Once More For Those In The Back.

Once more for those in the back.

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Why would you say that?

Hi! Please could you write some angst for Evan Peters' 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 Reader 

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 isn’t assss great but I hope you like it !!

Kit was a new prisoner. But she wasn’t. 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. 

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. 

She was walking through the halls after duties, snuck out. She was feeling adventurous and so she took Kit with her. 

“We can’t be here y/n. Aren’t you familiar with the rules?“

“C’mon Kit. Don’t be such a buzzkill. Don’t worry the aliens won’t take you this time. I won’t let them“ 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. Arden’s office.

“Psst! y/n come here fast“ 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. Arden’s office door and stood behind Kit.

“Sister 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!“

“Oh relax Doctor, as if you haven’t thought about me fucking you and you pouding yourself into me“

They heard footsteps from behind and didn’t want to take a chance. Kit and y/n slipped into a small room that hadn’t 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. 

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, “So now Sister Jude won’t notice?“

“C’mon y/n. If she sees us she might as well just feed us to Bloody Face.Oh wait. That’s me“ said Kit.

“No but seriously Kit. Think about it. What if you are bloody face? Would you kill me too?“ 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. 

“Why would you say that? Do you think I am bloody face?“ he said.

“Kit I was just kidding. Calm down.“ she said.

He was still sitting there when he again said “Why 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 what”. He said all this while whispering and shouting.

“I-i-i am so sorry Kit. Genuinely; like i ne-never thought of it that way. I’m sorry.“

After a very breif pause, she said “Grace told you what about me?”

“We were just making converstaion about general things in the asylum. That’s it. You have nothing to worry about. Not like we had sex again.“

Y/n and Kit were not a ‘thing’ when he and Grace accidently made a baby. Grace annoys the hell out of y/n. Especially when she utters Kit’s name out of her mouth. 

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 could’ve easily just beaten herself in the head while they were fucking each other in the kitchen. 

“Hey hey. It was nothing. It was right after you know we- i- had sex... with her. But it was just that once. She told me stuff about you that you killed her family but i know that it isn’t true. I trust you y/n. Even if it’s in this asylum“.

By now, she was furious. Not at Grace, not at the sisters, not her inmates but Kit. 

To be honest they were both being totally unreasonable.

“When was the last time you spoke to Grace at all?“

“Uh well, just like maybe um two days earlier“ he said questioning his own memory.

“Why?“

“What do you mean by ‘why’? “

“Why were you talking to Grace at all?!“ She whisper-shouted at Kit with an angry face.

“Wait. So now you’re telling me that I cannot talk to Grace? the mother of my child?“

“Oh my god. You’re being so dramatic Kit.“

They were both whisper-shouting at each other that they were so close and could feel each others breaths on their lips. 

“I don’t like Grace.“ she said.

“Neither do I“.

They got so into each other while taking off their clothes when they heard-

“And so neither do I” said another voice. It was Dr. Thredson wearning the Bloody Face mask.The prisoners had a silent deadly facial expression 

Something Sweet

Fanfiction : One Direction

Pairings : Harry x Zayn

Warnings : Fluff, implied stuff, touching

Mini imagine, massive blurb

Having a writer's block was something Harry never faced. It was his enemy. Something he absolutely despised. He had written so many songs based on his life - his unexplored sexuality, his thoughts on touch, love, girls, men and Louis. He just wanted the fans to see what Zayn meant to him.

Sitting in his office room, Harry thought of taking a break. A break. His room was right next to the kitchen in that shared apartment. There was a warm, salty vanilla-like smell that lured him straight into the kitchen.

And there he was. The Perfect Man. HIS Perfect Man, Zayn. He had gotten off the phone talking to Gigi about their daughter and parental duties. He was making those 'small mutton pastries' for his daughter.

Harry did not like Gigi. The way her family treated Zayn; if only they were lucky enough to see his side. He did like the little girl though. Maybe he thought he'll have one with Zayn or a mini guy Darcy but he did somehow.

He walked into the kitchen lazily and sat on one of the bar stools opposite perfection. Zayn had heard Harry's grunting while sitting on that stool and boy did it do something to him !

"What're ya makin' ?"

"Did you write anything for the new title track?"

"What're ya makin' Zayn ?"

"Samosas. Do you want one ?"

"Can I have you instead? "

Travelling has always been a big part in my upbringing and my personality. I feel better instantly when I'm travelling, especially historical places. I live in India and this is Jaipur.

It gave me good feels and was a mesmerising place.

Night changes || Draco Malfoy x fem! Reader

Just a third person’s point of view

Warning : Implied smut, kissing, sexual thoughts. IDK hand holding ?

Pairings : Draco malfoy x female slytherin reader.  

1st September, 1991.

Them meeting each other in the train was just as normal as meeting every other day. Their families had close bonds and so the children were also tolerable towards each other. 

1st September, 1992.

This time they were seen off by only their mothers. The children went and sat down in a compartment avoiding all the sneaky, git- like gryffindors. Of course they’d been taught the meaning of ‘blood purity’ and they took it seriously. Second year came by and went.

1st September, 1993.

The year when puberty takes you on a ride. His hair were falling from the sides. He had parted his hair, no gel, he was a bit taller and had started to wear his tailored black suits to complete the image of being a Malfoy. She had grown tall too. She had started wearing earrings more often and wearing long, light greenish dresses to keep up with her name and reputation in the wizarding world. This year they had started to talk a lot more. Being in the same houses was an added bonus to them. Their family was just as happy and them being in a euphoric stage of experiencing boys and girls and doing activities which were frowned upon by some. 

One day, after coming back from the library, Draco saw her going to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. She has tear stains on her face. She was obviously crying and had decided to wash her face since she didn’t want Draco to see her like that. Too bad he did. 

He followed her acting like some crazy stalker without calling her name. Just walking briskly silently.  

When she entered the bathroom, she walked over to the sink and washed her face. She grabbed a face towel from the side of the basin and looked up only to see Draco with a concerned look. He had tried to ask her what was wrong but she didn’t budge at all. He thought he had heard her mutter, “some stupid git told ‘em I was sleeping around”.

Turned out someone had. He beat them to a pulp the next day for hurting his “angel” as he started to call her. 

1st September, 1994.

The yule ball. They had gone together. They were fair dancers to be honest. Their friends had been out with their dates from different houses to which upon hearing they only scoffed and said, “isn’t she a muggle-born” or ,“isn’t he a squib like creature”. 

She had worn a soft green champagne dress down to her heels. With a simple pearl necklace Draco had gifted her and an ancestral watch along with black heels that complemented her oh so wonderfully. Her hair was all shiny and let down just like normal school days.

Draco looked dapper in his dress robes. He was wearing a white-button up shirt with a light pink bow, an all black coat with shiny black shoes. His hair was parted to one side with no gel. 

They had danced and drank so much that day. They were just a little bit tipsy but still sober enough to walk themselves to their dormitories. Draco tried holding her hand to which she didn’t realize what was happening. He thought his hands were clammy and excused himself from the dance floor. Just as he walking out of the great hall, she walked hurriedly after him and held his hand and asked him to stay back. He did. He was just imagining his hands were clammy. 

That night several witches and wizards were in other beds. Not specifically their own. Girls in boys’ beds and Boys and girls’ beds. 

The effects of the drinks were wearing off. And now they were fully sober. They were holding hands and walking down to the dungeons to sleep in their own beds but Salazar had other plans for them. 

They were walking silently, holding hands when she stopped in her tracks and said, “Draco, stop”.

“Why angel? What is it?”.

She was fumbling and fidgeting with her hands when he pulled her closer to him.

“Angel is this fine ?“

“Uh yes, this is what i wanted- i mean yeah this is wonderful no this is fine no that’s not what i meant i thought -. Let me just start over. Can i kiss you?“

“Angel, yes.“

He put his one hand on her lower back the other one cupping her jaw well. She held onto him as if her life depended on him. She had placed her hands on his face and kissed him tenderly. 

Once he broke the kiss they smiled at each other. They kissed again. Pulled from the kiss and kissed again. This happened so many times and as they got lost into each other, they didn’t even realize she was in his dormitory. His friends were somewhere else to which he was so thankful for. 

They were both lying on his bed. She was wearing a black shirt which he borrowed her. She wasn’t wearing any lowers. She just felt comfortable like that and this was Draco. Her friend?. He was wearing his usual emerald green joggers. He didn’t wear a shirt to sleep that day for some reason as she kept on blushing while looking at him and hearing his response with his signature smirk plastered on his face, “Like what you see angel? I mean I know I’m beautiful. But nothing and no one compares to you of course.” 

“Well thank you Draco.“

“I want you. Your love, your pain, your sadness. I want all of you and of course a few treats here and there.“ She laughed so loudly at the latter part he felt satisfied for the night and the days to come. 

“Only if you’re willing to share yours. Treats included Draco Malfoy.“