#Xavier Plympton Fluff

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late night sins ~ xavier plympton;ahs 1984

word count: 5360 (the longest fic i’ve ever written!!)

request?: yes!

“Can you do a xavier plympton smut/ fluff where theres an poc reader and basically they meet at camp redwood and xavier basically flirts with the reader alot an the readers a virgin and she has like this gold cross pendant soo his friends kinda pick with the reader about her being the only virgin out of the group, and basically xavier sneaks in the girl cabin on a late night while everyone is sleeping wakes up the poc reader and takes her virginity under the covers but she has to be quiet to not alert the other camp counselors in the female cabin…”

description: in which the good christian girl decides to delve into sin after she meets her fellow hot camp counsellor

pairing: xavier plympton x poc!female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (oral; f receiving, unprotected p in v, pull out method is used but fr wrap it before you tap it kids)

masterlist (one, two, three)

The minute she stepped out of her car, she knew she was going to stick out like a sore thumb. She could see the other camp counsellors gathered around by the entrance. They were all wearing skintight, revealing clothes. One girl with messy blonde hair was passing a joint to one of the boys stood next to her. An older looking man was stood with them wearing pants so tight she could make out the outline of his...downstairs area.

The gold cross hung around her neck felt like it was burning into her skin.

She swallowed her fear and forced herself towards the others. The crunching of dirt under her tennis shoes felt like a thundering stomp as the attention was pulled towards her. The blonde looked her up and down as she blew smoke from the corner of her mouth. “Who invited the Virgin Mary?”

Two of her friends snickered while the other two - a black haired girl and a tall boy with sandy blonde hair - shuffled awkwardly at the joke. Well, the girl was awkward. The boy was silent, but he was looking at her with a look in his eye she couldn’t quite place.

“I’m, um, (Y/N),” she said, ignoring the hurtful comment. “I’m a counsellor this summer, too.”

“I guess Margaret needed someone to try and keep her goodie two shows rules in place,” the blonde said. “I’m Montana. This is Brooke, Trevor, Chet, Ray, and Xavier.”

“It’s n-nice to m-meet you,” (Y/N) said.

Trevor, the man with the tight pants and a big bulge, chuckled. “Well, isn’t she adorable. Where did Margaret find you?”

“Leave her alone,” Brooke said. “It’s nice to meet you too, (Y/N). Here, let me take you to Margaret. She’ll be able to get you acquainted here.”

Xavier watched as Brooke guided (Y/N) towards Margaret's office. Unlike the other girls, including good girl Brooke, she was completely covered in baggy clothes despite the intense heat of the summer. Which, he knew he shouldn’t have found attractive, but he did. He was so taken by her after such a short interaction.

Montana elbowed Xavier to snap him out of his train of thought. “Do not tell me you’re eyeing up the Bible humper.”

“Fuck off. I think she’s cute,” Xavier retorted, taking the joint from Ray.

“Never gonna happen, man,” Ray told him. “You’ll be lucky if you see her ankles this summer.”

“Or maybe not,” Chet added. “Most of those Christian girls are freaks. She’ll be on her knees by nightfall I’d say.”

Xavier threw the lit joint at Chet. The four remaining counsellors made noises of disapproval as the joint fizzled out on the ground. Xavier ignored them as he walked away. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but he needed to get away from his shitty friends. Sure, at one point Xavier would’ve been laughing along with them at the Christian girl’s expensive, but this Christian girl was different. To him she was, anyways.

He found himself headed towards the counsellor’s quarters, which happened to be on the way past Margaret’s office. He glanced over towards the open door as he passed and noticed (Y/N) stood with Margaret. As if feeling his gaze, (Y/N) looked over and locked eyes with him. He smiled at her, hoping it looked as friendly as he meant it to. She smiled back, shyly, and quickly looked away.

That was all he needed to be wrapped around her fingers.

~~~~~~

That night, all the counsellors were gathered in the female counsellor’s cabin. It was majorly against Margaret’s rules, but that’s why they were doing it. If they were going to be forced into being Margaret’s anti-fun police for the summer, they wanted to have one last night of debauchery. That included weed, alcohol, and, if they could get away with it, sex.

When (Y/N) walked through the door, they were already well into their night of fun. Everyone turned to look at her as she took in the scene with wide eyes. She was coming from the showers, as evident by her dripping wet hair clinging to her neck and shoulders. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a white tank top that was so thin that it was easy to make out the outline of her brown breasts against the white fabric. Xavier had to shuffle a pillow over his growing boner.

“The Virgin Mary shows skin,” Montana commented. “How scandalous.”

“What are you guys doing?” she asked.

“We’re trying to have some fun,” Montana responded. “Which won’t happen if your goodie two shoes ass goes to tell Margaret on us.”

“I won’t tell.” All eyes followed her towards her bed, the one that Xavier was sat on. She put her dirty clothes into the bag and sat next to him. “Pass me a beer.”

Her request shocked everyone. Ray grabbed a bottle from the cooler and passed it to (Y/N). “You drink beer?”

“Well...no. But I’ve drank the wine at church, so I figure that’s the same thing.”

“There’s wine in church?” Trevor asked.

(Y/N) nodded. “Communal wine. It’s supposed to be the blood of Christ.”

“You Bible humpers drink blood?” Ray asked. “You guys really are freaks!”

“No, it’s not - ” Xavier cut her off by putting a hand on her arm and shaking his head.

She sighed and opened the beer bottle. Her heart was hammering against her chest. What would her parents think if they found out she was drinking at camp? What would her pastor say? They had all been convinced that the camp was going to be a place of sin and tried to convince her not to go.

But she had spent her entire life being a good Christian girl. She followed everything her parents and priests had told her from the day she was born. This was the first time she had ever made a decision for herself. She was a young adult now. If she wanted to drink, then she could drink.

There’s always the option to pray for forgiveness once the summer ends, she reminded herself.

She brought the bottle to her lips and took a big mouthful. When she swallowed the thick liquid, she cringed and began to gag. Her fellow counsellors laughed at her reaction.

“Definitely not like wine,” she croaked.

“Here.” Brooke passed her some water. “I’ll make the beer go down easier, and it’ll wipe the taste from your mouth.”

(Y/N) accepted the water gratefully and took a sip.

The small mouthfuls of beer started working very quickly on her. By the time she had finished her first bottle of beer, (Y/N) was already feeling warm and fuzzy. She felt her body lull to the side against Xavier, who welcomed her with an arm around her shoulder, adding his bodily warmth to hers.

“Hey now, Virgin Mary, leave room for Jesus there,” Montana mocked.

“Shut the fuck up, Montana,” she retorted.

The curse was new on her tongue, but it tasted delicious as it spilled from her lips. Everyone seemed shocked and impressed by her choice of words, and she was shocked herself, but she was starting to like the feeling she was getting. Not just from the beer, but also from throwing caution to the wind and doing what most people her age did. Sure, she would likely feel some sort of guilt over the coming days about this night, but for now she felt like she was floating on cloud nine.

“You’ve never done anything like this before, have you?” Brooke asked her. “The drinking and cursing, I mean.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “Never. My parents say cursing sounds unladylike, and binge drinking is kind of viewed as a sin, especially when you’re underaged.”

“Religion sounds boring,” Chet said.

“It is,” (Y/N) admitted, shocked by the fact that she really did believe that. Her whole life she had been a devout Christian, never once questioning her faith, but no one could deny how strict her Christian parents were, or how intolerant some of her devout family members and neighbors were. She had never been around people like the other counsellors before. She never knew what kind of life she could possibly have outside of her religion.

“Are you even allowed to have boyfriends?” Montana asked. “Is that a sin, too?”

“Having a boyfriend isn’t a sin, but it is awkward to try and have any form of PDA in front of parents or other adults,” (Y/N) said. “Even holding hands is awkward.”

“So have you ever been kissed?” Brooke asked.

(Y/N) nodded. “Yeah, a couple times. It was very awkward, but so are most first kisses.”

“Have you ever had sex?” Montana asked. Suddenly, (Y/N) became shy again, which caused Montana to grin wickedly. “You haven’t, have you? You’re still a virgin!”

(Y/N) shrunk back against Xavier, who held her protectively towards him. “Knock it off, Montana.”

“What? I’m just stating a fact, and the fact is she’s a virgin. Poor thing will probably never know how good it feels to have a big dick all up inside of her.”

(Y/N)’s thighs clenched together at Montana’s words. Of course she had thought about sex before. She was in her early 20s, she had gone through the crazy hormonal stages of puberty where sex was the one thing on every teenager’s mind. But she never got to explore those urges. She had been taught her entire life that sex before marriage was the ultimate sin, and that if she tried to...relieve herself, so to speak, that she would also be condemned to Hell. But, boy, did she ever think of how badly she wanted someone to finally deflower her, if not just to make the sinful thoughts go away.

Her squirming definitely did not go unnoticed by Xavier, but he didn’t bring any attention to it. The last thing he wanted was for Montana to have more reasons to mock (Y/N).

“I wanna have sex,” she said in a soft voice. “But I want to be sure of it. I want it to be with someone I’m sure of.”

Xavier wasn’t sure if he imagined it or not, but he could’ve swore he saw her eyes flicker towards him when she said the last part.

No, there’s no way, he thought. We’ve barely had a conversation together, stop thinking so highly of yourself.

But...but what if she did?

He glanced down at her again, but her attention was drawn to whatever one of the others were saying.

Maybe I could figure this out later on tonight when everyone is gone, he thought, and the idea made him smirk to himself.

~~~~~~

The male counsellors went back to their own cabin once the night had come to an end. Xavier laid in his bed, starring at the ceiling as he waited to make sure everyone was asleep. Once the cabin was filled with soft breathing and snoring, he quickly got up and pulled on his shoes. He opened the rickety door as silently as he could, stopping to cringe when it let out a squeak anyways. When none of the others stirred, he continued on his mission.

All the girls were also sound asleep. Their cabin was nearly pitch black, with just some rays of white light shining in from the full moon.

(Y/N) was laying on her side, her hands tucked under her face as she breathed softly. Xavier couldn’t help but smile at her as he made his way towards her bed. She looked so beautiful and peaceful. Like an angel, for a lack of better words.

He knelt down next to her bed and lightly shook her. She stirred slightly, but didn’t wake up. Xavier looked over his shoulder to make sure that Brooke and Montana were definitely asleep before shaking (Y/N) a little harder. She mumbled something incoherent before her eyes slowly blinked open. When she looked at Xavier, she let out a gasp and he quickly covered her mouth to stop her from making any other noises.

“Shh!” he said. “It’s just me.”

“What are you doing here?!” she whispered. “If you get caught you’ll be in big trouble!”

“No one is going to catch me. Margaret has been dead asleep since before we had our little party,” Xavier said, a cocky grin on his face. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“It couldn’t wait until morning?”

“No, because my response to the answer might need the cover of nightfall.” She looked at him in confusion, so he continued, “Earlier, when you were talking about losing your virginity to someone you’re sure of, did you look at me?”

She stared at him blankly. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Xavier, this can wait until morning.”

She went to roll over with her back to him, but he quickly took hold of her arms and stopped her from moving.

“I’m serious, (Y/N), I need to know,” he said. “Because if you genuinely meant that, I might have to take you up on that offer.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Why? So you can brag to the others about taking the Christian girl’s virginity? I don’t think so.”

He pulled away from her, hurt by her accusation, but then realized that it was a very valid point. They barley knew each other and here he was, coming to her in the middle of the night because he thought she had inferred wanting to sleep with him. Even if he didn’t have the ill intentions that she thought he did, he clearly did not have any pure ones either.

“It’s not that at all,” he said. “I swear to you, (Y/N). I just...I’ve been very infatuated with you since we first met earlier, and that’s very unlike me because we’ve hardly talked to one another. But it’s the truth, I swear. I’m not just trying to get into your pants.”

(Y/N) rolled onto her back to look up at Xavier. Her face was unreadable, which was just making things worse. He wished she would say something, anything. Even if she just told him to fuck off, with that beautiful, innocent mouth of hers.

Okay, maybe she shouldn’t say that.

She sighed and propped herself up on her elbows. “Okay, yes I did look at you when I said that, because I would be okay with losing my virginity to you, Xavier.”

With the words officially out of her mouth, Xavier couldn’t help but pounce on her. He pressed his lips against hers, stopping whatever else was about to be sad. He got up onto the bed and positioned himself so that he was straddling her still covered body. He kissed her intensely and passionately, but not so much as to rush her or make her feel uncomfortable.

She settled into the kiss very quickly. It wasn’t the first time she had made out with someone. Again, she had been a teenager with wild hormones once. Just because she hadn’t gone all the way with anyone didn’t mean that she hadn’t at least got to second base a couple of times. Of course, she felt guilty afterwards because of her upbringing, but it always felt good in the moment. And, in this moment, it felt especially good to be kissing Xavier’s soft, plump lips like this.

But when she heard the sound of one of the girls rolling over in their beds, she quickly put a hand against his chest and pushed him back. “We can’t do this here. What if they wake up?”

“It’s so dark, they wouldn’t even know,” Xavier said. “And we’ll be quiet. Well, I will be anyways. I don’t know about you.”

She wanted to glare at him, but he quickly ducked his head down to start kissing her neck. She bit her lip to stop a moan from erupting from her mouth as she felt a tingling sensation between her legs.

She couldn’t lie, the thought of losing her virginity in her camp counsellor bunk while her other camp counsellors slept did sound very risky and naughty. It also sounded very cliché, which was what she wanted. If she was going to be giving into sin this summer, she may as well do it in the most cliché way possible.

Xavier slipped under the covers with her and continued to kiss down her body. He kissed around the exposed areas of her neck and chest, not wanting to push too far just yet by trying to get under her shirt. Even though he was trying to get into her pants, he still wanted to be a gentleman about it.

(Y/N) looked down at him as he disappeared under the blankets. She was confused at first. If he was planning to take her virginity, shouldn’t he be up here with her? Wasn’t that how sex worked?

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“I want to make sure you’re ready before we get into it,” he responded. “I want to make you feel good first. Can I take these shorts off?”

She nodded, but then realized he couldn’t see her and said, “Yes.”

He curled his fingers around the waistband of her pants and pulled them, and her panties, down in one swift movement. She raised her hips so he could pull them down as far as her ankles. Despite the blankets still covering her lower half, she felt very naked. Even if no one else could see her if they happened to look over, she knew that Xavier could see her. And right now, he was very, very close to her.

She gasped and quickly clapped a hand over her mouth when she felt something wet against her core. “What was that?!”

“My tongue.”

(Y/N) quickly covered her mouth when she felt it against her again. She had never heard of this form of sexual intimacy before. When she was in high school, her mom had warned her about all of the “impure ways” boys would try to use her, which included them wanting to stick their penises in her mouth, but no one had ever mentioned a guy doing the same thing to her. It felt dirty, but also it felt so good.

She muffled her moans with both hands as Xavier continued to lick from her clit down to her tight, untouched hole. A wetness began pooling between her legs that he lapped up as if it were the first drink of water he had in weeks. Her body shuddered with pleasure every time his tongue connected with her. It was better than she ever could’ve imagined, and that just made her even more excited for the actual sex.

Something began to build in her stomach. A feeling she had never felt before. It felt like someone was inside of her, pushing something down from her stomach to get it out of her. She tried to tap Xavier to tell him, but she was afraid to lift her hand from her mouth in case she made a loud noise and woke the others.

“I can feel that you’re tightening up,” he said. “That means you’re getting close. Lean into it, beautiful. Let it happen. Cum all over my mouth.”

It was enough to send her toppling over the edge. She pressed her hands against her mouth as hard as she could as a scream of pleasure ripped from her lips. Xavier’s fingertips dug into her hips as he held her to him, taking in every bit of her juices that he could. He knew it was her first time having an orgasm, but he didn’t expect for her to become so wet and to finish so quickly just from his tongue. His dick twitched with excitement at the thought of being inside of her.

With one last kiss to her clit, Xavier began kissing up her stomach, lifting her shirt slightly as he left messy, wet marks over her belly, her chest, her neck, and finally getting to her face. Through the white moonlight, (Y/N) could see a glisten on his mouth and chin. Between her legs throbbed as she realized that was her slick on him.

He gently moved his hands away from her mouth so he could kiss her. The taste of his lips were much different, and she knew that was because that was the taste of her on him. It was all just so hot that she almost couldn’t believe any of this was happening. She was sure she was dreaming it all, that she’d wake up in this bed alone and unsatisfied.

Xavier reached under the covers to start pulling down his own pants, but hesitated a moment. He pulled away from the kiss, (Y/N) trying to follow him with her own lips.

“Wait,” he said. “Before we go all the way, I have to check in one last time. Are you okay with this, (Y/N)?”

She nodded frantically. “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, please Xavier. Please.”

“Okay, but if you want to stop at all you tell me, okay? I know I just warmed you up, but it is going to hurt at first either way. If it’s too much, we stop. Okay?”

“Okay,” she said.

He sat up and pulled his pants down around his knees. His dick sprang free from its confides, standing painfully at attention in the moonlight. (Y/N) looked at it with wide eyes. She wasn’t sure what to expect from the first penis she’d see, but it was certainly a big one. She wondered how it would even fit inside of her.

Xavier placed his hands under her thighs and pulled them up so they were wrapped around his hips. The ran the head of his dick through the slick that was still left over from him having been between her legs. She whimpered at the feeling, quickly putting a hand over her mouth again. Both of them glanced over to make sure Brooke and Montana were still peacefully sleeping.

“I’m going to put it in now,” Xavier told her. “I’ll do it very slowly, okay?”

She nodded. He thrust his hips forwards a little, pushing just the tip of his cock into her. He hissed at the tight feeling around his already sensitive tip. He wasn’t sure how he’d ever last when she was already gripping him so tightly and he barely had the head of his dick inside of her.

(Y/N) gasped into her hand at the feeling. Xavier pushed until his head was completely inside of her, stretching her out. The stretch was definitely a painful, burning feeling. It was like her body knew he wasn’t supposed to be in there and wanted him out, but she wanted him in there. She had fantasized about this since the first time she had ever laid her eyes on Xavier - a time she knew he had definitely forgotten.

He lick his thumb and lowered it between them, pressing it against her clit and gently rubbing circles into the bundle of nerves. (Y/N) whimpered at the gesture.

“This should help make it feel better,” he told her. “Just until I can get all the way inside of you, okay?”

She nodded again. At this point, talking was definitely not happening. Any noise that were to come out of her mouth would just be a moan or a whimper of pleasure, and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep the volume down without her hands over her mouth.

Xavier continued to push inside of her while gently rubbing circles into her clit. He looked between them and watched as his dick disappeared into her. His bottom lip was pulled between his teeth, trying to stop any sounds that might come out unintentionally. It felt so good inside of her that he already did not want the this to end. He just wanted to stay inside of her forever, feel her warm walls gripping around him, look at her beautiful face as it contorted in pure ecstasy.

When he was buried all the way inside of her, he leaned down and took her hand from her mouth so he could kiss her. He continued to rub her clit, but he kept himself deep inside of her so she could get used to his size. She moaned into the kiss, her body inadvertently jerking from the pleasure she was feeling. The motion caused Xavier’s hips to move forward to fill her again. It was just a slight movement, but it was enough that it drove Xavier wild.

“Do that again,” she whispered against his lips.

“What?”

“The way you moved your hips. Do it again, please. It felt really good.”

He smiled down at her and gently grinded his hips against hers. Her mouth hung open, but no sounds were coming now. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and that was all Xavier needed to tell him he was doing a good job.

He took his hand from between her legs so he could fully press himself against her. He captured her lips with his again and continued to gently thrust into her. The slow sensation was enough to make his orgasm build at a quicker rate than he would’ve liked, but he knew he wasn’t going to finish until she did. He wanted to feel her cum around him at least once before he would let himself finish.

Luckily, he could feel that familiar tightening feeling; where her walls started grasping at him tighter than before and he could feel her stomach tensing beneath him.

“Remember what I said earlier,” he whispered. “Just let it happen. Let me feel you cum all over this dick.”

She nodded, soft whimpers coming from her mouth. It wasn’t too long afterwards that he felt her clenching around him so tightly that he was sure she was going to rip his dick off just with her pussy. He kissed her hard, muffling her cries of pleasure. His hips were stilled as he let her ride out her climax, knowing that if he were to move anymore he’d definitely cum, too, and he wasn’t going to cum inside of her. That was too dangerous. He didn’t want to be responsible for any sort of backlash from her parents once she got home from camp, even if that ship had already sailed.

When the feeling of her quivering became too much, Xavier quickly pulled out of her and sat up on his knees again. He pushed her tank top up just enough to expose her belly and the underside of her boobs. It only took a few pumps of his hand, slick from her juices over his dick, before he was exploding over her stomach. He threw his head back, letting out a quiet groan.

They both were still, panting to catch their breaths. Xavier looked down at (Y/N), now covered in his seat, and he felt his dick twitch again. If he could take a picture of this moment, he would. And he would’ve stuck it in his wallet so he could look at it all the damn time.

He reached for her discarded towel from earlier that night and wiped her off. She hissed when he wiped between her legs, and he mumbled as soft, “Sorry.”

They both pulled their pants back up and got themselves straightened away before Xavier laid down next to her. He figured he could spare a few moments just to cuddle up close to her before he would have to run back to his cabin and his bed to try and get some sleep. (Y/N) rolled into his chest, taking in his warmth and the scent of him that was quickly becoming her favorite scent; the smell of his hair paste and the sweet cologne he wore. She wished she could combine them together into a perfume that she would wear for the rest of her life.

It was silent for some time except for the soft breathing of her bunkmates and the occasional snore that came from Brooke. Once her head had finally stopped feeling lightheaded, (Y/N) decided it was time to confess to Xavier.

“I’ve seen you before, you know.”

He moved so he could look down at her. “What?”

“I was in one of your aerobics classes,” she said. “Not very long ago, maybe a few months ago? One of my friends signed us up because she heard it was a good way to stay in shape.”

“I...I feel so bad to say that I don’t...remember,” Xavier said. He was sure he would’ve remembered seeing this beautiful specimen in one of his classes. He saw so many faces every day, but he always remembered the prettiest ones, and (Y/N) was definitely a face to remember.

“I wasn’t in it long enough to be remembered,” she admitted. “We walked in, and I saw you and...well...I started feeling...impure things when I saw you in your tight suit doing all those hip movements and stuff. You were in the middle of another class so we had to wait. Unfortunately, we didn’t get to start our class because my friend’s parents walked in to bring her something she had forgotten and saw the way everyone was dressed and how they were all moving. They were appalled. They dragged us out and brought us home. Told my parents, who grounded me for a week because of it. They claimed that we were trying to behind their backs, but I truly had no idea what I was in for when I agreed to go.”

Xavier cringed. He felt terrible hearing the way (Y/N) must’ve lived her entire life. Having to be afraid of mistakenly doing something “impure” or “sinful” and getting punished for it, even if the “sinful” things were just basic things that happen in life. He wished he could’ve taken away all those bad times from her memory and replace them with good ones; memories where (Y/N) could just be a normal person and not have to worry about God’s wrath or whatever they said in churches.

“That’s why I glanced at you when we were talking about sex,” (Y/N) continued. “Because...because I had fantasies about this very situation happening since the day I first saw you.”

Xavier couldn’t help but smirk proudly at that. “And did the actual thing live up to your expectations?”

She giggled. “Majorly.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that.”

There was another moment of silence before Xavier added, “It doesn’t have to be a one time thing, though.”

(Y/N) turned to rest her chin on his chest. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...maybe, once the summer ends, we could go on some proper dates. Maybe...actually be a couple?”

(Y/N)’s eyes twinkled in the moonlight as she looked at him. He smiled at how beautiful she was, and at how lucky he was to be the one she was looking at.

“Really?” she asked.

“Only if you want to,” he responded.

Her reply was by attacking his face with kisses. He chuckled as she left not one inch of his face unkissed, ending with her lips against his.

“That’s a yes, by the way,” she said.

“I could tell,” he said. “I should go before I get in trouble for being here.”

“I guess you should.”

He didn’t move to leave right away. He continued to gaze into her eyes for a moment longer, before kissing her one last time and getting up from her bed. He couldn’t help but looking back at her as he made his way towards the door. She was still smiling at him as he finally allowed the door to swing shut behind him, obstructing his view of her.

He couldn’t help but stand outside the door for a moment, letting out a long, happy sigh, before making his way back to the boy’s cabin.

I’ve never written poc!reader before so I hope this is okay! I usually don’t describe anything with my general x reader fics because I want them to be inclusive for everyone, but I don’t mind writing specific ones like this when asked!

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🕷️ • 🕸️ • 🪦 • finally | x sibling!reader

⋆♱ Xavier Plympton ♱⋆

🕷️ • i cared too much that it killed me | x gn!reader

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🕷️ • 🕸️ • saving you from the pale people | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Harry Gardner ♱⋆

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⋆♱ Valiant Thor ♱⋆

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Have You: what about an imagine with Michael Langdon actually joining Cordelia when she asks him to do so ? (after she burned Miriam) He is then reunited with the girl he loved that is a witch. (They had to split up bc they were absolute opposite, it was painful bc they loved each other but they couldn't go on that way) He arrives at the coven, she sees him, lots of fluff, maybe a little crying and cuddling? If you need help with the storyline bc you haven't seen this season I can help !

His Birthday: It’s Michael’s birthday and you knew you needed something special to gift to him.

Pet: When Michal realized just how busy he will be when achieving his destiny and bringing the Apocalypse and to create a new world after, he decided you needed something or someone to keep you company. Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

True Happiness: Michael knows that his son is just like him, so when he grows up during the night, Michael is very interested to see his wife’s reaction.

Unusual Relationship (w/ Xavier Plympton): What would you do if two of the most gorgeous men want to date you?

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what it would be like if you and xavier had a crush on each other

i LOVE xavier okay. he is 100% my comfort character. so i thought i would make this headcanon <3 hope someone out there enjoys! also i absolutely hate the word crush i dunno why it makes me feel so childish to use it LMAO. (also 2 headcanons in one day??? oops)

okay, you would notice xavier first at the aerobics studio and would end up signing up for his class as a way to get to know him. lucky for you, you also caught his eye.

he would 100% stare and check you out during his class. you’d catch him doing it (and he would also catch you doing the same).

if you played hard to get, he would definitely become almost desperate to get your attention. his friends would also totally make fun of him for this. if you didn’t play hard to get, you two would probably flirt a ton and all of his friends would make jokes about how the two of you should “fuck already” to break the sexual tension.

once the two of you formed a small friendship, he would start to invite you out with him and his friends. you’d decline the first few times but eventually you would give in.

you’d get along well with his friends, which would make him more attracted to you. after hanging out with him and his friends a few times, you’d start to have more than just a physical attraction to xavier.

sometimes he’d drive you home after a hangout once you got more comfortable with him.

you two would show each other a different side of yourselves. you and xavier would occasionally show the other a more vulnerable side or just a side you never showed anyone else—xavier especially, he was more comfortable being his true self with you than anyone else.

i feel like he’d definitely try to show off for you during his aerobic classes i dunno i just get that vibe. like even when y’all did become friends, he would still show off.

xavier is also upfront about things so eventually he would probably flat out admit to having a crush on you after flirting with you for a little while and noticing that you flirt back. he’d ask you out afterwards and, obviously, you would say yes.

basically it would be a lot of mutual pining and sexual tension until xavier would finally speak up because you’re too shy to. then y’all would be a power couple idc.

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Quarantine christmas

Xavier Plympton x reader (platonic)

Summary: Your roommate tries to cheer you up after you realize you can’t go home for the holidays.

Prompts:  3. "Will you make a gingerbread house with me?"

A/N: I think this is my first friendship request so I’m really excited! Thanks anon! Also this is like modern day AU i guess.

Warnings:

“I’m sorry mom, it really is for your safety, I wouldn’t want dad getting sick because of me.”

“It’s alright sweetheart, we understand.” Your mother gave you a compassionate smile that warmed your heart. “I have to go now, I think Barry is burning the cookies, but we’ll facetime tomorrow, alright? I love you.”

“Love you too.” You closed your laptop with a deep sigh, cursing whatever had brought this stupid virus to this planet.

College was great, you truly loved it, but the fact that it was so far away from home already made your heartache, so you went back every holiday, occasionally even driving there for the weekend, or at least you used to before things got weird.

“You ok there?” A face popped up on your doorframe. It was your roommate, Xavier, who had become a close friend and confident of yours after two years living together. He knew how much you cared about your family and worried about you spending christmas eve without them for what was probably the first time in your life.

“Not really.” You pouted. “I’ve never been alone for christmas before.”

“Except you’re not, I’m right here!” He plopped himself on the bed, resting his head on your legs.

“I thought you were going to LA with your friends.”

“Oh hell no, I can’t catch that shit, I’ve heard it irritates your nose and I won’t let that happen to my beautiful face.” He frowned in horror and you giggled. “Now, what can I do to make you feel better?”

“Well... There’s this family tradition.” You smiled, remembering the many times you shared it with your parents and siblings. "Will you make a gingerbread house with me?"

Xavier was more than willing to do so, the problem? He had no idea how to make one.

“My mom used to buy those that were already built, so I don’t really know where to put all of these.” He gestured towards the many pieces of the house.

“It’s really not that hard, you just have to follow the instructions on the box and get this on every side so it stays together.” You handed him a pastry bag filled with butter cream but he gave you a wary look. “Fine. How about I start with the walls and then you can decorate?”

“Oh yes please.” He smiled softly, eating one of the gummies.

It was a hard job to try to make an even structure with Xavier trying to steal bits of the chimney every once in a while, but you managed to do it and now you were sitting on a kitchen stalls with your eyes closed, waiting for your friend to finish his “amazing decor” as he had put it.

“Alright, are you ready?” You heard his excited voice. “Open up!”

You removed your hands from your eyes and you nearly chuckled at the sight. There were only three gummies left on the roof (the rest had fallen out or ended up in Xavier’s stomach) and the buttercream was dripping at the sides, but it was lovely nonetheless, it truly made you feel so much better.

“It’s gorgeous, Xavier, thank you so much for helping me with this.”

“Right? If I were a gingerbread house I’d probably be this one, it’s just as fabulous as me.” He bragged, genuinely proud of his messy work.

You smiled too as you stood up and hugged him tightly, taking him by surprise.

“Is it midnight already?” He joked.

“I think it is.” You answered without letting go. “Merry Christmas, Xavier.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

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Haunted (Happy Halloween!)

pairing: Xavier Plympton x Reader

word count: 3,133

warnings/notes: modern time, language, haunted house shenanigans, lots of scares and fluff

Halloween Night

You clenched the passenger door of Xavier's van as he pulled into the gravel parking lot of one of the scariest haunted houses in California. The sky was darkening as the forest around you became more ominous. You heard the excited giggles of Brooke Thompson and Montana Duke in the back as Chet Clancy and Ray Powell spoke of how "unscared they were."

You thoroughly enjoyed October and the Halloween festivities. However, you always avoided haunted houses of any kind. You felt great anxiety at the thought of being scared, and the last one you went to left a wrong impression on your ten-year-old brain. You were only convinced to come tonight because of your friends. You thought being with them would help ease your stress, and the boys had a sense of humor that could make you forget your troubles for the night. 

You were almost frozen as the doors swung open, and your friends piled out, the crisp air ruffling your hair as Xavier walked around to your side, opening the door for you. He could see the tension in your shoulders the entire ride from your shared apartment. 

"Babe, you good?" he asked, placing a hand on your leg. 

"I'm nervous," you admitted, unbuckling your seatbelt with shaky hands. Xavier helped you out, wrapping an arm around you as he shut the door. "I'd rather be at home."

"We'll keep you safe, y/n!" Ray said, nudging Chet in the bicep. "I'd say we're scarier than anything you'll find in there." he stuck a thumb towards the entrance of the forest, where people were all but running to get in line for tickets. 

Montana and Brooke let out a belly laugh, pointing out Ray's lanky figure compared to Chet's buff physique. Even Xavier smirked, pressing a kiss to your head as you follow your friends to hell on Earth. 

As you waited in line, you focused on the music playing through a speaker. It was a nice but temporary distraction to your pounding heart. You were humming Monster Mash, as Chet talked about the year before someone had a heart attack and died in the forest.

"Nobody died!" Brooke said, reaching up to smack the back of his thick head. You swallowed, leaning against Xavier, who was mumbling to himself. 

"It's true," a girl in front of you turned around, her eyes sparkling with interest. "I was here. It was some older guy, they jumped out and scared him and he went right down." her friends behind her were nodding in agreement. 

"Thank you!" Montana said her tone flat as the girl turned around, happy with her input into the story. Montana sidled to your opposite side, meeting Xavier's eyes over your head. "I wouldn't listen to her, y/n, it's not that scary in there."

You winced as a shrill scream coming from the forest interrupted Montana, before the sounds of roaring laughter filled the air as a girl and her friends came running out, screaming at the top of their lungs. Masked characters came running out, waving their bloody weapons, and shouted after them. 

"Lord strike me down." you said to whoever was listening. Xavier hugged you tighter as you progressed in line. For the next twenty minutes, you focused on the Halloween playlist, and Xavier asking you if you were okay every few minutes. 

The closer you got to the front, the more distractions that came along. You were eventually talking and laughing with your group as the boys tried to decide who was man enough to go first. 

When it was your turn to pay, you had to sign a waiver. Your hands shook as you scrawled your name, and you were given wristbands. You glanced at the names of all three attractions, apparently tame to scariest.

 "Let's go!" Ray cheered, running to the first one. The Hayride. The line was small, and you guys were definitely on the next ride. Montana and Brooke were holding onto you, both admitting they were a little nervous. Xavier was arguing with the boys over why he can't go first in the mazes; he was protecting you. You smiled, thinking maybe it would be okay after all.

It wasn't long before the line grew, and the tractor pulling two trailers arrived. You took a deep breath as they starting boarding. 

The boys told you to pick a spot in the first trailer, and you settled in the middle. You sat between Brooke and Xavier as everyone found a place. You glanced behind you through the caged trailer, seeing characters walking around and throwing themselves at people. Someone dropped their drink and took off in the other direction. 

You felt the engine start and multiple people around you cheered. Ray was hooting, and Chet was clapping. You laughed when Ray said, "that was the whitest shit ever."

You listened as an automated voice came over the speaker, spouting basic safety rules, and to exit the vehicle only due to emergencies or when it came to a stop at the forest. You held your breath as the driver pulled onto the dirt track, soon encasing the trailer in darkness as people giggled and cheered.

"This is kind of exciting..." you said to Xavier, who allowed you to lean into him. 

"I say that now, at least." you smiled as Xavier laughed. 

"You'll be fine, I promise." he said before you both yelled in fright as someone ran up to the ride and beat on the metal cage. Brooke was on Montana's lap as the guy ran down the wagon, scaring others and yelling like a maniac. 

You felt the adrenaline as more people came out, climbing onto the ride and overall scaring the shit out of everyone. You found yourself laughing and screaming with your friends and having a great time. You almost peed yourself at the sight of Chet sitting on Ray's lap, screaming bloody murder as a lunatic tried grabbing at them from the outside. 

You had to admit some of the scenes they set up were pretty gnarly, making you and Brooke gag as Xavier and the boys gawked at the fake gore. Other times you rolled your eyes at the cheesy parts. Before you knew it, the ride was over, and there was the entrance to the Fear Forest, where you had to wander around the dimly lit grounds to find your way out. 

You felt the adrenaline wear off as you followed the guys out, holding tightly to Xavier's hands as people all but ran to get in line. The girls followed behind, talking about the guy pretending to cut a woman's legs off on a dirty medical table. 

You had a few groups ahead, so you took the time to hold on tightly to Xavier as he talked about being hungry. You listened to him speak about these nachos he had the year before, and you felt your belly growl in response.

 "You're smiling," he commented, smiling down at you. "Are you feeling better, I take it?" 

"Well the first time was alright," you said, "I'm not sure about..." you swallowed, looking into the dark forest. You heard screaming and the sound of fake chainsaws. "That."

"They're not going to split us up this time right?" Chet asked loudly. You froze, gripping Xavier tighter until he was begging for you to ease your grip. 

"They better not!" Montana and Brooke said simultaneously. You could tell they were scared too, even Montana, who was hardly scared of anything. "It looks like we don't have to use flashlights at least."

The only group separating you from the forest was given permission to go. You held onto Xavier tightly as Ray and Chet bounced in place, still arguing on why the other has the right to be the lead. The only employee around was chomping on gum and playing on their phone, their earpiece blinking blue every other second. 

"I'm going to vomit." you told Xavier.

"It's going to be fine, babe," Xavier mumbled under his breath. "Trust me. I almost peed myself going in here the first time. It's normal anxiety." 

You nodded, squeezing his hand, "You're right. Just normal anxiety..."

The kid at the podium set down his phone and said, "You're good to pass. Don't get lost, now."

Your feet were frozen as you followed after the guys, Montana and Brooke, pushing up next to you and Xavier as you took the first steps into the woods. The lightning was low but well enough to light the way. There were strobe lights in the distance, and you could still see other groups along the way. You weren't entirely alone.

The first few minutes were just walking with a few props and animatronics barking things at you. You noticed people lurking in the bushes and trees dressed as famous slashers. 

You managed to keep your footing, but Ray, in his nervous-excitement tripped over a branch and fell forward, yelping as Chet was laughing too hard to help him up. Brooke ran to his aid, trying to hide her own giggles.

"Are you sure you don't wanna walk with me?" Ray wiggled his eyebrows at her. 

"Hell no, I'm not going first." she released him, going back to Montana, who nodded in agreement and linked their arms together. 

Things quickly became scary as actors came every few steps, screaming at you for help or threatening to chop you up. You slowly felt the adrenaline creeping back up, but the dark forest still flared your anxiety Xavier shielded you for the most part, but even he got scared and tried to run away. 

"Holy!" Ray yelled, running into Chet, who was right beside him. "You go first, man! You're the tough guy!" He shoved Chet ahead before running to the back with Brooke and Montana.

"Fuck!" Chet said, puffing out his chest. "Fuck you, Ray." he said, attempting to look tough, but his voice crack said otherwise. "You guys have my back, right?" he asked you and Xavier.

You had to giggle, "Yes." you and Xavier answered.

"Thank God..." he said before continuing the trek down the forest. 

Now that you were practically in front, you realized it wasn't hard to see who was lurking in the shadows. Of course, you still screeched like a banshee and tried to run when someone got too close. The scenes they had set up were gorier than before, and you were more disturbed than scared when you finally reached the exit. 

"Victory!" Ray called from behind as you all piled into a clearing with food vendors and people chilling out. You heard Xavier mumble something to Chet, causing them to both laugh loudly. 

"That wasn't bad at all..." Brooke said, still holding Montana as if they were conjoined twins. 

"Exactly..." Montana said, "Anyone want food?..." 

"Yes." you all answered in unison. 

You breathed a sigh of relief, two attractions down, one to go.

You waited in line while the others went their separate ways. 

"I thought it would be worse." you admitted, "I feel a little ridiculous now." 

"You're doing great, babe." Xavier said, grinning as you observed the menu. "No signs of a heart attack." 

Xavier shook his head, "No, it was kind of cute." He said, and you nudged him to move forward. "You know you didn't have to come. They would have lived."

You shrugged, "I wasn't going to come. But I've been avoiding them since I was a kid. I'm happy I came though, its been fun watching you get scared."

Brooke and Ray were already seated with food, and you sat with them. Ray was proud of himself despite chickening out and leaving Chet alone. Brooke was teasing him when the other two joined you, and you spent a good hour or so eating and relaxing.

Xavier mocked your laugh before it was your time to order. You got the exact thing and pouted when he paid for everything. He smirked all the way back to the picnic tables as your mouth watered.

"Are we ready to tackle the last one?" Chet asked after a while. The gang all shared looks before ultimately settling on you.

With food in your belly and a surge of confidence, you nodded. "Let's do it."

The final maze was an old asylum, and the outside looked creepy as hell. You got in line, staring up at the dark windows and waiting for the devil himself to appear in one of them.

"This is going to be gnarly," Chet said to Ray, who looked sick. "Too bad we ate right before."

You tried to ignore him, standing next to the girls as Xavier joined the boys, taunting them about who is going to chicken out first. Brooke and Montana both linked their arms with yours, and you quietly asked them if Chet was right.

"I'm pretty sure they used real limbs last year." Montana mumbled to you. 

"That's not very reassuring..." you moaned.

"I think I saw real blood!" Brooke whispered. 

"That doesn't help either!" you hissed.

The girls apologized as the line moved forward. It was the longest wait of all the attractions, and time seemed to drag on. You listened to the Halloween theme in the background and thought of being cozy on your couch, eating popcorn, and watching horror movies on television with Xavier. 

After the hour-long wait passed, you and your friends were told to enter the Asylum. The boys went right inside, and you and the girls were dragging your feet as people behind you laughed and egged you to go inside. 

The first hallway was completely dark, with only foot lamps. The guys were waiting, teasing the three of you as Xavier took your hand, pulling you close to him. 

"Eat shit!" Montana said, smacking Chet on the back of the head. 

"Ouch!" he yelled, hooking an arm around her shoulders. "Let's go, Montana!" he said, leading her to the front as she protested. "Let's get this show on the road!" 

You followed them into the darkened hallways, seeing more props and set up scenes of treatments gone wrong and patients hurting themselves in some form or another. Xavier wrinkled his nose quite a bit, whispering to you if you thought that severed arm was real. 

"SHIT!" Brooke and Montana squealed and ran for it as a man with a chainsaw, and a bloody pig mask flung himself from the shadows, and you and Xavier yelled and attempted to pull each other in opposite directions.

"THERE'S A FORK IN THE ROAD!" You heard Ray call around the corner. You and Xavier stopped behind the girls, looking as there were now two possible routes.

“Oh fuck," you said.

"Which way do we go?" Brooke asked.

"One thing is for sure. We're not splitting up!" Ray said. "I think we should let y/n decide."

Your eyes widened as they nodded in agreement, "why me!?"

"We trust your judgement," Montana said. "Hurry, they're going to force us to move along."

You shook your head, using your gut to quickly chose the left. The boys immediately walked down the aisle, and you followed, hoping whatever you decided wasn't going to send you to the Asylum yourself.

There were many strobe lights once you turned a few corners, and you and the gang were stumbling around as it was tough to see. You heard Montana curse every time someone stomped on her foot, and Brooke exclaiming she found an exit only to listen to her hit a wall.

"GREAT CHOICE, Y/N!" Ray yelled as if the lights made him deaf. "GO LEFT, SHE SAID."

"DON'T BLAME ME!" you said, accidentally grabbing Xavier's hood and unintentionally choking him. "YOU GUYS SAID TO PICK SO I DID!"

"Babe, I think I found an exit!" Xavier said excitedly, and you managed to open your eyes to see he was right.

"Guys, this way!" You called your friends, following Xavier out into the darkness. Your eyes were throbbing from the intensity of the strobe lights. You moved out of the way as your friends piled behind you, complaining about their eyes and asking if they were just abducted by aliens. 

"It smells terrible in here!" you heard Montana complain, and you covered your nose as a wretched smell started wafting over you. 

"I'd imagine this was what death smells like," Xavier said, wrinkling his nose. "I'm getting out of here."

You followed after him, seeing just blank walls and minimal lighting. You didn't think this attraction was that scary as the others and wondered if this were the end. You soon approached another fork in the road, except there were people in line on either side. 

"I don't remember this part..." Chet said as you guys came to a stop.

"It must be new." Ray said frowning. The line was moving decently fast, and you couldn't fathom what was about to happen. 

You watched as Xavier was gestured to walk forward, and he glanced back at you guys before disappearing. 

"I don't like this..." you gulped, knowing you were next.

Someone dressed in a plague costume peeked around the corner and gestured for you to come forward. You did slowly, feeling your heart racing while you followed the hooded figure down the hall before he opened a door and gestured for you to go forward. When you did, he slammed the door.

You seemed to be alone, and you stared down the halls with lightly lit red walls. You wondered if you just had to finish the trek alone. You could do this, you thought to yourself as you took slow steps ahead. You didn't want to see any dark hallways again for the rest of your life. 

After the first corner, you screamed so much your voice was hoarse. People were waiting on every corner, in every crevice, and they were after you to the point you started running, trying to get away. Every once in a while, you smelled something rotten, and you regretted eating those nachos.

You had no idea how many corners you turned and slashers you dodged before you finally reached the end. You almost cried when you felt the cold Fall breeze ruffle your hair. You ran down the small walkway to the clearing where you saw Xavier sitting on a bench. He jumped up at the sight of you, and you crashed into him, almost crying in relief; you had an adrenaline rush.

"That was horrible!" you gasped into his chest. "They were chasing me!'

"I got chased too," Xavier said, patting down your hair. "That was definitely new this year."

You glanced back at the haunted Asylum with a satisfied grin, knowing you'd probably come back next year. 

It wasn't that bad. 

[syven-siren]

Summer Fun

Summary: Xavier and the reader spend some time in the sun. (Xavier Plympton x GenderNeutral!Reader)

Requested by anon: “can u write some fluffy xavier plympton and the reader as ghosts 2gether in redwood pls”

With your arms out towards the sky, you stretch, feeling the tension of standing too long in one spot slowly dissipating. When Xavier told you to meet him on the dock, you hadn’t thought much of it but after several minutes of waiting, you ponder if you should just find something else to do.

‘He probably just wants to spend time tanning.’ You think to yourself. And so you wait. Too enthralled by the small fish peeking above the surface of the lake, you ignore the frantic creaking of the wooden dock boards that grows louder.

It’s only when a pair of arms wind around your torso, lifting you off your feet that you scream helplessly. Your capture’s chuckles rumble within his chest as you secure your arms around his neck. Never losing speed, he propels off the dock, catapulting you both into the cerulean waters.

The shock of the cold water rushing around your body stuns you until you feel the urgent need to breathe. Breaking through the surface, you gasp for breath, sucking in much-needed oxygen. The glare you throw at Xavier is overshadowed by the amount of wet tangled hair that covers your face.

��Come on, (Y/N),” Xavier pouts, wading after you to the shallower waters of the lake, “You know it was funny.”

“Oh, really? Funny? Trying to drown me is funny, huh?”

“I mean if we could die again, then maybe not buuuut....we can’t so you’re fine.” He laughs again.

You turn quickly, swinging your hand and splashing water in his face. Spurting, he flails around trying to get out of range from your attack. Thinking you’ve shown him up, you move to find more solid ground under your feet. Xavier isn't having it. He grips your hips, yanking you close to him.

“(Y/N/N), you thought I was gonna let you get away that easily?” Your body molds into his, your chests pressing together.

“It was worth a try, wasn't it?” You jest, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your fingers tangle in his hair. If he wasn't so preoccupied with your lips on his, you know he would be chastising you for messing with his perfectly bleached locks. The thought makes you giggle, causing him to end the kiss and question you. Rather than answer, you peck his nose.

“You’re looking rather cute today,” He comments, nipping at your sun-kissed shoulder.

“So are you, X.”

“I look cute every day, babe.”

“You’re so vain,” You whisper jokingly.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” Your quiet hum turns into a squeak when he locks you in his arms, pulling you back out towards the middle of the lake.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that comment.”

“Don’t! Stop!” Your struggling is weak considering your laughing hysterically while attempting to escape. Seconds later, you're hoisted in the air and thrown from his arms. His boisterous laughter is all you hear before you go under. He might be a bit flamboyant but it’s always a fun time when he’s around.

A/N: ...it’s so shitty. You know it’s shitty. I know it’s shitty. Let’s just act like it never happened. K? K.

[storiesforallfandoms]

Can you do a xavier plympton smut/ fluff where theres an poc reader and basically they meet at camp redwood and xavier basically flirts with the reader alot an the readers a virgin and she has like this gold cross pendant soo his friends kinda pick with the reader about her being the only virgin out of the group, and basically xavier sneaks in the girl cabin on a late night while everyone is sleeping wakes up the poc reader and takes her virginity under the covers but she has to be quiet to not alert the other camp counselors in the female cabin…

Done! I hope you like it! (It's very long I'm not sorry)

[horrorstoryfanfics]

Summer To Remember: Part Two

Xavier is so sweet and I feel like he just cares a lot about the people around him. Like especially when he was defending Brooke at the campfire. I feel like he would instantly feel the need to care for you too. 

Okay I’m sorry he makes me soft. 

Warnings: Drug use, swearing, mentions of death, the normal AHS warnings. 

Part One 

We started at the lake, stopping right in front of the docks. Mom droning on about the rules and what we had, stopping lastly on how drowning was the main cause of death. I was completely uninterested until a certain voice chimed in.

"What's second?" He challenged, eyeing my mother.

She didn't say anything as she scolded him with her eyes.

"People." I teased back with a smirk. His lips twisted up as he raised his eyebrows to me, looking back at his friends.

I didn't see the way Mom scoffed as she walked away, but it was only a matter of time until she realized I had the hots for the new counselor.

We all made our way down the path and over to the Dining Hall. Bertie was unloading food and supplies out of the back of a truck.

"And this is Chef Bertie, a Camp Redwood veteran." Mom said proudly.

Bertie smiled as she took the cigarette from her lips.

Xavier casually leaned against the truck. "Dibs," he joked motioning to her and looking over at Ray as he laughed.

Bertie looked over at him laughing slightly, "You wouldn't know what to do with it if you got it, handsome."

Ray, Chet and I started laughing as Xavier was completely taken aback. The shock written on his chiseled features.

"Put those scrawny arms to work and help the lady fill her pantry." She shoved a box into his arms. He took it without a word. "All of you, grab a crate." She rested on the back of the truck and finished her cigarette as we all went to work helping unload the back of the truck.

Ray was still laughing to himself, Xavier bumped him with his crate. "It's not that funny." He sneered.

"Actually it was," I interjected, walking past both of the boys and putting the crate down, bending flirtatiously. "It's what you get for calling dibs on the wrong girl." I winked and brushed my hands off while I walked back out to grab another.

Both boys almost dropped their crates along with their jaws. Xavier's mind was racing but he wasn't quick enough to come up with something else to say.

"Chef Bertie worked here when I was a counselor," My mother said as she stood and supervised us, of course not lifting a finger. "We are so blessed to have her with us."

"I have many good memories of this place," Bertie chimed in, "It's magic up here in the fresh air." She took another hit, "I'm sorry that one bad apple ruined it for everyone."

Everyone stopped and gathered around once again. They clearly tensed up at the slight mention of what happened here.

"The minute I heard Margaret was reopening this place, I was first to volunteer." She raised her hand lightly, then looked over at me, "Well second."

I rolled my eyes, "Hey I had too, what kind of daughter would I be if I didn't." I shrugged.

"A pretty shitty one," Xavier joked behind me, "But lucky me you aren't."

I turned around quickly almost nose to nose with him, smiling. "You aren't lucky yet." I gently pushed his sunglasses back up his nose with my finger.

"Okay!" My Mom clapped, "Let's continue our tour."

I smiled at him once again before following her over to the showers.

"Girls shower in the a.m.,boys in the p.m. Same goes for counselors too." She didn't look back as she walked through and waited for us outside.

Xavier turned over to me feigning a fake look of disappointment,"Guess I won't be able to help you rinse and repeat babe."

"I didn't take you for someone who follows rules, what a pitty." I pouted teasingly as I crossed my arms.  

He pushed his tongue in his cheek before he laughed lightly, shaking his head.

Everyone was clearly disappointed as they looked through the barren wooden outdoor room. There was no ceiling and not even any stalls. We walked through quickly and eventually made it back to the girls cabin and then the boys.

"Girls are red, boys are blue. Don't even try to make purple." She stated as we made our way back out.

I rolled my eyes, feeling another sexual spiel coming on.

"You expect us to be celibate all summer?" Chet asked, not really believing that she was serious.

"Well I'm not banning self-abuse. Although every stroke soils your soul." She said in disgust. "But how could I ever enforce it?" She threw her hands up in defeat.

"It's 1984, Margaret. They're building coed showers in the West Hollywood gym. You ever hear of the sexual revolution?" He looked over to me momentarily, "Sex won." He said matter of factly as him and Ray fist bumped.

"I am aware of the decadence of our era. Women's underwear that shows the buttocks."

"Here we go." I mumbled, crossing my arms and throwing my head back against the cabin door.

"Pornography in your own home," She continued on, "Van Halen."

Montana furrowed her brows and looked over to me, I just gave her a "Ignore her" look.

"I have been fighting the Lord's fight against filth around the world for years. Charles Keating is a dear friend. I was right by his side in Cincinnati during that Larry Flynt trial. And that is why, while still grieving my sweet husband Walter's untimely death, I took a small portion of the large fortune he left to me to buy this camp."

I tensed up at the mention of dad. While it had been years since his death it wasn't something I talked about openly. I shifted my weight and squeezed my arms tightly. It was also something that Mom and I never really talked about together

"I wanted to create a safe, pure, godly and decent place for the children of this country to escape for the summer. It is a dream come true. Now, there aren't many rules but I expect each and every one of you to follow them without exception." Once she finished her monologue she stormed away.

I rolled my eyes yet again, "Don't listen to her." I said. They all looked overwhelmed with how passionate and forceful her attitude was. Unfortunately it's something I've just endured and gotten used to.

"Who's Charles Keating?" Chet asked abruptly.

"He was against porn." I patted his shoulder as I walked away, heading back into the main part of the camp.

The sun was starting to set as the hue of the camp changed to a darker one. The eeiry scene growing once again onto the grounds.

Once everyone brought their bags and things to their respected cabin it was unanimous that we should build a fire. Brooke being overly excited to roast marshmallows and everyone else just excited to get the aesthetic of summer camp started.

There was a fire pit already with logs circled around it, creating a nice seating area. Chet grabbed the wood and threw it in while Ray lit it up. I sat down on a log by myself.

Brooke dug into the marshmallows as soon as Rita brought them over, stabbing them on the end of her stick and happily waiting for it to roast.

I felt the weight of the log shift as someone sat down beside me. I looked over with the corner of my eye to find Xavier giving me his infamous smirk, clearly teasing me again as he scooted closer, our thighs touching gently.

Chet lit up a blunt as Rita swatted at the mosquitoes and bugs that decided to swarm around us now. He passed it over to Ray who took a hit, and then Ray over to Rita.

"I don't smoke that funny weed," She said as she declined his offer, "The only thing I put in my lungs is a Marlboro Red," She smirked as she lit up a cigarette and huffed at it lightly.

"You know that shit will kill ya," Xavier stated.

"We all gotta die somehow," Rita stated quickly. "Any of you ever been camp councilors before?"

We all shook our heads, some stated their no's audibly.

"We just had to get out of LA." Ray said.

"I hear that, I couldn't be in that city another minute with all those gruesome murders going on." Rita stated.

The blunt made it over to me, I took a hit and turned to Xavier. He seemed impressed with the fact I did it.

"Do you want it or not?" I shook it lightly as he just stared at me, the fire crackling in the distance and Brooke talking about how she was attacked by the Night Stalker.

He took it from me quickly, our hands momentarily touching. "Just didn't know that Mommy's good little Christian girl was such a rebel." Half of his face was illuminated by the fire as he smirked down at me.

"Yeah?" I leaned in closely, "There's a lot you don't know about me." I whispered as my eyes trailed down his face, stopping on his lips. I leaned back and directed my attention back to the conversation. Not noticing the hunger in his eyes as our game of cat and mouse got a little more interesting.

"24 years ago. That's when they closed this place down." Rita was about to start telling the story of the massacre.

"Rita," Xavier groaned, "I understand the tradition, and usually I'm cool with that, but our friend Brooke here had a for-real assault, and we're just not in the mood for a bullshit ghost story." He passed the blunt over to Montana.

I looked over to Brooke who was no longer roasting marshmallows, who looked absolutely scared to death.

"It's not bullshit. And there was no ghost," Rita went on, "I'll be honest with you. I've never been a nurse at a camp before and you've never been councilors. So how did we get these jobs?" We all paused listening to her, "That's because anybody that knows what happened here, doesn't want to be here. This is the site of the worst Camp massacre of all time."

I looked down as I remembered the story my Mom told me, about how she barely survived and the reason she doesn't have her ear. Xavier felt me stiffen as he scooted closer, letting me know he was here. "Come on Rita.." His voice grew in annoyance at the fact she kept going.

"His name was Benjamin Richter but most call him Mr.Jingles." She stood up for dramatic effect, "Richter was drafted into the Vietnam War and he found his calling. He had the highest kill rate in his company. He had a nasty habit of collecting trophies from his enemies. Cutting off their ears and cutting them into a necklace."

"Jesus Christ Rita," I snapped, "If my Mom hears you talking about this she's going to lose her shit." My fist clenched remembering how hurt she was whenever she would be reminded of that horrible night. Xavier looked at me with concern, putting his hand over mine in an attempt to calm me down. I just looked over at him, not really wanting Rita to continue in the fear it would set Mom off.

Rita just shrugged as she continued on, "The only job he could get was here, nobody knows why he snapped...but one night he took a knife and slaughters an entire cabin. Ten victims in all."

"You're wrong," a voice chimed in. We all looked over and saw my Mom approaching the fire slowly everyone grew still at her appearance and Xavier's hand left mine. "Alcohol is not allowed," she took the flask from Ray's hand and poured it onto the dirt, "Neither are those funny smelling cigarettes." She looked over to Chet who had it dangling limply in his fingertips.

"So nothing happened here?" Xavier asked, confused.

"No, there was a massacre here. But only nine died not ten." She walked just in front of the fire, where everyone could see her.

"So Mr.Jingles is real?!" Brooke asked, her voice rose with fear.

Mom didn't say anything as she turned her head to the side and moved her hair, revealing the spot where her left ear should be, but isn't. Brooke gasped while looking away, seeming like she was going to hurl.

Xavier's brows were furrowed as he looked from my mom to me, trying to make sure I was okay. I didn't say anything as she continued on with the story I'd heard only once before. She sat on an empty log as she began to go into detail of the events she went through.

"And I thought that will be the end of it," She recalls the trial, "But I can't escape him. And that's why I bought this camp. To reopen it and take all of my darkest memories and make them into something bright."

"Duddee..." Chet shakes his head, "That's heavy."

Xavier's hand graced over mine again as his eyes scanned my face. He wasn't ready for all of this heavy backstory, he didn't even know that any of this happened. Let alone that it followed you your whole life.

Mom dusted off her shorts as she stood, "Alright well, we have a lot to do with the kids coming in two days. And this is the last time I want anyone talking about that horrible night." She walked away into the night as everyone sat still, horrified.

Everyone eventually got up, except for Xavier and I who just sat there a bit longer.

"Are you okay?" He asked, genuine concern gracing his features.

It made my heart tinge how caring he appeared to be. I just gave him a reassuring smile as I nodded my head, "Yeah, I'm good."

He smiled back lightly and stood up, reaching his hand out to me. "Then let's go inside before we catch our death."

I took his hand as I got to my feet, hesitating to let go once I got up. Eventually I did and we headed back up to the girls cabin.

Next Part

Tags: @felicityofbakerstreet

[pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc]

Do Something! - Xavier Plympton

pairing: xavier plympton x reader

warnings: swearing, gore, anxiety

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“The only way we’re getting out of this is if we split up.” Ray suggested. All four of us widened our eyes simultaneously.

“Split up? Are you fucking nuts? That’ll get us all killed faster!” I shouted, my hands on my hips.

“Well I don’t see anyone else jumping up with fucking ideas, do you?” He yelled back at me.

“Guys, stop yelling at each other! Y/N, I know you hate to hear it, but Ray’s right.” I rolled my eyes at Brooke; she’ll always side with a boy if it comes to it.

“We’re cornered right now, we don’t have many options. Jingles is out there, too, so maybe running in a huge group where he can pick us off might not be such a good idea.” She said.

“I think Brooke is right. Let’s split up. Y/N, you come with me and Brooke, and Ray you go with Rita. Look for everyone else, and if you can’t find them, double back to the cars, okay?” Chet spoke, surprisingly levelheaded in this intense situation. We all nodded and broke off into our groups.

We’d barely made it out of the cabin when we heard an eerily familiar voice.

“I told you I’d find you again, Satan’s path led me right to you.” The killer said. Brooke fell to the ground in her panic, looking back to me and Chet.

“Run!” She wailed, pointing to a trail heading into the woods. Chet looked to me and nodded, following me into the darkness. We ran for god knows how long with nothing chasing us, so we decided to stop and catch our breaths.

“Do you think Brooke’s okay?” I panted, leaning up against a thick branch. Chet stood a few feet away, hands on his knees as he swallowed air ferociously.

“She’ll be fine, that chick has a good survival instinct. We shou-” He was interrupted by a sound.

A terrifying sound I never hoped to hear:

Keys jingling.

We both stood straight up, paralyzed in terror. My heart rate sped up; I could practically feel it pounding in my chest.

I took off as fast as I could, hardly noticing the sound of Chet’s body hitting the ground behind me. I took a chance and glanced over my shoulder to see Mr Jingles only several steps away.

I yelped as my foot caught on a root, sending me hurtling to the forest floor. I slid backwards across the dirt, backing away as much as I could before I backed into a tree.

“P-please don’t hurt me, I-I haven’t done anything wrong!” I cried out, tears springing to my eyes.

Before I could say anything else, a scream followed by several twigs snapping was heard in the distance. I silently thanked whatever god was out there for the distraction.

Mr Jingles backed up and stared into the woods, making me think he would go after the noise. Instead, he quickly turned back to me and advanced rapidly towards me.

“N-no, what are you-” I screamed in agony as he brought his boot down on my ankle, all the bones crunching beneath his foot.

I tried to back away from the killer, but immense pain shot through my leg, rooting me to my spot. Thankfully, Jingles decided not to finish me off and walked off into the brush. I rested my head against the stump behind me, fading in and out of consciousness.

Suddenly, a hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my screams of distress. I clawed at the hands grabbing me, and the quickly released me. I took another deep breath, preparing to yell for help, but a familiar face came out from behind the tree.

“Xavier? Oh my god, thank god you’re here!” I hugged him tightly.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Y/N. Where’s everyone else?” He asked, eyes darting around the dark woods.

“The stalker caught up to Brooke, Ray and Rita ran off to try to find everyone, and me and Chet ran into Jingles.” I explained, trying to level my breathing.

“Let’s get out of here before one of them finds us. Maybe we can find Margaret and Bertie before we leave.” Xavier said, staring down at me. He looked at me for a second, head tilting in confusion. “Well come on, get up and come with me!”

“I can’t fucking walk, Xav! Jingles stomped the shit out of my fucking ankle, dumbass!” I tried to maintain a thoughtful volume, but sometimes his stupidity was impressive. His eyes widened in panic, resembling those of a cartoon character.

“Oh Jesus, I’m so sorry! Here, I got you,” He bent over, looping a hand under my knees and around my shoulders, lifting me up into his arms. The sudden movement jolted my ankle, forcing a moan of pain from my throat. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Every step he took on the uneven ground bounced my foot up and down, causing little whimpers to bubble up from me.

Xavier kept apologizing as we walked, nearly every second word out of his mouth was some form of ‘sorry!’. We kept making our way towards the hope of running into any of the other counselors, but we were unlucky. We reached a clearing, stopping to catch our collective breaths when we heard it.

Two pairs of footsteps.

Coming from two different directions.

And a set of jingling keys.

I looked to Xavier with guidance, seeing his eyes wide as dinner plates. His head whipped around every which way, mapping out a place for us to hide. He managed to find a hollowed out tree, unfortunately only big enough for one body.

“Xavier, please don’t leave me. P-please don’t leave me, Xavier!” I whimpered into his neck, my tears soaking the skin there.

“Y/N, if you want both of us to make it out of here alive, I’m gonna need you to stay by yourself for a bit, okay?” He nodded reassuringly. I nodded begrudgingly, pulling myself from him and wedging into the hollowed out wood.

Xavier kept low, sliding away from me and slipping into a bush just within my field of vision. He was right, the tree was small, barely large enough to keep me standing. I tried to shift my weight onto the foot that hadn’t been mangled, but doing so made me let out an involuntary cry.

The world felt as if it had momentarily stopped spinning. Time was frozen still as I heard footsteps gaining on me. Everything moving so fast, yet so slow. In that moment, my life truly flashed before my eyes as I knew death was fast approaching.

I bit down on my hand, hot tears streaming down my face as I dared not to breathe. I looked to Xavier, his expression nearly mirroring mine.

Suddenly, I heard male voices shouting at each other, followed by grunts and knife slashes. I wanted so badly to peek out of my hiding to see what was happening, but I wasn’t sure if it was safe to come out yet.

Everything seemed to be blurring, the vivid colors of blue and green morphing into murky brown. I felt nothing, numb to the blood pouring from my shattered ankle, unaware of the fresh crimson seeping from my elbows and knees.

My leg gave out below me, the unforgiving ground quickly coming closer. But before I could crash down, I was pulled into Xavier’s arms. His gaze scanned me up and down, noticing my paled face and the cold sweat all over my body.

“Holy shit, you don’t look so good, babe.” He remarked bluntly. I groaned as he lifted me into his arms, looping mine weakly around his neck.

“Never felt better, actually.” I coughed, smiling tiredly. Xavier smiled a genuine, heartwarming smile, making my chest flutter.

“Even when the world tries to keep you down, you just keep getting back up, don’t you?” He remarked. “I’m gonna get us out of here, don’t you worry. We’re gonna get the fuck out of LA, move to San Fran or some shit. We’ll buy a huge mansion with a built in aerobics studio where I can teach lessons, and an art studio where you can paint. We’re gonna have a couple kids, and they’ll have grandkids, and we can grow old together, yeah?”

“We can put this whole fucking thing behind us, we don’t ever have to think of it anymore. I just need you to stay awake for me, okay baby?” Xavier nodded to me.

I was half passed out, but I heard every word clear as day. I’d wanted that with him for as long as I could remember, but truth be told I didn’t think he was the kind of guy to settle down so easily. What he’d just described was exactly what I wanted with him. All I ever wanted was a future with him.

But now, all I wished for was a future, and I didn’t even know if I’d get that.

“But I’m so tired, Xav, and it hurts so much.” I whined, my eyes fluttering shut.

“I know, I know, babe, I know it hurts. We’ll get you medical help as soon as we’re safe, I just need you to stay awake.” He reaffirmed, maneuvering through the brush.

“Just stay awake...”

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my first cody fern fic! i’m kinda proud of this, also it turned out longer than i thought it would. i actually like the ending for once, so i’m surprised.

feedback is always appreciated!

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[chloelucia13]

can u write headcanons about being a ghost at the camp with xavier ??

Being a Ghost at Camp Redwood with Xavier: Headcanons

Warnings: angst, fluff, language, violence

Before going to Camp Redwood, you and Xavier weren’t very close. Sure, you attended his aerobics classes, but only because Montana dragged you along.

You stuck out like a sore thumb among the group, a quiet and timid girl who stuck to herself and her books. (Montana always whined about your reserved nature, claiming that “it was a total boner killer.”)

Maybe that’s why Xavier constantly stuck to your side during that terrible night, wanting to protect you from any danger that could’ve come to you. (Or maybe because he really liked you, but you were too scared to accept that.)

And that’s what led to the two of you cowering under one of the long mess hall tables, Mister Jingles mere feet from you both. Bertie was trying to appease him (and doing quite well at it) when the flashlight slipped from Xavier’s hand.

The two of you were completely paralyzed with fear, eyes wide as dinner plates as your mind raced with thoughts of what was going to happen to the two of you. 

The moment Jingles shifted, the two of you split off in different directions. You scrambled on your hands and feet as fast as you could, trying to gain as much distance from the killer as possible.

You turned back for a split second, only to see Xavier get yanked up by his jacket collar and be knocked out. 

You let out a scream of horror before you could stop yourself, watching his body crumple to the ground. 

Jingles whipped his head around, eyes locking with your tear-filled ones. You tried to push yourself to your feet, but you were too slow. 

He grabbed you by the hair, pulling your body off the floor. Your feet dangled off the ground, trying to kick and scratch at him, but to no avail. He plunged his knife deep into your stomach before dropping your body to the floor.

You could only watch in horror as he stabbed Bertie multiple times and tossed Xavier’s limp body into the oven, before your vision slowly slipped away.

You woke up after God knows how long, shooting up from the floor with a heavy gasp. You scrambled to your feet and placed your hands on your stomach, eyebrows furrowing with confusion when you felt no wound. 

You were drawn from your thoughts when you heard harsh sobs sounding from behind you. You turned on your heel to see Xavier clutching a body, your body, in his arms.

“Xavier?” you whispered, slowly stepping towards him.“Y/N?” he choked out, looking up at you with tear-soaked eyes. “H-How?”

You shook your head, crouching down beside him. “I-I don’t know.” The sight of your dead body in his arms made your stomach churn. Then you noticed his hands, his face, all of his skin, covers in blisters and burns. “Oh my god...” You extended your fingers out towards him, gently skimming along his skin.

“I look like a monster."

You shook your head, moving to cup his face in your hands. “No you don’t. Besides, that doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that you get the hell out of here.”

But he didn’t listen, which you found out about when he stumbled back into the mess hall the next morning, all of his burns gone.

The first year of adapting to being dead was tough, an empty void filling everyone’s chests as they all longed to be alive (Though you often joked that you felt the same as you felt when you were alive).

Then the killing kicked back up, but instead of Mister Jingles, it was your best friend and her new boyfriend, Xavier.

You and Ray tried your hardest to save whoever came to the camp, but you never succeeded. 

Time and time again, you watched in horror as the blonde couple hacked and slashed every living thing they came across, no remorse felt whatsoever.

And, after years and years of watching visitors come but never go, you finally confronted Xavier.

“Why are you doing this?” you screamed at him, trying to apply pressure to a woman’s neck, where blood was violently spurting from.

“There’s no consequences, Y/N! And besides, they came trespassing onto our property,” he defended himself, a sick smirk on his face.

Once you felt the woman’s pulse finally still, you rose to your feet and advanced towards him. “How are you any different from Jingles, or Margaret, or Ramirez? Huh? Oh, that’s right, you’re not.” Tears welled in your eyes, so close to him you could feel his breath fanning across your face. “You’ve killed so many innocent people for no reason other than because you can.”

He clenched his jaw, gripping onto your arm. “It’s the only thing that makes me feel alive.”

“Taking a life from someone else makes you feel like you’re living?” You yanked your arm away from his grasp. “You’re disgusting.” With a huff, you turned on your heel and stomped away, tears streaming down your face.

For the next few weeks, you avoided him at all costs, usually spending time with Chet and Ray to try and distract yourself. You were so used to feeling empty, so this new feeling of anger and sadness and guilt in the pit of your stomach was quite a lot to handle.

You were sitting at the dock, feet dangling off the edge of the platform. It had only been days since Jingles and Ramirez and Margaret came and that entire concert had became a shit show. Jingles had disappeared, and now Ramirez was held prisoner in the abandoned shack for, what you knew, the rest of his life. 

Footsteps sounded behind you, followed by a presence sitting to the right of you.

“You reek of blood,” you grumbled, scooting away slightly.He let out a chuckle, shaking his head slightly. 

“Guess we have a lot of that to look forward to,” Xavier teased, shucking off his jacket.

You just let out a quiet huff in response. “What’d you use this time?”

“Chainsaw.”

“That’ll do it.”

The two of you sat in silence for a moment. “So, you’re talking to me now? What changed?”

“Nothing changed. I’m just being polite and courteous. Just because I’m talking to you doesn’t mean I want to.”

“But what if I want to talk to you?”“Bring all those tourists back to life, then maybe I’ll think about it.”

He rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, kicking off his sneakers. “I thought about what you told me.”

“Oh yeah? How long did it take for you to understand the words that came out of my mouth?”

He shook his head, leaning back on his hands. “You’re an asshole sometimes, you know that?”

“Well, I have a right to be.”He pursed his lips, taking off his socks and glancing over at you before hopping into the lake. With a devious smirk, he swam over to you and grabbed your ankle, tugging you into the water with him.

You let out a scream before being submerged in water, immediately swimming back up to the surface and shoving him. “You’re an asshole sometimes, you know that?” you spat his words back at him. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

“Because I needed to get this blood off me, and I also need to talk to you.” He grabbed both of your hands, holding them in his and keeping you close to him. “Can I please talk to you?”

You huffed, but nodded. “Fine. What do you want to talk about?”

“I thought about what you told me, and you’re right.”

“Wow, Mr. Xavier Plympton admitting that he was wrong? I thought I’d never see the day.”

“Can you please just listen to me?” You nodded, pursing your lips. “You’re right, okay? Killing all those people, it wasn’t right. I thought it made me alive, but it just... It made me feel more empty with each person I killed. It was like a drug, at the time it felt amazing, but then I kept needing more and more. I was addicted to it, and I hate it.”

As he was talking, you slowly began to make eye contact with him.

“A-And having Ramirez now, it takes that need that I have and gets rid of it, but it doesn’t make me feel guilty or empty. I can get my fix, and I’m doing something good in the process.” He squeezed your hands, flashing you a kind smile. “I-I want to promise you something.”

You tilted your head slightly, curious. “Promise me what?”

“I want to promise you that I will never kill another innocent person. Ever. The only person I’ll ever hurt is Ramirez.”

You nodded. “That’s really good. I’m proud of you.” You smiled softly at him, but let out a sigh afterward. “But... Why are you promising this for me? What do I have to do with all of this?”

“Because seeing how hurt you were when you confronted me about that, it broke my heart. A-And I couldn’t stand not being with you, not seeing you happy. Seeing you upset because of me. I hated it. I don’t want that to ever happen again. I-I really care about you, Y/N. I like you, a lot.”

“You like me?”

“Of course I do. How could I not? You’re so kind and beautiful a-and... And you helped me.” He let out a deep breath, taking your hands and pressing his lips to your palms. “Can you forgive me for what I’ve done?”

You smiled softly, slipping your hands from his so you could cup his cheeks. “If you keep your promise, then I absolutely can.”

His face broke out into a bright smile, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug. 

“I’m still pissed at you for pulling me into the lake, though.”

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[hecohansen31]

can you write my sweet dumb lil xavier finding out that his s/o is pregnant? feel like that would be vv cute

(A/N): Hey guys! 

I am going to go back to my requests, although I am very sorry that it took me quite a bit to get through each of them... please understand that lately for various reasons I am extremely struggling on here and outside, so I am extremely sorry if I am a tiny bit... slow... I swear I am trying my best.

Also I did tear up a bit on this (and I love my dumb bitch more than anything).

WARNINGS: Pregnancy, Negative Thoughts About Pregnancy, Mention of Trauma.

You giggled as Xavier rushed to kiss you, just as you walked in your shared apartment, almost making you drop all your grocery bags, and you were unable to lock the door, giving your neighbors quite show with the way Xavier almost jumped you.

Whenever Xavier insisted on you two getting a dog, you would always reply that you didn’t need one, since he was already acting as an overgrown Labrador retriever, and the way he always celebrated you opening the door, in that moment coming at home from work, proved it.

Still fact that Xavier had insisted on getting a dog, since the apartment was too big for just you two, had made you feel slightly better after the doctor had told you the troubling news you had on your mind.

You were pregnant.

A few weeks, but you had been already bothered for the entire week by nauseous situations, although the fact that they kept happening all through the day had brought you to think that it wasn’t a pregnancy symptom.

But after the doctor had examined you, she had confirmed that you were indeed carrying a little peanut in your stomach, showing you the ultrasound and printing a copy, that you thought about showing to Xavier.

Hadn’t he freaked out in your face at the news.

You two weren’t married, although you had been living together for a few years, at first just as simple collaborators, since you were the photograph of most of his modelling projects, and then as boyfriend and girlfriend.

You hadn’t even talked about children, although you were both aware that you wanted some in the future, and you had stopped using condoms, you were still on birth control, the little peanut in your stomach “sadly” that small percentage in which the pill didn’t seem effective.

Personally, you had been overjoyed by the news, although you couldn’t help but be slightly scared at the news of having to take care of another human being, alongside seeing your body change, and when you had exited the doctor’s office, you had been shaking a bit, choosing to go grocery shopping to solve a bit your tormented soul.

When you had ended up in the clothing alley, you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from looking around the child part, where you spotted tiny clothes in pink and blue, red and yellow, white and brown, showing you the small size your peanut would have.

A wave of nostalgy had grown onto you, making you wonder whether Xavier wanted a child, right now.

He was on top of his career, and maybe a child wasn’t something he wanted.

But it was useless to torment yourself when you hadn’t talked to the man himself.

You just hoped it wouldn’t hurt your relationship, and neither it would have hurt him, since you knew all too well the long journey Xavier had had to reach that state of mind and health.

And you knew that a child would mean a strong change that would maybe destabilize him.

Impulsively you had picked up a small unisex bib and hidden it, after the grocery clerk had scanned it, almost ashamed of the fact that you were pregnant.

“Welcome home babe” Xavier brought you back to your little apartment, meanwhile he nuzzled softly at your neck, affectionately caressing your hips, and you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious and extremely attentive at your stomach.

Although you loved Xavier’s hugs, you were glad when he left you, carrying the grocery store bags, to help you, meanwhile he chirped distractedly on what you wanted for dinner:

“… we have leftovers from last night” the sole reminder of what you had thrown up this morning, made you feel nauseous and you immediately shook your head “… or maybe take-out?”.

Meanwhile he was going through his option, the grocery bags that Xavier was holding, ripped, horribly.

There was not anything frail or easily breakable in the bag, but as Xavier moved down to collect the items, he found himself looking at a bib for a child.

Your mind went through a myriad of lines you could use: a joking gift for Chet, a real gift for Trevor’s little girl, who was barely a year old or …

… or just maybe you could tell the truth.

“… what is this?” asked smirking with curiousness Xavier, meanwhile he collected gently the little fabric in his hand, staring at it and then raising his eyes to you “… is this … a bib?”.

“We might need it” you blurted, clutching your hands on your stomach, avoiding to face him in anyway “… I …”.

Xavier moved closer, his nose slightly scrunched up as he always did when he was trying to understand what was going on, and he wasn’t just connecting the dots.

“… what do you mean, babe?” he asked, moving closer but you stopped him halfway.

“There is a bun in my oven” no reaction showed on his face “… we are having a little peanut”.

You knew you were sounding ridiculous but what was even more ridiculous was the blank stare on Xavier’s face.

“:.. (Y/N), it isn’t funny… you know metaphors are not my…”.

“I am pregnant” it hurt to utter the reality out loud, since you honestly hadn’t thought of saying out loud, since it meant accepting it, but the smirk on Xavier’s face as he finally understood what you meant, made it all worth it.

“… this isn’t a joke” he stated, meanwhile you nodded, softly moving closer, but again he literally barreled onto you and picked you up in full princess style, twirling you around, as you screamed at him to be careful for your baby.

“You are making him throw up in my tummy” you taunted him and immediately, seriously worried that it might happen he put you down and you started laughing out loud in his face “… you are an idiot, Xavier”.

“Well you made a baby with an idiot, what does that say about you, babe?” he mumbled, shooting back at you who punched slightly his shoulder “… I can’t believe that we made a baby”.

“I was worried that you wouldn’t…” your voice broke halfway through it “… want the baby”.

“Babe, you literally made any of my dreams come true” he made you stare into his pretty eyes, and you knew he wasn’t lying in the least “… and I’ll for ever be grateful for the day we met, you gave me hope, respect, a new chance to live my life and finally… a child”.

He then kissed your forehead.

“I love you and our little peanut so so much”.

That night, after celebrating your little “bun” with sparkling water and discussing about what it might entail for you two and your careers, you had fallen asleep thinking about baby names with Xavier.

You were awoken by a soft hand raising your shirt, but you didn’t raise your eyes, knowing that it was Xavier, who would sometimes take comfort in the simplest of human contacts: your skin against his.

But then you heard him speak:

“Hey peanut! Your mom is asleep, so I’ll have to keep this low, I don’t want her to wake up and call me dumb, because you are too small to actually hear me” you couldn’t hide the slight smile that appeared on your face, but Xavier was too focused on your stomach, still flat but swelling with love, to actually notice it “… she has a pendant for thinking that I am dumb, and I really hope that you won’t think it too, because two against one it isn’t funny”.

Although he was pretending to be outraged, you felt his smirk against your heated skin.

“… but I honestly hope that you’ll think I am cool, because you see…” the smirk turned in a grimace “… I am not very cool, your mom is, she is a freaking badass”.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit sad by Xavier’s confession and almost wanted to stop this to comfort him, but he softly pushed his lips against your stomach to blow a soft raspberry.

“… she is the one reason why I am still here” he continued “… she is tough and might seem inflexible and strict, but she always knows what is best for you, even if you don’t see it, I honestly hope you take from her”.

You did tear up a bit, after his confession, because you had so many flaws: you were intolerant towards the smallest of things, you couldn’t be bothered with changes and sometimes could pass off as intimidating, but each sweet thing that Xavier said about you, they made you feel better and the thought that he wanted your little peanut to grow up like you, made you blossom with joy.

But the truth is that you also hoped that the child would somehow take from Xavier: his cheerful personality and the way he would help anybody, without thinking too much about himself, being a loyal friend and a romantic and patient lover.

You hoped that peanut would just take the best from both of you.

“I honestly can’t wait to meet you, peanut, you are the best thing in my life that I have ever created”