You’re an Asshole (Kit Walker x Reader)
Request: I don’t remember exactly what the request was and I cant find the ask but I do know it was about Kit and the Reader fighting and making up.
Ship: Kit Walker x Reader
Word count: 1139
You hummed along with the radio as you wiped down the kitchen table. The stew you were cooking simmered on the stove making the whole house smell and feel warm and inviting. You moved your hips to the beat and tossed the rag over your shoulder admiring your work. You were so excited to see Kit’s reaction. He had been taking extra shifts at the station most likely dealing with assholes every hour. You wanted to do something special for him so you slaved all day cleaning the house, doing the laundry, and finally topping it all off with a nice dinner.
You heard the front door open and slam closed. You turned and smiled when you saw Kit enter. But your smile quickly faded away when you saw the scowl on his face. He let out an exasperated sigh and didn’t even look at you.
It took you a minute before you had the courage to approach him. You walked across the living room to where he stood. You placed a hand gently on his shoulder which he shrugged off harshly.
“How was your day?” you asked nervously.
He didn’t say anything he just angrily shrugged off his navy blue work shirt and threw it haphazardly on the sofa. He stomped right past you and you stared at him silent.
“I am so sick and tired of all these assholes who think the fucking world revolves around them! The next asshole who throws money on the ground instead of handing it to me, I’m cutting their fucking brakes!” he yelled running his fingers through his chocolate brown hair.
You stood shocked. You had never seen Kit this angry before. Yeah he had come home swearing and complaining but he was never this hostile. You cautiously stepped towards him, wringing your hands nervously. He continued pacing around the house, grumbling to himself with the occasional curse here and there.
“Kit, why don’t you sit and calm down for a minute?” you suggested while pulling out one of the chairs from the table.
You weren’t expecting what he was going to do next.
“Get off my fucking back woman! I have to go out and work and deal with all these fucking pricks while you just sit around all day! Just give me a goddamn moment of peace! God! I already put up with your ass enough” he yelled.
You were taken aback. Kit had never yelled at you directly like that. And it hurt, it really did. You felt underappreciated. You didn’t just sit around all day and wait for him to come home. You cleaned, you cooked, so he wouldn’t have to worry about it when he came home. You knew he had to deal with assholes all the time so you wanted to make sure he had nothing more to worry about when he came home.
You balled up your fists in irritation and stomped your foot getting his attention.
“You think all I do is sit around and wait for you?” you yelled, “I cook, I clean, I run errands, I do all the laundry! All so you don’t have to. And don’t even get me started on when your friends come over! You all just leave beer bottles and food everywhere and don’t even bother to clean up after yourselves like pigs! It’s my job! I know that you have to deal with ungrateful assholes, but I didn’t know you were one yourself, Kit Walker!”
Kit stared at you with his big brown eyes, shocked and silent. You had tears running down your face and you just stared at each other. He stood up from the chair he had planted himself in and took a step towards you. You took a step back before running out the front door and into the night. You didn’t want to see his face so you just ran.
“(Y/N)! (Y/N), COME BACK!” you heard him yell but you didn’t care you just kept running.
You didn’t know where you were going you just started walking when you were far enough away from the house. You wrapped your arms around yourself and kept forward down the dark road, still quietly sobbing to yourself. Your feet began to hurt after what you had assumed was a few miles.
A bright light shone in the distance and you continued towards it. After a few minutes you realized it was the station, the lights still on oddly, since Kit always closed up completely. You noticed it was completely disserted, so you felt a little uneasy when you sat on the bench right outside the store under the lights. You hunched over as you sat there. Secretly hoping kit would come to take you home, even though you wanted to punch him in the teeth.
You don’t know whether it had been for a few hours or a few minutes you pulled your legs up to your chest and rested your chin on your knees.
You hung your head and didn’t notice the sound of an engine getting louder and louder. You heard the familiar sound of Kit’s truck pull up to the station and park right in front of you. You raised your head and saw Kit exit out of the truck with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He looked at them timidly before looking back to you. You looked away wiping your nose on your shirt sleeve.
He stood in front of you and got down on his knees. You looked back to him and smiled just a little.
“Baby,” he started, “I am so sorry. You were right I am an asshole. I know you work hard and have to put up with me so, and I know that that’s not easy. I am so sorry, baby. You work so hard and I know I don’t show it but I appreciate it so much. I love you, baby. Please forgive me.”
You looked at him and your smile grew bigger, you took the flowers from his grasp and launched yourself into his arms. Surprised, he caught you and you both fell back onto the ground. When you saw he was okay you peppered his face with kisses and giggled at his expression.
“That’s all I needed to hear,” you said.
Kit stood up and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You knew he was just mad and he didn’t mean any of what he said. But hearing him apologize and saying how much he loves and appreciate you just made it that much easier to forgive him. No matter what you loved this man with all your heart.
Kit pulled away from you and you looked into his dark brown eyes.
“We should probably get back, the stove is still on,” he said.