#ahs lana winters

[v-love]

please could I request a sweet fluff with kit walker x female reader where they both have feelings for each other but the reader feels so insecure bc she is already a full adult woman who never had a date before, never kissed anyone in her entire life and she feels so behind everybody with her zero romantic experience, and kit comforts and reassures her, talks a lot very friendly and sweetly with her trying to get her off any self judgment and stuff, and so with him being so sweet and understanding and friendly to her she finally sees her time of loving unfolding and slowly things happen between them? tysm, i think it would be the sweetest thing ever! :')

 I Already Know

Kit Walker x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Summary: Everyone has a team of writers who are writing their story. You were no different. The writers of your story however were cruel and gave you nothing but sadness and false hope. That was until a new writer steps in, giving you the love and care that you deserve…starting off by giving you Kit Walker.

Not proofread </3

Warnings: smut at the very end, angst, fluff, loneliness, the narrator speaking to the reader. (I hope i didn’t miss any-)

Images/GIFS are not mine.

Word count: 10k

THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD LIKE AT ALL IM SORRY

TW: There is a possibility that you could feel as though you are not real while reading this. You are real, please remember that.

The paragraphs/sentences in italics is the narrator/writer speaking to you.

The paragraphs/sentences in italics and bold are you speaking to the narrator/writer.

You sigh softly as you crack your neck. Your work day was so difficult, multiple people ordering last minute cakes and cookies, difficult customers, your bakery being short staffed. Overall, you had one of the worst days. It’s nearing Christmas and you had so much to do the next day to complete all the orders you got. You were thankful for your job at the humble little bakery in town but days like this made you question whether or not you should just quit and do the job you had a college degree for, teaching. You loved children, you loved caring for them. You loved watching how they run up to their parents and hug them tightly. You wish you could have kids, you would be a wonderful mother. The only problem was that you have never had a love interest in your little story. You were just a lonely woman in this cold world.

However, I see you little bird. I see your sadness, your pain, your loneliness. Don’t worry your little head, I’m going to finish your story with a happy ending. The writers of your story have done you wrong but that’s alright. They’ve given your delicate form to me so that I can give you the happiness that you deserve, little dove. Go on, walk home. I’ll be there shortly to start your new happy life. Rest your head on your now soft pillow and sleep for tomorrow you will meet someone who will make you the happiest woman on earth.

“What a strange dream…” you say to yourself as you wake up. It felt as though someone was talking to you through your dream, giving you false hope. “Maybe it will get better.” You say to no one in particular as you get up. You walk to your bathroom and stare at yourself. You smile a bit as you see that you looked pretty. Your hair was all over but it looked so soft. Your eyes looked sleepy but in the most beautiful way. Your cheeks looked full of color, making you look youthful. You were getting older and the fact that you were sill alone made your family talk. They spoke so much but never saw how hard you worked to get the things you had. You shake those thoughts from your mind and get in the shower, seeing the sun rise through your small shower window. You lathered your hair up with your favorite shampoo that smelled like strawberries. Sighing as you massage your scalp, gently scratching to make sure you clean it properly. You take your time as you rinse your hair, smiling at how nice the warm water felt cascading down your back, filling the steam with the smell of strawberries.

The conditioner smelled just as divine as your shampoo, making you smile more. You make sure to gently tie your hair up so the conditioner could sit. Rinsing your hands quickly, you move onto your body. You lather your arms up, taking care to not miss any spots. You lather up your breasts and stomach, looking down at yourself. You hum a bit as you thought about how you looked. Shaking away those thoughts, you move to your intimate areas and legs which were hairless since yesterday. Taking your wash cloth, you scrub your skin gently, getting all the places you needed to. Rinsing your body, you smile at how glorious it was now smelling. Lastly you rinse your hair from the conditioner, hearing the birds chirp sleepily from outside.

After drying off and doing your dental care as well as applying your lotion, you dry your hair. You had about an hour and a half to do everything but for some reason time was slower than usual, giving you a chance to look your best as always. Sitting down to do your makeup, you sing along to whatever the old radio was playing. “Name Game? Haven’t heard that one in a bit.” You say to yourself as you finish up. You now had thirty minutes to get out of the house, slipping your shoes and coat on, you head out the door.

As you drive to the bakery, you think about all the orders you and some others must make. You enjoyed baking things, so you weren’t mad at it, you just hated it when the customers were inconsiderate. It’s only a few days till Christmas and you and your coworkers needed to get home to your families. Nonetheless, you all worked hard for them. As you walk in, you’re greeted by customers and your coworkers as you pass by to put your things up so you can get to work. Putting your apron on you quickly get to kneading the doughs of different breads and placing the fondant on cakes. Your hands are gentle as you place little candy charms on top of the cakes and some of the cookies. Soon you trade spots with someone so that you don’t tire; cleaning yourself up to take orders.

As you walk up to the register, a young girl looks up at you excitedly, jumping a bit when she sees you. “Hello, Miss Y/n! Mama, sent me to get her usual bread and biscuits!” She tells you, handing you her money. You laugh and bag her orders, taking her money before leaning in. “Don’t tell anyone but I snuck in a couple cookies in for you and her.” You say quietly, watching her beam with excitement. Waving, she says thank you and heads out, leaving you with a warm feeling in your heart.

A young man walks up and smiles at you, wringing his hands from coming in from the cold outside. “Hello, miss. Could I get those two wreath cookies there?” He asks, looking a little distracted. “Those? Oh no, they’re old. Do you mind waiting 5 minuets for the new ones to set?” You ask, preparing yourself for cold words. The man shakes his head, smiling still. “Not at all! How much?” He says, his hands fumbling with his wallet. “A dollar even.” You say, a little shocked at how sweet he was. Watching him fumble to get a dollar, you take in how handsome he was. The way he smiled at you while giving you the money made your cheeks warm. “I’ll be over here, darlin’.” He says, walking towards the small tables and chairs, taking a seat.

Your mind was on other things as you carefully place the cookies in their bag. You hear the jingle from the door and look up, seeing one of your favorite customers. “Hello, Lana! I haven’t seen you in a few days.” You say, walking over to her holding the bag of cookies. “Busy with book signings and interviews...oh what are these?” She asks, eyeing the bag of cookies in my hand. “Oh these are a new design. Give me a second and I’ll show you.” Walking over to the man from earlier, you hand him his cookies. “Thank you, I appreciate it...Lana? Fancy seeing you here.” He says to her, smiling as she hugs him. “My goodness! I have to see you and the kids more often!” She says and as they continued to speak, you seem to drift away and disappear.

Quietly walking back to your station, you pack more orders. Of course he had kids, was probably married as well. Your thoughts become sad as you hand people their orders as they came in to pick them up. Without you noticing the man from before, Kit, walks up and clears his throat. “Miss?” He calls, watching as you turn to him. “Is there anything else you’d like?” Your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes this time, making Kit tilt his head a bit. “Well yes and no. Is it possible for you to make me a batch of these for next year?” He asks, his hands fidgeting with the money in his hands. Your hands move quickly to jog down what he needed from the bakery. “The total is going to be 6.50.” He nods and hands you the money, his fingers lingering for a moment.

Ignoring the way the touch made your skin burn, you look up at him. “You can pick them up in the afternoon at around 3.” You say, handing him his receipt. Kit nods and smiles sweetly at you, nodding in thanks. “I’ll be back soon, I want my kids to enjoy coming here as well. Merry Christmas…er- happy holidays.” He smiles more at the mention of his children and heads out the door. You sigh softly and turn to switch places with someone, being drained from social interactions.

Towards the end of the work day, you put your apron up and gather your things. Your shoulders hurt a bit from the tension they had, making grin softly as you stretch. Walking out the door in the cold snowy air, you get in your car and turn it on. It was 6 o’clock in the evening so you thought it’d be best if you just got some food at the diner, just to treat yourself for the hard days work. As you pull out and drive off, you think of what you want to eat. Where you in the mood for breakfast or in the mood for a greasy dinner?

If you chose breakfast you would get waffles, scrambled eggs, that delicious sweet maple bacon, hash browns, and maybe a few sausage links. Now, if you got coffee then you’d be awake all night and you couldn’t have that, you had some things to do before Christmas. Maybe some juice would be good with that meal. Yeah, you would get juice. If you chose the greasy dinner you would get a hamburger, fries, and a delicious milkshake. Maybe you would do a cheeseburger and switch the plain fries to those spicy fries. For the milkshake maybe a vanilla. You can’t go wrong with the basics. After some though you nod, making your decision.

Watching the world move around from the inside of the diner, you see a couple holding hands as they walk to the door. The girl was beaming as her handsome man kissed her cheek, giving her a dashing smile. She looked happy and content. Shaking your head from the negative thoughts, you see your food coming. You had chosen breakfast. Looking up, you watch the television and see Lana there. It was a rerun of her speech at the library that happened two days ago. As you watch her, your mind goes back to that sweet young man. You wondered if his children looked just like him…or did they look like their mother.

As you finish, you pay and soon head out of the warm diner, driving home. You observe everyone and everything around you as you drove home, humming to whatever was playing on the radio. Your thoughts begin to drift into what you would do for Christmas. Lana and you had become good friends and she invited you to her Christmas party. You already knew what you were going to bring to the party and what you were going to give Lana. All she asked for was her favorite cookies and breads. As you think about those you remember that you hadn’t picked out your outfit for the party yet. Maybe you would wear your favorite dress; it was a beautiful black dress that molded to your body shape but concealed anything you wanted it to. It was one of your favorites because you didn’t have to wear a belt to make it look complete.

Pulling into your driveway, you sit in your car for a moment. You feel the warm air that had previously been in the car turn cold ever so slowly. The only reason you weren’t going into your house was because the lawn was absolutely covered in Christmas decorations. You had forgotten that the neighbors kids wanted to spruce up your house. You laugh as you see different sized snowmen and women “dressed” in suits and sweaters. They all had little friends or family surrounding them, near the door you see a small group. The snowmen were dressed in similar clothing to people you knew. It was you and two of the neighbors kids. Your heart warmed as you step closer to them, smiling at the little gesture they did.

As you start to shiver, you go into the warmth of your small home. Peeling off your coat and boots, you relax and walk over to your room. You take off your clothes and turn on your television, landing on your bed with a happy sigh. You stretch and hear your bones crack as you express your groan of relief. Getting into the covers, you watch a show that was playing, drifting off to sleep.

Now little dove, I do have one request to make. Stop sabotaging yourself. I know it may be hard but trust me, you will be fine. Please let me take care of you. I love you more than anyone else in this world at the moment.

At the moment, you say?

Why yes, I did say that didn’t I? That’s because there is going to be someone who will love you as much or even more than I do.

Yes little dove, I do love you. I have loved you ever since I met you.

How is that possible? Well as you know, I am your new writer. You have never seen me but I have seen you. I see you everyday.

Enough questions, you need rest. Sleep well, my little creation.

Blinking slowly, you take in your surroundings. The smell of vanilla registers in your brain and you smile. You had left open your favorite candle before leaving for work. You were off today because it was Christmas Eve. Sitting up, you stretch and smile while looking at the time. Your eyes widen as you see it was almost 10 am. You normally were up at 6 or 5, you were never this late to wake up. You guess that you needed it as you get up and change.

Huffing as you mix multiple batters, you bake your cookies. It was only a few hours before the party and you were almost done with everything. As you take out the breads and cookies to let them cool, you jump in the shower. Washing your hair wasn’t necessary so you just took care of your body. Getting out soon after rinsing, you dry yourself and do your normal routine. Humming, you add a bit more makeup than usual, adding a darker eye-shadow to your lash line to give you a more “party” look.

Packing up the presents and other things, you head out the door and into your car. “Alright, I got everything…” you say to yourself as you drive off. You looked so beautiful but you didn’t even know it. You wave to a few of the kids that you knew while passing by, seeing them play in the snow. Lana’s home wasn’t too far so you were there in just a short 10 minute drive. Gathering your things, you knock on the door, hearing music and laughter already.

Lana smiles widely as she opens the door. “Y/n, hello! I’m so glad you made it!” She says and she engulfs you with a hug. “I’m glad I did too, the raids were a little icy.” You laugh as you were led inside. “I brought some desserts, don’t worry I have your favorites as well.” You say as you help her place the desserts in the kitchen. She was absolutely beaming at the mention of her favorites. “Oh I’m so excited!” She says, looking at you with a big smile. “I have two little ones I want you to meet!” She takes your hand and leads you to the two kids playing with dolls and trains.

You see the girl look up and smile widely, going up to hug Lana. “This is Julia and this is Thomas. They’re my godchildren!” She says, hugging Julia back. Thomas tilts his head as he watches you wave shyly at Julia. “Hello miss.” Julia says, equally as shy as you were. “Oh please, no need to be formal. You can call me Y/n.” You say, smiling softly at the young girl. “And hello Thomas, it’s nice to meet you both. Lana has told me so much about you.” Your smile grows as you see Thomas stick out his hand to shake yours. “Those are my kids. Sweet things aren’t they?” You hear a male voice say, turning to face the direction which it came from.

You see the man from the shop smiling at you as you shake Thomas’ hand. “They’re so sweet.” You say, feeling Julia run past you to hug her father. “Kit, you remember Y/n right?” You hear Lana say, feeling her hand on your shoulder as she spoke. “Of course I do! The kids are obsessed with the cookies I bought them and won’t stop asking who made them.” He says laughing, you feel Julia tug at your dress to get your attention. “Did you make them? Y’know, those wreath cookies?” She asks, watching you nod. “I actually did, I heard you loved them.” You see Thomas nod vigorously and hand you something. “We made these bracelets for whoever made them!” He says as you open the small box.

The bracelets were made of small beads of different colors. One was made of mostly reds and the other one was made up of mostly greens. “Christmas colors…they’re so pretty. Thank you so much. I’ll wear them right now.” You say, slipping them on and watching as the kids beam their big smiles at you. “This is definitely my favorite Christmas present this year.” You say and laugh as they both jump around. “Did you hear that papa? The pretty Y/n said they were her favorite!!” Julia said, being picked up by Kit. “I did! I told you she would like it. Now go on and play with the other kids, it’s my turn to talk to the pretty Y/n.” He says as Julia practically jumps out of his arms to go play with the other kids.

Your brain short circuits for a second at the fact that both Julia and Kit called you pretty. You were flattered of course but you thought differently, your dress wasn’t as nice as other people’s clothing. The simple jewelry wasn’t as sparkly as other people’s. However to Kit and Julia you looked so pretty. You looked like a person straight from heaven. The way the dress fit you made Kit’s head spin a bit and they way you spoke to his kids made him smile. Was it possible that he was already smitten with you?

Yes in fact it was possible. As the party goes on you, Kit, and Lana dance around with the kids and play games with them. When it came time to eat, Kit helps you set up everything. “Thank you for being sweet with my kids. It’s a bit difficult with two different looking kids because people are assholes.” He says as he hands you a tray, his touch linger once again like in the bakery. You pause as he spoke, frowning a bit. “It’s because of Julia isn’t it? I don’t understand why people are so cruel. That girl is such a sweetheart…I would give anything to have a daughter like her.” You sigh softly and grab the plates. “What do you mean? You and your mister don’t have any kids?” He asks you, looking confused.

You laugh dryly. “What mister? I’m not married, honey.” Finishing up setting the table you look around for anything else. “Am I missing anything?” You look up at Kit, noticing he’s just staring at you. He remembers that he’s supposed to help you and shakes his head. “No you’re good.” He replies, smiling softly at you. “Let’s get everyone.” He says and heads to get Lana and the others. You sit as the others file in, Julia making a bee line to the seat next to Lana. You feel a small hand tap on your arm. “Can I sit next to you Miss Y/n?” Thomas asks shyly, his face brightening when you nod yes.

Everyone eats and compliments were heard from all around for Kit and Lana’s cooking. The room was buzzing with happiness and quiet conversations. Laughter was shared all around the table as you say some dumb jokes with everyone. Soon you receive compliments on your baking, making you blush shyly and smile in thanks. You hear Julia gush about how yummy she thought the gingerbread cookies were and Thomas arguing about how the chocolate chip cookies were better. Kit was quick to mediate the argument saying that they were both the best. “Y’all are too sweet.” You say to everyone, laughing as you see people acting like they’re stealing cookies.

Towards the end of the party people start to help clean up and leave, you and Kit deciding to stay behind. “It’s only 8, I think the kids could watch something while we talk.” Lana says, setting up the television for them before heading back to the couch. Kit nods and smiles softly at her. “They love it here anyways.” He says and faces you, holding a beer bottle. “What are you doin’ tomorrow? I heard the roads won’t be as cold and icy.” He says as Lana sits behind him holding his free hand.

Shaking your head you sip your wine. “Nothing, I don’t have any family here. Plus everyone is busy with their own families.” Lana frowns and sits up. “Spend it with me and Kit? It would be lovely to have you again, right Kit? The kids would probably pester you about sweets but they’ll be happy too.” She says laughing, Kit chuckling too. “I don’t know, you guys have everything planned out. I’m not getting any younger, Lana. I can’t run around for two days straight.” You joke and sip on your wine again, hearing Lana giggle a bit at your joke. “Oh please, we’re close in age, you act like you’re 72.” She says.

Rolling your eyes, you laugh too. “I guess, I’m still older than you.” You hear her scoff, crossing her arms. “By two years, please Y/n.” She laughs and looks over at Kit. “And you’re like what? Two years old?” She jokes and Kit’s face turns sour. “God, don’t start with that. The kids kept saying I was younger than them. Bossin’ me around and shit.” He laughs and looks over at them, you could see the love he had for the pouring out of his eyes and heart. It was almost suffocating. Lana sits up again and smiles brightly. “Let’s play cards. Just one round before Y/n has to leave.” She says and looks at you with excitement. 

You all play four rounds of cards before you had to leave. You take your glass pans to your car and whatever else you had won from the games. You hug Lana and the kids, them telling you how excited they were that they’ll be seeing you the next day for Christmas. They run back in the house with Lana and get bundled up in blankets, Kit helping them with their cups of hot chocolate. Just as you reach your car door you hear the soft low voice of Kit calling your name. “Y/n, let me get that for you.” He says as he opens the door for you, helping you in. “Go inside, it’s windy and snowing.” You say, shivering slightly as your car warms up. Kit shook his head and just smiled. “Gotta make sure you pull out safely. It’s warmed up now, you can drive.” Kit stands back and waves at you as you pull out of the driveway, waving back a him. 

Driving home, you reflected on how much fun you had. You don’t normally go to parties because you always end up alone on a corner watching everything. Smiling to yourself, you think about which kind of treat you would bring for the kids. Pulling into your driveway, you sit in your car for a moment, pondering some more. “Chocolate chip was the one that was eaten the fastest…but more compliments on peanut butter…I’ll just mix them.” You got out of your car and head inside with your things. Letting the warmth engulf you, you pull off your boots and coat, groaning as you stretched while walking to your bathroom. Taking off your makeup and changing into your nightwear, you settle down in your warm bed. You hadn’t felt this warm and relaxed in so long that you fall asleep in an instant as the snow outside begins to fall.

I told you that I would help you feel happy. Tomorrow you have two small kids that will soon love you as much as they love Lana.

Little Dove, you already seem happier and I’m glad it’s happening so fast. Just be careful…don’t let yourself get hurt or think anything negative.

Goodnight, little dove. Sweet dreams.

The next day came and you quickly got ready. You said you’d be there in the morning so you had little time. Bringing things with you, you warm up your car, frowning when you head how much it struggled to even turn on. Waiting for a few, you look at your things and made sure you brought everything. Soon, you pull out of the driveway and head to Lana’s house. Your grip on the steering wheel tightened as you think about wether or not they would like the gifts you got. Suddenly you hear a strange noise as you drive, frowning again as you listen. Luckily you got to Lana’s house before your car could do anything else stupid. Knocking on the door, you shiver as you wait for someone to open up. You could hear laughter coming from inside as Kit greets you. “Hey Y/n, Merry Christmas!” He says and helps you in, taking your coat and boots off. “It’s so cold out there, I’m glad you’re here safe.” His voice was soft and warm as he spoke. It was dripping with honey when he calls out to his kids to come help and greet you.

Julia rushed to you and helped with your things while Thomas made sure you were warm with a cup of hot cocoa. “We missed you Miss Y/n!” Julia said happy as she placed the wrapped presents under the tree. Your smile grew as you told them how much you missed them too. Lana hugs you as she greets you, telling you how glad she was that you were here. “It’s so cold, how did you even get out of the house?” She says and leads you to the couch. “Don’t know but my car was paying the price. It was making a weird noise every time I pressed the breaks.” You say sighing, you didn’t have the money to fix your car entirely but you did have enough to change the breaks.

Kit crosses his arms. “You probably need new ones because whenever it gets cold, the breaks become stiff.” He says and thinks more. “You maybe don’t have the right breaks? I found fix your car, just bring it in.” Kit says with a smile. “Really? I appreciate it…the guy I used to go to would always charge me more.” You say, sipping your hot cocoa. “They tend to do that because men think women don’t know about cars.” Lana says and rolls her eyes a bit. “Kit is honest though, there isn’t a mean bone in his body.” Lana smiles at him and he bashfully laughs, shyly scratching his neck.

“Papa, can we open presents now?” Thomas asks as he sits in his lap, making puppy dog eyes to make Kit give in. Looking at Lana for confirmation, Kit let’s them open presents. “I got a car!! It’s red like papa’s!” Thomas says as he shows Lana his first present. Julia gasps as she rips the paper from a stethoscope. “Papa look! Now I can be a doctor!” She says to Kit with excitement. They open the rest and run around while playing with their new toys. Lana hands you a gift, it was heavy to your surprise. “You didn’t have to…” you say, smiling shyly. “Yes I did. Now go on and open it.” She says, smiling softly.

Carefully, you peel the wrapping and gasp as you held a beautiful porcelain cookie jar. The one you had always been eyeing from afar. “Lana…this is too much. It’s perfect even .” You say and place it somewhere safe before hugging her. The gift wasn’t grand but for you, it was everything. Kit smiles and taps your shoulder, handing you a small present. “It’s from the kids. I think you’ll like it.” He says and watches as you open it. It was a small crocheted doll of you. “They begged a friend of mine to make this for you. I think it came out pretty.” He says and watches as you gently touch every detail. “It is very pretty…they didn’t have to.” You say and hug both Julia and Thomas, their giggles filling the room as you do.

“I do have something for you. I asked Lana which cookies were your favorite and I made them.” You hand him his red bag of cookies. His eyes widen and he immediately takes a bite out of one. “They taste just like my mama’s cookies…this is the best…” he smiles widely and hands you and Lana your presents. Lana smiles as she puts on the bracelet that was given and helps you with yours. “This is so pretty…thank you Kit.” You say shyly and you with the little charm of a rose on your bracelet. Lana’s had a daisy as the main charm. “This is the best, I’m never taking it off.” She says and hugs Kit.

You all head to the dining room to have breakfast, Lana and you helping the kids with what they wanted. Lana had made pancakes and waffles, making the kids more excited. Sitting down next to Kit with Julia on your other side, you eat your food. “Lana, I forgot how good you cook. I might have to steal you.” You say laughing, Lana shaking her head in amusement. Kit helps Thomas put syrup on his pancakes, smiling softly as he cuts it up for him too. Julia begins to ask you a bunch of questions about baking, her eyes widening as you tell her about all the things you can make. Thomas butts in saying that he could probably bake everything in the world. “I don’t think even Y/n could bake everything, Tom.” Lana says as she finishes up her food. “I don’t think so either.” You say giggling and yelp Lana clean up as soon as everyone is done.

As the day goes on, you all play in the snow, play games, watch movies, and bake. It was like a Christmas movie but in real life. Soon the day turned into night and the children were absolutely exhausted from the exciting day. Before you left, Julia and Thomas hugged you and watched as you, Kit, and Lana walk up to your car. Getting cold, they both run back inside. “I don’t think you should drive home in this car, Y/n.” Lana said as she hears the transmission make a weird noise when Kit turned the car on. “I don’t have anything else, Lan…” you sigh and try to figure out a way to get home in your mind. “Take my car, I don’t have anywhere else to be for the holidays anyway.” She says, handing you her keys. “I trust you.”

After saying goodbye you head home. The concern for you was still ringing in your mind, why were they so afraid? It’s not as if you haven’t been driving with a broken car before. Shaking your head, you ignore the conflict in your head. As you pull into the driveway, you shiver a bit. The wind came back and it was bone freezing cold; along with the wind cams bad memories. As you unlock your door, you get dejavú, remembering what is was like to be sobbing in the cold because your key wasn’t going in the lock. Taking your coat off and hanging it, you remember that no one will ever help you take it off. Heading to your room, you lay in bed and remember that you had one one to keep you warm. It was always the same.

Y/n don’t do that. Don’t start to push yourself down. I told you that you would have someone that loves you. Even the writer of his story wants you two to be together. Just let it happen, please. You both need it.

Yes, both you and him.

Don’t argue with me on this because he’s just as troubled as you are. Sure he’s had a bit more luck in the love department but that’s because he’s one of the most handsome men in town.

Don’t start thinking that you’re not beautiful either. You’re one of the pretty women too, now go to sleep. Kit is coming tomorrow to bring a rental for you.

Good night, little dove.

The next morning you ride, tears still clinging onto your lashes from crying while sleeping. Wiping them away, you lay there thinking about what that voice in your head had said. You knew you weren’t delusional, the voice sounded to real. You decided to test something. “If you’re real…give me a sweet letter from that person you spoke about.”

A letter? That’s too simple, my love.

“Too simple? Fine, then…bring him to me.” You say, your voice quivering slightly. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Your eyes widen as you quickly got changed, flying down the stairs to your front door. Eyes widening more, you peer through the peep hole. “Kit..?” You say to yourself before opening the door. Kit’s face lights up, his eyes scan over your appearance. You didn’t feel uncomfortable by this, Kit was just admiring how comfortable you looked. “Mornin’ Y/n. Did I wake you?” He says, smiling still. “No, not at all. It’s cold, come in?” You say, shivering a bit. “I can’t, I have to go to the store. Lana sent me away while her and the kids made something for me. I got your rental here.” He says, handing you the keys. You didn’t want to admit that you felt a bit sad that he couldn’t come in, how foolish of you. “Oh! The red one? It’s too pretty, Kit.” You say, shyly toying with the keys. “Not prettier than you, miss.” He says, for a moment panic flashes through his eyes at what he said.

“Me? Kit, don’t be ridiculous.” You say, your voice becoming slightly quieter. “Yes you…why wouldn’t I think your pretty?” He says, being more bold this time. Kit crosses his arms and looks at you, sighing softly. “What are you trying to do, Mr. Walker? Bring an older woman’s hopes up? It’s not funny or a game to me…thank you for the car. I’ll make sure to pay you extra when I get my car back.” You say quickly, starting to shut the door. Kit quickly puts his foot on the door, groaning at how hard it hit him. “Y/n no. Listen to me please. Just for a second…” he says, not pushing open the door, just holding it. “What else is there to say Kit? A man like you shouldn’t be associated with someone like me anyways.” You say, pulling the door open slight to see him. Kit’s eyes were desperate as he peered into yours.

“Why not? You’re so beautiful…when I touched your hand for the first time, I felt somethin’. I don’t know what it is but I do know that it came from you.” You frown a bit and shake your head. “No you didn’t…” Kit sighs and takes your hands, holding them to his chest. You could feel how rapid his heartbeats were, eyes widening. “Do you feel that? That’s what happens every time I see you. It’s even faster now because you’re touching me.” He says, his breathing becoming ragged in desperation. Kit wanted you to see and feel what he felt for you. “It’s only been two weeks, I know…but I’ve only felt this once before and I lost that feeling to something tragic. I can’t help it…”

You both stare at each other, your hands still on his heart, his own on yours. Hesitating, you move your hands to his cheeks, cupping them with your warmth. Your own mind was reminding you of what happened earlier in the morning. They brought you Kit. Kit was the one they spoke of. Kit leans into your touch, sighing something while closing his eyes. “You have to believe me…please.” He says, your thumbs softly caressing his face. “I do…just give me time to get used to this. I’m not…I’ve never…” your words fail you as he opens his eyes again. “You’ve never been…loved? Well loved like this anyway. But how?” He questioned, pulling you close to him and engulfing you in his embrace. “I don’t know…” the phone from inside rings and you jump slightly, startled.

“I’m going to take you up on the offer to come inside, it is too cold. I can barely feel my hands.” He says chuckling a bit. You frown and hold his hands to warm them up as you answer. “Hello? Oh Lana, hi…yes he’s here…what? Tell me wha- oh…you knew this whole time? Lana Winters I swear you will be the death of me…alright I’ll tell him…bye I love you too.” You hang up the phone and sigh, looking up at him. “Lana said to come back because it’s ready. She also said to bring me along…but I’m not ready at all.” You say, gently rubbing his cold hands to make them warm up faster. “Go get ready, I’ll wait.” He says, hesitating before kissing your forehead. Your face flushed a bright red before running off to get ready.

Groaning in frustration as you try to zip up your coat, you face him. “Can you..?” he just smiles and zips it up for you, leaning down to help you with your boots. “There, alright let’s go.” Kit opens the doors for you and you head out and into his car. “They made breakfast over there, I do know that.” He says as he drives. Kit moves his free hand to yours and caresses it, humming to the song playing. Comfortable silence fills the car and you start to feel light. Pulling up to Lana’s driveway, you two head inside. The kids barreled towards you both and hugs were squeezed in. “Did you tell her, Papa? Did you? Did you?!!” Julia asks. Kit shushes her quickly and leads her away, telling her a few things. “Tell me what..?” You say as you were taken to the living room by Lana. “You know what, love.” She says and smiles, holding your hands. “Are you hungry? The kids really wanted waffles again.” She says, you nodding in response.

You eat your food with Kit, him purposely knocking he knees with yours. You gently slap his thigh to tell him to stop, making him laugh a little. “You’re childish, Kit.” You say as you laugh too, finishing up. “Give it to me.” You say, reaching for his plate. Kit shakes his head, taking yours and washing it along with his. “No, go with Lana. They’re about to watch another movie.” He says with a smile, kissing your cheek gently. You nod and go over to them, Julia sitting in your lap to watch the movie. Lana comes back in with sweets and other things for snacks, Kit right behind her with popcorn. He sits right next to you and held your free hand, making you blush softly.

As the movie plays, Julia plays with your hair. “Miss Y/n? Do you know how to braid?” She whispers in your ear, watching you then nod. Her face brightens and she sits between your legs so you could braid her hair while watching the movie. Kit watches your hands meticulously but gently pull hair into certain places and part the hair as well. You had done small cornrows along the top of her head and stopped halfway to leave the rest of the hair out. Julia happily sat back when you finished to keep watch the movie, playing with your hair again. Kit’s hand comes up to your mouth to feed you popcorn, smiling softly as you chew. “Kettle corn.” He whispers to you, eating some himself. “I love this better than the butter popcorn.” You whisper back and steal some of his popcorn.

When the movie ended, you hear a yawn from Thomas. “Too long?” You ask him and smile softly when he nods tiredly. “It was two hours long.” Lana says, yawning a bit herself. Julia was already sleeping between you and Kit and Thomas’ head was dropping every so often. “I think they need a nap…put them in their room. The beds are already set up anyways.” Lana said. You realize that they stayed over often, seeing as the pictures on the walls were adorned with their smiling faces. You and Kit carry the kids to bed, tucking them in and shutting the door. Hearing Kit sigh, you turn to face him. “What? Why are you smiling like that?” You ask, feeling his arms wrap around you. “You’re just really good with kids.” He mumbles onto your shoulder. Pulling away slightly to hold his hand, you both walk back to Lana. “I do have a degree in teaching.” You say and you both notice that Lana was sleeping peacefully on the couch. “I guess we’re the only ones awake now.” He says and sits on the other couch after turning off the television. “I guess so…” your lips form a smile and you sit next to him. “Wanna go somewhere?” He asks, taking your hand in his. “Where? I don’t think we could go to the park.” You let out a giggle and look up at him. “Library? I haven’t been there and I heard it was nice…” he says shyly. Smiling you nod and get up quickly and quietly, leaving a note for Lana before heading out the door with him.

Holding the door for you, Kit smiles brightly, already smelling the pages a book coming from the inside. You smile back and look around at how big the place was. “Wow…where do we start?” You ask and Kit takes your hand, taking you to the fiction section. “Fantasy is my favorite.” He says, scanning the books with you. “Me too, I love the idea of there being a knight in shining armor falling in love with the cold queen.” You say and gasp quietly, taking a book out. “Little Women? I’ve wanted to read this for so long…” you say, thumbing through the pages. You hear Kit walk over to you, peering over your shoulder. “I heard its real good.” He says and takes a book out. “Dracula sounds fun. I think it’s in old english though.” He says and looks over at you, smiling softly. “Should we take these out or look for other books?” You ask him, looking over at the one in his hand. “Let’s look around more and then we can decide.” He said and looks over at the non-fiction. “Or we could stay here to look at more fun books. I don’t like science like that…” he says and you giggle quietly.

Your fingers gently graze through the pages of different books, still holding Little Women in your arms. Kit would go through many books and could’ve for the life of him pick which one he wanted. Frowning at how indecisive he was, he just picked up a random one from his small pile. “A Wizard of Earthsea…sounds good.” Kit says to himself and turns to you, letting out a small chuckle. “Just get the Little Women book. There is no use in you looking around for more.” You shyly nod and follow him around as he walked towards the librarian. Helping you both get a library card, they check the books out for you and hang them back, saying thank you for visiting. You and Kit nod and head over to the small coffee shop next door, excited about the books that were checked out.

Sitting down at one of the sofa chairs, you watch as Kit get’s coffee for himself and hot chocolate for you. You frown as to watch how flustered the woman at the counter was as he spoke. He was oblivious to how much an effect he had on people. To ignore the insecurities that started to pop up in your brain, you begin to read your book. Your mind starts to drift as you immerse yourself in the book, not noticing when Kit walks up with the drinks in his hands. “Here you go, darlin’.” He says and watches you slightly jump at his voice. “Oh, thank you.” You say, putting down your book and sipping the hot chocolate. “Sweetheart, are you okay?” He asks you, watch you frown a bit as you nod. “Yeah, why? Is it because I jumped a little? I was really into the book.” You say and watch him set down his cup, sitting next to you. “No, you just seem different. You look sad all of a sudden. I know it’s not because of the book.” He says and your eyes widen a bit.

I’m looking at you right now and I can’t even see a difference…astonishing.

Oh shut up for a second. I have to conceal this.

Conceal what? How you truly feel? Please Y/n, don’t be ridiculous. Just tell him.

No, I refuse to let this ruin me.

Y/n, you’re acting like a fool. Do as I tell you, he’s kind.

That’s the problem. He’s so kind that it attracts others much prettier than I am and you know it.

Don’t start with that.

You don’t start. We all know he’s-

“Y/n?” You blink and frown a bit. “Sorry, just a lot on my mind.” Kit shook his head and leans in a bit, cupping your cheek. “No, you went away for a second.” He says and watches you carefully.

What does he mean? I’m confused.

I don’t know…

“There! You just did it…where do you go in that pretty mind of yours?” You realize in that moment that he could see and feel you talk to someone in your mind. Shaking your head, you deny anything and just go back to reading, your palms sweating a little from nervousness. “Alright…I won’t pry.” He says and opens his own book, reading it quietly. The silence that engulfed you two was heavy and thick, you hated it.

Your mind couldn’t focus on the book anymore, making you close it and sigh softly. “Kit?” You say, looking at him. He looked frustrated as he read. “Hmm?” He hums and glanced up at you before going back to reading. “Is it good so far?” You ask, trying to ease the tension. “Yeah it’s good…I think Julia would like this when she gets older.” He says and flips the page. You nod and sip your drink, seeing a woman come up to you both. “Hello sorry to interrupt, that woman over there told me to give this to you sir.” She say and hands him a cinnamon roll. “Oh no thank you.” Kit says, flashing a smile. “I don’t eat sweets. Tell her thank you.” He says and goes back to reading as she walks away. You watched as both women speak become embarrassed, making you smirk just a little.

“Why did you lie?” You ask as you turn your attention back to Kit. “I didn’t. I don’t eat sweets…that are made from somewhere other than you.” He says and smiles again, reaching for your hand. You pull your hand away quickly and shake your head. “Don’t lie again.” You look down at your book again and try to distract yourself from Kit’s pained expression. “Are you embarrassed that I take a liking to you?” Kit watches as you shake your head. “I’m embarrassed but not because of you. I just don’t understand why a handsome young man such as yourself would want a woman who is older and less prettier than everyone else.” Turning the page, you sip the last bit of the hot chocolate. “A woman who’s…never even been kissed. Aren’t you ashamed to even be associated with someone like me? A flawed and unwanted individual.” You say, finally looking at him. His demeanor completely changed, he looked angry. “Never mind, let’s just go. I’m tired.” You say and head out the cafe door, shivering as you walk back to his car.

Stupid…I’m so fucking stupid.

You are stupid for sabotaging yourself.

Why thank you for reminding me. How sweet of you.

Anytime…Y/n just relax. You’re going to slip and fall if you keep walking this fast.

Who cares? Maybe I’ll die and not make anyone’s life worse.

Don’t you dare. Just get in the car and wait for him.

Rolling your eyes, you get to the car and sit inside, shivering still. You see Kit not long after you had arrived. “Y/n what the hell were you thinking? It’s cold and you could’ve fell.” He says as he gets in, turning the car on to warm you both up. Kit still looked angry, making you look away and just answer with nods. “Y/n look at me.” He says after a minute of silence. You hesitate as you look at him again. “What? If you’re going to argue with me again over-“

Cupping your cheeks with his cold hands, he leans in and kisses you for just a moment. Your eyes widen as he pulls away, frowning still. “Now I’m for first kiss. I’m going to be your first date, first boyfriend, first everything. I’m also going to stay that way. There won’t be another.” Leaning in, you kiss him first this time. Although you were inexperienced, he let you take the lead. The kiss was soft and filled with longing. He could feel how much you wanted to be loved just by kissing you. Your icy cold hands cup his cheeks as you deepen the kiss, feeling how much he wanted you. Pulling away before anything escalated, Kit stares at you but with a smile. “For a first time kisser, you’re quiet talented. The best kiss I’ve ever had.” He says and you hide your face. “Whatever, just drive.” You say as he does as you tell him.

In the next coming weeks, you and Kit become absolutely inseparable. Kisses and lingering touches whenever you two could get the chance to do so. Everyone knew that you two were an item, to your surprise not many people criticized you for being with him. Sighing as you get home from a date, you slip off your shoes. You were already longing for him, missing the way he looked at you. Laying in your bed after changing and showering, your mind drifts. Just then the phone rings “It’s nine…who would be calling at nine?” You get up and pick up the phone. “Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry for callin’. You were going to sleep weren’t you?” You hear Kit’s voice say. Smiling to yourself you giggle a bit. “I was…why is there anything wrong?” You hear Kit clear his throat. “No I just missed you. I’m using a pay phone because I wanted to know if I could come over actually. I know we just saw each other but…I miss you.” You could hear him smiling over the phone. Julia and Thomas were with Lana this weekend so you say yes.

Not that long after, you hear a few knocks. “Hi baby.” He says when you open the door, hugging him close. “You’re cold.” You say as he peppers your face with kisses. “Maybe a little.” He says and closes the door, taking off his coat. “We haven’t done this in a minute. It’s like a sleepover for only us.” He says and smiles as you roll your eyes. Leading him to the couch, you both cuddle while watching the late night show that was always on. “You looked so pretty today…you look even better now.” He says and gently kisses your cheek. Your face flushed and you shake your head. “Stop it…”

Your face was now inches from his; tentatively he leans in and kisses you. This time it felt different. You both were hungry for each other and it was apparent to you in the kiss. Running your fingers through his hair, he slips his tongue in and groans softly. “You’re driving me crazy…” he mumbles into the kiss and smirks when you giggle a bit. His kisses moves down to your neck, licking and gently sucking to not make a mark. Your body felt like it was on fire each time he kisses you. “Kit wait-“ you say and you both look at each other. His pupils were blown out and filled with lust and love. As he stares at you more he realizes your dilemma. “We don’t have to, Y/n.” Kit’s hands gently caress your cheeks as you thought it over. “I want to but I don’t know anything…” all he does is smile and say, “no problem. It’s all about you anyways.”

Kit stands and gently takes your hand, kissing it before letting you lead him to your bedroom. You sigh in bliss as his hands graze your skin, taking off your night gown. Kit smiles and kisses you again, his fingers still grazing your back, making you shiver. As you two kiss and giggle in between each others lips, you pull off his shirt. His lips move once again to your neck as he unclips your bra, hearing your breath hitch. He feels your hands moving towards your chest to cover yourself, smiling softly still. “It’s only me, sweetheart.” He says and pulls off his pants. “I’ll take everything off first, would that make it better?” He asks. “A little…” you watch as he pulls off the final article of clothing off. Your cheeks flush pink and you uncover yourself, letting yourself be vulnerable. Kit looks at you for permission before leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it while massaging the other breast. “You’re so beautiful…” he mumbles as your fingers run through his hair, letting out small whines of pleasure. Your body was on fire again and you let him pull off your panties, blushing more as you hear him groan at the sight of your wet folds.

“My perfect girl…” his words trailed off as he steps closer to you, holding you close as he kisses your pretty soft lips. He never got tired of kissing you, the way your fingers would tug at his hair made him drunk. Gently pushing you on the bed, he kisses your legs, trailing up to your inner thighs. “Kit…” you say shyly, wanting the bed to swallow you hole under his burning gaze. Kit looks up at you with a smile as he lays a kiss on your clit. “You’re so pretty…everything you have is pretty.” His breath on your pussy made you clench around nothing, making him chuckle. His tongue circles around your clit in slow movements, making you whine and arch your back. Beginning to lap at your folds and moan, his arms make your pretty, thick thighs rest on his shoulders. Your moans get higher in pitch and louder as you get more comfortable, getting closer by the minute. Suckling softly on your clit, you feel his index finger circle around your tight hole. Looking up at you for your permission, he sinks his finger in. Pumping his finger slowly as he laps at your clit makes your legs shake with pleasure. Pushing another digit in, he curls his fingers and watches as you get closer to being undone. “One more baby, wait until I have one more in okay?” He says encouragingly as he stretched you out with his fingers. “Good girl.” Kit mumbles onto your pussy, growing more hungry for your taste. When he feels you’re ready, he slips in one more and pumps them in at a faster pace, coming up from between your thighs to kiss your breasts. Your moans grow louder, holding onto his free arm as your get close. “Are you gonna cum for me sweetheart?” His pace going faster as he feels you tighten around his fingers. “Yes! Yes please, Kit…don’t stop please!” You moan out. Your legs start shaking more as your orgasm comes full force, moaning loudly as you do. Kit groans as he rides out your high, pulling out his fingers. “Look at the mess you made, darlin���.” He says and kisses your lips. “Did so good for me, think you can handle more?” He asks and watches as you nod eagerly.

Moving himself in between your legs, he sucks on his fingers. “You taste so good, baby.” He whispers in your ear, making you hide your face in his neck and shake your head. “Shut up…” you mumble and feel him move to see you. “Are you ready baby?” He asks, gently caressing your cheek. You nod and watch as he spits on his free hand, stroking himself slowly. You hear him groan softly as he teases himself on your pussy. “Kit…cmon.” You whine and make him chuckle, sinking in his tip. Kit feels you tense as you wrap your arms around him. “You alright?” He asks, gently caressing your body as he keeps going. You nod but stay silent, making him cup your cheeks and kiss you, trying to aid the slight pinch your feeling. After a minute he feels you roll your hips, making you both moan. “That’s my girl.” He says and slowly rolls his hips with you, feeling your pussy clench around him in pleasure. Your moans make him dizzy, the feeling of your nails grazing his back make him want to go faster. When you start begging him to go faster, he barely holds back. His thrusts make you feel euphoric as you arch your back, him taking a nipple into his mouth again. “Kit please don’t stop!” You say as he goes harder. His groans slowly fill the room along with yours, his arms holding you close as he fucks you. “Kit I’m close-“ you moan out when he pounds into your pussy a bit harder, making your toes curl. “Cum for me baby, do it please…fuck!”

Kit’s moans get louder with your own as you both reach that sweet bliss. Cumming around his cock, you whine as you feel him cum inside you. You both still as you both start come down from your highs once again. Your mind was foggy but you could hear him praising you and could feel him kiss your neck softly. “You did so good for me, baby. I love you so much…” he mumbles and holds you impossibly closer. You whine as he pulls out, shushing you with a kiss. “Hold on pretty, let me get us cleaned up okay?” He gets up and quickly goes to your bathroom, getting a warm wet cloth. As he gets that, you think to yourself. There was no way you just did that. Is this what people meant when they said that sex was great? Either way, you were glad it was with Kit. Coming back into the room, he cleans you up and kisses you everywhere. You reach for him and he obliged, pulling you close to him. “Kit…that was..well-“ you cut yourself off with a giggle. “I love you…” you say to him, laying your head on his chest. “I love you way more baby. I’m never letting you go.” He said.

And he meant every word he said.

Authors Note: im sorry that this isn’t proofread, i literally had no time to do so 💔💔 i hope you guys enjoyed the absolutely horrendous smut at the end but like i tried okay? i’ll get better i suppose 😰

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Kit Walker x fem!reader

tags: smut!!

warnings: murder, blood, fingering, p in v.

summary: reader and kit get paired up in the kitchen. Kit comforts her anddddd...you can imagine what happens next.

character count: 11k. yes. 11k. lost track of length while writing the plot.

full fic under the cut ↓

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May 14th, 1964.

People always said you were meant to be a teacher, that it was your role in the world, since kindness and patience have always been your best qualities. This is how you ended up in that pre-school in Massachusetts full of little sunshines that were absolutely fond of you and saw you as their older sister. It was the best job in the world in your eyes, and you were sure you were going to spend most of your days doing it. If only you knew.

That fateful day you were wearing a trendy but simply cut canary dress, slightly accentuating your waist, perfect for the warm weather of spring. Birds’ faint singing could be heard through the open windows, The kids were sitting around small tables while doing their drawings, and you looked at them lovingly while leaning your back on the chest of drawers that kept the children’s bags.

“Teacher! Teach-!” one of the little boys exclaimed to get your attention, but you cut him off.

“Joseph, I'll be there for you in a second, let me change the song first, alright?” You turned around to put the other vinyl in the player, and the tunes of ‘Hit the road Jack’ started playing. You waited a few seconds before turning around…and that was probably the biggest mistake of your life.

Hit the road Jack-BANG!

You quickly turned around as you heard that loud noise. What you saw next permanently changed your life. A tall man, all dressed in black, was holding a gun in his hands and had just shot one of your little kids. Before you could process anything, the gun was pointed at you, and…BANG! You fell to the ground. The bullet missed you and instead carved a little hole in the wall. You couldn’t feel anything, none of your senses worked, except for hearing.

Don’t you come back, no more-BANG!

no more-BANG!

no more-BANG!

no more-BANG!

Hit the road Jack-BANG!

You woke up by the police violently shaking your body. You were confused, and all around you was red. Red blood everywhere.

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At first, the police was doing a fantastic job by trying to identify the killer. You had to do so many interrogations, but you felt like with your descriptions and help, the searching for the murderer was close to an end. The case was on all the TV channels and news, the whole state was thirsty for truth. It was when the police started looking into your past that things started to go wrong. You had a previous “arrest” for gun possession. Nothing too crazy, your uncle gave you one when you first started living alone, you realized your mistake, and you were released after a few days anyways. Then the moms of the poor little angels started to spread rumors about how you were “mean” to kids. That of course wasn’t true, they have always been pretty jealous of a young woman who got along with their children better than them. And you tried to explain that to the police, but they just seemed to get more suspicious. They believed that you randomly went crazy and shot all the kids, that would’ve explained how you were the only one who survived too.

Before you could know it you were charged of murderer, and your life sentence was to spend your whole life in an asylum. As bad as the situation was, you were hopeful that you were going to be treated better in an asylum than jail.

You were wrong. Briarcliff Manor was just another way to say hell. Nuns treated you horribly-except Mary Eunice- god bless that poor soul- and Dr. Arden was a living nightmare. You tried to stay as far as possible from him once you heard all the stories of his victims. People were REALLY crazy there…except one. Her name was Pepper. Sister Jude had introduced you two, insisting that you could bond over “baby murder”. You thought she really did it at first, so you kept distance. Pepper insisted on interacting with you, repeating the word “friend”. You glared at her, spitting words harshly.

“I'm not a murderer like you.”

Pepper frowned and started crying. Now she was saying the word “baby.” It was weird but, you felt sorry for her…something in you told you that she may have been not guilty. She dragged you into the library, then she showed you a magazine with the face of the popular star “Elsa Mars.”

“Mom.” She said, you looked at her confused, then Pepper pointed at the sentence written in the magazine “Elsa used to own a Freakshow before…” it was clear to you then.

“Did she put you here?” You asked. Pepper shook her head and mumbled the word “Sister”.

After a few weeks of befriending her, it was clear to you that Pepper was the living representation of “never judge a book by its cover”.

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Two months later.

You were playing-at least trying to play-chess with pepper in the common room.

“Pepper, you can't move two pawns together…only one.”

She laughed and moved another one. Your attention was now brought to a woman who seemed new in that place.

“Uhm…you know what, pepper? You win! Congratulations!” You said a little white lie so you could meet the mysterious woman. Pepper smiled and laughed happily, and started wandering around. You got up and walked towards the new presence. She looked lost, confused, angry but definitely not crazy. You sat in front of her and tried to put on a friendly smile.

“Hi… I noticed you from across the room. Who are you?”

The woman looked at you. You couldn’t help but feel judged and studied by those piercing eyes, in a quiet voice, she replied.

“Lana. Lana Winters.”

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Time passed. Every day was the same as the one before, torturing and boring. You bonded with Lana too after you acknowledged her story, and she told you about the secret tunnel and how she planned to escape. The occasion came soon when unexpectedly, one random night, cells opened. You insisted on bringing Pepper with you in the escape attempt, and you three ran for your lives. While running, though, pepper decided to take another path. You stopped and whisper-yelled at her to come back, but she didn't listen to you. As soon as Lana noticed you stopping, she dragged you with her, telling you to not waste time, and while you were running, Kit walker caught up with you two. You didn’t know much about him, so you didn't really mind him trying to escape too, but apparently Lana did. You heard her yelling.

“HELP! He’s escaping! The killer is escaping!”

You tried to shush her, but before you knew it, you were captured.

You and kit were then bent over Sister Jude’s desk, while she praised Lana and allowed her to choose the cane you were going to be punished with. You were surprised when Kit took the blame on himself, letting you free and gaining more lashes for himself.

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After a few days, you found yourself paired up with Kit on kitchen chores. You stood there in silence, lost in your thoughts while kit prepared the dough.

“You okay over there, suga’? You haven’t said a word.” You were brought back to reality at the sound of his deep voice and smooth accent. You gulped.

“Yeah… I-I’m fine. Just thinking…” You heard him sigh.

“It’s because of what they say about me…ain’t that right? I’m many things, darlin’, but I’m not a murderer. So, don’t be scared.”

You looked at him furrowing your brows and shook your head.

“No…it’s not because of that- I don’t think you’re a killer- I just… I’m just worried. Worried about Pepper. She’s nowhere to be found, a-and I feel guilty. So guilty. I should’ve followed her and brought her back.”

He chuckled lightheartedly.

“Oh, don’t say that, suga’. I’m sure she’s fine. She’s probably out there livin’ her best life.”

You sighed and replied nervously.

“You and I both know that isn’t true. She’s wearing a fucking gown, and her looks don’t help either. If she actually managed to get out, she’s already got caught.” You looked down, fidgeting with your fingers. You jumped slightly when you felt his hands touching your shoulders. He gently caressed your arm from behind and spoke with a kind tone.

“Hey-hey- calm down, suga’. Whatever happened to Pepper, it’s not your fault. Don’t be so harsh with yourself. You tried to stop her, there was nothin’ else you could do.”

You sighed and leaned into his gentle touch.

“I just hope she’s fine. She’s an innocent soul…I could never live with it if something bad happened to her.”

He took your hands in his.

“You don’t belong here. In Briarcliff.”

You sighed and let yourself relax in his arms. He whispered in your ear.

“You need a distraction, suga’.”

you then felt his cold hand on your exposed inner thigh. You looked up at him, your cheeks slowly turning red.

“Shhh… Just relax. It’ll feel good, I promise.”

You nodded slowly and looked down as his fingers made their way to your exposed folds under your gown. He sighed as he ran a finger over your slit, and peppered gentle kisses on the side of your face. He started slowly circling your clit. His big hands felt like heaven on you and you couldn’t help but buckle your hips towards his hand, sweetly whining for more. He flashed you with a tender smile and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips. His fingers shifted position, so his thumb was now grazing your clit while one of his digits made its way to your entrance, gently pushing in. You gasped and let out a soft moan, muffled by his mouth making contact with yours. He inserted another finger in, stretching you and slowly thrusting inside.

“Ah… Faster Kit…please…” you whined softly.

“Whatever you say, suga’.”

He started moving his fingers faster, making your back arch as he hit that sweet spot perfectly. He kept going until he felt your whines grow louder, and right before you could cum, he suddenly stopped and pulled his fingers out.

“mhhhph….w-why did you stop?”

He chuckled and have you a loving kiss on your lips.

“I wanna be inside of you…suga’…is that okay, mh?”

You nodded eagerly, and he picked you up to set you on the counter. He grabbed your waist with his veiny hands and leaned in to crush your lips together. His tongue swirled around yours as you sloppily made out. You pulled your lips away from his and whispered.

“w-what if they catch us?”

“They won’t. I’ll be quick, love.”

He lifted your gown once again and settled between your legs. He groaned as he rushed to lift his gown, and he hissed while lining up your entrance with his needy cock. He immediately began pounding in your poor cunt. His thrusts were fast and sloppy. As you whined for the sudden roughness, he whispered right next to your ear in a hoarse voice.

“Sorry suga’. Been too long since I've touched a woman.”

You moaned as your legs clung to his body, and you had to adjust to the new position. Not long after, between dough and adrenaline for the fear of being caught, he sped up his thrusts until you came with a loud moan that he tried to muffle with his hand. At the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, he cummed inside you right away with a deep groan. You panted for a few seconds before getting off the counter and regaining your decency. He pressed a loving kiss on your lips and gently caressed your hair. You allowed yourself to melt in his embrace, and while thinking about everything that had happened so far, a sudden thought came to your mind.

“Kit…why did you stand up for me when Sister Jude wanted to punish us?”

He put his chin on your head, and with a sweet smile plastered on his face, he spoke.

“I followed your case on the TV before gettin’ locked up' here. I always thought ya were innocent…”

He chuckled and pressed gently his lips on your hair.

“…and cute.”

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Hi :) i love your writing and was hoping you could do one wear Cordelia finds out y/n is sh on her thigh? Or something <3

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pairing: cordelia goode x reader

word count: 1500

warnings: self harm & depression

note: i got this request during my break so it’s a little old but i still wanted to write it cause it fits with my life right now!!!

You stared blankly at your bloody thigh in front of you. With the blade still grasped in your hand you tried to breathe in, and hold for five seconds, and then let it all out. It would help they told you. It would take away the misery until you didn't feel like hurting yourself anymore.

But you laughed a little as you watched the blood drip. It felt good and that was the worst part. You wanted to keep going. You almost did. You wanted the thoughts to shut up for a minute. But right as the blade lightly touched your flesh, there was a knock at the door.

And it snapped you out of it for a minute. Really, how long were you sitting on the cold bathroom floor for? Had anyone really noticed your absence or do they just need to get into the bathroom?

"Mhm?" You hummed, shaky but nonetheless clear.

"Are you okay, darling? You disappeared on me." Right as you heard that sweet familiar voice, you bounced off of the floor. Frantically, you grabbed a tissue and applied pressure to the broken skin after hiding the blade in the back of the cabinet.

"Yeah, sorry. I'll be out in a minute."

Cordelia didn't know about what was going on. Of course, she knows you struggle with mental health, but she'd hadn't yet found out about your legs. And you weren't planning on telling her.

By the way that you spoke, she felt like something was wrong. And, naturally, she wouldn't back down. She needed to help you with whatever was wrong.

"Can I come in?" She jiggled the doorknob but it was locked. You don't ever lock doors.

The blood leaked through the thin tissue and you cursed under your breath. You couldn't clean up with a wash cloth right now. You wouldn't have enough time to hide the evidence.

You looked up at the door and your blood ran cold. Answer her! You have to answer her before she comes in!

You pulled your sweatpants back up and flushed away the bloody tissues down the toilet so she couldn’t see them in the trash. "I'm coming," you said, and at this point, you were out of breath from the verge of a panic attack.

You opened the door and Cordelia's eyes widened. You were clearly frantic and you tried so hard to not cringe at the feeling of your pants rubbing against your raw cuts.

"Are you okay?" She asked again, but now she's more suspicious. You just nod your head and walk right by her. She follows you as you throw yourself on the bed.

Something doesn't feel right to her, but she tries to make it better by laying beside you and kissing you. You started to giggle looking over at her and for a moment, you completely forget about everything that just happened. She does too.

It isn't until she looks down that her eyes widen. And you're always so cautious about getting caught that your heart immediately drops.

"Why are you bleeding?" She asks, and sits up. You sit up too, and that's when you notice the patch of crimson on your thigh. Of course you'd just happen to be wearing grey sweatpants.

"Shit," you angrily curse, and start to get up off the bed. "I'm not sure. I'll go check it out though."

You try to head towards the bathroom but Cordelia grabs your arm so you can't move. You're fucked and you know it. "No, y/n. Why are you bleeding? Do not lie to me."

You always want Cordelia when you're injured or sick, so it was unusual for you to go run off. And after you acting strange in the bathroom, she was starting to think that she knew what is going on.

"I'm not lying, Cordelia! Are you serious right now?" Your voice raised slightly, going into a defensive mode, but Cordelia was quick to calm you.

"Hey, shh, shh. None of that. Just be honest with me, sweetie, i'm not mad." She reached up and cupped your cheek. Your lip started to tremble and you couldn't hold back the waterfall of tears. You couldn't bring yourself to tell her. "Are you hurting yourself?" She asks gently.

All you do is nod, and the waterworks stream heavier down your face. You simply shatter and Cordelia wraps her arms around you like she's trying to hold every piece of you together. "Oh, my baby. Okay, shh. It’s okay," the blonde cooes in your ear, rubbing calming circles into your back.

Her warm arms and floral scent keeps you grounded. You feel safe. Maybe it is okay.  "Do you want to talk about it, my lovely? Or no?"

You shake your head. You're too tired, and you don't feel like explaining everything. It's too much, too heavy, and you feel too weak.

"Okay. That's okay. Can I at least clean them for you? I don't want my girl getting an infection."

For once you speak up a quiet, "yes that's okay," and it hurts but you know that you’re being too nonresponsive already and you feel like a lot of work right now.

Cordelia grabs your hand and brings you back into the bathroom. She waits for your permission with her fingers resting on the waistband of your sweatpants. She'd wait here forever until you were ready. But you feel like you’ve already wasted so much of her time.

You nod your head and then Cordelia starts to slide your pants down your legs and you want her to stop. You want to take your permission back but you can't seem to talk. You can't seem to do anything and, god, you feel like you can't even breathe.

She doesn't gasp when she sees your bloody thigh. Her face doesn't contort into disgust. She looks so soft and gentle and you wonder how someone could be so pure enough to love someone like you.

She lifts you onto the bathroom counter. You don't even notice that you moved at first.

And even as Cordelia was looking straight at the bloody cuts, you still felt the need to lie and tell her that you weren't hurting actually yourself. It didn't feel real. Almost like you were shoved into another persons body with all of these scars and hurt on it.

You notice Cordelia looking at your whole thigh, how she can see all the old scars there. It hurts the most for her to see recent ones. Ones she can tell have been from the past weeks, even days, and she had absolutely no clue about it until now.

"I want you to tell me, my love," she says, so softly, and smiles gently too like she's not talking about you hurting yourself. "Okay? Whenever you feel like this, come to me, baby."

You nod simply, like it's the easiest task in the world. But you're not sure that you'll be able to even do that. You can see the pain and worry on Cordelia's face beneath that smile, and you don't want to hurt her anymore.

She grabs your hand, holds it there tightly. She knows you always like to hold it when you're upset or nervous, or even when you get shots at the doctors. She doesn't need to tell you that you're allowed to squeeze it; you already know you can.

Cordelia dabs away the blood with a wet cloth. It sends a sting throughout your entire body. You squeeze her hand and bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. All Cordelia can say is, "I know, I know, baby. I'm sorry. I'm almost done." And you wonder why she's apologizing. I did this. I brought this on myself. It's my fault.

Cordelia gently applies some antiseptic to your cuts and then she adds some band-aids on top. They're not the boring tan ones either. They're colorful and it even puts a smile on your face because it's such a Cordelia thing to do.

"There we go. All better," she says, as if cutting yourself wasn't the scariest thing in the world for her. But right now it is all better. You're bandaged up and Cordelia is holding your hand and smiling at you. Right now you don't hurt as much.

She leans forward and places a kiss on your nose. You crinkle it up and giggle at her. "You're so pretty, ya know." And it's not a question. She's not asking if you know that you're pretty. Because she knows that you really don't think you are. Especially not like this. But it doesn't matter right now. She just needs you to know that she thinks it so then it has to be true.

You're gonna cry again because your heart feels so tender, but then Cordelia is talking again and you get lost away in her voice. "How about we go have some hot cocoa by the fire? You feel like a little icicle." She says it like nothing has changed. Like she hadn't just found out that you're really a danger to yourself.

And you nod because you're still the same person you were to her thirty minutes ago. You still love cuddling her by the fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate that she made you. That hasn't changed, neither has her love for you.

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