AHS Imagines

26: "Queen of the Gas Station" (Kit Walker)

A/N: Inspired by the unreleased Lana del Rey song, which I attached a fan video of that does have Evan in it! 

Kit meets Fem!Reader and the plot of this one is basically the story from the clips in the above video, assuming he didn't meet Alma or Grace 

The night air was cool against my bare legs as I stood by the gas pumps, looking out at the vast star-studded black sky. There was no one around besides whoever was operating the shop and neon lights were the only source of light besides the moon. I smoked a cigarette to pass the time as I waited for someone to pull into the lot. 

It wasn't the best work to be involved in, being an escort of-sorts, but it was all I could do and I couldn't deny that it had its own appeal. I liked meeting new people, relying on them for a home overnight. It never lasted, yet it affirmed my belief in the kindness of strangers; not all of them wanted me just for nightly company. They would tell me about what bothered them or explained they felt sympathy for girls like myself and wanted to help me. 

A dust-coated car pulled into the station loudly, almost swerving over to the gas pumps. The driver cranked open his window after pulling up to where I was standing.

"Hey there, honey. How much you chargin' for a night?" He said brashly as he chewed on some tobacco and spit it out onto the ground.

"Well, it depends what you're calling on me for."  I explained, taking a drag from my cigarette.

"Just get in the car, bitch." 

"Um, what time is it? I'm expecting someone to meet me here so I might not be able to leave with you." I said, lying through my teeth so he'd leave me alone.

He groaned, stepping out of the car angrily without shutting off the motor and approaching me. I was scared of what this guy was trying to do so I backed away towards the shop and firmly told him to stop. Luckily, the gas station operator came out from the service garage to see what was going on. He must've heard the car engine or the driver's yelling and came to do his job. Either way, I was thankful that at least he could try and get this guy away from me because he wouldn't listen to my protests.

"Hey, what's goin' on out here? Leave the lady alone if she doesn't wanna get in your car, pal." The gas station operator told him. 

The driver chortled drunkenly and threw some empty threats towards the both of us before getting in his car to drive off. I let out a breath I didn't even realize I'd been holding in. My attention turned to the guy who helped me.

"Thanks for that, he didn't seem like the kind to give up advances when asked nicely." I smiled.

"Come inside, I can call you a cab if you want." He offered, guiding me inside the shop.

"Sure. What did you say your name was?"

"Kit, Kit Walker. And what's yours?" 

"That's for me to know and you to decide, darling."  

He held the door open as I went inside, flashing him a joking wink to accompany my reply to him. There was a little truth to what I'd said. It never mattered what my name really was, people could call me whatever they wanted. It was bittersweet if a name slipped passed someone's lips as they held me in their arms; they'd be thinking of a love they'd lost or only ever dreamed of having.

"Alright then, don't tell me. Do you have a place to stay?" Kit questioned, walking behind the checkout counter to the telephone.

"Would it be bad if I said no?" I confessed, pursing my lips.

Kit chuckled, "'Course not. You can come back with me once I'm done closing up here."

"Thanks, Kit. You know, you're nicer than most people or at least not as judgmental." 

"You're just doing whatever you can to get by, why shouldn't I offer you help?" 

I sat down on one of the stools at the counter, propping up my chin with an arm and watching Kit start to close up the place. He had a soft smile on his face, dimples appearing in his cheeks. All I could think of was how lucky I was to have met this angel of a person tonight.

"Well, I'd say people think girls like me are troublesome and bad." I smirked, looking up at him cheekily. 

"If you're so bad, why haven't ya stolen anything from the shop? I mean, register's right over there and you coulda easily snagged whatever you wanted from it." Kit pointed out, gesturing to the open register only two feet away from me.

I shrugged, agreeing to his suggestion and spinning back to face Kit. He closed the register after counting through it and put everything back into their proper places, offering me an arm just before he finished. I took his side and switched off the lights as we went out the doorway. The night air didn't feel so cold anymore, and the moon was glowing a little brighter. Interesting what a bit of kindness from a single person could do. 

He drove us both back to his house further out of town then practically forced me to sleep on his bed instead of the couch, insisting that I was a guest and it was only right that way. It was a house with sparse, plain furniture throughout the few rooms inside. But I was grateful just to have a place to lie my head after several nights of roaming and satisfying the depravity of others.