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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
My brain making self-destructive decisions I know I’ll regret later
Ten times Raulson nearly killed us. 😍😘
"You can't be your best self until you find your tribe."
- Misty Day.
My brain making self-destructive decisions I know I’ll regret later
Ten times Raulson nearly killed us. 😍😘
since it’s mother’s day , here’s some milfs ♡
why is there no milf hashtags??? i am so disappointed
edit: it’s okay i made some hashtags 😎
You’re the poet in my heart
Misty Day x Reader
warnings- Suicide attempt ngl, kinda sad but then happy, copious amounts of yearning
Also guys sorry I’m not hyperfixated on the hunger games anymore so I’m having trouble finding the motivation to write for lucky 😭🙏
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You were young when you met her, you remember the days running barefoot through through the woods and the excitement feeling in the pit of your stomach associated with her smile, she was like a breath of fresh air after being stuck inside all day. The days spent in bed with her singing softly to you, occasionally pressing a kiss to your knuckles or stroking your hair. A delightful change as you had always considered yourself rather plain. The smell of her lingering in the air when she wasn’t around, consuming your days.
You had always known she was special, although it never occurred to you to mind. Misty on her own meant so much to you that it wouldn’t bother you. Until members of the local church you both attended picked up on these abilities.
They had dragged her in the middle of the night, kicking and screaming from her bed. You had followed along, shouting and pleading with them not to hurt her, nobody listened. that’s when it hit you. You knew you were going to lose her. And as they strung her up to the wooden podium you screamed. You screamed and cried until all the air was gone from your lungs, you screamed until you couldn’t anymore and someone had to pull you away.
After that you felt empty, you couldn’t eat or sleep for weeks, like a part of you was missing. You sat at your desk, scribbling down letters, despite knowing she’d never read them you continued writing anything you felt. Mountains of paragraphs describing the details of how you missed her. You felt totally hopeless and like there was nothing you could do to feel normal again, not without Misty. You needed to clear your mind.
So you stepped out into the crisp night, feeling the cool breeze dancing along your skin as you walked to the creek bed through the woods. You stood on the bank and looked over. Noticing the water had risen due to the spring showers plaguing your town. Then an idea walked into your head.
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You could jump.
So as you stripped off your cardigan, and peeled off your shoes and stepped off the bank, plunging into the cool heap beneath, the last thing running through your mind was Misty.
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However you awoke, smelling the Louisiana mud in the air, and feeling it deep through your fingers. You moved yourself, attempting to fill your lungs. Peering around, you had noticed you were in a garden of some sort. You didn’t recognize it but there was a tiny cabin near where you were. You attempted to get up however you stumbled a bit before eventually catching your balance. You made your way towards the cabin hearing the familiar sounds of Fleetwood Mac playing from the inside. You felt a sense of nostalgia connected to it, however in your state you found it unable to reach into the depths of your memory and pull out any memory you had associated with the music. You raised your hand and knocked at the door.
You were immediately greeted with a warm presence, wrapping you in her arms, and with the sight of her smile and the smell of her hair in the crook of your neck, the memories came flooding back to you.
Tears began to spill from your eyes onto her. She Leaned away from the embrace and began stroking your face with her cool, ringed fingers.
And you knew, that you had found what you had searched for.