Evan Peters Drabbles

Back Home (Kit Walker [AHS] x Reader)

REQUESTED: The reader trying to comfort a PTSD Kit due to the Asylum & he opens up about his experiences there?

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Your foot bounced anxiously as you stared at the door from your position on the living room couch. Today was the day your loving & wrongfully-accused husband, Kit, was coming home. He had been forced into BriarCliff Manor months ago after being framed for the Bloody Face murders by the real Bloody Face himself. You had fought endlessly & tirelessly to get him out, but it was all to no avail. Thankfully, one of the patients Kit met & befriended at Briarcliff was able to prove his innocence & set him free.

The clock ticking beside you seemed to mock you, reminding you of the incessantly infinite seconds that would pass, with or without Kit. You sighed & tried to ignore it as you watched the door, continuing to wait. Finally, after what felt like centuries, the door knob jiggled & turned, the door softly opening. Immediately & excitedly, you stood up, running to the door. Gradually, Kit became visible & you ran to him, pulling him into a tight hug, "Oh, Kit," you breathed, tears streaming down your cheeks as you buried your face in his neck & hugged him closer. He wrapped his arms around you, hiding his face in your hair. He breathed in the familiar scent of your shampoo & realized just how much he missed it.

"God I missed ya, sweetheart," he whispered against your scalp. You simply hugged him tighter in response.

The two of you stayed in each other's embrace like that for forever, neither one of you wanting to move. Eventually, you pulled away & cupped his face, "What do you want to do first? Eat? Shower? Sleep?"

He smiled, "Food sounds good, betta than the food at Briacliff, that is."

You laughed, "Well, I hope my meal lives upto those standards," he laughed & followed you into the kitchen. You had already set the table & had a meal prepared so all you had to do was get the warm, fresh bread you baked out of the oven & cut it up.

Kit watched you as you pulled the bread out of the oven & began to cut it. Almost instaneously, he thought of the kitchen at BriarCliff & all the times he had to knead bread there. It wasn't always a bad job, if anything, it was probably the most peaceful thing he did there. He would get some alone time & peace, since no one would bother him, but anything that had to do with BriarCliff still made him nervous.

Once you looked over at him, you noticed Kit was shaking & he had a look of sheer panic on his face. You walked over to him & gently laid a hand on his shoulder, "Kit, you okay?"

He blinked a few times before he looked up at you, his face a complete blank stare, "Yeah, I'm sorry, I just spaced out," he said quietly.

You gave him a worried expression & rubbed his back gently, but didn't press him further. He relaxed into your touch & when he seemed calmer, you went ahead & served dinner. That meal was the happiest meal either of you had had these past few months. You had had to share a large, empty dinner table all to yourself, every single day. Kit had to eat in his dark, disgusting cell, his ears threatening to burst from all the wails & screams of the other patients. You at least had good food, even when you didn't feel like cooking. Kit had to basically eat slop that was meant for animals. Either way, you were both miserably alone & terribly missing the other. It was a difficult few months for both of you, but those awful nights alone were finally over.

The meal was wonderful, full of laughter, catching up, & romance. It had been far too long since either of you felt loved, but that meal alone was enough to make you both feel like the luckiest people in the world. When the meal was finished, Kit helped you tidy up & both of you got ready for bed. Kit snuggled into you the second you got into bed beside him, making you smile. He hugged you so closely & so tightly that you almost couldn't breathe. It seemed like everything would finally get back to normal, but in reality, it was far from normal.

Some time after you fell asleep, Kit was still wide awake. For the longest time, he was incredibly calm, but the moment he stared at the wall, his mind instantly transported him back to BriarCliff.

His head was spinning as the walls around him suddenly began to push closer towards him. His heart raced, pounding against his ribs. He could feel his brain throbbing & smacking against his skull. His breathing increased & became heavier, his lungs expanding like a balloon, deflating with each labored breath that escaped his lips. The bedroom walls slowly transformed into his cell back at Briarcliff, the cold & dark air causing goosebumps to form across his skin as his vision turned patchy & pitch black. He was shaking like a leaf, tossing in bed & fighting with the sheets. He began to yelp & shriek in fear & panic, immediately waking you up.

You were shocked to find Kit practically screaming, his hands pressed harshly against his temples as his whole body shook. It was as if he was being electrocuted, which had he told you, you would have known was just one out of the innumerable methods of torture he endured during his incarceration, "Let me out! I'm innocent! Let me out!"

You quickly got out from under the covers & raced to his side, "Kit! Kit! It's okay I'm right here!" you instantly began talking to him, trying desperately to calm him down. You had never seen Kit have a panic attack before, but you knew the best way to handle them was to talk him out of it, "Kit! You're not at Briarcliff anymore! You're home with me, in our bed, in our bedroom. There's nobody here but us, nobody that can hurt you," he tried to listen to the sound of your voice, willing himself to calm down. He was trying to get out of his head & focus on you, but the images were too strong, "Remember the first time we slept here?" you continued, knowing that eventually, your voice would overpower the hallucinations & he'd relax, "How you thought the room was so ugly & plain & you kept complaining that it reminded you of your grandma?" you laughed a bit at the memory, & that was all he needed.

The second he heard your laugh, he stopped screaming & tossing. His body still shook with tremors, but he was focusing on the sweet sound of your laugh. You smiled & continued, "And remember how when we went to pick out paint colors to redo the room, you picked out the ugliest color ever created on the planet & I made the most disgusted face at you that you just laughed & laughed in the middle of the hardware store?" his mind instantly flooded with the memory, causing him to laugh. He finally stopped shaking & you immediately hugged him flush against you. He hugged you back & burst into tears, burying his face in your shoulder as he sobbed loudly. You rubbed his back & pressed gentle kisses against his head, willing him to relax. You rocked him gently as he continued to cry, soaking you in his painful tears. You just continued to comfort him as he let all his emotions out.

His tears finally stopped as he coughed & began to hiccup, his poor diaphragm having its own panic attack. Your rubbed circles against his back as he hiccuped softly. He pulled away from your shoulder & looked up at you. You cupped his face with your hands, rubbing his wet cheeks. He flashed you a faint smile before he kissed one of your palms softly. You looked at him with complete adoration & concern, "Do you want to talk about it?" he swallowed & sighed, his hands shaking slightly.

"I-I do," he said quietly. You nodded & quickly pulled him into your lap, cradling him to your chest. You ran your fingers against his scalp, ruffling his hair as he began to speak. He started from the beginning, from the day he arrived at BriarCliff & told you every single little minute detail about the place. The prison-like rooms, the dirtiness of each place the patients spent their time in, the awful & rude staff, & the torture he endured. By the end of his story, he was the one comforting you. You couldn't believe things like that could happen to anyone, let alone your Kit. Kit was an absolute angel & he absolutely did not deserve the Hell he went through at the asylum. You couldn't fathom how he survived it all, but you knew he was a strong person & that he would get through this. You both would get through this, together.

The rest of the night was spent wrapped tightly in each other's arms. Kit was able to sleep fairly peacefully for the first time in months, but you stayed up all night, just in case he had another panic attack. Thankfully, he didn't, so you too, fell asleep in his arms later that morning.