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kittenwalker · 1 year

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a helping hand (kyle spencer) x (fem!reader)

“ Hey get me another shot Frankenstein “ Madison shouted to Kyle, our butler, while holding up her shot glass

Kyle ran towards Madison and followed up with her request. All four witches in this academy were always treating Kyle like some dog, especially Zoe and Madison. Zoe and Kyle seemed to have something going on but looks like Zoe cut ties with him. You were always intrigued by Kyle, you wanted to help him. You wanted him to feel loved in a way.

You are the fifth and newest member of Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. You arrived a couple of weeks ago and were starting to warm up to everyone but you weren’t fond of the other witches. It was kinda just you and yourself, you do share some glances with Kyle but nothing more. Even though you wanted more than that, you wanted to mean something to Kyle.

“Hey bitches listen up, there’s a party tonight anyone wanna join me? “ Madison announced making you look up from your food.

Everyone agreed to tag along except you, you weren’t really into parties. All the wild people and loud music scare you. So you decided to stay back to do some revising on magic.

“ You have no life y/n, “ Madison said chuckling

“ Nope just don’t like parties “ you shrugged

“ Alright then you’ll have to take care Kyle and make sure he doesn’t kill himself “ Zoe instructed

You nodded and continued eating while the others chatted about the party.

Walking up onto the spiral stairs, you entered your room to take a hot shower before checking on Kyle. When you came out from bathing the house was quiet, indicating that the four witches had left to attend their party. You wore your clothes and walked into your room, you saw Kyle sitting on your bed and you jumped getting scared by the sudden presence.

“ Kyle you scared me “ you laughed

“ s-s-sor-ry “

You stepped closer to him and a gush of his scent washed over you. You can smell sweat all over him so you asked.

“ Kyle, did you shower yet? “

“ I d-don’t kn-now how to, “ he said slurring his words

You instantly felt bad, you forgot Kyle was from the dead and can’t do normal basic things. But an idea surfaced in your mind, you ran over to your nightstand and took out your spell book. You were going to attempt to fix him.

Flipping through the book in a hast to find the spell that you vividly remember reading about. There you found it, page 364 titled ‘ bringing back a zombie’s sanity ‘. You needed the following ingredients to make this spell successful. Mud, dirt, water, mint leaves, rose petals, and a piece of the subject’s hair.

Mixing all of the listed ingredients, put it over a fire to boil it. Then let the subject breathe in the substance for a minute. After that bind it all in with a kiss, this was pretty simple you thought as you reread it.

You collected all of the items and went back to your room eagerly, you wanted Kyle to have another chance to live normally again.

You and Kyle sat in the ring of candles surrounding you both. You started crushing the mint leaves and rose petals to dust then combining it in a pot with the mud, dirt, and water. You emit a small flame under the metal pot with your powers, making the substance boil.

“ Kyle, you need to inhale this substance for about a minute alright? “

He looked at you and then nodded, putting his head on top of the pot. After a minute or so you needed to move on to the next step, kissing him. You were quite nervous but you do want to kiss Kyle just not expecting your first kiss to be like this.

“ Okay Kyle now we need to kiss now “

He looked up and it seemed like his eye lit up hearing it. You leaned into him pecking at his delicate soft lips but the short peck became a full kiss. You pulled away and put out the flame asking how Kyle felt. He tested his voice and it seems to have worked. He wasn’t stuttering anymore, it made you smile to know that it work. Before you knew it, Kyle was engulfing his large hands around your body thanking you.

“ Thank you y/n, I couldn’t be more grateful “

“ Of course, I’m happy to help “

Kyle pulled his head back to face you, hands still on your waist. You stared into his dark brown eyes then slowly moved to his lips, gosh you just wanted to kiss him. The kiss you shared with him earlier only made you crave more, bravery took over your mind and you smashed your lips against his.

His soft plush lips started to move against yours, his tongue inviting itself into your mouth. You both break away to catch your breaths and you watched as a smirk took over his lips.

“ That wasn’t part of the spell but I liked it “

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evanspresso · 2 years

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Come home to me

The keys rattle in Evan’s hand as he unlocks the front door, the first thing he notices is that the lights are off. He looks around wearily because he swore y/n said she’d be home, though it looked as if she hadn’t been.

It was a long work day, table reads and wardrobe fittings took up the most of his day, from five in the morning until mid evening.

He remembers their phone call where she’d said that going out wasn’t her plan for the day since she ran errands all of yesterday.

He knew she didn’t have class because it was Saturday, maybe she was getting takeout? But they went grocery shopping yesterday.

He sighed, kicking off his shoes after locking the door behind him. He begins to unlock his phone when he hears soft music down the dark hallway.

He doesn’t even bother turning on any of the living room or kitchen lights while he makes his way towards their shared bedroom. With his hand on the knob, his ears perk up once he hears ZAYN playing from behind the door with y/n’s voice singing along- he can’t help but stall his movements to listen.

“Whyy? Why wait to fiiighttt? Give it a tryyy or I’ll say goodbye while it’s rightttt…” y/n drags out causing Evan to chuckle lightly.

She doesn’t notice him when he walks in and it all clicks in his head as he notices that she’s engulfed in homework. She’s got her headphones in and he realizes that she’s probably been at it for a while now, not even realizing the time.

He stands behind her and bites back a smile as he reaches for her ponytail and tugs on it causing y/n to let out a yelp and snap her head up in his direction.

“You piece of shit!” She yells as he doubles forward in laughter.

“I didn’t know there was going to be a concert tonight.” He says in a teasing tone, earning a glare in response. “Baby, I’m sorry! I had to!!” He defends as she stands up and punches his bicep.

“You scared me!” She whines while she hides her face into her hands. Evan snorts out before pulling her into his chest as she huffs out, looking up at him with tired eyes. “I didn’t even realize how late it got."

Evan yawns and kisses the top of her head, combing his fingers through her hair as he smiles down at her small frame. “When I walked in it was all dark, I got worried, thinking that you weren’t home or something.” he shrugged.

Y/n nods “Sorry” she chuckles. “How was your day?” She asks before resting her head against his chest, running her hands against the muscles of his back causing him to hum in appreciation.

“Long as hell” he groans. “You?”

“Long” y/n agrees. Evan nods and his grip tightens around her while his lips press against her forehead. “How about we go to bed, huh?”

“Absolutely.” Evan muses, throwing y/n over his shoulder making her gasp loudly before tossing her onto the bed playfully. A loud "oof”coming from her lips as she laughs in surprise.

“Are we sleeping or…” she questions, watching him peel off his t-shirt.

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yandereunsolved · 2 months

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ꨄ︎ Yandere Kit Walker ꨄ︎ tw: assault

"Sugar, what's wrong?"

"O-One of the... one of the orderlies—"

"What happened? Tell me. I'll fix it."

"I got hosed down and t-touched."

"Oh, my sweet apple pie. Come er'. Just for a second. While no one's looking. Let me hug you and help make it better."

The orderly was reported absent from duty the next day.

No one is sure if he just went up and quit or if something more sinister happened.

You only told Kit.

He wouldn't, would he?

#american horror story #kit walker #yandere imagine #yandere kit walker #imagine #reader imagine #yandere aesthetic #yandere #yandere american horror story #aesthetic board #ahs asylum #drabble #x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n

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giaavqe · 28 days

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if i were to start writing fics / one shots and drabbles for ahs characters, would anyone read them? ive had the idea for a while since i can never find a fic with a perfect scenario i wanna imagine. but i need people’s input before i start.

for more context, i’d probably focus on evan peters’ characters, since im most accustomed to them, but i can do a range of other characters (not limited to ahs) and im in other fandoms, like scream, saw, f1 (i will NOT be writing for the drivers i find it weird im sorry😭), and other things (i’ll probably make a get to know me post if this does well ig).

also a little kyle spencer appreciation right here bc i love my bby and he doesnt have nearly enough fics😞

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drowningyoursorrow · 8 months

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'ALL MY DREAMS AND ALL THE LIGHTS MEAN NOTHING WITHOUT YOU

kit walker x gn! reader (requested)

You and Kit first met when you both were sent to the asylum for crimes neither of you committed. You two grew incredibly close but never tried for anything more, although you badly wanted to. When the both of you were released, you went separate ways, you found the limelight and became a surviving star. Books and talk shows about your experience whilst Kit went off the radar, you try to gain his attention with your stardom. But will you succeed?

!!!: violence, swearing, kissing, angst W/C: 4.2k

YOU still clearly remember the day that you were dragged out of your very own home and misplaced into the asylum. An unfortunate day it was, you were grieving the loss of your best friend. It was raining that evening, everything was aching, and you felt as if you couldn't carry on. How could you? Your dear friend was everything that you had, without them, you felt as if you had nothing.

Before you could mourn any longer, there was a loud bang and distant shouting, outside your home. Fear struck you, then there it was. "Open the door _, you are under arrest for the murder of _!" Before you could even collect what was going on, your front door slammed forward and fell just before you. There you came face to face with a group of police officers, with a few holding guns and riot shields.

Your ears were ringing and everything felt hazy during that moment, then quickly you were shoved into your floor. Your head hit the ground hard, which only made you feel more nauseous as people surrounded you. Soon you felt yourself being roughly handcuffed, then being pushed through the crowds of officers and people as camera flashes blinded you. What was going on? Then you felt yourself fall into the backseat of a van, you couldn't hear anything, you could hardly even see.

Eventually, everything drowned out as you felt yourself pass out and succumb to your concussion. Soon after, it felt like you weren't awake, and you weren't sleeping either, you felt the vehicle shake as it moved. Everything felt so painful and sore, you could mildly make sense of your current condition. Laid flat at the bottom of the vehicle in between rows of seats on the side on the inside. Everything appeared metallic, your senses slowly coming back to you as you felt the cold of the steel.

Weakly you pushed yourself onto your knees, holding on the edge of a seat, attempting to lift yourself up. You managed to sit yourself onto the side and study the rest of your surroundings and your state. It appeared to be the back of a van, but everything else seemed to be barricaded, only a small window in the back doors. You peered through them, clumsily, and only saw rows of trees surrounding the road behind you. The sky was dark and appeared slightly stormy, worse than before.

You wanted to scream and kick around, beg them to let you go. But your heart wasn't in it, you recall them mentioning murder--you murdering somebody. The name being a blur but of whom was what you couldn't remember, your head was throbbing. You tried to touch where it hurt and finally picked up on the chains that were wrapped around your shape. How did you just now notice this?

That was probably why you struggled so much just to sit yourself up. Nevertheless, you lifted your cuffed hands and felt the top of your forehead, wincing at the slight pressure. You brought them back and noticed blood now covering your fingers, drawing in a breath to calm yourself. You relaxed but still couldn't ignore the pain that took place in every part of your body, you just wanted to know where they were taking you.

Not only that, but you'd assume you were about to be locked up for a murder, that you hadn't done. Maybe it was still the grief that filled you or wanting to just lay down and never wake up. But you honestly had hoped where you were going had something for you to lay, even though that should be the least of your worries. You closed your eyes and leaned against the wall behind you, hoping this was a dream of some sort. But you knew that the pain you're feeling was real and genuine, what a terrible day it was.

There was a loud bang of the doors being slammed open and darkness surround you as you struggled to recollect yourself. You felt your sides being pulled, and messily climbed out from the vehicle, still unable to really see. You could only piece out, what looked to be, a hospital? Before you just closed your eyes trying to gain back your consciousness, soon feeling yourself being pushed upstairs. Then cool hair hit you and just for a second, you basked in it.

Only being able to see fluorescent lights above you and faint talking beside you, and now you were just clumsily standing. Before you could feel yourself collapse, you were being dragged somewhere again. Then once again, you were shoved into a room, the sound of a door shutting behind you. You were still in chains, but you hoped that they'd remove it later, since it was dark when you made it out of the van. You fell into what you assumed was a bed, ignoring the discomfort you felt.

The walls were messy and old, everything was secluded, and you could faintly make out a bucket. You just laid yourself back down, making due with a position with the chains. And you closed your eyes, letting the exhaustion finally hit you, the pain subsiding only for a moment. For some reason, you didn't feel angry or anything, only tired, like you've given up already. You thought for a moment, you hope tomorrow is better.

You were awoken by clanging from outside your door, sitting yourself up against the wall behind you. The door creaked open as a nun made her way to you, looking down at you, judging you. You only looked up at her, unsure of what to make of the situation, mainly focused on why a nun is in a prison? "Get up." It was all she said, and you complied immediately, she seemed to appreciate that as she just gave you a smirk.

She pulled out multiple keys and undid the chains on you, surveying you as you rubbed relief into your arms and legs. A grateful look took place over your features as you gave her a hesitant smile, "thank you, thank you very much." That was all you could make out, your throat felt dry and sore, you could almost hear it when you spoke. "Follow me, I need to take you to the common room where you can stay in your free time." You only nodded and followed behind her, stumbling a bit with your steps as she led you through the long hallways.

You observed the walls and rooms you two came across for a moment, and then it clicked in your head. You weren't at a prison, you were at an asylum. But why? Before you could question any further, you two stood before a room that held groups of people. You turned to look at her, clearly confused and lost, but she only held up a finger.

"Just go on, I'll give you a proper tour of this place later, I have business to attend to." And with that she was gone, you were a bit far away from the room, so nobody really noticed you. You just swallowed away your questions and stepped into the room, it was loud and a bit messy. You could feel that you stood out from the rest of these people, but you continued your way around the room. A record player was beside you, you made sure to situate yourself away from everybody.

You were sure that the confusion was evident on your features because there were two, seemingly normal people approaching you. Unsure of how to really converse with the situation you're in and your current condition, you just pretended as if they weren't there. But they tapped you and stared at you, confusion on them as well, they were studying you. There was a male and a female, looking similar in a way, they both had brown hair and were pale as can be. They looked more rugged than you did, beside the blood stains and bruises that probably showed on your features.

"What happened with ya'?" The guy spoke up, and the woman just glared at him, in turn he just gave her an apologetic look. You didn't know what to say, and your throat was still in pain, but you tried your best to sound normal. "I got knocked out and brought here, I thought they would've put me in the cooler or something. Is this like a place for crazy folks?" You let the question slip out, but they seemed amused at your response but remained hesitant. "Ya, sort of, what did ya' get in here for?"

The guy seemed to have a lot of questions, but his expression seemed genuine, so you continued. You thought for a moment, "well, my best friend died recently, so I was processing that, and the fuzz just came in and said I murdered someone, I can't remember who they said, but I didn't. I couldn't even say anything really, I was just put here." The two of them took in your words and relaxed a bit before nodding their heads, "Ya, that's how it wus' for me too. Lana here was put in here for somethin' differen' though." The two of them continued asking more questions about you and the events that lead to you coming there.

Throughout the upcoming weeks, you got to know the both of them more and discover how long they've been at the asylum. Kit Walker was the name of the guy, he was a sweet fella and often got hurt the most. Lana Winters was the name of the woman, and she was more on the quiet and mature side. It took her longer to really warm up to you, but she looked after you as much as Kit did. They told you their whole plan to escape and get out of the place, they were setting everything up and wanted you to be a part of it.

You gladly agreed, when you guys weren't setting up your plans and brainstorming over almost everything. You'd occasionally hang out, Lana mostly did her own thing and you didn't bother her. Not only that, but you admired her in every way if you were being honest, you had placed all of your trust with the both of them. They've clearly been through more together, and you didn't mind, you enjoyed what you could get. You often spent more time with Kit since he seemed to enjoy quality time.

As the months passed, Kit began to tell you about himself and what he's gone through when he first came to the asylum. About his wife and, Grace, he never went into specific details on what had happened, afraid you wouldn't believe him. But when he did admit to what really happened, he expected you to just stare at him and believe he was joking. He was surprised and conflicted when you only turned sympathetic, your eyes didn't doubt anything he said. And that's when he felt it, he felt his stomach flutter, and he could only give you a breathless smile.

You two would hold each other when you cried and find comfort in one another whenever the two of you were alone. Sneaking out of your rooms a lot just to enjoy random spots Kit discovered in the asylum, and you loved every second of it. Occasionally Lana would tag along and those two would bicker like siblings, they finally made you feel whole again. You didn't really feel the need to communicate with them when you all hung out, you enjoyed just being alongside them. Lana would listen to your sorrowful stories, and Kit would hold you dearly when you cried.

You did grow more and closer with the both of them, and you viewed them both as very close friends. Well, your only friends. But you saw the both of them very highly, Lana, eventually picked up on your sudden interest in Kit. She pestered you about it until you did tell her that you were quite fond of him, and she could only smile. She gave you advice or things she's heard him say about you, and you pretended it didn't affect you.

Kit couldn't contain his smile whenever you two would interact, most often looking forward to when you guys would chat. Whenever he would come back after a punishment, he would immediately seek you out, since you would soothe him. He pretended like your platonic hugs didn't matter, but he always found himself melting into your touch. Whenever you got in trouble, he would plead to get caned instead of you, it hurt him to see you get punished. And as for you, you even begged to take his caning instead of him, and you were bad as him.

Eventually you two would talk about life when the both of you got out of the asylum, what you'd do, who'd you become. He mainly talked about how he wanted to get married or to adopt kids, he was always fond of the domestic life. You didn't care what you did or who you'd be, you mentioned how you hoped all of you would still be close. It made him pause and think about it, he only stared ahead as he thought about his future with Lana and you. All he said after that was, "I hope for us to have a good future together."

You didn't push, he was out of it for the rest of the day, seeming lost in thought a lot as you and Lana talked. Hoping it wasn't something that you said, you just headed back to your room, shamefully. Lana only watched you leave as she glared at Kit, he wasn't even paying attention, just anxiously bouncing his leg. When he finally did look up, you were gone and Lana was complaining about his behavior. It registered in his brain that you must've been put off by his sudden change of behavior.

He only groaned into his hands as Lana pitied him and his obliviousness, so she headed off to give him some time to himself. But he finally figured out what he wanted. As he stared up at the ceiling of the common room, leaning back against a chair. It was registering in his mind on how you two would laugh and hold onto each other, enjoying the other's presence. He wanted his future to be with you.

Building up the courage, he told you, he told you how he wanted to get out of this place with you. He told you how he wanted to be together with you, to get married to you. He told you how he wanted to raise kids with you, if you wanted to. He told you how he finally found someone who genuinely made him happy, and it was you. He told you that he was in love with you.

It was when the both of you snuck out and hid in his room, you could only smile as tears escaped you. He was scared, why were you crying? But all you did was just smile and kiss him, you kissed him like your life depended on it. And he accepted every ounce of love that you were willing to give. You two laid in each other's arms that night, looking forward to a better life together.

Later, you slipped out of his arms to head back to your room, not wanting to get in trouble. You slept more peaceful than you ever had that night. When you awoke, you could only see Kit sitting alone in the common room, he was lost in thought. He saw you approaching, and a blissful grin broke across his features, he hugged you, but you were worried about her. Most often, she was there before the both of you, so where was she?

But before you could think any further, what he said made you frozen. "Lana--Lana got out!" You stilled and joy filled you, you recalled what the plan was, she escapes and proves you and Kit's innocence. You couldn't even form any words, so you and Kit just held each other, your future was coming. Furthermore, you could hardly even think for the remainder of the day, you knew Lana was always smart, your admiration was what fueled you. She was your inspiration and your support, you already couldn't wait to see her once more.

A couple of weeks passed, and eventually you were able to get out before Kit, you were framed for the murder of your best friend. The thought still angers you and makes you feel defeated, but they eventually discovered it was suicide. You don't like thinking or talking about it, guilt always swallowed you whole whenever you did. Lana revealed that the forensic department was just uncoordinated and didn't look more deep into the cause of death. And what led to it, automatically assuming it was you because of close relations.

You told Kit that you'd gladly wait for his release and that you'll be waiting for him, and you two would get married. And he kissed you one last time before the two of you departed, The tape was revealed, proving his innocence, but it still took some time to get him out of there. During that time you came face to face with reporters, obliviously you answered each one. People even offered you a lot of cash just to say one sentence to them with your experience in the asylum. Before you were sent away, you were having money problems and barely making it to the next month.

So, you accepted each offer that came. Every book deal, every guest appearances, and anything that was offered. Overtime, you became a surviving star, Lana seemed to take the same route as you and you two would soon discuss ideas with each other. When Kit was eventually released, all he saw everywhere was you. All of it confused him, he'd seen you and Lana everywhere and for some reason. He didn't feel ecstatic about it.

He could see the change in the both of you, but what he didn't like most of all was who you became. When you heard of his release, you immediately went to him and greeted him. You couldn't contain your excitement one bit, and so when paparazzi discovered who you've been head over heels for all this time. It was everywhere. Kit accepted all of your attention, but he wanted nothing to do with the press or any of it. You two did spend a lot of time with each other, and you were giving offers to Kit, which would help him get back on his feet.

He could only stare at you with a saddened expression, all he wanted you to know was why you were doing this? You two had each other, why would anyone else matter? Nevertheless, he never judged you, he just denied every time you wanted to do a collaboration with him. With your busy schedule, the two of you began to fall apart, with bickering that turned into full-fledged arguments between the two of you. At the time, you were upset, and you just couldn't get where he was getting at.

Overtime, the both of you just broke it off, and you knew you felt your heart shatter when you went out your guy's shared home. He regretfully watched you from behind. He watched on how you didn't turn around when you were grabbing your bags, how you didn't turn around when you walked out through the door. How you didn't turn around when you put your bags into the back of your car, on how you didn't look back when you got into the driver's side. How you didn't even slow down or stop when you drove out of his sight, to never come back.

You watched how he just stood there when you packed your bags, you watched how he got out of the way for you to walk through the door. How he didn't say anything when you were grabbing your keys and heading to your car. How he just stood there and watched you put your luggage into your vehicle. How he just stood there when you got into the driver's side and paused for a moment. How he just stood there and watched you leave, without even waving or saying goodbye.

Years passed, and you became more than you ever were, with your new books and talk shows. You had everything you could ever dream of stardom, money, and cars, you'll always remember who got you into vehicles. You heard of his new upcoming marriage, you didn't know until Lana came to you and told you. It was when the two of you were just visiting in your apartment, she knew that it was better to know now rather than later, and you only paused and stared ahead out the window. You were happy for him, he was getting all that he wanted in his life, he was achieving his dream.

Maybe you should've fought harder for what you really wanted and not what you thought was the best for you two. You could never forget the expression on his face when you both agreed to separate and go your own ways. Your vision became blurry as your face became wet, Lana didn't say anything, she just went to you. And held you, just like he used to. You only began to sob harder and bury yourself into her arms, wanting to disappear and forget about everything.

You eventually calmed down and just gave a content smile, you were happy for him. But you knew that deep down that you'll always love Kit Walker and his terrible jokes. Lana and you decided to attend the wedding yourselves, deciding not to tell him that either of you were going. You slowly let yourself recover and adjust to him being with someone else, it was for the best. He was going to get what he wanted from the start, and you were going to happily watch him do it.

When the lucky day came, you decided to dress modestly and try your best to blend in with the rest of the crowd. Kit quickly noticed Lana, but he didn't see you, you made sure to stay in the back of all the crowds. You walked away from the group and stayed in a more secluded area as you smoked, needing a break. You heard someone approach you from behind, and you realized it was him. Surprised, you choked on the smoke in your lungs and hurled forward, the pain catching you off guard.

Kit obviously tried to go help you, but you just shoved him off and turned away from his curious eyes. He shouldn't see you like this. "Holy, are ya' alright? That sounded like it hurt, real bad." There was a smile in his tone, you just nodded your head weakly, still facing away from him. You wore a hat earlier to help your disguise, and it was working, "yeah, yeah feelin' great."

Shifting your voice into more of a deeper tone, he didn't seem to pick up on it. He just chuckled behind you, and you contemplated what to say, you wanted to talk to him one last time. "So how's the wedding? Best day of your life?" "I spose' you could say that, it's a weird feeling." "How so?" "I don' know, guess this wasn't what I expected." "Well, what did you expect?"

The question made him pause as he looked at the view behind the both of you, the ceremony was still going on. He's not even sure what drew him to this place to speak with this stranger, so he pauses. "Thought it'd be different," was what he finished with before heading back to his now spouse. You didn't even realize that you began to cry, so you hurriedly wiped away the tears and took a second. You'll be okay.

There stood Kit as he waited for his partner, you didn't want to look at his expression, knowing it'll only make you hurt more. Why were you doing this to yourself? They eventually looked at each other and said their vows, that was when you finally decided to look up. He was so happy, and you could feel your throat becoming dry once more, this was for the best. Mindlessly, his eyes surveyed the crowd before he finally kissed his spouse.

There he saw you. You were crying, but a smile was placed on your features as you clapped. You weren't looking his way, no, you were staring at the ground below you. Afraid to look up, it was already too much for you. So you got up and headed to leave, Kit stopped the kiss and stared at your back. He was watching you leave again, and a familiar feeling bloomed in his chest.

He finally saw you again after all of these years, and it's the same way when he saw you last. He could only smile as he realized it was you he was speaking to earlier, you who he watched choke on a cigarette. Turning back to stare at his partner in the eyes, but in the back of his mind he thought of something differently. He recalled the question you asked from before, what was different? he expected he would be marrying you. Maybe in another lifetime, would you be the one he's saying his vows to, maybe you two would've ran away together.

Maybe you both wouldn't be cowards next time, you'll always love each other in the end anyways.

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- Inspired by Without You by Lana Del Rey - I have not written something with this many words in a while - Sort of proofread? - Alternate ending maybe

Hope you enjoyed and if you have any requests or questions please dm!

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taintandviolent · 1 year

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For the drabble: Kit Walker, color blue and 🥺 please (& ty)

Song: Peter Gunn - The Art of Noise, Duane Eddy (fhlsdjfhksjfh no I'm dying the idea that immediately popped into my head omg this is going to so corny I'm sorry)

"Whaddya' think, sugah'?" He was so dorky, but so cute. The way he boyishly held out his arms for you to admire his pristine, white orderly uniform. You looked up at him, eyebrows knitted together in worry. Eyes brimming with tears, you wiped away the snot.

"Woah, sweethaht'. What're those fah? Don't back out on me, now."

"Kit, what if.... what if they notice us?"

"They ain't gonna'. We're gonna' act natural and walk right on outta' here. Look, I found the perfect size for you." Proud of himself, he held up a nun's habit.

"C'mon, my little baby blue. Get up. I'll help ya' put it on."

You took a deep breath. Kit's large hand dipped to the small of your back, rubbing it encouragingly. "Act cool, baby... act cool."

Once he'd dressed you, peppering kisses along your hairline before putting the headpiece on, he took a step back. He nodded, approvingly, assuring you that no one would recognize either of you. You opened the door and stepped out, quickly striding down the hall. You heard the click clack of Kit's dress shoes as he caught up to you. Unconsciously, you hugged the walls, wanting to stay out of everyone's way.

"Evening, Daniel." The orderly paused. "Sister."

"Good evening," you replied, neck stiff and eyes staring straight ahead until the man was out of earshot. You turned and looked at Kit's chest. Daniel was embroided in a dark blue.

Your foot dropped down onto the first step of the winding staircase. You could see the door, the light from the outside world. You hesitated, seeing Sister Jude finish a conversation, and turn to climb the stairs.

"Easy, sugah'... you're doin' great." Kit murmured under his breath, so low you almost didn't hear it.

Sister Jude, the scariest woman you'd ever met, brushed past your shoulder without giving you a second glance. And you and Kit Walker marched right out the front doors of Briarcliff.

#it's so camp and stupid lmao I'm sorry anon #ooof sorry that was a little longer #ahs fanfic #questions answered #anonymous #requests #kit walker #kit walker x reader #kit walker x yn #drabbles #myfics #mydrabbles

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divineruler · 1 year

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Thank you guys so much for 700 followers! That’s crazy. I am very lucky to have so many folks here to read the one fic I post a year. I’m hoping in the future I’ll be able to keep up the motivation to write more shit for you guys. But till then I’ll just be here being horny on main.

Folks who are special in my heart: @evanpetersluver @divinelyruled @divinerulerluvr @undeadcortez @quicksilverownsmysoul @kitwalker02 @evanspresso @americxn @mossybank @nastyavenuee @twinkiemaximoff

I’m sorry if I forgot anyone, I’ll be updating the tag list when I’m home at my computer 😭😭

#divine drabbles #american horror story #ahs #divineruler #kyle spencer #peter maximoff #evan peters #kit walker #kai anderson #colin zabel #mare of easttown

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localnerdforsteveharrington · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022

Hey guys, here's another post about kinktober. For those that would like for me to do fics/blurbs for each day, please can you send me different kink so that I can create a post with them alongside any tropes that might be used as well.

Reminder of the fandoms I would like to write for:

marvel cinematic universe

stranger things

criminal minds

grishaverse

miss peregrine's home for peculiar children

marauders era

bridgerton

american horror story

Extras:

Mattheo Riddle

Stiles Stilinski

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fbfh · 1 year

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Kit is 100% for a FACT a feminist. What more could you want?? Feminist?? Not racist?? Nice house?? MHMMM 💳💳💳💳

YES. KIT IS A FEMINIST THAT LOVES TO EAT PUSSY. he is absolutely 1000% husband material. he dances around with you in yalls big old kitchen while dinner is cooking, singing terribly to the radio. he's so exuberant and so off key that he has you giggling in moments. which of course only encourages him more. but like can you blame him? he loves seeing his wife smile, loves being the one to make you giggle like that. and oh my god his kisses. just the way he touches you is so loving. he just oozes this soft domestic loving devotion. his hands are soft on your waist and his lips are warm on your neck. husband husband husband.

#tumblr user rainforest daisies #kit walker #kit walker x reader #kit walker drabbles #ahs #ahs x reader #ahs drabbles #ahs asylum #on episode 7 and I wanna kiss Kit's forehead so bad #i want to be his magic wife and he's the sociable husband in a 60s sitcom #bewitched au now please #a little flick of your wrist and scrunch of your nose and his coffee is refilled. he loves it. cannot get enough #hm.#drabbles

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redroses07 · 2 months

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AHS boys cuddling headcanons. <3

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back from my year long hiatus! It's been a crazy year for me and I've been through a lot of ups and downs but I'm finally back! Expect me to be posting a lot now because I have a TON of ideas. Anyways, enjoy this little drabble! Love y'all!

Contains: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Michael Langdon, and Xavier Plympton.

Tate Langdon:

This boy is definitely a little spoon.

Constantly asks you to hold him in your arms.

You, personally love this, and happily wrap your arms around him lovingly.

Places soft kisses on your fingers while you trace his features.

Absolutely LOVES when you play with his hair, he practically begs for it.

Now don't think he's always going to be the one being held, that's just what he prefers.

If you're feeling down he'll pull you into his chest, and hold you like something's going to take you from him (his abandonment issues showing)

Loves kissing your neck while cuddling.

Kit Walker:

Kit is truly the most loving partner you could ask for and cuddling with you is one of his favorite things in the whole world.

Likes to see your pretty face so prefers that you two lay facing each other.

Softly tells you all the things he loves about you while pressing kisses to your nose, lips, cheeks, and forehead.

When I tell you his hands would be all over you, I mean ALL OVER. He loves to trace his fingers down your arms, torso and stomach.

Kit also likes to sneak his hands under your shirt when your laying together, and he often falls asleep with them like that.

Cannot fall asleep unless his hands are on you in some way (will not lose you like he lost Alma)

Anyways Kit is amazing and I am in love with him.

Pre-death Kyle Spencer:

Tbh he's my least favorite Evan character so apologies if this sucks.

For some reason I feel like he loves to nuzzle his face in your neck, and he often falls asleep like that.

Lets you lay on his lap while he works on schoolwork, and starts playing with your hair when he loses focus.

Loves when you sit in his lap, he will pull you in his lap literally anywhere. No matter if you're alone, or with your friends he feels the best when you're comfortably situated on his lap.

Jimmy Darling:

Big spoon!!!!!!

Loves when you straddle his waist or wrap your arms around his neck.

Really loves to feel as close to you as possible so he'll tangle your bodies together in every possible way.

One would think it would be hard to get comfortable like that but your comfort is Jimmy's #1 priority, even if that means sacrificing his own.

So if that means his arm falls asleep or his leg cramps, that's okay! as long as you're co. mfortable.

Jimmy loves to kiss your cheeks, and when he's in a silly mood he quickly switches between the two. This leaves you flustered, and in a fit of giggles.

James Patrick March

You wouldn't expect it but James LOVES cuddling with you.

On the outside he seems like he would be cold and dismissive in a relationship but you are his EVERYTHING.

Loves when you lay on top of him and he can comfortably wrap his arms around you.

Constantly whispers to you how much he loves and adores you and would do anything for you (In love with his accent)

Probably not surprising but he likes to leave marks all over you, and not just during sex.

Will bite and suck on your skin while you're cuddling. His favorite place to leave marks is your collarbone.

He sees this as an intimate act, and loves the idea that people will know you belong to him.

Kai Anderson

Lets be real...this man is not a cuddler. To be honest he only cares about you when he's trying to make the messiah baby.

But occasionally he'll be extremely overwhelmed with cult responsibilities and will turn to you for condolences.

Holds you while he vents to you about his frustrations.

Plays with your hair or fiddles with the straps of your tank top to distract himself.

Will also ask you about your day to give him something else to think about.

These are the few times when Kai shows his vulnerable side.

Will kiss your shoulders while you tell him about your day, or give him cult advice.

Michael Langdon:

I love Michael so much y'all he's literally my husband.

Cuddling can go either way with him tbh. Sometimes it's him holding you, and sometimes it's you holding him.

When he holds you he pulls you into him and traces is fingers along your back.

Loves to intertwine your fingers and tightly grip your hand. It makes him feel closer and more connected to you.

Cuddling is when you and Michael have your most intimate bonding moments. When you spill your deepest thoughts and secrets to each other.

On the other hand, when the pressure on Michael is too much, he wants you to hold him.

He cries softly, and stuffs his face into your chest in an effort to hide his tears.

When life just becomes too much for him being held and kissed by you makes everything feel okay.

This is a weird one but I feel like he'd have you brush his hair (I love long hair Michael don't hate).

Xavier Plympton:

Likes to listen to music while cuddling, and will softly sing along if he knows the lyrics.

Will also tap on your back along to the beat.

Likes when you lay your head on his chest and drape your legs over his.

Loves to talk while cuddling, telling you everything that comes to his mind.

He talks, you listen, and that's what he loves about you.

Takes breaks in between his various rants to kiss the top of your head and make sure you're comfortable.

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kittenwalker · 1 year

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omg u should do a frankenkyle fic where the reader is comforting him during a thunderstorm at night :(

notes : a very sweet and fluffy oneshot with the cuteness overload kyle spencer. Also sorry for the unnecessary long intro 😭 Hope you have a lovely day and remember you always matter. Enjoyyy :)

Y/n was the fifth and newest addition in this academy, competing to be supreme. She got sent here a month ago so, it was true that the other four girls had more advantages than her. But just because she was here later than the others doesn’t mean she is weak. Y/n is just as powerful or even more powerful than some of the girls. She already knew what she was capable of when she was 17 which was two years ago, before she even got here. Y/n just didn’t want to tell anyone because she thought she would get judged about or bullied for. She had no one to talk to about this matter and understand her struggle. So she just taught herself how to manipulate and control her own powers. Along the way she of course got more powerful and stronger but that’s how she got caught being a witch, she was too careless.

Y/n was so angry at her mother that she accidentally lit her curtains on fire. The incident shocked both of them and her mother immediately sent her away. Y/n was devastated to move away, she thought she was going to some psych wards or juvenile but she ended up here. Y/n was quite nervous when she arrived but she warmed up with all the witches and now she’s happier here than where she was 2 years ago. She found her people, where it was normal to use her magic.

It wasn’t just the four witches she warmed up too, there was Kyle too. The sweet butler that worked around in the coven. The boy who also always got bossed around, cleaning up other people’s mess, serving them and other terrible things. As much as Y/n loved Madison she was way too cruel to Kyle. So she decided to help him out a little, like playing some games with him and keeping him company. Though he also had this stuttering problem which Y/n soon found out why as he opened up with her. God did it hurt Y/n when hearing about his past, his mother, his death and new life. Everything was terrible in his life but he still had such a big dream to become an engineer.

Y/n tried making his life better by doing everything with him, being there for him. And it did work, Kyle smiled more and looked more cheerful. He just needed a person to accompany him and listen to him at all times. Y/n adored him and Kyle adored her, they are great for each other and they soon indeed became a thing.

Staying up late as always to study and strengthen her powers as the days were counting down to the 7 wonders test. Thankfully, she had the privilege of having her own room so she wouldn’t need to bother anyone.

Y/n had to ace this assessment in order to be supreme, so she sacrificed every hour of her time to study and get better. Even Cordelia is counting on her to be the next supreme and Y/n certainly didn’t want to let her down.

It was about 1.36 am and there was a thunderstorm happening tonight. The wind was so strong that it sucked open her windows and the thunder roared very loud, but she always did enjoy the presence of rain. The smell of it and the comforting feeling it gives off, so she didn’t mind it at all.

But a little someone was the opposite, he was terrified of the rain. The booming of the thunder and the striking brightness of the lighting were all scary to Kyle. He could never sleep when it rains in the middle of the night. He always thinks some monster is going to come up and eat him alive so he puts a pillow over his head and huddles himself in blankets to hide whatever was coming for him. Hoping to sleep it off and forget about it, but tonight wasn’t the case. No matter how much he tossed and turned, he couldn’t fall asleep. So he had only one other solution.

Y/n stared and stared at the pages, trying to understand what the words meant. Her mind was so clouded with finding out the meaning she didn’t even notice that someone had entered her room. “ Y/n? ” A soft spoken Kyle called out, shaking up the distracted Y/n. “ Kyle, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be sleeping? ” Kyle made a guilty face and pointed to her window, indicating the storm brewing bigger outside. Y/n quickly understood where he was coming from and shifted herself to the side of the window so he could have space to join her, not needing to be beside his fear as well.

She patted the soft cushion and smiled at Kyle as he ran towards her. Tucking his feet into the mountain of blankets in her bed. He pulled the blanket up to his face and cuddled with it, digging his head into Y/n’s chest as he closed his eyes, whispering a thank you. “ You need the candles to be blown out? ” Kyle quickly opened his eyes and shook his head, making an angry pout. “ I know h-how important… t-this test is, y-you n-need to s-study. ” Such a sweet soul, potentially sacrificing his sleep so she could continue her revision. Y/n softly smiled and pecked his lips before going back to her spell book.

2.23 am, Y/n eyes were starting to droop and the words on the pages were starting to blur. She was about to fall asleep soon but had to jot down a few more notes. Gathering the last bits of her energy, she wrote down some helpful notes for her to not make the same mistakes. As tired as she was, her guard was never down and she felt a pair of eyes staring at her. Turning to her left, she caught a dazed out Kyle still awake, admiring her. “ Mr Spencer, why aren’t you asleep? It’s almost 3 am ” Y/n sternly whispered. Though getting caught, he didn’t stop looking, his eyes glistening with love as he gazed at every inch of her face. “ P-pretty ” He mumbled softly.

Y/n’s eyes widened subtly, crimson red coating her cheeks. She could never get used to compliments or the fact that she is in a relationship. Never knew she was that kind to commit to one, being top is all that got her attention, not boys.

Kyle kept on drooling all over her, studying the beauty of her face. Y/n on the other hand stared into his brown eyes as they trailed all over her face. The moment was beautiful, looking like it came out of a movie from a third person’s view. Their eyes filled with fondness and adoration for each other. God this is true love right here, just like the olden days, true old love that is rare these days. But like every romantic moment in movies, it gets interrupted.

A huge blinding lighting shot through the sky, followed by a loud booming thunder. Kyle scurried under the blankets and pressed his head against her belly. Afraid of what’s out there trying to catch him and take him away. Poor Kyle was all shaken up, Y/n could hear how fast his breathing was and see how fast his chest was rising. To be completely honest, the loud thunder also kinda scared Y/n a bit. But she has to be the bigger person in the situation now, Kyle is more in need of comfort.

“ Kyle it’s alright, it was just a little thunder. I’m here, no one is going to capture you because they’ll have to go through me to get to you and I’m very strong! ” Y/n assured him in a light-hearted tone. After hearing her promise, Kyle slowly lifted the blanket off of his head, peeking to see if there were any monsters. Y/n helped him to get out of the puddle of blankets and hugged him close. Y/n realised he was shaking and rocked him back and forth while she played with his hair.

Y/n cupped Kyle’s face and frowned when she saw his unsettled expression. She used the pads of both her thumbs and swiped it over his cheeks, giving him a kiss on the tip of his nose. Kyle still didn’t seem fine so Y/n needed an idea. Her eyes wandered around to find something to lighten up his mood.

A light bulb lit up in her head and she broke the embrace to grab something from under her bed. She had a collection of stuffed toys in a box and they were all so special to her, they were all her childhood toys and she kept them for nostalgia. They each had a meaning, a lion which represented bravery and loyalty. Y/n used to talk to the lion when she was upset, sharing all her problems with him. Then there was also a dinosaur, it’s job was to protect. When she was scared, she would cuddle up with her dino and it would wash away her fears. Lastly there was a cat, whenever Y/n was angry she would take her anger out on it. Punch it, shout at it everything, yea a little violent but it worked without hurting anyone.

Thinking she would share her little trio with Kyle, she picked out the dinosaur for him. Kyle looked at her, confused. Y/n handed him the cute dino and explained how it could help him and how he could use it. By the end of the explanation, Kyle had a sweet smile on his face, grinning cheekily at his new friend.

“ So, what are you gonna name your new buddy? ” Y/n smiled while sweeping a piece of his hair out of the way, glad that her plan worked. “ Bo-b ” Y/n chuckled at his cuteness and checked the time, ‘ oh no it’s 3.46 am '. She looked back at Kyle who was still in a daze with his new gift, while he was distracted, she fluffed up her pillows and spreaded out all her messed up blankets. After everything was perfect, she pulled Kyle into her arms and adjusted their position so they were laying down now, ready to sleep.

With a flick of her wrist, all the candles were blown out, leaving them in a room of darkness. The thunderstorm has also settled down into a drizzle, making it more relaxing than scary. “ Goodnight Kyle, also remember you’ll have to protect Bob from getting dirty as well alright? ” Y/n mumbled in a sleepy tone and felt his head nod in her neck, making her hum in response. Y/n made sure Kyle felt safe and pushed his head deeper into her neck as she cuddled him up. She kissed his mop of hair and whispered, “ I love you Kyle ” “ I lo-ove you Y/n ” Kyle replied back in a half-asleep tone. Falling asleep sweetly in each other's arms and comfort.

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evanspresso · 1 year

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can you do one where y/n is having a bad day she’s like crying for no good reason and she can’t sleep but is exhausted and evan helps her like sort of comforts her?

and all of a sudden I felt really tired

Y/n doesn't know what it is.

She doesn't know if its because she has endless amounts of projects due and it's her last semester ever, or the fact that she has a raging headache that not even two extra strength tylenols can get rid of.

She doesn't know if it's because she is laying in her boyfriend of a month's bed and she's nervous to make a sound or move wrong. She clutches her pillow tightly and closes her eyes to try, just try to find that peace in her mind so she can fall asleep.

Jesus, fuck!

She whimpers and hastily removed herself from the thick duvet and slips off the warm bed. Y/n runs her fingers through her hair and makes her way out of his bedroom.

Her eyes adjust to the dark living room and she groans out lowly, thinking that this is where the kitchen was. She doesn't know where the light switches are and quite frankly is too shy to even turn on the lights. What if he wakes up and finds her like this. No, she cannot have that.

She chuckles lightly and makes a beeline to the right and groans loudly, causing tears to run down her puffy cheeks.

"Seriously?" she throws her hands up in annoyance as she faces his office, where endless amounts of scripts lay scattered on his desk.

Her chest heaves because all she wants is some God damn tea but she can't even find the kitchen. She sniffs and lets her shoulders sink as she begins to cry softly, because maybe she just needs a good cry. She feels so silly but she wants to allow herself to feel these emotions.

I'm just overwhelmed.

It's dark and she feels hidden, her shoulders tremble as she tries her best to be as quiet as possible. She lets herself cry for about five minuets until she hears his voice before she actually sees him causing her to freeze with her hands halfway covering her tear streaked face.

"Y/n? where did you go?" he questions.

She can hear the rasp in his voice as he gets closer to her and she closes her eyes in defeat as she hears him flick on the light's causing her to cower back in response.

"Oh. There you are! What are you doing down here?" he chuckles as he walks over to her slowly. He doesn't see her tears yet and he smiles tenderly at her.

"I can't find the kitchen." she lets out making him frown as she moves her hands away from her face.

Evan's eyes widen and sticks out his chest as he takes a deep breath, placing his large palm against her cheek. Her head tilt's to the side as he holds her face to look up at him.

"What's wrong? what happened?" he searched her face for any signs.

It's like a triggered reaction and her face curls up again as she starts to cry. Evan coo's and pulls her delicate frame into his chest as she wraps her arms around his torso and lets herself cry into him.

Evan's hands trace her back soothingly as he lets her cry softly into his chest. He bends his neck to kiss the top of her hair repeatedly to let her know that he is there, and that it's okay to cry.

"I- I'm sorry I- I didn't m- mean to wake you up." she hiccups.

"It's okay. Don't be sorry. You didn't anyway, I had to go to the bathroom and I noticed you weren't there." he whispers into her ear. "Just take a deep breath okay, baby?"

This is the first time he's given her a pet name and her heart does cartwheels and butterflies start to dance in her stomach as she looks up at him with a timid side smile.

He smile back softly and her head falls back as he supports her neck while she looks up at him with her large beautiful eyes and it makes his heart bounce from left to right, up and down making him bite the inside of his cheek.

They both take a deep breath and he nods at her, signaling for her talk and that it's okay to tell him what she's feeling. He will listen.

"I'm feeling a little overwhelmed... I think. I have so many things on my mind and I'm just so exh- exhausted." her voice breaks as she looks away from his face.

"mhm" he hums, caressing her tear stained cheeks with his thumbs. "You couldn't sleep?" he asks.

Y/n shakes her head, yes. she takes a deep breath and looks back up at him and he move his hands from her face and runs them down her arms before he takes her hands and brings them up between them.

He fan's his lips agains her knuckles and breathes lowly, his breath warming them before he places small reassuring kisses against them. "I came down to make some tea..." she sighs. "But, I couldn't find the kitchen." she says bashfully making Evan flop his head to the side, his hair falling in his face making y/n run her fingers through his locks.

"Well." He says standing up straight suddenly causing her to jump. "Follow me, baby." he says cheerfully.

Evan takes her hand and nearly drags her towards the kitchen, her lips turned up into a big smile as he looks behind his shoulder at her and gives her a toothless grin. He squeezes her hand as he turns the kitchen light on and spins around to place his hands on her hips.

"Here's the kitchen!" he sings making her squeal.

"Ohh" she plays along.

He lifts her up effortlessly and she wraps her arms around his neck, her legs dangling below them as he walks her towards the island. He doesn't sit her up right away, he smushes her against the counter and his body and she blushes as he looks down at her with his dark eyes gleaming. "Can I get a kiss first?"

Y/n nods and lifts her head as he meets her halfway. Both pair of lips playing the game of 'catch me if you can.' They giggle as they lean in and pull away at the last second, their breaths fanning between them both before she catches his chin and crashes her lips into his.

Melting, melting, they both moan into one another and their bodies mold closer to each other, Evan's fingers digging deeper into her hips as she caresses his soft skin.

He smiles as he feels her lashes kiss his cheeks and he pulls away making her gasp for air, their chests heaving as he stares directly into her eyes as he places her onto the counter slowly.

The muscles and veins in his arms bulge through his white t- shirt which catches her wandering eyes and she hold's her breath as she lets herself hungrily admire him. "I feel a little better." she hums.

She watches him move around the kitchen effortlessly, filling up the kettle with water and placing it onto the stove, he heads towards the pantry where he keeps the tea. "What kind do you want?" he questions from inside.

"Green. Please."

Seconds later he comes back out, closing the pantry door with his socked foot and takes a washed mug from next to the sink and places the tea bag into the mug as they wait for the water to boil.

"You need help with any of your projects?" he asks, running his hands up her thighs as he walks back to her. He fits perfectly between her legs.

Y/n crinkles her nose at him making him playfully scowl. "Hey! I know I never went to college, but I think I can help." he says making her giggle.

"Yes. I'd love that." she finally says, kissing his shoulder. "Thank you." she beams.

Evan bites his bottom lip and catches her hand mid air, after she moved her hair behind her shoulder. She looks at him in surprise as he brings her hand towards his lips and flips it over to kiss her soft palm.

He doesn't take his eyes off of her and her mouth falls agape as she watches him admire her, forgetting about the kettle that suddenly starts to sing, signaling that the water is boiling.

"I'm falling." He whispers. Y/n's brows shoot up as she watches him kiss her palm again and she shifts her hips slightly. "Will you catch me?" he questions, seriously.

"I-" she looks at him with shock and closes her mouth as she grips onto his t-shirt desperately. "Only if you catch me too."

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