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AHS 1984 [Chet worked out at a Slimmercise aerobics class taught by his friend] 🤤🤤🤤
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oh god, i want to feel again
xavier plympton x reader, 3.3k words summary: the reader is the one of the two survivors from their little friend group along with brooke. all alone with a set of friends who are only around her for "status," she finds herself back at camp redwood. a/n: a complete rewrite of this fic from 2021. the fandom may be dead but I adored this fic when I initially wrote it. it deserves 23-year-old aurora's edits. some elements are the same but... it's clear that I have either grown as a writer or something has happened to the original writer within me (perhaps too many bouts of bridgerton and romance-esque things but let's not get into that) tw: death, mentions of dead bodies, suicidal thoughts, implied depression and anxiety, mentions of god and jesus christ but like not positively used (ones in an instance of finding a dead body YAY).
For someone who claimed they were terrified of the very place your old friend group died, you sure as hell didn't seem like it. At least, not on the outside. Brooke would have been trembling on the spot, but not you. No, you felt almost... well, not terrified, but worried.
You should have never let them talk you into coming back to Camp Redwood. How utterly foolish. Things always went wrong in this godforsaken camp, and it was nothing new to you. You knew it. Just the essence of the forest around it sent shivers down your spine.
And yet, here you were. The three you stood near fawned over the scenery. It was beautiful, yes, and it was just as beautiful as it had been when you had last been there. It hadn't changed a bit. But there was something gnawing inside of you. This place made you more nervous than you would like to admit.
Just thinking about it—about everything that had happened. It made you want to cry.
But the trio you had become a fourth wheel for said that they would be quick. They just wanted to take a look around, maybe check out the cabins.
You knew better. Coming back to Camp Redwood would lead to disaster. Coming back to the damned place was a death wish—and your past self, the one from just a few years ago, even, would have hit you for being so stupid to come back.
There was something about the camp that drew you in. As if there was something within your soul that knew it needed to be there. How foolish.
It had only taken an hour for your "friends" to leave your side, but you weren't surprised. They had never been truly good friends. In fact, the closest one to you, Nellie, had said that the other two were only friends with you for publicity. Sheryl and Junie didn't really care about you other than for some popularity points in LA's scene.
Being the only other survivor besides Brooke, you were like a little legend in your town.
It hadn't been Brooke. But it was your word against everything.
God, you missed her. She had been a good friend for the short time you knew her. All of your friends had been, in one way or another.
Chet knew how to get you fired up when it mattered most. Ray was earnest and always lended a helping hand. Montana knew exactly how to dress for any kind of scenario, and all of the little beauty tips she had given you made you feel like she truly cared about you. And Xavier. Oh, God, did you miss Xavier.
There wasn't a day that went by that you didn't think of the blonde jazzercise instructor.
It hurt your heart to know that he was gone. Forever. There was no coming back from what took him so long ago. And for what? For your "friends" to get excited over? For the crime fanatics to fantasize over? It was despicable. Deplorable, even.
On your way up to the camp, despite the urge within you to make them drop you off and you'd just walk home, you heard Sheryl talk about the Night Stalker. How handsome and ridiculously attractive he was. How she would let him have her in whatever way possible.
It made you sick to even think about it. Perhaps you should have made them drop you off and pick you up later. It would have been so much easier that way.
Maybe then you wouldn't have felt so sick to your stomach.
But here you were. It was 1987—three years after the massacre of your friends, and three years after you barely made it out alive. Half-alive, anyway. You were barely living, just going through the motions of what it meant to eat, breathe, and sleep. Even then you hardly did well at it.
You found yourself sitting on the edge of that oh-so-familiar dock, staring out at the lake. The water was dark and murky—not how you remembered. It had been so beautiful before, but perhaps that was how the world worked. As the years grew long and the soil grew spoiled, things changed. It had been quite some time since you last looked out to the water.
What else happened here?
You took in a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut.
You just wanted to leave. That was the first thing that came to mind. The second was, What the actual fuck was that?
Something brushed against your foot.
Your heart leapt to your throat and you quickly scrambled to your feet, suppressing a scream. You looked down at the water and saw a bloated body. A human body.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," left your chapped lips. The body had obviously been in the water for some time.
You took a couple steps back, your hands gripping at the edge of your shirt as you tried to ground yourself.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you breathed out, burying your face in your hands for just a moment.
As you looked up, you saw it—a flash of two blonde heads in the corner of your eye, standing by one of the decaying cabins.
The girls weren't blonde. Nellie was a brunette, Sheryl had unnaturally red hair that she claimed was natural, and Junie's hair was black.
You blinked slowly and almost thought, for just a moment, that perhaps you had truly lost it. Perhaps you were truly crazy and the fumes of the decaying body were getting to you—but then, you saw it.
That outfit.
The blues and whites and that signature coat.
Were you dreaming?
You didn't know. Even so, you found your feet moving before you could even think to stop them. In a matter of seconds, you were running. Through the mud, through the roots that sprung up from the cold ground. You nearly tripped a time or two as the cold air burned your lungs. You ran through the tree limbs that continued to snag your shirt and skin. However, you didn't stop. 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.
It would be worth it.
You reached the area you had thought you saw him—the girls' cabin. It had to have been. That's where you had hung out during the short time you were at the camp.
The sight of the log building made you sick to your stomach. This whole thing made you sick.
If only you had listened to your gut feeling and passed up on the invite, then you wouldn't be standing here, questioning your sanity.
This was stupid. This was freakish, and your therapist would give you an earful when you returned to your sessions. You knew it.
But then, you heard a voice.
"Y/n?"
You didn't move for a moment, just registering the voice. It wasn't just any voice—it was Xavier's voice.
He's dead. It's not him. You're going insane, you thought, but you spun around anyway. Your eyes were wide.
You saw him standing there, all alone. He gave you an incredulous look before he rushed forward, his arms wrapping tightly around you. One of his hands rested on the back of your head as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of you—one he hadn't had for some time.
"What—what is—" you breathed out, your arms quickly wrapping around his body. "What the hell? You're dead," you said, tears forming in your eyes almost immediately. You buried your face in his chest. He's dead. He has to be. But he feels so very real, and it confuses you to no avail. "Xavier, you're supposed to be dead. Why are you here?"
Xavier chuckled softly, his hand gently brushing some of your hair away from your face so he could get a good look at you.
"You're smart, Y/n," he softly said. "Tell me why I'm still here."
"Ghost?" was the only thing you said.
He smiled at you. "God, I never thought I'd see you again. Why are you here?"
"My... my friends—"
You were interrupted, a scream erupting through the trees. Birds flew into the blue sky, spooked by the shrill noise.
You slightly pulled back, hands gripping onto Xavier. You didn't want to let go of him.
"My friends brought me here," you said, looking over your shoulder.
Xavier rose an eyebrow.
"What's going on?" you asked, looking up at him once more. 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.
He was here. You couldn't let that go.
"What do you mean?" he asked, a playful smile on his lips.
"How are you—how are you here? You're a ghost, sure, but..."
He continued to smile, watching you with an unreadable expression. "Yes."
"That's... that doesn't help me," 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?"
"I don't know," he finally admitted. "None of us know. We're all here. Well... save for you and Brooke."
You blinked, furrowing your eyebrows. "You... what? You're all still here?"
The question chokes you up, and your tears are instant. "Xavier, I—I never thought I'd see you again. and you're—everyone is still here? Really?"
"You're taking this pretty well," Xavier said, snorting softly. He leaned forward, unable to keep his lips off of your skin. He presses a soft kiss to your lips. He'd missed you dearly, if you'd bother to ask.
"I watched all of you die," you breathed out. "I thought you were all gone. But you—you're not gone. You're still here."
Xavier watched you with his pretty blue eyes. "I really never expected to see you again," he said, giving you another tight hug. "Why did you come with them?"
"Um," you said, frowning a bit. "Closure?" You posed your answer as a question. "A chance to... to come to peace with what happened?"
"You sure as hell aren't getting that," he said, letting out a laugh. His lips found their way to your forehead.
You let your eyes shut. "It's only been three years, X," you said. "I've lived... three hell-filled years without you guys. I miss you so much."
You swallowed thickly, completely pulling away from him. You shakily wiped your tears away. "I... Brooke was sentenced. They are convinced she did it. Said there was plenty of evidence pointing to her, but I—I was there too. I don't understand why I didn't—why they didn't blame me," you rambled.
Xavier pursed his lips and he gently took your hands into his. "It's okay. It's not your fault. You know how the justice system is," he said, snorting softly. "It's not like it's a diamond in the rough. It's tough out there."
Your bottom lip quivered as you looked up at him. "Xavier..."
He smiled softly at you. He pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles.
"I... I missed you. I miss you. I miss you guys so much, Xavier. You have no idea."
"Do you think that's why you came?" he asked, looking down at you. "To... be closer?"
Your eyes widened a bit. You hadn't thought of it like that. But maybe, subconsciously, that's what was happening. 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, and warmth flooded to your cheeks. "It's been three years, not a fucking decade!"
His smile only grew. "You do, though."
You rubbed your nose with the back of your hand, sniffling softly. "You... Xav, it's only been three years," you repeated. "I never thought I'd see you again. I can't believe you're here. I... it's so hard to live without you. I never imagined I'd have to do it."
His smile vanished, replaced with a frown. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead again. You closed your eyes as his lips lingered.
"I know," he said. "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."
A snort escaped you. "I don't have a life," you said. "I work. I go home. I sometimes have therapy which doesn't fucking work. I try to ignore the people who brought me here but they leave so many messages on my answering machine sometimes that I want to actually—"
A voice interrupts you, and it's obvious that the speaker is relieved.
"Oh, thank god. They're not your friends?"
Your eyes widened and you quickly spun around, seeing the blood-covered Montana. You could hardly breathe as you let go of Xavier, rushing over to the woman. You wrapped your arms around Montana as tightly as you possibly could.
"Oh my god," you breathed, tears forming in your eyes once more. You silently cursed yourself for the constant waterworks, but the camp seemed to just... draw it out of you. This entire situation was nuts.
"Uh, definitely not God," Montana laughed, hugging you back. "God, Y/n, why the hell are you here? You look hot."
"Hey, back off!" Xavier scoffed. "I already told her that."
Montana just smiled, pulling back. Your clothes were now bloody, but you didn't even look. You shakily wiped your tears away.
"I just... I can't believe you are actually here. Are you sure I'm not crazy? Am I dreaming? Pinch me," you said, holding your arm out to Montana.
She snorted and pinched you, hard. It left a mark.
Xavier smiled and reached forward, grabbing your bicep. "We're here, Y/n. No dreaming for you."
You lost track of time.
When you finally looked out of the dusty cabin window, the moon was peaked high in the sky.
With a slow blink, you looked over at your friends, not really knowing what to say. You didn't want to leave them, again. You couldn't. Not when you now know that they've been here this whole time while you've been grieving their deaths. Not when Xavier has been here.
You reached forward and took Xavier's hand, dragging him out of his conversation with Chet. Chet didn't seem too mad about it, though, and he just grinned at you before going to talk to Ray.
"Can we talk? Outside?"
Xavier smiled at you and simply nodded. He stood up and pulled you to your feet, leading you outside of the cabin. You stood on the edge of the cabin steps. Xavier leaned against the railing and you slowly sat down on the steps.
"Xavier... I can't... leave. I can't leave you guys. Not again."
"What?"
"I've got nothing out there for me, Xavier. I can't leave—"
"—absolutely not. I know what you want. You're not doing that. No way in hell. You're the only one of us who survived, and you need to keep on living, Y/n."
"I only survived because you guys all died before I escaped," you said, your bottom lip quivering. "Final girl trope my ass. 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 took your hands in his again. "You're strong. You'll be able to."
"When, X?" you questioned. "When I've reached my eightieth birthday?"
He snickered softly and kissed your cheek. "That's bullshit and you know it. You'll be okay. You need to go home, Y/n. You know that we're here. You can visit any time you want to. Stay alive, for me."
"But I—I'll continue to age," you said. "And you'll stay here, exactly the same."
Xavier grinned. "Well, you continue to age for the fuckers who can't. Get a pretty spouse. Make some pretty 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. Hell, if you had died when everything first happened, it would be different. But you were alive. You had so much to live for. He had protected you until his last breath, and he would do it again if he could. 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. Don't lie to yourself."
"Why not?" Xavier asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched you.
"Because the one person I wanted that with is here. Not aging. Dead. A ghost. For fucks sake, Xavier."
He stopped for just a moment, letting go of your hands. "What?" he asked, tilting his head. "Who?"
"What?" you repeated. "You, Xavier," you said. "I didn't want to come back here because I was afraid I'd find your things. Your jacket. Your—your clothes you left in your duffle bag. I didn't want to come back and see the things that you had. I didn't expect—I didn't expect your whole damn ghost. I don't—I don't want to age. I don't want to go and get married and have pretty babies. I wanted to marry you," you said, choking back a sob. "I wanted to date you more. 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. That I would never love anyone as much as I loved you, Xavier. As much as I still love you."
Xavier didn't say a word, watching you intently.
"I've mourned you every damn day. I—I've wondered, why in the hell 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. After today. If I came here and saw that you... you still had things here. If I saw something that seemed like you or your blood or that damned oven, I—I would have done it."
Xavier quickly took your hands again. "Stop it. Stop talking like that."
"And see? You can't even say it! I've loved—I've mourned you for so long," you said, letting out a soft sob. "You've stared a tee 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, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks—all of your pent-up exhaustion and rage releasing with your tears.
Xavier slightly pulled back and let his head press against yours. "I love you, too, Y/n. More than anything."
You squeezed your eyes shut. Xavier leaned forward and wiped your falling tears away.
"The... the only way you can stay here is if... if you die."
You took in a deep breath, looking up at him. You locked eyes with his, not wanting to look away. "I'll do anything I have to. I just can't leave you. Not again. I won't do it."
Xavier sadly smiled, and the ghost felt his own tears begin to form. "Alright, then," he softly said. "I won't stop you." He pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. He was getting what he wanted, even it it felt pretty bittersweet. "How do you... how do you wanna go, baby? It's your choice."
You thought for just a moment. You had thought this out many times before. You looked up at him, and your answer fell from your lips.
"I..."
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AHS: 1984 x Freddy VS Jason:
Friday the 13th. A lovely day to start a three day weekend. And check out a potential side gig. The Legendary Camp Crystal Lake is once again looking for counselors. Easy job with many perks. Beautiful scenery,, fantastic view, fresh air, many activities. And one undead serial killer. This Friday the 13th Jason is awake. And he is not alone. Freddy, the infamous dream demon is back too. With a vengeance. It's time for the world to be scared again. But there is only place for one predator in these woods. There only so many poor unfortunate souls to be slayed and both monsters want their shares. So this Friday the 13th the gang finds themselves stuck in the most unlucky place: stuck between a battle to the death between two unstoppable serial killers. Will they manage to get out of this one in one piece? And will the fight between Freddy and Jason provide them a chance to escape? Tune in tonight to find out in the brand new Friday The 13th episode. You don't want to fall asleep and miss it. Freddy's Back. And if you think that these are only ghost stories to tell around the camp fire, go on...Spend a Friday night in Crystal Lake. With us.
Staring (in order of appearance): Brooke Thompson Xavier Plympton Montana Duke Ray Powell Chet Clancy With: Freddy Krueger and Jason Vorhees
#american horror story#ahs: 1984#american horror story au#american horror story crossover#american horror story fanfiction#brooke thompson#xavier plympton#montana duke#chet clancy#ray powell#freddy krueger#jason vorhees#a nightmare on elm street#friday the 13th#freddy vs jason#emma roberts#cody fern#billie lourd#gus kenworthy#deron horton#horror film#horror movie fanfiction#horror movie au#horror movie#80s horror#retro horror#happy friday the 13th!
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AHS: Thanksgiving ft Brooke Thompson, Xavier Plympton, Montana Duke, Chet Clancy, Rey Powell and Sheriff Eric Newlon (oh! and the Jon Carver serial killer)
Thanksgiving is the perfect time for a friends trip, when the air is cool and the leaves are crisp. A turkey can be bought and cooked anywhere, but fun with friends is priceless. So what can possibly go wrong? Another serial killer of course! In this festive chapter the gang comes across a sadistic Thanksgiving inspired serial killer that terrorizes the small town they had the misfortune to visit. Will our favorite gang live to enjoy some pumpkin pie and see Black Friday? Tune in to find out on tonight's special episode!
Happy Thanksgiving🍁🍁
#ahs 1984#thanksgiving 2024#gifset#brooke thompson#xavier plympton#thanksgiving 2023#thanksgiving#american horror story#montana duke#chet clancy#patrick dempsey#emma roberts#cody fern#rey powell#happy thanksgiving#brooke x xavier
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Love our new edit so much!!
AHS: Thanksgiving ft Brooke Thompson, Xavier Plympton, Montana Duke, Chet Clancy, Rey Powell and Sheriff Eric Newlon (oh! and the Jon Carver serial killer)
Thanksgiving is the perfect time for a friends trip, when the air is cool and the leaves are crisp. A turkey can be bought and cooked anywhere, but fun with friends is priceless. So what can possibly go wrong? Another serial killer of course! In this festive chapter the gang comes across a sadistic Thanksgiving inspired serial killer that terrorizes the small town they had the misfortune to visit. Will our favorite gang live to enjoy some pumpkin pie and see Black Friday? Tune in to find out on tonight's special episode!
Happy Thanksgiving🍁🍁
#ahs 1984#thanksgiving 2024#gifset#brooke thompson#xavier plympton#thanksgiving 2023#thanksgiving#american horror story#montana duke#chet clancy#patrick dempsey#emma roberts#cody fern#rey powell#happy thanksgiving#brooke x xavier
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Omg I love your work! Could you please write an imagine of being in a closed poly relationship with Xavier and Chet? How the relationship came to be and the dynamic between Xavier x Chet x Reader? I really want some fluff and smut with everyone happy and in love with each other.
You lie awake in the bed you shared with your boyfriends, both of them asleep on either side of you. Xavier snores lightly, while Chet’s lips were parted as he lay on his stomach. All night, ever since the three of you had some pretty wild sex, you were thinking of how lucky you were to have them. Memories played in your mind, and your grin seemed to get wider with each passing one.
The first memory was how the three of you met. It was an aerobics class that Xavier was teaching, and you’d noticed that both Chet & Xavier could not stop watching you the whole time. Every move you made, every time you followed Xavier’s skilled guidance, their eyes were glued to you. They both hit you up once the class was over, and you ended up getting both of their phone numbers. You called them, went on dates with both of them separately, and became painfully close with both men. But when they found out you were dating both of them, they each took the news surprisingly well. In fact, that was how this whole thing got started; it was Xavier’s suggestion that the three of you just date each other. It was a suggestion you & Chet gladly accepted, and one that carried you to where you were today.
It was a very joyous & love-filled relationship from the start. Many nights of cuddling, them on either side of you, you sandwiched in the middle, became a new norm. Kisses were stolen, between all three of you, and the notion of having both was wonderful to you. You snuggled with them while watching movies or TV, often falling asleep before whatever you were watching was over. You always woke draped in their limbs with a blanket tossed over your bodies, put there by one of the guys. You never knew which one, but your money was on Xavier every time.
Then there were the date nights, which were typically split up. Some nights you went out with Chet, others with Xavier, and others spent between just Chet & Xavier. You went out as a poly couple as well, of course, and had more fun with all three than with the one-on-one dates. Dinners, movies, bowling, and hiking were just a few dates the three of you went on, and always ignored the odd looks & snide comments made when you were in crowded spaces. You always took turns paying for the dates, but Chet always picked up the tab more times than not.
Your mind then turned to sex with them, and you couldn’t help but smile as you thought of it. It was an act the three of you just partook in tonight, but every other time before was just as magical. It was usually soft and playful, full of laughter and gentle touches and a lot of kissing. Other times it was rough, full of plenty of aftercare and the occasional mark. But no matter the pace, it had one common denominator: You were all focused on each other’s pleasure, far more than your own. Even when it was one on one, with each of them and both of them together, it was all a focus on your pleasures and what made each of you feel good. Both of them enjoyed going down on you, and would often do it together. They would take turns making you cum, and would not stop until you got at least two orgasms every night. It was more than two sometimes, but two was always their goal. And you happily reciprocated, making sure that each man was just as satisfied as they made you with their own mouths & hands.
But for you, it wasn’t all about sex, nor was it for them, either. All of you enjoyed every little thing, and made it a point to focus on other, non-sexual activity as well. Dancing around in the kitchen while cooking or baking together was a weekly staple, sometimes nightly where Xavier was involved. You & Chet would just watch—secretly and at most times, not so secretly—while he shook his ass or pulled some ridiculous dance move. It didn’t matter; you had fun, and there was no shortage of joy around the two of them.
Tonight, watching them sleep as you remembered all the good times, you couldn’t help but feel blessed. Not only did you have one man’s love, but two. Not only were you given one man to share that love with, but two. The prospect of this lasting forever was not far-fetched, nor was it crazy. No matter how unhealthy people believed it to be, it was the opposite. No matter what happened, all of you would stand by each other, and if that wasn’t love, then what was?
Yes, you were quite blessed, indeed.
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roycecore
#i've been rewatching ahs 1984 to scratch my 1980s itch and chet clancy is so royce coded#closeted bisexual jock who never reaches his athletic potential?#who ends up haunting the campgrounds?#clearly royce in his roycepat era#✮ inspiration — you’re gonna run your body right into the ground#cw: video#cw: flashing
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STARTING WITH C
MASCULINE︰ cade. caden. caelan. caiden. cairo. cal. cale. caleb. caleb.. callahan. callan. callaway. callen. callum. calvin. cam. camden. camdyn. cameron. camilo. camron. cannon. carey. carl. carleton. carlos. carlton. carson. carter. cary. case. casey. cash. casimir. cason. casper. cassius. caulder. cavan. cayden. cayson. cecil. cedar. cedric. cesar. chace. chad. chadwick. chaim. chance. chandler. channing. charles. charley. charlie. charlton. chas. chase. chaz. chesley. chester. chet. chip. chris. christian. christie. christopher. chuck. chuckie. chucky. cillian. clair. clancy. clarence. clark. claud. claude. clay. clayton. clem. clement. cletis. cletus. cleve. cliff. clifford. clifton. clint. clinton. clive. clyde. cobie. cody. cohen. colbert. colby. cole. coleman. colin. collin. collins. collyn. colson. colt. colten. colter. colton. connell. conner. connor. conor. conrad. cooper. corbin. cordell. corey. cori. cornelius. cornell. corwin. cory. cosmo. coty. coy. craig. crawford. cree. creighton. crew. crispian. crispin. cristian. crofton. cruz. cullen. curran. curt. curtis. cuthbert. cy. cyan. cyril. cyrus.
FEMININE︰ cadence. caelie. cailin. calanthe. calanthia. caleigh. cali. callie. calliope. cam. camellia. cameron. camila. camilla. camille. camryn. candace. candi. candice. candy. candyce. capri. cara. careen. carey. carina. caris. carissa. carla. carlisa. carlisle. carly. carlyn. carmel. carmella. carmen. carol. carolina. caroline. carolyn. carrie. carter. casey. cass. cassandra. cassidy. cassie. cat. cataleya. catalina. catharine. catherine. cathleen. cathryn. cecelia. cecilia. cecily. cedar. celandine. celeste. celestine. celia. celinda. celine. chalice. chana. chandler. chanel. chanelle. channing. chantal. chantel. chantelle. chanté. charisma. charissa. charisse. charity. charla. charlee. charleen. charleigh. charlene. charley. charli. charlie. charlotte. charmaine. charnette. chasity. chastity. chaya. chelle. chelsea. chelsey. chelsie. cher. cherette. cheri. cherice. cherie. cherilyn. cherise. cherish. cherry. cherryl. cheryl. chesley. chevonne. cheyanne. cheyenne. chloe. chloë. chrissie. chrissy. christa. christabel. christabella. christabelle. christal. christen. christi. christiana. christie. christina. christine. christobel. christy. chrysanta. chrystal. ciara. cicely. ciera. cierra. cinda. cindi. cindra. cindy. claire. clara. clare. clarette. claribel. clarice. clarinda. clarissa. clarity. claudia. clematis. clemence. clemency. clementine. cleo. clover. coleen. colene. colette. colleen. collins. collyn. connie. constance. cora.
NEUTRAL︰ cab. cable. cache. cade. caden. cadence. cai. cal. callahan. callaway. callout. calm. camari. cambrian. camdyn. cameron. camille. camp. campbell. camren. camryn. candle. candy. cannon. canyon. captain. captor. carcass. carousel. carry. carsen. carsyn. carter. cartier. cas. cascade. case. casey. cash. casino. casket. casper. caspian. cassidy. castle. casual. cat. catalogue. cavalry. cave. cavity. cay. caydence. caylen. cedar. celeb. cement. cemetery. century. chain. chainsaw. chandler. channing. chaos. char. charge. charity. charleston. charley. charlie. charly. charm. chase. chayce. checkers. cheer. chemical. cherish. chernobyl. cherry. chevelle. chevy. chiffon. chilly. chip. chirp. chop. chosen. chozen. chris. chrome. chrysalis. chrysanthemum. church. cider. cidney. cinder. cinnamon. city. cj. clarity. clarke. classic. clay. clear. clementine. cliché. click. cliff. cloak. clock. closure. cloud. clover. clownery. cob. cobalt. cobolt. cobra. cocoa. code. codin. colby. colt. comatose. combat. conley. control. cookie. cooper. copeland. copper. cor. coral. corbyn. corduroy. core. corvette. cory. cosmic. count. court. courtesy. courtney. cove. coven. covet. coy. coyote. cradle. crane. crank. crash. cree. crest. crew. crime. crimson. crisis. critter. croc. crosby. cross. crow. crown. cruise. crush. crystal. cupcake. curse. cyan. cyber. cylinder. cypress. cécile.
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Always happy to share my extreme athletic prowess with my co workers also excited to announce I will be training @guskenworthy for the next Olympics 🥇
#ahs#ahs 1984#chet clancy#ray powell#margaret booth#gus kenworthy#deron horton#leslie grossman#Leslie is actual baby and if anyone ever badmouths her I'm fighting on sight
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KINKTOBER (27: Against A Wall)
Rocky! Chet Clancy+Janet! Reader:
SUMMARY: When you meet again with your high school crush, you can’t help but let that flame rekindle... the flame of revenge.
WARNINGS: Hate Fuck (Unprotected, guys... I seriously need to remember about the condoms, please don’t forget about it in reality, it isn’t that easy to avid pregnancies and STDs!), Rough Sex, Insults, High School Stereotypes, Dirty Talk.

Chet Clancy had been your high school crush.
And what a shame that in high school you were the typical nerd: googles as glasses and that very evident tooth braces that got you into quite some trouble, and most importantly didn’t allow French kisses.
So, meanwhile everyone was making out in front of you, you worked on yourself, arriving to your grand future.
It wasn’t perfect, but it was something you liked, working in the musical industry and you couldn’t believe that you would be soon debuting in your first musical, as Janet in “The Rocky Picture Show”.
It was enough to make you shrill with emotion whenever somebody would mention your role!
That was till you discovered who would be playing Rocky…
Your long-time crush Chet Clancy, who hadn’t grown up from the aggressive jock phase.
You had heard he had been having quite some trouble after drugs had been found on him, but you would have never thought you could have seen him in a tight golden bodysuit and a blond wig, playing the brainless body of Rocky, Doctor Frank’N’Furter’s creation.
And now that you were without braces, and your glasses had been reduced to a smaller version of the original ones, you had absolutely to tease him, as you got over the original stupor.
What made your rage and desire of revenge grew even stronger was the fact that he hadn’t recognized you as the nerd from high school.
And you had found yourself to completely let your mouth loose.
You teased him about his Olympic past, saying that it would never happen now that he had shown himself to be a failure.
An utter failure, that had chosen to go through the easy way.
“You are almost as pretty as dumb” you had muttered that morning, at the big rehearsals, meanwhile you sat down at your make-up station, smirking almost gleefully at his obscure stare.
Not thinking anything of it.
Whereas you should have.
Because, after you had stayed more to try on your duet with him, you had found yourself being pushed against the wall, your legs being quickly swept up, meanwhile he spread them, making sure they grappled onto his waist.
Before you knew it, the little skirt you were wearing was pushed up and you felt his clothed erection brush against your core, letting a moan leave your mouth and your back arched against the wooden walls, your head and neck aching a bit for the movement, mostly because of the stress the rehearsals brought you.
“Oh… now you don’t sound so strong and mighty” he mumbled onto your mouth, meanwhile an hand went between you two, to help him free himself from his pants, lowering them, alongside the boxers, and pushing to the side your panties “… you have been teasing me like a bitching whore for this entire rehearsal, brushing your ass against my cock, and singing “toooouchhh meeee” “.
And he brought the veiny head of his cock to brush against your slit, gently stopping on your clit, letting you moan softly, your eyes meeting with a breathy sigh, and meanwhile yours were submissive, as you tried to hump him, his were monstrously angry.
As his thrusts into you were, burying his cock to the hilt, meanwhile you winced trying to get yourself used to him, before he set up a strong and fast-paced rhythm.
“… I almost liked you when you were nothing more than a nerd with glasses”.
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Let me know if you want more Chet’s drabble... I am here for my soft boy!
@emmyrosee @blakewaterxx @lovelylangdonx @1-800-bitchcraft @rocketgirl2410 @ladynuwanda @rosegoldrichie @lathraios @frenchbread4ever @eternalnostalgia @bvbfob @kaetastic
#chet clancy#chet clancy reader#chet clancy x reader#chet clancy fic#chet clancy imagine#chet clancy smut#ahs 1984#ahs 1984 imagine#ahs#ahs imagine#ahs 9#american horror story#american horror story writing#kinktober
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looking for american horror story roleplays 👀
I'm 33 female writer looking for any 18+ writing partners for discord for the American Horror Story and Cody Fern fandom. I only double.
Ships I'm willing to do and for doubling up. I am looking for a Michael Langdon from AHS apocalypse to rp against my OC. Other ships I will roleplay for you.
Michael Langdon x OC
Tate Langdon x OC
Gallant x Michael
Kyle Spencer x OC
Jimmy Darling x OC
Dandy Mott x OC
Tristan Duffy x OC
The Countess x OC
Montana Duke x OC
Xavier Plympton x Montana
Xavier Plympton x OC
Kit Walker x OC
Kai Anderson x OC
Winter Anderson x OC
Madison Montgomery x OC
Madison x Zoe Benson
Tate x Violet Harmon
James Patrick March x OC
James Patrick x the Countess
Chet Clancy x OC
Michael x Mead (platonic)
Kai x Winter (platonic)
Lana Winters x OC
Cordelia Goode x OC
Misty Day x Cordelia
Misty Day x OC
Zoe x OC
Zoe x Kyle
Kyle x Madison
Madison x Michael
Hypodermic Sally x OC
Billie Dean Howard x OC
Dot Tattler x OC
Bette Tattler x OC
Venable x OC
Ally Mayfair Richards x OC
Trevor Kirchner x OC
Trevor x Montana
I love a good romance and smut/nsfw is definitely allowed (besides the platonic pairings obviously) as long as it doesnt take up more than 50-60% of the storyline!
I'm in the EST time zone. We can talk about reply length and how often to reply upon discussion. Serious inquiries only.
If interested and serious just like this or comment on this post and I'll reach out to you.
#ahs rp#ahs roleplay#ahs roleplays#american horror story#american horror story rp#american horror story roleplay#rp promo#rp ad#roleplay ad#discord rp#discord roleplay#cody fern#ahs apocalypse#ahs#evan peters#sarah paulson#michael langdon#ahs 1984#ahs murder house#ahs cult#ahs coven#murder house#tate langdon
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Let's get physical, physical. I wanna get physical. Let me hear your body talk, your body talk. Let me hear your body talk...
American Horror Story, 1984
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