#patty x allison fic

[nakedmonkey]

Every time I look at your writing prompts list I get lost in Patty x Allison daydreams. With their soft moments & banter, I can hear almost all the prompts in character, one way or another. The way you write them too, ugh its just SO good! The one I am obSESSed with, though, is 108 "is that my shirt?" because Allison would totally wear one of Patty's flannels as a nightshirt and there's something special about seeing your sweetheart in your clothes. Bonus points if you combine it with 14 and 1.

Hi :) Thank you so much, Anon, this was tons of fun to write. (it's only xmas themed because I started it before xmas and I got like 80% done before tumblr crashed and I lost the whole thing, and I was just too frustrated to get back to it until now, so I hope you like it) Under the cut for some Content.

is that my shirt///you heard me. Take. it. off///come over here and make me//

So, they live together now. It’s a thing that’s happening, and no Patty would not like to examine it too closely, lest she ruin it by doing or saying something stupid. But still. Sometimes, it hits her. That they live together. That they’re…a couple or whatever.

Patty often feels like she’s navigating this relationship thing too stiffly. She’s not made for massages from strangers, and she’s not made for this, but she’s working on it. It’s been easier in past relationships, she thinks, because she was good at faking it. The feelings part. If she’s being honest, it terrifies her to say it out loud. To say It out loud. Even though she feels things so intensely around Allison that, more often than not, the words want to claw their way out of her body like a cat trapped in a box or something.

It’s safe now. Patty knows it’s safe for them to just be. For the most part, they are doing just fine. But she’s still getting used to it. The way her heart races when Allison enters a room suddenly and it hits her. Like, oh, yeah. They’re here now. Allison’s here now. Everything is okay. 

Sure, Allison is still Allison, and therefore always thinking of some way to raise Patty’s blood pressure with some crazy idea, but Patty doesn’t have to question either of their feelings or intentions like she did once upon a time. She has to keep reminding herself of this. She should really go to therapy, but who has the time? Patty feels like a newly adopted shelter dog that is comfortable and happy, but still, sometimes, cautious. She can’t help but be on guard. After a lifetime of it being necessary to survive, she has to remind herself that the walls she built around herself for protection aren’t needed anymore. Luckily for her, Allison is more than willing to chip away at them when Patty can’t work up the nerve to. 

It’s how she finds herself engulfed in Christmas decorations. It’s Christmas Day and Patty’s sitting in her home, looking around, wondering how Allison managed to get all this crap in here without Patty fighting her on it once. She’s like a ninja sometimes. It’s wall to wall Christmas, and there are piles upon piles of gifts under the giant tree Patty helped Allison haul in the day after Thanksgiving.

Looking around the kitchen and living room, while sitting at the table, Patty listens for the sounds of Allison moving around in the bedroom, having finally woken up, and says, loud enough for Allison to hear, “It looks like Christmas threw up in here.”

“Good!” Allison replies, her voice muffled before she enters the kitchen in one of Patty’s flannels and a pair of Christmas themed socks. “That was the point.” 

Allison leans over the table and kisses Patty chastely on the lips, offers a quick, “Mornin’” and beelines for the coffeemaker. 

Patty can’t seem to look anywhere else but wherever Allison moves to next; up on her tippy-toes for a mug from the top shelf, then back over to the coffee pot, where she pours herself some and sips it before moving toward the fridge. 

“Is that my shirt?” Patty manages to ask eventually. Her mouth is suddenly dry. Why is her mouth so dry? 

“Huh?” Allison shuts the fridge, carton of milk in her hand as she looks down at herself and then smiles up at Patty. “Oh. Yeah! I like to wear your shirts sometimes after you wear them ‘cause they smell like you.” 

She says this so casually. So matter of fact. It makes Patty’s head spin. They really are here together now. It’s always a shock. 

“Take it off.” 

Allison snorts and looks up, having poured enough milk into her coffee. 

“What?” 

Patty licks her lips subconsciously, her eyes trailing down Allison’s bare legs, then back up to meet her eyes. She rakes in a breath and repeats herself, “You heard me. Take. It. Off.” 

Allison gapes at Patty as the message lands, and Patty doesn't miss the way Allison leans back against the counter as if she can’t help it, the way her knees press together. How she inhales deliberately before replying, “Come over here and make me.” 

They haven’t done this. The sex-in-the-kitchen thing. But Patty is realizing that some things don’t have to be thought about and processed to death before they happen. They can just…happen. She can just kiss Allison, and kiss her some more, until they’re both so worked up she eventually forgets to think about anything at all. She can slide a hand between Allison’s legs and let the sound of her gasping her name blur all the uncertainty out of her mind.

This helps, Patty realizes, when Allison slides a hand up the back of her neck to grab a fistful of dark hair as she keens against Patty’s mouth and angles her hips. 

When Patty’s fingers curl upward the way Allison likes, Allison’s grip on Patty’s hair loosens until her hand eventually finds its way to Patty’s left breast. She palms it, finds her nipple through the thin fabric of her t-shirt and rolls it between her thumb and index finger, and Patty presses her harder against the edge of the counter, and now, Patty’s mind is absolutely, blissfully empty. She pulls back, breaking their kiss so she can watch Allison’s brow furrow, so she can see how she bites her lip and breathes a little harder, how her eyes get hazy the closer she gets. 

“I love you,” Patty says. And it doesn’t make her crazy. It doesn’t make her want to die with embarrassment, it doesn’t leave her feeling raw and exposed. It feels…right. 

“You do?” Allison pants. 

“Yeah,” Patty tells her, doesn’t give her a chance to say it back because it’s more fun to that thing with her thumb, and then Allison is coming, cursing through gritted teeth as she does so, and then she’s pulling Patty in for a kiss that borders on sloppy, and Patty loves that.

Patty loves when Allison nuzzles her cheek and hugs her after, how she kisses Patty’s neck as she catches her breath and softly says, “I love you, too,” before trailing her lips along Patty’s jawline before eventually finding her lips again. 

It’ll return. The fear, and doubt. Patty knows there’s no easy solution to that particular problem, but as Allison walks her back toward the bedroom and they knock over some ridiculous dancing snowman, Patty doesn’t really care because she has someone now, someone who turns her into a person who doesn’t mind living in the middle of what very closely resembles a Christmas display window. 

#kcfh #fanfiction #patty x allison #random prompts #fic prompts #patty x allison fic

[royalarmyofoz]

🥲

#after the fic i just read too #wow im emotional #allison x patty #mary hollis inboden #annie murphy

[thegirl20]

Today’s KCFH thought I foisted upon @piratekane:

I was thinking about Tammy coming back to Worcester, reluctantly, maybe for some big birthday her sister is having or something. And she’s waiting for her outside a coffee shop or some kind of store and across the street she catches a glimpse of a familiar couple. She hides herself as best she can in the doorway and watches the two of them interact and it makes her sad to realise that she never saw Patty at her best, at her most free. She never heard her laugh like she’s currently laughing at something Allison has said. Whenever she and Patty held hands, it always felt like Patty was pulling away the whole time, but now her fingers are tangled in Allison’s like some complicated knot it would be impossible to unpick. She’s not even sure she saw her smile. Not properly. Not like she is right now as she looks at Allison.

And Tammy realises she was right. If it’s the right person, it should be easy.

#allison x patty #patty x tammy #kevin can fuck himself #fic prompt #nobody thought to point out i had mucked up the letters?? #you just let me hang around tumblr talking about a chicken restaurant 🤦🏻‍♀️

[legendarylibrarianwitch]

So I rewatched the last episode of Kevin can fuck himself and I was so focused on pattison the first time that I didn't appreciate enough the fact that every woman has some character development (separately from shipping dynamics).

What I mean is that this ep is really about women, not just Allison, speaking their mind and geeting free from manipulative/abusive partners and codependant relationship.

Patty is finally standing her ground to Patty! “I can’t uproot my life just to make you happy”, I’m so proud of her! Patty is setting boundaries with Neil and telling him to handle his own shit for once was chief kiss

Diane “that’s not my job Neil” refuses to elope with him and tells him she can’t be the reason he stays sober, what a queen!!! And she’s sober for more than 200 days!!! I’m so happy for her.

Allison’s “I want a divorce” line is so powerful. The moment when the audience cheers and is on Allison’s side as soon as she stands her ground and then we leavethe sitcom world ??? Amazing!

Random thoughts:

The episode felt a bit rushed at times

Is that the librarian lady in the hair salon?

Allison tries to reconnect with her love of reading while patty can’t read anymore, that’s funny. You two should start a bookclub together! And maybe read queer and lesbian literature together ? That might give you some ideas, just a thought *knowing smirk*

On a side note, I’m kind of digging Allison’s brown hair

Allison, honey, if you want to get back into reading, you shouldn't start by reading Ulysses, a book known for being super dense and long! Because you're just going to end up frustrated and feel stupid. Trust me, I'm a librarian so I know what I'm talking about lmao

Patty and Allison are so in love, I was grinning like an idiot every time they spoke about each other. Patty casually admitting Allison is her favorite person, I love it! Patty never stopped looking for Allison and tracking her lastest localization. She never gave hope on Allison, bless her sad gay ass! Alliso, thinking she doesn’t deserve to come back to Worcester and to Patty ??? Allison, stop being dumb and go back to your wife! you deserve each other

When Kevin sets the fire due to his careless drinking and destructivee way of life because he has no one to back him up or clean his mess so he has to face actual consequences for once, that was karma bitch.

#kevin can fuck himself #allison x patty #hopefully I'll have some free time this week so I can fincally read some pattison fics #life was busy with work and friends

[dclarkadmin]

🌹🌹🌹

Idly, she considers getting beef jerky. But it just makes her think of Patty and she cannot, can not, think about Patty right now.

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Tucks it away in the glove compartment and definitely doesn’t spend the rest of the drive thinking about the words, confessions, apologies that she could scrawl on the back.

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She sleeps, fitful and broken, but sleep nonetheless. She dreams, sometimes of Kevin or Neil, but mostly of Patty.

#decided that 3 roses meant 3 lil lines. all from one fic tho. #fanfic #ask #allison x patty

[recliquary]

acid chemistry / savage energy by shivroy / @leiakenobi

fandom: kevin can fuck himself pairing: allison/patty tags: past/present/future summary: It’s not that Patty intends to give off an I don’t play well with the other girls sort of energy, but there’s a reason that she’s one of the guys in the first place.

rec note: i really loved this concise look at an allison/patty timeline with great reflection of the themes of the show, especially in terms of allison’s relationships with men and women and allison envisioning a future for herself. the mood set by the fic fits the canon really well.

#kevin can fuck himself #fic #allison x patty #allison mcroberts #patty o'connor

[heytheredeann]

Isn’t it lovely?

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

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

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

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(Ao3 version)

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Patty isn’t very good at being gentle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

#allison x patty #patty x allison #pattison #kcfh fic #kevin can f**k himself #kevin can fuck himself #not spn #my fanfic #kcfh

[nakedmonkey]

I never found a prompt list I liked, but if you guys want, as a V Day gift, you can leave me a line of dialogue & a ship in my ask box, and I’ll write a little ficlet :) fluffy, funny, angsty, smutty. Whatever you want. 

#barbara x melissa #katherine x sadie #allison x patty #beth x rhea #beth x mary pat #gerri x karolina #whatever other ship I can't think of in this moment that is gay #fic prompts #no longer taking prompts for this ty!

[0gasstationcoffee]

Floating

Fandom: Kevin Can Fuck Himself

Pairing: Allison McRoberts/Patty O'Connor

Summary: Takes place right after 1x08, featuring a drunk and half naked Allison, a worried Patty, a tub, and something maybe finally going right for them.

Chapters: 1/2

The events of the past few hours happen like this:

Patty. A fight. An effing awful fight with ugly truths and cutting words and-

(And almosts. Feelings that build and build in Allison's throat 'til they're choking her and she almost confesses, almost takes the plunge but doesn't, can't, and no wonder Patty walked away and God, why does everything have to be so hard?)

The anger as she sees the mess in the kitchen that she's expected to clean and the disgust at herself as she begins to do so.

A heap falling out of the closet and Neil, big gullible dumb Neil as he towers over her and waves his phone and says he knows everything and the fear as she scrambles to grab it and then terror as strong hands wrap around her neck, squeezing and squeezing and Allison hopes, Allison wants-

Patty.

She's there, with a broken beer bottle and yelling at Neil on the ground clutching his head and saving Allison's life, asking if she's okay and staring at the bloody gash on her palm that she can't recall getting.

Allison reaches for her and Patty grips her hand tight.

"I'm fine."

She's not but the fact that Patty's here, that Patty came back after their fight, makes it easy to pretend like she is.

//

The events after are a little hazy. Forgive her, she was deprived of oxygen for a few moments. And still a little drunk from the shots she did.

She remembers Neil on the ground, angry eyes becoming glazed as Patty speaks to him in a low, dangerous tone, saying he has no idea what he's talking about and how he's usually wrong and what the fuck was he thinking, strangling Allison, murdering her-

(At these words, Patty's grip on her hand is so tight that it hurts. Allison holds onto the feeling like a lifeline.)

"I wasn't tryna... she wants to kill Kevin! You both... my phone, she-"

"Ya don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about." There's no room for argument, the way Patty says it. "You'd have been the only killer here if I hadn't walked in."

Neil's eyes are on you lightning fast, as if he’s just now only realizing what he did and your hand instinctively goes to your throat at his gaze, too little too late to protect it.

"I…Shit." He mumbles, shakes his head, and winces.

Patty takes him to the hospital after that. But not before saying that none of what just happens is to leave this fucking room, not before saying that Neil is unreliable at best and no one will believe him anyhow but they will believe the goddamn bruises that are sure to appear on Allison's neck. Not before pulling Neil up and grabbing Allison's hand on their way out, stopping for a second to look at her and only letting go when she gets too far.

It's the intimacy of the moment that does it. The frantic worry in Patty's eyes, the gentle touch of her hand, the fact that Patty initiated the touch.

She gets half a sob out then stops and quickly touches her neck.

"Fuck, ow."

She stands in the kitchen for a few minutes then grabs a bottle of red wine and takes a large, painful swig on her way to the tub.

//

Three quarters of the bottle later and Allison feels floaty.

Not the swimming kind of floaty that used to make her feel weightless and powerful and like she was worth something and God she misses swimming but the drunken head spinning kind of floating that she's been feeling more and more lately.

She thinks Sam would have something to say about that. The thought makes her giggle.

Well, it's a weird strained kind of giggle. Her throat is killing her. Her life is killing her.

Or was killing her, until recently. But without her preferred painkiller Patty (weird giggle again) here, she'll just have to fall back on old methods.

The tap is on before Allison remembers she's fully clothed. Oh well. Another swig from the bottle and it doesn't matter anymore.

She remembers high school, how she would push herself as hard as she could in the pool to be the best and she was, dammit she was, and apparently the phrase “no pain, no gain” had some merit because everyday her body would ache after practice, and she’d go home and get right in the tub, floating and ignoring her parents’ jokes about how she was in the water more than out of it.

(Allison missed her parents. She missed how they would take care of her and not make jokes at her expense and cheer at her swim meets and fuck Kevin for ever making it seem like she needed to be saved from them because if he hadn't, maybe her mom wouldn't be in South Carolina and her dad wouldn't be on the mantle.)

Water splashes over the edge of the tub and she turns the tap off with her foot.

It's nice, being submerged again. It's calming and the warmth feels amazing on her abused neck but Allison's not getting the floaty feeling she wants so she places the nearly empty wine bottle on the tub’s edge and takes off her soaked dress. It's a struggle, given she's drunk and the dress is heavier than normal but eventually it lands partially on the bathmat with a wet smack and fuck that feels good.

Allison sighs, a deep soul revealing sigh that only hurts a little bit because of the soothing warmth, and she feels a bit more like herself.

Even when she fumbles the wine bottle and it drops into the tub, turning the water pink and for sure staining the white bra and underwear she's wearing, Allison still feels more like herself than she has in a long time.

She moves her wet hair to one shoulder, scooches down a bit to rest her head, and falls asleep.

Seconds, minutes, or hours later, she's rudely awoken by a panicked shriek.

“Allison!”

#kevin can fuck himself #kcfh #allison x patty #pattison #allison mcroberts #patty o'connor #my fic #fic

[thegirl20]

Anyone fancy writing this for @piratekane​? I cannot put words together at the moment.

#fic prompt #allison x patty #kevin can fuck himself

[legendarylibrarianwitch]

As soon as I finish the last few episodes, I'll check Ao3 for pattison fics to feed my obsession for them. I know nothing of the ending so let's hope it doesn't suck. I'm late to the party but I hope there are some long-ass fics out there because I live for the slowburn, the pining, the longing and the angst of it all

#kevin can fuck himself #allison x patty #the amount of selfcontrol I didn't know I had to not go on Ao3 and binge fics like I'm some parched traveler lost in the desert #guess I've found my new obession for the next months

[royalarmyofoz]

i have yet to find an allison x patty fic that really hits the spot

#angst and turmoil and flirting and fucking #is that too much to ask for?

[thegirl20]

TITLE:  To those nice, nice nights AUTHOR:thegirl20 FANDOM: Kevin Can Fuck Himself PAIRING: Allison/Patty SUMMARY: Patty’s next birthday RATING: Teen NOTES: Based on this tumblr conversation with @royalarmyofoz

#allison x patty #pattison #kevin can fuck himself #kevin can f*ck himself #kevin can f himself #kcfh #writing #fic by me

[nakedmonkey]

prompt 18 "i swear it was an accident" for patty x allison 💕

"Don't be mad."

Patty freezes at the door, the keys she pulled out but didn't get to use before the door flew open with Allison on the other side still in her hand.

"What's wrong?" She asks. "How worried should I be? Did someone see you do whatever it is that you did? Is someone gonna call the cops?"

Allison looks guilty and freaked out, but she manages to exhale a laugh anyway as she shakes her head, very obviously blocking Patty's view of whatever is going on in their house.

"No. No, nothing like that," Allison manages. "Um, I...did something."

"No shit," Patty replies with an edge to her voice. "How bad is it?"

"Well, that depends on...on your definition of bad. I mean, bad could mean a lot of things--"

"Allison!"

"Okay! Okay, fine. But just--before you freak out, keep in mind that I didn't mean to. I just...went for a run this morning and it just kinda happened. So just...keep an open mind. Come."

Patty lets Allison lead her by the hand toward their bedroom, which is shut, and for a second, Patty doesn't want to know. She thinks maybe she might need a minute to prepare herself to think of an exit strategy for them both should they need it. Allison however, doesn't give her a chance. Instead, she pushes the door open and points at the other side of the bed. Whatever it is, it's hidden from view.

"Over there."

Patty closes her eyes, inhales deeply and then sharply out through her nose.

"Allison, if that's a dead body, I swear to god..."

Allison pushes her gently and Patty takes careful steps as she rounds the bed. She is prepared for blood, drugs, or yes, even weapons. You never know with Allison. It's part of her charm, but god, even Patty has her limits. So, yeah, she's expecting the worst. What she isn't expecting is what is actually there and her hand flies to her mouth as a gasp escapes her.

"I swear it was an accident," Allison blurts out behind her and Patty turns to stare back, wide eyed.

"How do you accidentally get a dog, Allison?"

"They had a pet adoption thing at PetCo," Allison starts to quickly explain, "and she was just sitting there, looking at me like she wanted to come home with me..."

"You fight the urge and you walk away, Allison."

"I did! I left but I couldn't stop thinking about her, with her shaggy little hair and big eyes, and I just couldn't do it, okay? I couldn't leave her. You can kick her out if you want, but if she goes, I go. So."

Allison doesn't look as confident as she sounds. She's fidgeting, and shifting her weight until she can't stand it anymore.

"Oh my god, are you going to kick us out?"

Patty rolls her eyes and turns to look down at the puppy in the tiny crate. She's a wiry brown mutt that can't seem to stop wagging her tail and, fuck, Patty is already smitten.

"Damn it," she sighs before taking the remaining steps to her and picking her up. She holds her carefully, kisses her little head and then turns to face Allison to ask, "Well? What's her name?"

Allison smiles.

"Biscuit."

Patty's brow furrows. it's too cute for words.

"That's adorable," she says, half warmth, half annoyance that is disappearing by the second.

Patty stops, gives Allison a peck and says, "You can get rid of the crate. I will never put her down again so she won't be needing it."

#kevin can f**k himself #kcfh #patty x allison #fic #prompts #fanfiction #sorry this is so late!