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im not too great at writing long fics but i hope this is fine, nonnie <33

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contains ⚠️: drunk kai, reverse-comfort, lemme know if i missed any

!! lowercase intended !!

it was no secret that when kai got drunk, he becomes his most vulnerable self. he would become more tolerable, more affectionate to you and much more persuadable. a part of you felt guilty for looking forward to when your boyfriend drank. but who could blame you?

tonight, most of the cult were out at the local bar, celebrating kai - brookfield height’s newest councilman. “wooo! go councilman kai anderson!” speedwagon called out as he raised his glass in kai’s direction, for no reason in particular. kai raised his own and nodded slightly. his eyes becoming more half-lidded as the night went on. you stayed by kai’s side, chatting happily with some other members of the cult as kai drunkenly peered into the bottom of his second shot of whiskey. You eventually noticed the state of your now intoxicated boyfriend.

“lightweight,” you murmured with a small giggle. tonight was one of the rare nights that everyone had some fun, especially once kai had loosened up, and by the end of the night he was even making jokes with detective jack samuels - an esteemed member of the cult.

The drive home was quiet, until kai broke the silence, slurring,

“i’m the councilmannn, you gotta do what iii say.”,

“congrats kai, you should be very proud of yourself.” you say to him, smiling slightly.

“its councilman anderson to you, bambi.” he mumbles, his eyelids drooping. you giggle at his words as you pull into the driveway of the andersons’ residence.

“c’mon, babe, let’s go to bed.” you tell him, as you get out of the car. kai makes a face at the nickname but follows your lead.

the two of you get cosy on kai’s king sized bed, kai under the covers and you on top of them.

“shit, lamb. is this whole world domination plan going to work?” kai mumbles against his arm, which was cast over his face. you looked at him with concern - kai anderson was not one to ever doubt himself. where was this coming from?

“kai, this is going to work. you’re the most calculated man i’ve ever known, of course it will work!” you say with a nervous laugh. you could feel the comforter shift as kai slightly puffed his chest out as his ego reinflated.

“yeahh, you’re right. g’night, angel.” kai mumbles sleepily, turning over to face you. his eyes are closed, and his mouth opens slightly as he slowly drifts into darkness. you smile at the sight, even though the lights are off. it makes your heart warm seeing your man at peace.

im probably gonna start writing for Ethan Landry and chad meeks-Martin (scream vi), rafe Cameron (obx, which I havent watched sooo) and some characters (Howie brown, Miguel o’hara, miles morales, earth 42 miles morales) from Spider-Man: atsv (after I watch it on Sunday)

So if u have any requests for them, please send them via asks! (ignore that it says requests closed on my navigation page, it’s only open for the characters listed above)

so sorry this took to long, but here you go :))

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prompts: angst 8 and 17 (bolded)

contains ⚠️: mentions of briarcliff, reverse comfort

5 years after kit was released from briarcliff

you woke up to the sound of the water running from the faucet of the sink in the master bathroom. the yellow tinted light allowed you to make out the shape of your husband, kit, bending over the sink through your sleepy gaze. you thought nothing of it, about to turn over and resume your sleep before you heard a muffled sob coming from the bathroom. realising the sound came from kit, you quickly shuffled out of bed, making your way into the bathroom where your husband was still standing over the sink, hands clutching the edge of the counter. you squinted your eyes a bit, adjusting to the light before you moved to stand to the right of kit, clutching his arm. you looked worriedly at his face through the mirror, finding him looking back at you; eyebrows furrowed, unusually bright eyes, his bottom lip threatening to let out another sob.

“kit? whats wrong?” you said in a low voice. his gaze faltered before letting out a shaky breath. “nahthing to worry about, sweetharrt. jus’ a bad dream,” he mumbled, now fidgeting with his long fingers. you moved your hands to his shoulders, before steering him towards the bed, making sure to turn the bathroom light off and turn on the lamp on the nightstand. you were now both sitting on the edge of the bed, kit hunching over slightly, hand on his thigh. you moved your own hand to cover his, squeezing it slightly, “you wanna talk about it, baby?”. kits lip trembled, “it was about briahcliff, you know, just memahries (memories) and stuff. it felt like i was back in there.”. another sob coming from his mouth after the last sentence. your heart broke for kit. he was very open about what he endured during his stay at briarcliff. as if he knew what you were about to ask, he mumbled, “im okay, i promise. are… are you okay?”. you dipped your head to look at him, brows twisted in concern, “im not okay if youre not okay.”. as if your words unlocked something within him, tears started to well up in kits eyes, before quickly streaming down his face. you gathered kit into your arms holding him close, as he stammered more details about his dream, about the gruesome treatment of him and the other patients. it got to a point where he was uncontrollably sobbing, body heaving with every sob. “Hey, hey, calm down. they cant hurt you anymore. youre safe, kit.” you hug him to your chest, one hand smoothing over the back of his hair. slowly, kits heartbreaking weeps came to a stop, reducing to occasional sniffles and heavy breaths. he looped his hands around your waist, drawing you closer, resting his head on yours. “thank you, doll. i needed that.” he murmured.

☆= fluff

◇= smut

♧= angst

♤= unlabelled/ no category

kit meets your parents (request) - kit x fem!reader ☆

comforting kit after he has a nightmare (request) - kit x fem!reader ☆

absolutely ml!

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prompts: fluff 66 (bolded)

contains: kit walker being a good sport, kit being too amazing, fluff

1964(pre-asylum kit)

The waitress hastily rid a table of its dishes and cleaned it, anxiously waiting for her boyfriend, kit walker to pick her up. today he was meeting her parents, and she was terrified. kit, on the other hand, wasnt nervous one bit. though in his defence, he was a natural charmer. relief washed over her when her boyfriend walked into the diner, a bell ringing to notify others of the presence of a potential customer. "kit!" y/n called, smiling, as she weaved through the tables and toward the man who just walked in. "hey suga', how are ya'?" he asked as he leaned down to kiss her cheek and slide an arm around her waist, his thick boston accent coating his words. "very stressed, you ready to go?" "yeah, come on."

y/n rang the doorbell to her parents house, clutching kits hand. a few moments passed before the door opened, revealing her dad, who smiled at the sight of his daughter. "y/n! hello, you must be kit!" he greeted warmly, extending his left hand to shake kits. kit smiled and said hello back as he shook y/ns father's hand. as the couple were ushered in, the smell of homemade food filled their nostrils. "smells good, right kit?" y/n giggled. he nodded back enthusiastically, grinning as he and y/n were led into the dining room by her dad.

"this food is amazing mrs l/n." kit said as he dabbed his napkin to the corner of his mouth. "so, kit. what do you do for a living?" y/ns mother asked, ignoring kits praise, her eyes narrowed in kits direction. kit gave an easy smile, "i work at a gas station ma'am.". mrs l/ns mouth set into a hard line. mr l/n seemed pleased enough. "i remember i used to work at a near by gas station when i was around your age, kit. i respect that." mr l/n chuckled, his reaction to kits job the opposite of his wifes.

the rest of the meal was accompanied by y/ns mother interrogating kit about his life, hobbies, friends, work ethic, plans for the future, etc. kit bore it with grace, never failing to smile or be less charming than usual. once kit and y/n had said their goodbyes to y/ns parents and got into the car, y/n let out a loud groan, "im so sorry my mom was being so rude, baby! ugh im so embarrassed!". kit shook his head, smiling "dont be sahhry' sweetharrht.”. as the car started, the girl buried her face in her hands, slightly mortified at her mothers actions. she had expected it though. “well at least my dad loves you,” y/n mumbled through her dainty hands. kit chuckled in response, agreeing with her. glad that kit was still seeing the bright side, she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. kit glanced at her once before his gaze returned to the road, laughing, “im pretty sure your mom hates me,”. as y/n laughed back, all she could think about was how lucky she was to land a guy like him.

authors note: this isnt my best work sorry! lately i havent been writing anything of quality so requests will take a bit longer

thinking about celebrity!reader taking kai anderson to the met gala as their plus one.

paparazzi lined either sides of the carpeted stairs, cameras flashing at you and your boyfriend and plus one, kai anderson. you gave the shouting camera-holding men and women a bright grin, slightly leaning into kai who merely gave a small smile and wave.

or sm shit like that.

request: hiii, can i request a fluffy one shot with Kai? thank you 🥰❤️

absolutely! though the ending is definitely ass lmao

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Prompts: angst 35, fluff 41 and 60 (bolded)

contains ⚠️: soft!kai anderson x fem!reader, kai being unusually sweet, like half an ounce of angst

“Order to go for Y/N!” the server behind the counter called, placing a bag of food onto it. “That’s me!” you called, moving forward to grab the brown bag, thanking the server. you exited the Butchery On Main and got into your little silver car, carefully placing the food on the floor of the passenger side. the stars in the night sky winked at you as you looked up at them through the windshield. you whipped out your phone, dialing your boyfriends number. you balance you phone on you thigh as you start the car. the sound of the phone ringing filled the silence as you drove to kais house. After a few more rings, he picks up. “hey baby, i picked up some food from ally’s restaurant for you.” you said in a cheery voice, “okay.” kai said, a roughness to his voice that wasnt there a few days ago. as you stopped at a red light, you asked, “kai? are you okay? you sound-” you were cut off by kai hanging up. frowning, you turned the radio on. it wasnt unusual for kai to hang up on you without saying bye, but it still slightly surprised you every time.

you pull into the andersons driveway, quietly humming to yourself as you take the key out of the ignition, shutting the radio and lights off. you grab the bag and open the car door, walking to the front door. after you let yourself in, you check the kitchen and dining room for kai. you stood in the dining room, sighing as you set the food down. kai wasnt there, he was probably in the basement though.

“kai?” you called out as you made your way down the narrow steps of the basement staircase. “in here,” you heard kai call back, his voice still rough. at the bottom of the staircase, you saw kai slouched against the couch, arms by his side, head thrown back and eyes looking up at the ceiling. you made your way over to him, plonking down next to him. he didnt look at you, not even when you put a hand on his thigh. “are you okay?” you ask. kai was never not doing something. he lifted his head to face you, his eyes furrowing. he looked terrible; violet and black hues under his dark eyes. when he didnt respond, you asked again, “kai, are you okay?”. His eyebrows furrowed further.

“do these dark circles under my eyes say nothing to you about how im doing?”

you bite your lip, as you remove your hand from his thigh and loop your fingers through his own, looking down. “im going to assume you havent had dinner?” you hesitated, to which kai nodded. “Okay, the foods upstairs, want me to bring it down?”

Kai slightly frowned and shook his head. “soo do you wanna go upstairs with me then?” you gestured to the stairs. “no.” kai huffed. “so what then?” you mused, finding his slight difficultness amusing. “im not hungry, Bunny.” the blue-haired man sighed, turning his head to face the other way.

“what? kai, you need to eat something.”

“but im not hungry,”

“i dont care, kai”

“whatever, im too tired to eat anyways.”

“well you need to eat something before you sleep.”

“no i dont.”

“fine, let me bring you to your room at least.”

you stood up, your hand still holding his. with a sigh of defeat, he heaved himself up, his posture noticeably sluggish. you led him up the stairs and to his room, easing the door open before almost dragging him inside. you hadnt bothered to turn on the light, and as soon as he reached the closest side of the bed, he climbed into it, groaning sleepily. when he found a comfy position to lay in, you kissed him on the cheek before exiting. just as you made it to the door, you heard kai say something in a muffled voice. “hm?” you turned around to face his bed. “come here. i cant sleep.” you sighed, walking back over to his side. you crouched down so you could view his face, though it was no use due to the lack of light. “You havent even tried,” you giggled. kai moved over to the other side of the bed, dragging you with him. “kai!” you laugh, trying to pull away from his arms trapping you to his chest. “sleep here tonight. please?” he mumbles, drowsiness making his words slur a bit. “but-” you start to protest, “its like you dont even love me,” kai teases, pouting in exaggeration. "i cant sleep without you. i need my personal body heater and cuddles." he says softly. defeated, you drape your arms around his waist. “fine.” you mumble back, looking up, your heart warming when you find him already looking into yours. “i love you. you enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” you tell him. kai hums back contently, closing his eyes. he pulls you impossibly closer, kissing the top of your head before slowly drifting into a well-needed slumber.

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