm lips to your skin; there’s rarely any in between and you can never gauge which mood he is in until he shows you.

He’s very into hickeys, not only because of the noises he coaxes from you whilst sucking them onto your skin, but also because he likes you to display them at cult meetings, painting the underside of your jaw with them and watching with delight as the cult members eyes immediately flick to the marks when you enter the room.

prison kai anderson (the best kai anderson)

He secretly loves when you attend to his neck and covertly aches to feel your hot lips and tongue on his skin. Although he would never ask for it, you oblige him occasionally, usually when he’s generous enough to let you ride him, leaning over his body and attacking his neck as he thrusts up into you from underneath.

Hickeys aren’t really his thing, he dislikes the way the marks linger and feels as if they make him look submissive, which isn’t true. You’re occasionally able to sneak some onto his hips bones however, and he hisses in pleasure when you do, gripping onto the back of your head and forcing your mouth further onto his skin. 

He is very attentive when it comes to having his lips on your skin, sucking and biting a sizeable collection of marks onto your neck and collarbones, biting down on your skin hard enough to break flesh, stopping only when you yelp out in pain, releasing his firm hold on your skin and licking softly over the hurt in contrasting tenderness.

malcolm gallant

Gallant takes his sweet time with your neck, dining on the supple dip at the hollow of your throat, licking at the bump of your adam’s apple at nipping at the soft flesh at the underside of your jaw.

Only when he’s reduced you to a panting mess beneath him will he progress down the planes of your body, lower and lower as you buck your hips into the hand he has cruelly rested on your hardening bulge, eventually granting you with the pleasure he made you so desperate for, following through with his hot mouth.

He gets equally as riled up when you get a turn at attaching your lips to his neck, knowing the exact spot that makes him whimper: the tender spot where his neck meets the slope of his shoulder.

It becomes a sort of competition, to see which one of you would be the first to become sated under the touch of the other’s lips, one of you smiling in victory against the skin they attended to as the other submits to the tongue licking intoxicating stripes up their skin.

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[twinkiemaximoff]

Kit Walker x Single Dad!Reader Headcanons ♡

Pride Week: Monday

I've been wanting to write something like this for Kit for SO long, since i became attached to his character and i'm glad i finally have the time to do so. I hope y'all like this as much as i do. <3

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kit is a family man through and through. I don't think he'd be too close to his own and all he wants is a big family. someone to wake up to in the mornings and the sound of his children, laughing and playing together

i'm sure he was happy when it was just him, julia and thomas but the house felt too empty and quiet to him, like something was missing

after alma and grace and his trauma surrounding briarcliff he wouldn't be ready to just jump into a relationship, not even sure he wanted one but he met you and fell head over heels not long after

would still be a minute until you got together or began anything serious and kit's grateful you were happy to wait until he was comfortable

julia and thomas love your kids and vice versa, they all treated each other like siblings before you and kit even got together

(they call you papa and kit dad/daddy)

lazy mornings are kit's favorite, one's where neither of you have to rush to get to work or get the kids ready and off to school

instead of waking up to the alarm clock blaring, he wakes up to the feeling of soft kisses pressed to his shoulder and neck, your lips grazing over the scattered freckles dotting his skin and the heavy weight of your arm draped over his side

(lets out a breathy laugh if your hair brushes his skin or the scratchiness of your stubble or beard if you have it and always greets you with a 'good mornin' mista walker <3')

rolls over in your arms and lays with you until the kids wake up, lazily stroking your skin and pressing soft kisses to your chest, neck, jaw, anywhere he can reach

complains if you try to get up before then, except for maybe brushing your teeth but you have to climb back in eith him afterwards ('c'mon the kids aren't even awake yet! </3')

the sound of tiny footsteps and hushed whispers and giggling come about an hour later as the kids make their way down the hall to your room, bursting through the door

(they all pile onto the bed which results in tickle fights and wrestling most of the time, kit loves playing with them so much. probably lets them win every time)

kit's definitely the type of dad that insists on making breakfast together as a family, especially on days like this (which includes him making his special french toast that the kids love so much)

overall loves spending as much time together as possible, walks out in the woods, looking at different animals around, catching fireflies, working on the garden, taking the kids to festivals when you can, ect

the little things are always so special to him, nothing big or extravagant all he needs is you guys. thinking about you never fails to make him happy

you do make sure to take some time for yourselves though, lana coming to watch the kids a good bit

but sometimes after the kids are all tucked in bed and sound asleep, kit will set up some music, quiet, either in the living room or yard and will drag you out, begging you to dance with him

whether or not he puts what jude taught him to use really depends but most times you just sway together, kit looping his arms around your neck and leaning into you, basking in your warmth

if you're outside where the kids can't hear he 100% will serenade you, goofy and out of tune, he loves the laugh it always gets out of you when he does

also, despite it not being legal, you both have wedding rings and consider/call each other husbands (you even had a small little ceremony in the backyard, with the kids and lana

its a dream of kit's to make it official and to be able to freely call you his husband without any problems or judgement but it doesn't make any of it less valid or real to him

you wouldn't think so with such a full house already but kit's baby fever is forever and always will be off the charts

constantly is catching himself thinking back to when thomas and julia were newborns and seeing babies while out and about just makes him yearn for another

so after a lot of talk and consideration, as the kids get a little older you eventually have another child, through adoption/surrogacy

being a parent has always been 2nd nature to kit and he loves it so much, the best dad anyone could ever ask for

makes sure everything is always perfect, warm and homey as possible, a sharp contrast to briarcliff

bringing home little knick-knacks and setting up things the kids make all around the house, pictures hung up on the walls and sat on side tables, blankets draped over chairs and the couch ect. to make it moreso

definitely has a picture of all of you next to his sidetable

insists on being the one to teach the kids how to drive and fix cars when they get to that age

just loves raising and watching your kids grow and become adults themselves (you can't tell me he wouldn't cry at least a little when they move out) and is perfectly content growing old with you in your little house, warm, cozy and most of all safe.

[kitwalker02]

How would tate and kit surprise the reader on Valentine’s Day? (I know it’s early for that😂)

PLS it’s never too early for that!! (Also I decided to do pre- death Tate to switch things up a bit but if you’re not into that I’m more than happy to make another!!)

- Tate didn’t want to go to crazy at school cause he’d feel bad making you carry a bunch of stuff all day

- But he still gave you some roses (painted black of course) and a sweet note

- However, when you got to his car after school, he surprised you again with a bunch of funky heart shaped balloons floating inside

- It was a sweet gesture since he knew how much you hated school and it instantly lifted your spirits

- You both went all out in getting dressed up for dinner

- Where Tate took you to your favorite fast food place since he didn’t have a job to afford somewhere nicer but you both agreed that fancy restaurants were overrated anyways

- After dinner, you sat on the beach to watch the sunset

- You ended up staying much later telling the other about how much you loved them

- Lots of kissing

- Until you fell asleep in each other’s arms and on the sandy beach towel

- Valentine’s day might as well be Kit Walker’s favorite day because if there’s one thing he loves, it’s letting you know just how much you mean to him

- He’s going to wake up early and make you breakfast in bed

- Albeit it’s not very good, it’s still the thought that counts

- He gives you lots of chocolates and flowers and one of those chocolate scented bears

- He also wrote you a surprisingly good love poem

- Kit makes it mandatory to get dressed up for dinner

- Except instead of going out, it’s a homemade dinner you spent the day making together

- There’s also a lot of wine

- Like a lot

- The night ends with you and Kit drunkenly making out against his bedroom door frame which leads to the most awkward and entertaining sex you have ever had