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gothicknightz · 2 years

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SLAUGHTER CAMP — XAVIER PLYMPTON

PART ONE; CRUEL SUMMER

(warnings; swearing, mild violence)

MUSIC PUMPS through the speaker as a varied mix of guys and girls sweat in an aerobics class led by a blonde George Micheal.

A blonde in a black unitard thrust her hips with each instruction by the leader of the group, Xavier, followed by multiple ups and downs, also including more hip thrusts, rolls, and side leg lifts.

“It’s hard but it’s worth it!” Xavier yells as the class continues, going down for the lower body raise, which shifts to leg lifts afterwards.

A few other things stick out like a sore thumb during the class, with two brunettes eyeing each other down during thrusts; the guy raising his shirt just enough so that the girl could see his abs.

Not long after class, people were pumped, hearts were racing, and sweat stuck to bodies. But that didn’t stop a certain girl from making a comment.

“It’s gonna be one hell of a summer if you keep on working us like that, Plympton.”

“It won’t be hell as long as you’re in it, beautiful.”

—

“Hi!” A blonde says, talking to a certain brunette.

When she doesn’t respond, the girl pipes up again, “I’m not a lez, just friendly.” Despite her previous comment, the blonde checks out the other girl, “Rad bod though, like that girl on Cheers.”

The blonde smiles, “I noticed you ogling my buddy Chet’s mound. You want me to introduce you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. The whole reason most people come to Slimmercise class is to hook up.”

“Not for me.”

The blonde gasps, “The last American virgin.”

—

“She was stabbed like, three times.” The blonde tells a group of guys, alongside a girl. “Her throat was cut so badly she was basically decapitated.”

The blonde from earlier comes from behind the other, “Describing your last date?”

He chuckles, “Hilarious, no.”

“There was a murder a couple of days ago in Glassell Park. My cousin works for LAPD homicide, and they’re convinced whoever did it is responsible for a bunch of other unsolved murders in town.”

A girl crossed her arms, “You sure it wasn’t you sleepwalking again, Xavier?”

“Yeah, you wish.” Xavier gave the girl the finger before a brunette piped up.

“I heard serial killers become more active in the summer months when it’s hot.”

The entire group put their focus on Brooke, “Because people sleep with their windows open at night.”

“Hmm. This is Brooke. She’s new in town.” The other blonde from earlier, known as Montana introduced the new comer to everyone else. “Brooke, this is Xavier, Cassie, Ray, and Chet.”

“Hey. How do you guys know each other?”

“Well, it’s LA; do any of us really know each other?”

Ray pushed himself away from the table, “We collected each other over the last couple of years. Xavier and Montana met in traffic — and dated for a hot second.”

Xavier interjected Ray’s statement; “’Met in traffic’ is a nice way of saying that I missed one of the last auditions for MASH because she rear-ended me.”

Cassie laughed, “It was funny cause I managed to see that on the way there.”

“Oh, I know.” Xavier rolled his eyes, “I saw you, and thought, that could’ve been me.”

“Anyway... my cousin was saying that they think that this guy's gonna go on a rampage, like Son of Sam did in the summer of ‘77.”

Everyone’s attentioned turned to Xavier, waiting for a continuation, “Which is why I'm getting out of town for the next couple of months. I got a gig as a counselor at a summer camp they're opening up a couple of hours from here.”

“You guys should all come.”

—

Footsteps echo around the small apartment, a luminous figure quick to silencing a brunette. “Shut up,” They say, as the brunette keeps crying, “Where’s the jewelry?”

“Get it for me!”

The brunette struggles to get the jewelry, as the figure’s patience is tested.

“Is that it? All of it?”

The figure swears, “You’re gonna be famous... You’re gonna die by the hands of the Night Stalker.”

As the brunette hits the ‘Night Stalker’ in the head with a pan, a concerned neighbour asks if she’s okay, and proceeds to tell her that the cops are on their way.

“I wil find you.” The figure threatens,

“Satan will show me.”

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auroracalisto · 3 years

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oh god, i want to feel again

summary: using the prompt “stay alive for me.” from this list here. the reader is the only other survivor from their little friend group, save for brooke. all alone with friends who truly couldn’t care about her, she finds herself back at camp redwood.

pairing: xavier x reader

word count: 2.4k words

warnings: death, dead body mentions, no important deaths, mentions of suicidal thoughts, implied depression, implied anxiety, shitty friends

a/n: i love 1984 so much. like. stop me from writing about it. please. i loved writing every word for this. also like???? don’t ask about the title. i realize the sentence prompt has nothing to to with sleeping at last’s touch but it’s fine. it’s fine.

You never should have let your friends talk you into going back to Camp Redwood. And yet, you stood near them as the fawned over the scenery. You couldn’t help but notice that it really was a beautiful place—it was just as beautiful as it had been when you had been there last. But this place made you more nervous than you would like to admit. Just thinking about everything that had happened made you want to cry. But your friends told you they would be quick. They just wanted to take a look around, maybe check out the cabins.

However, you knew better. Going to Camp Redwood was never something good. Coming back to the damned place was a death wish—and your past self would have hit you for being so stupid to come back.

It had only taken an hour for your friends to leave your side. But you weren’t surprised. They were never really good “friends.” In fact, the closest one to you out of the group once told you that the others were only friends with you for publicity. Being the only other survivor out of your friends, save for Brooke, you were like a little legend in your town. You knew it hadn’t been Brooke. But it was your word against everything.

You missed her. She had been a good friend. All of your friends had been. Chet, Ray, Montana. And Xavier. Oh, God, did you miss Xavier.

There wasn’t a day that went by that you didn’t think of the blonde haired jazzercise instructor. It hurt your heart to know that he was gone forever, taken by the very thing that made your “friends” fangirl. On your way up to the camp, you swore you heard them talking about the Night Stalker. It sent you into a memory that you couldn’t stand remembering. Perhaps you should have just asked them to drop you off at the gas station and then pick you up later. It would have been easier that way.

It was 1987. Three years after the massacre of your friends, and three years after you barely made it out of Camp Redwood alive.

You found yourself sitting on the edge of the dock, staring out at the lake. The water was dark and murky—not how you remembered. But it had been quite a few years since you were last here. You didn’t know what else could have happened. You took in a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut.

You wanted to leave. That was the first thing that came to mind. Just moments after the thought ran through your head, you felt something brush against your foot.

Your heart leapt to your throat.

Scrambling to your feet, and suppressing your scream, you looked down at the water and saw a bloated body. They had obviously been in the water for some time. You took a couple steps back, your hands gripping at your shirt. But that’s when you saw it. A flash of two blonde heads in the corner of your eye, standing by one of the cabins. None of your friends were blonde.

You blinked and almost thought that you were just crazy—but then you saw it. That outfit. The blues and whites and that signature coat. Were you crazy?

You didn’t know. Even so, your feet started moving before you could stop them. In a matter of seconds, you were running. Through the mud, through the roots that sprung up from the cold ground, through the tree limbs that continued to snag your shirt. However, you didn’t care. If that was who you thought it was, it didn’t matter if you hurt yourself or scratched up your outfit. It was okay.

You reached the area you had thought you saw him—the girls’ cabin. That’s where you had hung out during the short time you were there. The sight of the log building made you sick to your stomach. This whole trip made you sick.

If only you had listened to your gut feeling and passed up your friends invite, then you wouldn’t be standing here, questioning your sanity.

But then you heard a voice.

“[Your name]?”

Not just any voice—Xavier’s voice.

You quickly spun around; your eyes were wide. You saw him standing there, all alone. He gave you an incredulous look before Xavier wasted no time in rushing over to you. He wrapped his arms around you, one of his hands resting on the back of your head.

“What—what,” you breathed out, quickly hugging him back. “What the hell? You’re dead,” you spoke, burying your face in his chest. “You’re supposed to be dead. Why are you here?”

Xavier chuckled softly. “I’m a ghost, [Your name].” He slightly pulled back to look down at you. “God, I never thought I’d see you again. Why are you here?”

“My… my friends—”

Before you could finish, a scream erupted through the trees, sending birds flying into the blue sky.

You pulled back, looking over your shoulder. “My friends brought me here…”

Xavier rose an eyebrow.

“What’s going on?” you asked, shaking your head. You paid no mind to the scream—a part of you didn’t care what happened, as awful as that sounded. The other part of you ached to go and help them, but you couldn’t. Xavier was standing in front of you.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“How are you—how are you here? You’re a ghost...?”

He smiled softly, watching you with an unreadable expression. “Yes.”

“That’s so vague,” you huffed, noticing a smear of blood on his cheek. You reached forward, your thumb rubbing it off. You frowned up at him. “How the hell are you still here?” you repeated.

“I don’t know,” he finally admitted. “All of us. We’re all here. Well, save for you and Brooke,” he hesitantly smiled.

You blinked slowly, furrowing your eyebrows. “You’re all still here?” you asked, unable to stop your tears from forming. “Xavier, I—I never thought I’d see you again. And you’re telling me everyone’s still here?”

“You’re taking this pretty well,” he snorted softly.

“Yeah, well, you would to when you realize that all your friends are still here, and you didn’t watch them all die,” you said, taking in a deep breath.

“Well, you did—”

“—you know what I mean, Xav.”

The blonde began to smile at you. “I really never expected to see you again,” he said, giving you another tight hug. “Why did you come with them…?”

“Closure?” you questioned your own answer, hugging him back. “A chance to… to come to peace with what happened?”

“You sure as hell aren’t getting that,” he let out a laugh, not stopping himself from kissing the top of your head.

You froze up, but you never once stopped him.

“It’s only been three years, X,” you said, closing your eyes. “I’ve lived… three hell-filled years without you guys. I miss you so much,” you said. You swallowed thickly, completely pulling back from the man. “I… Brooke was sentenced. They are convinced she did it,” you spoke.

Xavier pursed his lips, and he took ahold of your hand. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

“I… I just… I miss you. I miss you guys so much, Xavier. You have no idea.”

“Is that why you came?” Xavier softly asked, looking over you. “To… be closer?”

Your eyes widened a bit. You hadn’t thought of it like that. But maybe, subconsciously, that’s what was going on. Your mind knew that it was a way to be closer to your friends. You never expected that you would literally get closer to them, in every way possible.

“You make a good point,” you said, sniffling softly.

Xavier grinned, leaning forward to cup your cheeks. “You look hot for a twenty-six-year-old,” he said.

You slapped his hand away, unable to stop your cheeks from growing warm. “It’s been three years, not a fucking decade.”

His smile only grew. “You do, though.”

You sniffled again, looking up at him. “You… I really never thought I’d see you again. I can’t believe you’re here, Xav. I…. It’s so hard to live without you.”

He frowned and leaned forward, kissing your forehead again. You closed your eyes as his lips lingered.

“I know. But you can’t stay here. There’s nothing here that would support someone who’s alive. You need to go back home, get back to your life.”

“Xavier, I don’t have a life,” you frowned. “I work, I come home, and I try to ignore the people who brought me here.”

“So, they’re not your friends?” a female voice came from behind you.

You quickly spun around, spotting a blood-covered Montana. You could hardly breathe. You let go of Xavier and rushed over to the girl, tightly hugging onto her.

“Oh my God,” you breathed, tears forming in your eyes again. You silently cursed yourself for your constant waterworks—but your emotions were all over the place.

“Uh, definitely not God,” she laughed, hugging you back. “God, [Your name], why the hell are you here? You look hot,” she grinned.

“Hey, back off, I already told her that,” Xavier scoffed.

Montana just smiled, pulling back. You noticed that your clothes were now bloody, but you honestly didn’t care. You reached up, wiping your tears away.

“I can’t believe… I can’t believe you guys are actually here. Are you sure I’m not just crazy? And making this all up in my head?”

Xavier smiled and took your hand. “We’re here.”

You lost track of time. When you finally looked out the dusty cabin window, the moon was peaked high in the sky.

You looked over at your friends, not knowing what to say. You didn’t want to leave them, again. You couldn’t leave them again.

You reached forward and took Xavier’s hand, dragging him out of his conversation with Chet.

“Can we talk?”

Xavier smiled back at you and nodded. He hadn’t been this happy about anything, for some time. He couldn’t believe that you were here. He never thought that he would see you again—and you were the one person that he would have done anything for, save for himself.

The two of you stood outside of the edge of the cabin steps. Xavier leaned against the railing and you found yourself sitting down on the top of the staircase.

“I… I can’t leave you guys. Not again. I’ve got nothing out there for me—”

Xavier’s face fell as he heard you. “No. I know what you want. You’re not doing that. No way in hell. You’re the only one of us who survived, you need to keep on living—”

“—I only survived because you guys all died before I escaped,” you said, your bottom lip quivering. “Xavier, I can’t function without you guys. I can’t—I can’t do anything without thinking about all of you.”

“You will, eventually,” Xavier said, sending you a soft smile. He leaned forward and grabbed your hands. “You’ll be able to.”

“When, X? When I’m on my eightieth birthday?” you questioned.

He snickered softly and kissed your cheek. “You know that’s not true. You’ll be okay. You need to go home, [Your name]. You know that we’re here. You can visit any time you want to. Stay alive for me.”

“But I’ll continue to age. And you’ll all stay here, exactly the same.”

Xavier grinned. “Well, you continue to age. Get a spouse. Make some babies. Come and see us when you have the time.”

He was trying to talk you out of it. He didn’t want you dead—if you died, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself (metaphorically, of course). He had protected you until his last breath, and he would do it again. Even if it meant sending you away, no matter how much he would have rather had you there.

“I’ll continue to age, X. But I’m not ever gonna marry. And I won’t ever have kids.”

“Why not?” Xavier asked, brows furrowed.

“Because the one person I wanted that with is here.”

He stopped for a moment, letting go of your hands. “What?” he tilted his head, watching you. “Who?”

“You, you idiot,” you said, tears welling in your eyes. “I didn’t want to come back here because I thought that I would find things of yours. I didn’t expect your whole damn ghost. I don’t want to age. I don’t want to just marry someone. I wanted to marry you,” you said, choking back a sob with an awkward cough. “I wanted to date you, I wanted to fall in love with you even more than I already loved you. You dying made me realize that I would never have that. I would never love anyone as much as I love you, Xavier.”

Xavier didn’t say anything, watching you intently.

“I’ve mourned you every damn day. I—I’ve wondered, why did this happen? Why couldn’t I have just died with you? And I nearly did it. Several times, Xavier. I would have done it again,” you said, staring him down. “If I came here and saw that you… you still had things here. If I saw your blood or that—that damned horror oven. I… I would have done it.”

Xavier quickly took your hands again. “Stop it. Stop talking like that. [Your name]…”

“And see? You don’t even love me back,” you said, finally letting out a sob. “You’ve stared at me this whole time, and said noth—”

You were cut off by cold lips pressing against yours. But just as soon as you had been interrupted, you started kissing him back. You were still crying—all of your pent-up exhaustion and rage releasing with your tears.

Xavier slightly pulled back, his forehead pressing against yours. “I… I love you, too, [Your name].”

You squeezed your eyes shut. Xavier leaned forward and wiped your falling tears away.

“The only way you can stay here… is if you die.”

You took in a deep breath, looking up and locking eyes with the blonde. “I’ll do anything I have to. I just can’t leave. Not again.”

Xavier sadly smiled, unable to stop his own tears from forming. “Alright, then. I won’t stop you,” he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. “How… how do you wanna go? It’s your choice.”

“I…”

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infernwetrust · 3 years

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saturday nights [Fem Reader x Michael Langdon x Jim Mason x AHS 1984]

Summary: You and Michael have a Saturday night routine,deeming Saturday’s a special time for each other, and then things get a little awkward.

Warnings: smutty smut smut, swearing, a lil bit o awkwardness, minute amount of angst.

WC: 1.5k

A/N: Part of the Bestfriends Universe that can be found on my master list, here.

All that could be heard within the confines of Michael's dorm room, and probably the entire hallway of his floor, were pants, moans, and the hitting of his wooden bed frame against the wall as he thrusted in and out of you with a fiery passion. Your hands stayed wrapped around his neck as you two kissed slowly, sloppily, and tenderly. Jim, who happily asked Michael to be his roommate for this year, luckily, was away, hanging out with one of his other friends at their fraternity house. Unfortunately, Michael had forgotten to ask him what time he would be returning, but that was long forgotten when you showed up to his door.

Saturday nights. Those nights were your favorite because they were reserved for just you and Michael. There was no doubt that classes and extra curriculars kept you two from seeing each other as often as you would both like during the week. But the only thing Michael had to do on Saturday was cross-country practice and then he was yours for the rest of the day well into the night.

Eating in the dining hall was never an option on Saturdays. At least that what Michael kept telling you when he would take you to your favorite place for lunch, followed by some Icecream or frozen yogurt. And if the rest of the crew didn't ask in advance to all go to dinner together that night, he took you out again, this time to his favorite place to eat. After it was either back to his room or back to your room, several events taking place before leading up the beautiful position you were in now.

He picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he sat down on the edge of the bed, pressing his lips back to yours to resume the kiss as his hands firmly gripped your ass, giving it a good smack as you sway your hips back and forth on his length. Moving a few pillows behind him, he lays back, hands now around your hips.

"I want you to do the claiming tonight." he said to you. "Remind me of who I belong to."

With those words said, you removed the pillows from behind him, so that he laid flat against the bed and you pinned his arms above his head as you began to roll your hips feverishly on him. It started off slow and sensual at first, then quickly became slow and rough. Michael thrusted upwards into you gently, eager to create a little bit more friction, but you held him down with your hips, moving your hands to his chest. He threw his arms behind his head, watching you at work.

"As much as I would love to ruin you, tonight." you said, leaning forward and brushing your lips against his ear. "I've been missing your rough side as of late. I want you to pound me until I'm a screaming mess. Pound away all the stress from this week. Can you do that for me, Michael?"

As if he was waiting for you to say those words, to change your mind when he gave you the chance to be the one in the charge tonight, he grabbed your hips, and rammed in and out of you at a merciless pace. You threw your head back, letting out a breathy moan as your walls clenched and unclenched around him. His moans echoed right behind yours, him loving the sight of his cock disappearing in you and then reappearing. Your arousal and his pre-cum coated his shaft, making him slide in and out of you with ease.

"Mmm, look at you, baby." Michael said in awe as he watched your face scrunch up with pleasure. "You like when I tear that pussy apart? Is that what you look forward to every Saturday night?"

"God, yes, Michael." you moaned in response, scratching down his chest. "You feel so fucking good."

"Say my name again. Louder." And just when you think he couldn't go any faster, he did. "Let the whole hallway know how you get wrecked every Saturday night." You dug your nails into his chest, leaving a fresh set of scratches as you screamed his name out over and over. He twitched inside of you, a signal to both you and him that he was close, but you weren't too far behind as well. So in tune with each other, 90% of the time you reached your climax together. The other 10% was when Michael was urgent, needing you before his first class of the day or needing you after his last class of the day and right before cross country practice. On those days he came quick, a combination of stress and missing you throughout the day. This often left you, longing for him and he always made sure to make it up to you either later that same day or the next.

Without warning, he slipped out of you, making you whimper at the lost of contact, so close to your end. He sprung up from the bed, grabbing you up with him, giving you a few quick kisses, a giggling mess the both of you, as he dragged you over to his desk. Whatever was on there was thrown onto his bed. Before he could tell you to do anything else, you were already bent over, legs spread wide apart.

"Such an eager little girl aren't you?" he smirked as he walked over to you. "What if I wanted to look at you? Hm?"

"Then make me look at you, Michael." you retorted, wiggling your ass a little bit.

"Mmmm, naughty naughty." he answered, biting his lip and lining himself up with your entrance before slowly sliding back into you, filling you all the way up. He wasted no time getting back up to speed, his hand taking aggressive strikes at your ass, his other hand entangled in your hair, snapping your head back to make you look at him while he pummeled you. "So fucking wet for me. So so so beautiful."

"Mmmm, Michael, I fucking love you. It's all for you, baby."

"Yeah?" he questioned, kicking the his desk chair that was still too close behind him for comfort, to give himself a bit more room. He angled himself just right, now ramming into your g-spot over and over as a mixture of moans, expletives, and screams left your lips. "I love you too."

Over all of the moans and screams, the both of you had failed to realize that Jim was now aggressively rattling his key in the door, desperate to get it open. Through the door Jim and Brooke busted in a fit of giggles as the two messily made out with each other, hands roaming freely over each other's bodies. You and Michael both snapped your head in their direction, absolutely shocked as Michael halted, deep inside of you.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you..." a breathless Jim said as he quickly discarded of his jacket and white t-shirt, letting Brooke's hand roam down his chest and torso straight to his belt buckle, leaving sloppy kisses along his tummy. Attempting to get in tune with his surroundings, he quickly glanced around the room, you and Michael being a rather large blur, a blur so large that Jim had to do a double take. His eyes met Michael's first who simply just stared, speechless.

"Oh. Oh fuck." Jim said, grabbing Brooke's hands.

"What?" she questioned confused, looking up at Jim who wasn't even looking at her. She turned her head in his direction, looking at a naked you and a naked Michael. "Ohhhh...."

"Uhhhh...." Michael said, finally breaking his silence. "I won't say anything if you guys don't?"

"It's not the first time I've walked in on my friends fucking. I caught Xavier and Montana last weekend." Brooke shrugged. Jim and Michael now looked awkwardly around the room, not wanting to meet each other's gaze anymore.

"It's cool, we'll just Uh.... go finish in the showers or something." Jim said, scratching the back of his head, pulling Brooke up off the bed and to her feet. "Honestly forgot that you two usually have Saturday nights reserved." You couldn't bring yourself to say anything. While you've heard your friends fucking from outside of their rooms on days you would walk past or attempt to pop in for a surprise visit until you realized that you couldn't, you haven't ever been walked in on or walked in on someone else. You weren't embarrassed or anything since it was just Jim and Brooke, just shocked as all.

"Yeah... yeah... sounds good." Michael said. "Have fun?"

"Totally." Jim said, grabbing his towel out of his closet and quickly dragging Brooke out of the room. The two of you let out a hefty sigh as you were left alone again.

"What the fuck just happened?" you asked Michael.

"Let's not talk about it before it kills my hard-on. Let's just finish each other out. Deal?"

"Deal.." you said, your breath shaky as he resumed what he was doing before the two of you got interrupted.

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beautyiswithinchaos · 3 years

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The Start of a Wonderful Summer

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |

*** disclaimer: all new work is here: @chaos-is-beautifvl ***

a/n: this is just a little part of the 1984 and Apocalypse crossover series I’m working on. Yay or nay?

word count: 733

“Ray!”

“Ray, get your ass out here! We’re going to get caught in traffic because of you.” The said person came dashing out of the front door, bags in hand, “Calm down, will you? We’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes before getting back into the driver seat. You loved your cousin, you did, but there were moments, such as these, when he tested your patience. The two of you were LA-bound and meant to leave over an hour ago to avoid traffic flow, but someone decided to wait until last night to pack, which made him wake up late. It was ridiculous. Even though this trip was last minute, you two had made plans over two weeks ago, so why he wasn’t ready was a mystery to you. Then again, this is typical Ray-fashion.

“I don’t know what’s got you so wound up anyway. I’m the one who invited you to come along,” Ray said, looking at his reflection in the pull-down mirror. You scoffed, “Oh, come on, Ray. You know you wouldn’t be able to function without me.”

He grumbled something incoherent, but you know he was mouthing off, so you reached a hand over and flicked the side of his head. He winced and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at you. “You’re such a bitch, sometimes.”

“And don’t you just love me for it?”

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The two of you have been on the road for a while now. In need of a stretch, you pulled over to the nearest gas station you could find. Tossing the keys to Ray, you started walking to the store, “Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

Ray shook his head exasperatedly, catching the keys with his right hand, “And why, do tell Y/N, is it that you think I’m going to do something stupid?”

You shrugged, hand on the door handle, “Because you always do, Ray.” You heard his laughter as you entered the store. The fluorescent lights above were low and flickering, and ‘Kids in America’ by Kim Wilde played from the speakers. Humming along to the music, you quickly grabbed some snacks along with a pack of Slim Jims. You didn’t understand how Ray liked those things – they were just sticks of grease and fat.

Dumping your items onto the counter, you pulled out some money from the back pocket of your jeans. “I need $10 on pump six.” You were glad that the gas prices here were regular. It seemed like the prices went up every day.

We’re the kids in America (whoa)

We're the kids in America (whoa)

Everybody live for the music-go-round

“You look familiar,” the burly man said as he rang up your items. You laughed nervously, rocking on the balls of your feet, “I don’t think we’ve met. Maybe I just have one of those faces.” He couldn’t know you. Right?

“No, it’s not that,” he squinted his beady eyes at you as he leaned over the counter, eyes traveling down your body, “You a model or something?” When you shook your head, just itching to leave, he sighed, “You sure? I think it’s your tits. They look familiar.”

You scoffed, snatching your bags off the counter and slamming a 20 on it, “Keep the change, you perv.” As you were turning to leave, you felt his eyes on your butt, so you flipped him the bird before walking out.

“Ray, load ‘er up.” Ray groaned, tossing his head back, “And why do I have to do it. This is your car, is it not?”

Slipping into the car, you leaned over the console, “Yes, it is. But guess who’s going to pump the gas? You. Now get to it.”

When he finished and got back inside the car, he mumbled something along the lines of you being annoying and how, one day, he was going to whack you over the head with something. You didn’t respond with your usual witty banter because as you were about to pull out, you spared one last glance at the gas station and made contact with the beady-eyed man inside, who was watching the two of you from the blinds.

You quickly pulled off, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as the only thought on your mind was how someone you’d never met had recognized you. This summer was definitely going to be more interesting than you thought.

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a/n: i wrote this instead of going to sleep. see where my priorities lie? anyway... what do you guys think?

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myluciferiscody · 4 years

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i loved you first p.4

pairing: Xavier Plympton x Reader

word count: 2,332

warnings: violence, language, fluff, oops

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | epilogue

Your life seemed to flash before your eyes.

Chloe Smith was in tears; her red hair matted while her makeup from the night before smeared under her eyes. You had never seen her look like this. She was always fabulous. You'd admit it now, even knowing she was crazy.

"Chloe..." Xavier said softly, his hands slowly rising as she continued to cry with her eyes on you. Your eyes fell to the gun hanging by her side, her finger fiddling with the gun. She was going to cock it eventually.

"Sit down!" she shot at you, and you didn't hesitate to take the spot next to Xavier. You realized you should have stayed away from him, but Chloe didn't comment, only raising the gun at the both of you.

"You don't have to do this," Xavier said, his voice hesitant. You knew he was trying not to cry, and you were right there with him. "This isn't worth it."

"You're worth it!" she yelled, pointing her gun directly at him now. "You're worth it, Xavier." she cried, her voice wobbly. You had never heard anything like this in your life. This all had to be a really fucked up dream.

You knew it was probably best to keep your mouth shut. Chloe hated you; you didn't want to push her any farther and risk putting Xavier in any more danger than he already was.

Your thoughts were overshadowed when Chloe turned her attention back to you, her voice venomous when she asked, "What do you have that I don't?"

I'm not psychotic, clearly.

You instinctively snickered at that, which was a huge mistake. You watched as Chloe's eyes went dark before moving the gun just inches from your face and fired.

You and Xavier both yelled; he grabbed you and pulled you down as the bullet whizzed right by, almost hitting your ear. Your heart was now in overdrive as Xavier took this opportunity to rush forward and tackle her to the ground. You screamed as they wrestled, desperately looking for a phone to dial 9-1-1.

You hoped that a neighbor would call the police. You weren't particularly close with them, but you were friendly enough to keep an eye on one another. You started to cry when you realized your phone was dead, and you didn't know where Xavier's was.

There was no way you could sit back and watch this unfold. Chloe was screaming, cursing your name as Xavier wrestled the gun away from her. You looked around for something heavy, figuring this could be your Paul Sheldon moment.

You spotted an ugly vase that Xavier's mother had gifted you when you moved in together. It always sat underneath the accent table, collecting dust. You snatched it, looking to see that Xavier was somewhat able to pin down Chloe. But the struggle for the gun was still ensuing. Your ears rang as another shot went off, striking the lamp your grandmother bought you.

The last thing you wanted was to hurt him accidentally. You lunged for the pair, catching Xavier's eye last minute as he fell off her, falling to the ground. You smashed the vase against Chloe's head. A cry escaped your lips when a jagged piece broke the skin of your palm. Chloe shrieked, before falling unconscious.

You gasped, falling to your knees as Xavier wheezed on the ground. You glanced down at the now bloody head of Chloe, who was still breathing.

"That fucking bitch!" Xavier snapped, sitting up. You watched as he grabbed the gun, switching on the safety. "We need to call the police."

"I-I couldn't find your phone," you said shakily, stumbling to your feet, your eyes still on her unconscious body.

Xavier had to dig underneath the cushions, but he found it. There was just enough battery to report the incident, and he stayed on the line as you both moved far away from her, almost sitting on top of each other in the corner.

Your chest felt like it was on fire. The tears wouldn't stop as you hung onto Xavier, who gently shushed you while he spoke to the operator. You wanted Montana, you wanted Brooke.

You were so shaken up that the panicked knocking on the door caused you to shriek. The operator on the phone was worried, as Xavier got up to investigate, before letting out a "fuck!"

"XAVIER! Y/N! IT'S ME, IT'S CHET AND MONTANA! OPEN UP!"

Xavier wrenched open the door, explaining to the operator that you were still waiting on the police.

"We already called the police, they're not here yet!?" Montana yelled, rushing past the boys to where you were cowering in the corner. "Chet was outside when he saw Chloe arrive and called them."

She brought you into a hug as you hid your face in her neck, wishing for all of this to stop. You heard Xavier ask why Chet was outside, in which he replied, "Because I'm not dumb, I knew the bitch would be back."

You always adored that Chet was so protective of your friends. You had to smile, feeling your heart lift slightly as Montana held you tightly, shielding your face from Chloe.

It seemed like an eternity when the police and ambulance finally arrived. Ray ended up showing up sometime later while you were outside, claiming that Brooke was stuck at work and wished she could be here.

You watched with your friends as Chloe was wheeled out on a stretcher; her hands cuffed as they loaded her into the ambulance. Your debacle caused some attention, as concerned neighbors and strangers gathered around. You slowly started to feel better, but the fear of almost being killed kept creeping on you. The paramedics cleaned up your wound and bandaged it.

Because your apartment was now an active crime scene, you and Xavier were forced to room with Montana and Brooke at their residence. You had gathered your things before riding over with Xavier in the back seat; his grip on you was still tight.

You were pleased when Ray and Chet came over later that night with packed bags. They insisted on the group being together for support. You had hugged your friends more in the past few hours than you have all year. You knew they were as equally scared as you were, while simultaneously trying to ease your stress.

That night after everyone settled into bed, you were restless. It was well past three in the morning, your boss already notified about what transpired and you needed some time off. Xavier was in the bathroom, almost begging his boss to give him some time, too.

You waited until he finally came out, visibly lighter as he crawled down next to you, peeking to see if you were awake. The unexpected action caused you to snort, and he smiled at your laugh.

"I'm sorry if I scared you," he whispered, settling down beside you. "My boss finally cut me some slack for once in his life."

"I think you should just quit, they don't deserve you," you whispered.

"Trust me, I've been telling myself that the day I started," he joked, and you felt hopeful that things could be normal again. "y/n, I just wanted to let you know that you saved our lives today."

You frowned, shaking your head, "You had her pinned to the ground. If anything, you're the hero."

Xavier shook his head, scoffing, "Don't be ridiculous, you knocked the crack-whore out."

You cackled at that, hiding your face in the blankets as Xavier's blue eyes widened, playfully shushing you as Ray snorted in his sleep a few feet away. "Keep it down!"

"Then don't make me laugh!" you seethed, yet your tone was playful. "You should know by now that you make me laugh without trying."

Xavier beamed at that, settling down to lay beside you. He was delighted to hear that, now smiling like an idiot at your compliment. You moved closer, putting your head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around you.

"I don't mean to make light of the situation," Xavier said softly, starting to run his hands through your hair. You closed your eyes in peace. "But I'm glad we were with each other today. I could never live with myself if something happened to you because of me."

"I need you to stop blaming yourself," you scolded. Xavier's face flushed, and he was staring at the ceiling with a hurt expression you couldn't see. "I told this to the others, and I'll say it to you. You didn't know. Montana..." you smiled, "She has a suspicious nature, and she's right ninety percent of the time. Montana had an equal hand in this."

"I should have known, though," Xavier said, frowning. "I was her boyfriend. I was going to move in with her!"

You smirked, "They say you don't really know a person until you live with them. Or something like that."

Xavier finally smiled at you, "Something like that?"

"Yes. That's what my mom said when I told her we were living together."

"Huh," Xavier said, his hands still running through your hair. "Your mom is a wise woman."

"Of course she is, why do you think I'm the way I am, hmm?" you joked.

"I guess that would explain a lot," he said softly. You laid there, your head still on his chest as you listened to the sound of his beating heart.

In mere seconds he could have been taken away from you.

You didn't realize your nails dug into his chest until he winced, "Ouch, y/n?"

You gasped, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Xavier." you said, rubbing the spot on his chest where you hurt him.

"It's alright," he said, before placing his hand over yours. "I'll be here when you wake-up."

You tried to fall asleep then, but images of Chloe holding a gun in your face was a plague. Xavier was still awake, staring at the ceiling as he stroked your hair. He could feel your wildly beating heart, and he wished there was something he could do.

Xavier was always the strong one of the group. You could always lean on him whenever you needed, even if he was struggling with something himself. But he wanted to save everybody, even though he knew it was impossible. His own past haunted him, and this was just the newest addition.

The clock slowly ticked towards five in the morning, and you were still unable to find peace. You eventually sat up, Xavier's arm falling to the side as you sighed, rubbing your eyes.

"y/n?" he asked, sitting up beside you. You gave him a weak smile, which he frowned. "Do you need me to call someone?"

You shook your head, "I just think sleep is off the table for us tonight."

He laughed quietly, looking around the dark room to see Montana hanging partially off the couch. Brooke was right on the floor beneath her, her legs over Ray's stomach, snoring.

"I feel safe with everyone here," you admitted, glancing at Chet, who was curled up with a pillow. "I always felt safe with you guys."

"Me too," he admitted, taking your hand. "I know I've made a lot of bad decisions in my life. I always felt like I wasn't supposed to be here, you know?" Your heart hurt hearing that. "I got myself in so much bad shit, and I guess I still do that. But I'd always find my way back... I had my friends. I have you."

You wiped at your eyes, knowing Xavier hated to see you cry. "You've always had me." you laughed weakly.

"I wish I would have stopped being so stupid-."

"Are you kidding?" you laughed now, a little too loudly, you may add. "You just told me last night you were always flirting with me! You're the clueless one? Please."

Xavier gave you a smirk, and you reached up to pat down his messy hair. His blue eyes were bright in the night, and you knew you'd always be able to get lost in them.

"Do you think it would be inappropriate if I kissed you?" Xavier asked, tilting his head at you playfully. You blushed deeply, thinking of all the times you dreamed of this happening.

"I don't want you to feel like you have to rush into anything with me..." you admitted, smiling shyly at him.

Xavier nodded understandingly, "I normally would say that too. But today was an example that we're not promised anything, y/n. I don't want to waste any more time with you than I've already had."

You couldn't believe this was happening. After a silent agreement, Xavier leaned in, pressing a deep kiss to your lips. It was better than you ever imagined, your hands gently twisting in his hair as his arm slid around your waist, pulling you in tight. Xavier kissed you until you couldn't breathe, pulling away with a satisfied smirk.

"That was amazing." he grinned, keeping his arm around you as you smiled back.

"I know, thank you." you joked before you were startled out of your wits when you heard Montana mumble into her pillow, "Oh, thank God they finally kissed."

Your mouth fell open when Brooke tiredly said, "About time!"

"You guys heard them kiss? Gross!" Ray slurred.

"Were you guys listening this entire time!?" Xavier yelled, your shock finally wearing off as you laughed loudly, hiding your head under your blanket.

"Only the last few minutes," Montana said, turning over. "Thank fuck, you guys were driving us all crazy, not dating each other."

"You guys are the worst!" you cried out as Xavier laid beside you, a broad grin on his face.

"But you love us, y/n," Brooke giggled softly, "Goodnight."

You and Xavier finally fell asleep minutes after your friends fell back asleep. Chet stirred, peeking at you guys from his thick pillow. He smiled before laying back down to sleep.

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jjsmaybank20 · 1 year

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Hi!!!! It's me again,🦁 Anon. I just looked at Glass onion and can I ask for a request for whiskey x reader. The reader was relaxing in the pool with others, and the moment whiskey comes out of the pool, the Reader literally froze and stared at her. The others started joking or making a remark about it until the Reader took Whiskey's hand and dragged her to her room because the Reader got excited.

Can the end be cute and fluffy?

Thank you very much!!!🥺

Speechless

Whiskey x Fem!Cody!Reader

Summary: Your girlfriend is gorgeous, and never fails to make you speechless.

Warnings: Nothing really, just fluff

Word Count: 759

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When you, your brother, and your girlfriend were invited to Miles Bron’s weekend getaway/murder mystery party, you knew you were in for a treat. Miles never failed to astonish, so arriving at his private island housing his massive complex, you couldn’t say you were surprised.

Miles was an eccentric person, so of course the rooms were assigned based off of chakra. You bid your brother and your girlfriend goodbye, and headed towards your room to get ready for the pool.

You throw on some swim trunks, a bikini top, and a hawaiian shirt to wear over it. You check yourself over, seeing that you look good, and head down to the pool to meet up with your friends.

Making your way down, you see Lionel and Claire already on the side having a conversation. You approach them, and they greet you warmly.

“Y/N Cody, as I live and breathe! We didn’t have much time to catch up. How is everything? How’re you and Whiskey?” Claire inquires. You go to answer, but are interrupted by Birdie making her grand entrance.

“Guys. Lionel and Y/N, you guys are too hot to be scientists. And Claire, you look so cute.” You glance over at Lionel, and then you see Claire flipping Birdie off, making you laugh.

“You just gave Bird the bird, Claire-bear.” You exclaim, making Lionel laugh along with you. Claire then glares at you, hating the nickname you had assigned to her. Everyone in your group had a nickname that you had given them, which you always called them.

Claire is Claire-bear, Birdie is Bird, Lionel is Lion, Duke is Dick, Miles is My-My, Peg is Peggy, and Andi is… well, was Cassie.

While in your own head about Andi, you tune out Birdie and Claire bickering. You finally tune back in when Claire re-asks you the questions from before. “Oh! Y/N, answer the questions from before Birdie interrupted. How is everything? How’re you and Whiskey?”

You smile at the woman, and respond, “Things are good! Lion and I have been absolutely stacked at work, but you know how Miles is. Me and Whiskey are doing amazing.”

Lionel then looks around for your girlfriend. When he doesn’t spot her, he inquires, “Where is your girl, anyway?” You then look around, also not spotting her. You open your mouth to say something, but a clearly not listening Birdie interrupts again.

“God and no masks I can breathe again. Look at this pool, maybe I'll go for a swim.” As soon as she finishes her sentence, your gorgeous girlfriend breaks through the surface of the water gracefully. Your jaw drops, your eyes widen, and you turn bright red.

Lionel and Claire quickly take note of this, and immediately begin teasing you. “Hey, Y/N. You’ve got some drool right there.” Lionel puts his finger on your chin. You immediately slap his hand away, not taking your eyes off of your girlfriend.

Claire calls out to Whiskey, shouting, “Hey Whiskey! I think you broke your girlfriend!” Whiskey glances over at you, smirking at the expression on your face.

“Baby, you okay?” She asks. You say something intelligent like ‘Uh- mhm- yep- so good.’ She laughs and swims towards the stairs leading out of the pool. You quickly get up, not bothering to bid your friends goodbye. You know they won’t mind.

As soon as you make it to where your girlfriend is standing, you grab her hand, yank her out of the pool, and pick her up bridal style before running to your room. She laughs joyfully, and wraps her arms around your neck.

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Once you reach your shared suite, you shift her so that she is pressed between you and the door. You kissed her intensely, and quickly started to trail them down her neck. You heard her let out a breathy laugh and felt the vibrations in her throat when she asked, “What’s gotten into you, babe?”

You pull back and put your foreheads together, smiling at the woman you loved. “It just always amazes me how you seem to get prettier and prettier every time I look at you.”

Whiskey blushes at that, and pecks your lips again before hopping down from your arms. She grabs your hand and pulls you down onto the bed, making you let out a yelp of surprise. She quickly climbs on top of you. Cuddling into your chest.

You couldn’t be happier than in this moment, on this island, with the people you love. If only you knew how fast it would go to shit.

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lexwritess · 3 years

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i kinda want to write some ahs stuff so here’s who i write for here

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BESTIES, I AM DESPERATE FOR SOME REQUESTS (ง'̀-'́)ง 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄

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wonhosmistress · 4 years

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Back To 1984

Length: 1,268 words

Warnings: N/A

Synopsis: Y/n convinces Michael to take her to the famous Camp Redwood to have an up-close first look at the events that took place and meets the victims along the way.

A/N: I’ve been working on this stupid drabble since January and I recently just had time to edit it one last time and make small changes. Wow, I’ve been inactive for a while but here y’all go a 2-month late drabble I’ve been hesitant to post. Enjoy!~

"Come on, Michael!" She cheered him on excitedly, trying to convince him to travel back in time with her. He looked at her annoyed at the fact that she had kept insisting on the idea every day.

"Fine! if it'll keep you quiet." She clapped her hands in excitement, avoiding to annoy him even more that would eventually make him change his mind.

"What year was it again?"

"1984."

"Why don't we just go to the place in a few weeks?" She stared at him with a serious expression.

"I told you that it was burned down by some random ass religious group."

Michael sighed in annoyance but as long as she shut up about it in the future he would be fine with it. She heard him chant an incantation in Latin. He held her hand as they both slowly disappeared from their home to the outside grounds of the camp.

They both stood next to each other and looked up at the giant wooden sign that read Camp Redwood.

"Are you happy?" He asked sarcastically.

"Yes, I am. Come on, let’s go in!"

He sighs in annoyance following her wondering, how the hell this beautiful yet somewhat bothersome girl became his. They kept walking the small path and he felt that she was walking too fast. He caught up to her and wrapped his arms her waist, stopping her in her tracks. “Michael, let go.” She felt his warm breath on her neck and exhaled loudly in surrender. “What’s the rush, babe?” He asked in a soft tone. They both stood still in their dark surroundings feeling the dry heat. Her gaze was fixed at the sky making him lookup as well, the stars were lighting the sky brightly enough to make anyone enamored by it. “Isn’t it beautiful?” She said feeling warm from the inside. “Yes, it is.” He said standing up straight pulling her body closer to his.

The moment was cut short due to an abrupt scream filled with dread catching both of their attention. Michael released her from his grip, she turned around and stared at him with doe filled eyes hoping he would let her go and follow her to help whoever was in need of aid. She was about to keep walking until she felt Michael’s grasp on her wrist keeping her from advancing.

“Don’t go.” She stared at him in confusion. “Why not?” “I don’t understand why you even made me take you here out of all places in time. We’re in Killer ground and we shouldn’t be messing with these events.” He said sounding concerned. “C’mon, Michael. Learn to live a little!” she told him. He couldn’t comprehend how she wasn’t scared about the entire situation. This moment had gone done as one of the most brutal murders in history; they were literally in the year 1984 where Richard Ramirez had gone on a killing spree in Camp Redwood.

“Fine…” He said in complete defeat. He couldn’t believe that she had dragged him a couple of decades back for this, and before he knew it, she ran off towards where the scream came from. “Y/N!, WAIT!” He yelled running after her which he despised doing. If she were to die it would be because she was running towards a killer, who does that? Even he would avoid doing that. That thought had him thinking that he could resurrect her which made him grateful for the power he had.

After he had finally caught up to her, they both walked towards a wooden cabin that seemed like hadn't been used in years. She slowly and quietly made her way towards it until one of the steps creaked. “y/n, wait...we seriously shouldn’t go in.” He told her hoping that his words would eventually make her realized how screwed they would be if they messed with the events of space and time.

“Michael, It’s okay. What are you so scared about?” She asked, trying to understand why he was insisting on leaving when they had just gotten here. “I’m not scared… I’m terrified that if something were to happen to you, I would never forgive myself.” He said finally laying one of his biggest fears out in the open to her. She stepped down the stairs and stared at him as her eyes wandered taking in his worried expression, she wrapped her palms around his cheeks softly and said, “Michael, I promise that as long as I have you...I’m not going anywhere.” “Just like you protect me, I’ll do the same for you.” She closed the space between them and wrapped her arms around his neck giving him a soft kiss. “Nothing will happen to me, Michael.” She said letting go of his neck and holding his fingertips gently before releasing him and making her way back up the stairs.

She carefully made her way onto the porch, trying her best to peek into the windows of the cabin but she couldn’t seem to make anything or see anything from the inside. She gripped the doorknob but before she did, Michael placed his hand on her shoulder. “We shouldn’t...we don’t know who’s on the other side.” He warned her. “We’ll be okay.” She reassured him.

As soon as she opened the door, she noticed the shadow of a person inside so she decided to take it upon herself to be cautious as she walked in with Michael still behind her.

The sound of a girl's voice screaming made her jump and the next thing she heard was a loud thump on the floor of the cabin, making her duck as Michael yanked her down with her to keep her from being hurt from someone else. "Montana!" They both heard someone yell causing the girl with bright blonde hair to turn around. Montana noticed the strangers and glared at them. She looked intently at the guy next to the girl he was dressed all in black with a cape. Michael’s eyes bore into hers with malicious intent, instantly felt something sinister within him, that she couldn’t explain which was making her sick.

Xavier stared at them and observed in pure dread and before he even knew it, he saw flames flicker in front of him setting Montana on fire within seconds. Not a single remnant of her existence was in sight or on the floor for that matter. A whimper escaped his lips as he backed up on the floor trying to avoid them both.

"Please...don't kill me. I'll do anything." He said as tears streamed down his face making his voice crack. Michael and y/n noticed the white trousers he wore along with a blue muscle top underneath and a lavender jacket. "We're not going to hurt you," she said walking towards him crouching down to meet his eye-level and noticed the complete dismay he was in, it broke her heart seeing him like this. "Why should I believe you?" He questioned trying to grab the closest object to him to defend himself in case of any potential danger. She gently placed her hand on top of his wrist pushing it down slowly to try to assure him they meant no harm.

His gaze roamed from her face down to see her soft hand and remained there for a few seconds before looking back up at her. "Fine. I believe you...but not him." “How did he do that and why did he do that?” He continuously questioned watching Michael’s every move making sure he didn’t come near him. Y/n turned around staring at Michael who was a couple of steps away

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icyharrington · 5 years

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Xavier x female reader x Ray, getting caught by Montana and Brooke and Chet. Reader has handcuffs and a bong.

okay so i forgot to incorporate the whole handcuffs thing but uummm yea. lol

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pairing: xavier plympton x ray powell x reader

warnings: m/m/f threesome, vaginal sex (spitroasting), blowjobs (m/m and f/m), handjobs

“Truth.”

Ray looks up at you from under dark eyelashes, thumb flicking at the lighter as he positions his lips over the mouth of the bong. He takes the hit like a champ, sucking an impressively massive tuft of smoke into his lungs without so much as a grimace.

When the last of the gray smoke has left his throat, amalgamating with the rest of the dreary fog that hangs low within the walls of Xavier’s van, he screws up his face in thought.

“Was kinda hoping you’d say dare.” He tilts his head to one side, passing the bong to Xavier, whose hooded blue eyes are already droopy and bloodshot. “Okay, I got one. It’s lame though. Out of everyone in the group, who would you most wanna bang?”

Too high to scoff at the perverted childishness of his question, you actually think about it for a minute. You’re deep into staring at Ray’s expectant expression, admiring the smoothness of his velvet-deep skin and fullness of his lips, when you accidentally let it slip: “You.”

His eyes widen and you hear Xavier laugh, low and lazy, into the mouth of the bong. Your heart skips a beat once it registers what you’ve said, but the pot has made it near impossible to care.

“No shit! Never woulda guessed.” You can tell Ray is trying to suppress a self-satisfied grin, white teeth digging into his plump lower lip. “Honestly was expecting you to say Chet.”

“I was expecting you to say me,” interjects Xavier with a joking twinge to his voice, one hand positioned behind his head, handing the bong to you. “And to be totally honest, I’m a little offended.”

You stare down at the bong, for a moment forgetting how to use it, and you wonder whether the hazy atmosphere of the van is due to the amount of smoke that’s built up, or your intoxicated state.

“Aw, don’t be, Xavy Gravy,” you nearly slur, using the intentionally cringe-worthy nickname you’d thought up for him when you’d first met. “I’d totally fuck you too.”

Xavier’s lips fall open into an exaggerated look of surprise. “You would?”

“Yeah,” you say casually. “Why not?” You’re being serious, too. You have a thing for guys who wear earrings.

Ray stretches, the hem of his shirt lifting and exposing a sliver of his smooth, sculpted tummy, and you find yourself licking your lips (and maybe it’s just the weed, but you could’ve sworn you just saw Xavier do the same).

“I mean, we’re all alone, right?” Ray says, eyes flashing from you to Xavier and then back again as he moves to lift his shirt up over his head. “Why don’t we try it out?”

Xavier’s pink lips curl up into a mischievous smirk, his cross-shaped drop earring swaying as he turns to poise an eyebrow at you.

For a moment, you’re almost apprehensive, before the feeling is overtaken with a much more poignant wave of arousal. There are two good-looking guys in front of you propositioning a threesome; you’d be an idiot to turn them down.

You grin. “Fuck it. Let’s do it.”

“I ain’t ever gotten head from a dude before,” Ray says, looking down to Xavier, who’s craning his neck up from where he lays to take one of his balls into his mouth.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” mumbles Xavier against Ray’s sensitive skin before delving back in, one large hand moving to entangle with your hair. Xavier’s on his back with Ray knelt by his head, while you’re settled on your stomach, using one arm to prop yourself up while you use the other to pump your fist up and down the blonde’s thick cock; Ray looks almost godlike as he jerks himself above Xavier, his head falling back as a moan of ecstasy escapes his full lips; You’re mesmerized, observing the way Xavier’s apt tongue forms shapes along the underside of the dark-haired man’s enormous erection, and quickly you come to the conclusion that this can’t have been the first time he’s done something like this.

Letting go of Xavier’s length, you spit crudely into your palm before resuming your prior motions, this time moving exponentially faster than before.

Xavier hums contentedly, the vibrations traveling to Ray’s cock, who groans and reaches down to grip tightly at the head of tousled blond hair beneath him.

“Shit, man, you gotta slow down. I’m about to bust and I still wanna fuck (y/n),” Ray sputters, drawing his hips back slightly. You and Xavier let out a unanimous giggle, your (e/c) eyes matching with his, and he shoots you a seductive wink.

“I’m that good?” he drawls, voice husky, causing Ray to groan in frustration when he pulls away. “Go on, then. Lemme see you fuck the shit out of (y/n).”

Ray stands, and eagerly you roll onto your back, making quick work of your linen shorts and flinging them across the van. You can hardly believe this is really happening, but it’s all moving too quickly for your drugged-out mind to comprehend, so you decide to just go with the flow.

“I don’t like you in that position,” Xavier remarks, coming up behind you to flip you back onto your front with ease; you nearly moan aloud at the rough feeling of his calloused hands on your sides, looking up at the blonde with wide, innocent eyes as he kneels before you. “C’mon, sweetie. Let’s see how well you can suck dick with a cock inside you.”

You take the cue to shift onto all fours, arching your back for Ray, whose hard-on is resting against your inner thigh. He places a hand on your hip before easily sliding his cock inside you, all the way to the hilt, until you can feel his balls slapping harshly against the tops of your thighs. You scream out, mouth falling open at the intrusion, tight walls stretching wider than you’d ever experienced before; Xavier takes the opportunity to shove his cock deep into your throat, muffling your cries as Ray begins to adapt to a fast, hard rhythm of thrusts.

You suck Xavier’s cock to the best of your ability, but it’s difficult, with Ray pounding into you like his life depends on it. You gurgle pathetically, a string of spit dripping from your lower lip and down your chin, knees raw and red from pressing into the hard floor.

“Fuck yeah, take my cock,” Ray murmurs under his breath, his fingers digging into your hips so harshly you’re sure you’ll have a few bruises to show for it tomorrow. “Taking me so good.”

You’re so wrapped up in the pleasure that you almost don’t notice the stream of soft evening light that cuts through Xavier’s dimly lit van, your eyes only opening when Xavier removes his cock from your mouth, sending you into sputters.

“Ho. Lee. Shit,” comes Montana’s voice, and you fall forward, scrambling around to face the source of light; to your horror, it isn’t just Montana standing outside the van: she also has Brooke and Chet in tow. Xavier and Ray scramble for their clothes, the van bobbing back and forth at the sudden rapid movement of three bodies. “I just made a joke about you guys having a threesome, but I didn’t really think it’d actually happen!”

She sounds almost gleeful, bouncing on the balls of her feet while Chet stares forward, emotionless; Brooke looks vaguely traumatized.

“We’ve been looking for you guys. We were starting to worry that you got captured by Mr. Jingles or something.”

“Ha, nope,” Xavier mutters, a flush of pink dusting his porcelain cheeks. Ray can hardly speak, his gaze fixed on the floor, refusing to face the very same people who’d just been face-to-face with his bare ass and balls.

“Well, now that we know you’re safe… don’t let us ruin your fun!” Montana wiggles her eyebrows suggestively before partially shutting the door of the van, poking her head through the open gap that remains. “Be safe, kids!”

And with that, she slams it all the way shut.

You almost would rather that Mr. Jingles had been the one to find you.

#xavier plympton #ray powell #cody fern #deron horton #american horror story #ahs season 9 #ahs 1984 #ahs s9 #xavier plympton x reader #x reader #mine #montana duke #brooke thompson #chet clancy #billie lourd #emma roberts #gus kentworthy

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gothicknightz · 2 years

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hmm

felt spicy might write something for xavier

#ahs #ahs: 1984 #ahs 1984 #1984 #american horror 1984 #american horror story #xavier plympton #xavier plympton imagine #xavier plympton x reader #montana duke #ray powell #chet clancy #brooke thompson #Cody Fern

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chloelucia13 · 4 years

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Come Back to Me

Pairing: Xavier x reader

Request: “ Hi hi! Could I please request an Xavier x reader thing? Where its after the attack where he was locked in the oven, and instead of dying he runs out of there and to the house of his girlfriend, who didn't wanna go to redwood bc of everything that went down, and just basic fluffy comfort for my baby, and reader helping him heal with his anxiety and possible PTSD after the incident, and bringing up his confidence with his burnt face..My baby deserves it! Thanks!! ♡”

Warnings: Angst, fluff, language, some medical terminology ig? some COMFORT FOR XAVIER BECAUSE HE NEEDS IT

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this! I really hope I did it justice!!

Tags: @sexuallyconfusedspacedragon456

God, you were so fucking stupid.

You had been so adamant about not going to that cursed place, where so many people had met their end. You had begged him to stay home, knowing that you couldn’t go with him. You couldn’t bear stepping foot in that place.

Now, you wished you would’ve gone with him.

You were curled up on the couch, right next to the phone, as you half-watched the shows that were on TV.

Your mind was so busy with worries of what he was hoping, what would happen to him, that you couldn’t even focus on anything other than your thoughts. Not only were you worried of what could happen to him, you were worried of what he would do.

Now, you weren’t worried about him cheating or anything like that, you knew he would never do that to you. What you were worried about was him relapsing, falling into that pit that only drugs could distract him from, only to pull him deeper into that same pit.

You were spiraling, you had been ever since he stepped out the door, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

The only thing that paused it was a knock on the door.

You nearly leaped from your seat on the couch, pushing yourself onto your feet and hurrying over to the door, yanking it open as your heart pounded in your chest.

Immediately, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a head rest on your shoulder. “Xavier?” you whispered, gripping onto the lapels of his jacket, the pungent scent of burnt skin invading your nose.

“I’m so scared, Y/N,” Xavier sobbed into your shoulder, holding you so tightly you thought you may burst.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay. Come inside, let me make you some tea.”

He nodded, letting you lead him into the living room. “It hurts.”

“What hurts?”

“E-Everything.”

You nodded slowly, helping him sit down onto the couch. As you tried to pull away, he tugged you closer, gripping your shirt in his fists. “Xav-”

“Please don’t look at me. Don’t let me go.”

“Don’t look at you?” You gently skimmed your fingers up and down the length of his back, trying to calm him down. “Why don’t you want me to look at you?”

“He-he ruined me! He ruined my life!”

“Who did?” You froze. “Did... Did Blake find you?”

“He... He won’t be a problem.” You were about to open your mouth to press him further, but he spoke again. “Mr. Jingles came back.”

“Mr. Jingles? That killer from the 70′s?”

“He escaped from the mental hospital. He-he came back to kill everyone. Ray’s dead. Blake’s dead. Chet fell into a spike pit.”

All the breath left your lungs. “We need to call the police,” you gasped out finally, slipping from his grip and picking the phone up off the receiver. You quickly dialed 911, hands shaking so violently that you had to start over a few times.The moment you heard the operator speak through the phone, you rushed out the situation and begged for them to hurry.

Once the phone connected back to the receiver, Xavier reached out and took your hand in his. “It’s all over, Xavier. You don’t have to be scared anymore.” You squeezed his hand and looked down at your interlocked hands, your stomach immediately churning when you saw burns and blisters decorating his skin. Your eyes slowly skimmed up his clothed arm, all the way up to his neck and then his face.

A strangled gasp fell from your lips and you raised your free hand to cup his burnt cheek. “W-What did he do to you?” you choked out, tears beginning to streak down your cheeks.

“He threw me in an oven,” he voiced softly, his lower lip quivering. “I’m a monster now.”

You shook your head, taking a step closer so your chest was pressed against his. “No, you’re not.”

“Look at me, Y/N. How... How could you love me again?”

“Don’t ever say that.” You slipped your other hand from his grip to cup his other cheek. “I love you no matter what. You’re still the same boy I love.”

He shook his head, letting out a soft sob. “Why?”

“Because I don’t care what you look like, or what you’ve gone through. All that matters is that you’re here with me and you’re the kind soul that you’ve always been.” He leaned forward, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck. You held him close, whispering kind words to him as you led him over to the couch. “But, you do need to go to the hospital.”

He shook his head. “I can’t let people see me like this. I-I can’t. Please.”

With a small sigh, you nodded. “Okay. I’ll try and do what I can tonight, but you have to go in tomorrow. Okay? It’ll only be worse if we don’t treat it as fast as possible.”

He nodded, letting you slip away from him so you could go and grab some lotion and aloe vera. The entire time, he sat rigidly on the couch with his gaze set straight ahead on nothing in particular.

“Xavier?”

He snapped out of his trance at your words, turning to look at you. “Y-Yeah?”

You gave him a sympathetic look, kneeling down in front of him. “Can you take off your clothes for me? I’m guessing you’re burnt everywhere.”

He nodded slowly, slipping off his jacket and shirt before tugging off his slacks. His movements were laborious and slow, his face scrunched up in pain with each small movement. Once he was fully naked, and you were able to see the extent of his injuries, your fingers traced along his charred skin.

“It’s a good thing you kept your clothes on. If you didn’t, the burns would’ve been much worse.” You gently pressed your fingers against the skin of his stomach. “The burns on your hands and face seem to be some extreme second degree burns, but the burns on the rest of your body seem to be first degree burns, maybe bordering on second degree.”

His eyes lingered on you the entire, your presence almost a natural painkiller. You made him forget the pain, forget everything that happened to him.

You slathered aloe vera on your hands. “This is probably gonna sting a bit,” you warned, standing up and hovering your hands over his shoulders. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

A harsh grunt of pain fell from his lips the moment your hands made contact with his skin. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, working quickly but gently to apply the aloe vera to his entire body. Once you were finished, you let out a sigh and rose to your feet.“... I should have came with you.”

“What?”

You shook your head slightly. “I should have come with you. I can’t help but think that if I came with, maybe I could’ve saved you from this.”

“Or you could’ve gotten hurt! You could’ve died!” He reached out and cupped your cheek. “Y/N, I could deal with these things happening to me. But if anything ever happened to you, I... I don’t know what I would do. I couldn’t live with myself, that’s for sure.”

“And you think that I don’t feel the same about you?” Tears flooded your eyes as you stared into his own. “I don’t know how I can live with the fact that you got hurt because I wasn’t there-”

“I got hurt because I didn’t listen to you! None of this is your fault-”

“How do you know that? How do you know that if I went with you, none of this would’ve happened? This could all be my goddamn fault!” Tears streamed down your face, blurring your vision. “And you can’t even look at yourself now! You think you like a monster!”

“But you don’t think I do. And the only thing I care about is what you think. Your words are the only true thing to me. If I’m still as perfect as I was, then that’s true.” He brushed a few tears away. “But the one thing you say that isn’t true is that it’s all your fault. It isn’t.” A few tears slipped down his own face. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my life, it’s that the ones who think they are to blame are rarely the ones who are to blame.”

A sob sounded in your chest and you fell forward, haphazardly wrapping your arms around his shoulders and crying into his chest. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

You cried against him for a few moments, fingers buried in his hair as sobs wracked your body. Once you finally pulled yourself together, you pulled away from his chest. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you too. I always will.” He stood up and cupped both your cheeks in his hands, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “Thank you for being the best thing in my life.”

You let out a watery laugh, carding a hand through his hair. “I could say the same to you.” With a final peck to his lips, you stepped away and headed into the bedroom, coming out a moment later with his robe. ��I don’t think you should wear a lot of clothes, so I think this will suffice. Just for modesty’s sake.”

“I don’t think we’ve ever worried about modesty’s sake,” he teased, but took the robe from your hands and slipped it over his shoulders.

You rolled your eyes, taking his hand and leading him into the bedroom. “You need some sleep. We both do.”

He nodded softly, letting you lay him down in bed and toss the covers over his body before you rounded over to the other side and laid down next to him. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you close, placing his chin atop your head.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke up.

“When I was in that oven, I just kept imagining your face. Every time I started to lose hope, I kept telling myself that I needed to stay alive so I could lay in your arms again.” You felt a few tears fall on the top of your head. “I thought I’d never feel your touch again.”

“And you’ll never have to worry about that again.” You lifted your head up, locking eyes with him for a moment before pressing your lips to his.

“I thought about one other thing when I was in there,” he continued a few moments later.

“Really? What about?”

He took your hand in his, his thumb skimming along your knuckles with such a fragile gentleness as if he was worried he would break you. “I was thinking- No, I decided that... I want to get married. I want to marry you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, a smile spreading across your face as you reached up and held his face in your hand. “You want to marry me?”

He nodded fervently, reflecting your smile. “More than anything in the world.”

You let out a small laugh, filled with excitement and joyful anxiety. “I’d love that. Truly.” He squeezed your hand and pecked your lips once, then again, and then once more. You giggled and kissed him back each time, unable to wipe the smile off your face. “How about,” you voiced once his lips left yours, “we wait a few months for everything to get back to normal. Then, we have a small little wedding outside of town.”

“As long as I get to marry you, anything sounds perfect to me.”

“Perfect.” You sighed dreamily, resting your head back against his chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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