#Xavier plymopton imagine

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a surprise at the lake ~ xavier; ahs 1984

word count: 1078

request?: yes!

“Xavier (Ahs 1984) imagine where the girl is another camp counsellor and she’s not really friends with him or his friends. Then he catches her skinny dipping in the lake and she teases him about the whole situation and he’s just speechless x”

description: when xavier decides to take a simple walk along the lake, he finds an...intimate surprise

pairing: xavier plympton x female!reader

warnings: swearing, not smutty but steamy, implications of smut

The councilors were extremely grateful to have that first night to fuck around before the kids arrived the next day. After their brief meeting with Margaret at the beginning of the day, they all knew they were in for a very strict summer. Luckily, Margaret was too busy that night getting ready for the next day to really monitor what was happening in the girl’s councilor cabin.

When he was happily warm and tipsy from all the alcohol he had drank, Xavier stumbled out of the cabin into the cool air. He hadn’t realized how stuffy the cabin began to feel in the cabin.

He walked the dock towards the lake that was behind the cabin. It almost felt warmer outside than it did inside the cabin. Xavier was half tempted to strip down to absolutely nothing and jump into the river just to cool down. However, he came to learn that someone had beat him to it.

(Y/N) was another councilor that was about Xavier’s age. He didn’t really know her, none of the group did. She seemed nice enough when they first met, kind of shy and reserved. She didn’t talk a lot, just enough to introduce herself. None of them had really noticed that she wasn’t in the cabin drinking with the rest of them, or really wondered where she was if not with them.

Her clothes were folded neatly on the dock, everything right down to her underwear. In the moonlight, Xavier could see traces of her naked body swimming along in the water. He wasn’t sure what to do, if he should leave or say something to her. He was pretty speechless really.

She reached the dock and put her hands on it to pull herself up, but stopped when she realized she was no longer alone.

“Oh, hey,” she said. She didn’t sound overly offended or anything that he was there. “You’re Xavier right?”

He nodded, not really able to do much else at the moment. She giggled as she pushed herself back into the water. “Sorry, it’s really warm out and this feels a lot nicer than putting on a restricting swim suit.”

Xavier nodded again. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him. “Cat got your tongue or something? Or are you a little too drunk to speak?”

Xavier shook his head, willing himself to speak. “N-No. I-I’m not all that drunk.”

(Y/N) laughed. “Yeah, sure. Well, don’t let me ruin your lakeside walk. I was just about to get out - “

“No!”

Even Xavier was surprised by the fierceness in his voice. He wasn’t sure what had come over him then.

That was a lie, he knew exactly what had come over him. He was standing here, looking at a girl he had just met who was drop dead gorgeous, swimming completely naked in the lake. It was just the two of them, everyone else was too busy in the cabin to really care about coming out. The last thing he wanted was for all of that to be ruined by (Y/N) getting out of the lake and putting clothes on. Who knew when the next time he’d get to see her naked would be, if he’d get to see it at all ever again.

(Y/N) looked confused at first, but then started to smirk as she realized why Xavier had protested. She swam back towards the dock and pushed herself up just enough to rest her arms on it, pushing her naked breasts together in an alluring way.

“What’s the matter? You seem pretty nervous,” she said in an innocent yet sexy voice. It was driving Xavier wild.

“N-nothing,” he stuttered. “I just thought why ruin your...you know you cooling down? You don’t have to get out on my account.”

(Y/N) giggled. “Really? How kind of you.” She eyed him up and down before adding, “You seem to be wearing a lot of layers there, you’re probably pretty hot yourself. You’re free to join me if you want.”

Xavier’s eyes grew in shock, and (Y/N) noted that they weren’t the only things to grow. She pushed herself off the dock again, making sure to give Xavier a nice view before submerging herself in the water.

Xavier was frozen in shock at first. This girl, who seemed so sweet and quiet not even 12 hours before, was now being so flirty. He could hardly believe it was the same girl. He had almost convinced himself that he actually was a lot more drunk than he thought, or that he was dreaming the whole thing up. He had to pinch himself to make sure it was all real.

Suddenly realizing that she had given him an invitation, Xavier quickly started shedding himself of his clothes, throwing them aside a lot more haphazardly than (Y/N) had. Without any hesitation, he jumped into the water. When he emerged, (Y/N) was laughing and he couldn’t help but exclaim at the cold.

“You didn’t warn me it was this cold!” he said.

“You’ll get used to it,” she assured him. “Welcome.”

“Thanks,” he said. The cold of the water had definitely made him sober up a bit, and he was happy to see that she was still in front of him, still naked and still inviting him in. “So...”

“So,” she repeated. “Are you gonna stay all the way over there, or are you gonna come over here?”

Xavier immediately swam over to her, pulling her close to him. Their skin made contact, causing any cold that either party felt immediately wash away. (Y/N) wrapped her legs around Xavier’s waist, and Xavier held the two of them up in the water.

“You really want to do this?” Xavier asked.

(Y/N) chuckled. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have asked you to come in with me. Do you really want to do this?”

Xavier cupped her face and pulled it to his, kissing her deeply and passionately. The kiss made (Y/N)’s head spin, in the best possible way. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she could taste the alcohol he had been drinking prior to their sudden rendezvous. Every inch of her skin that he touched was left tingling. When he pulled away, it felt as though he took her breath with him.

“Does that answer your question?” he asked her.

She nodded quickly. “We better hurry before anyone comes out.”

“Let them see.”

This was kinda shit lol

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freak ~ xavier; american horror story: 1984

word count: 1546

request?: no

description: when the group arrives to camp redwood, they come to learn that they have one other camp councilor, the local freak girl.

pairing: xavier plympton x female!reader

warnings: swearing, drug use (depending on if you consider weed a drug), a little cheeky and flirty but no flat out smut

(y/f/n) = your full name

“So we’re the only councillors?”

“No, there’s one other person who volunteered.”

As if on cue, (Y/N) came around the corner, a lit cigarette at her lips as she took a long drag from it. The group of friends stared at her in shock before their looks turned to disgust and glares. All except for Brooke’s, who looked around in confusion.

“Who is that?” she whispered to Montana.

“That’s (Y/F/N),” Montana whispered back. “Total weirdo freak. Wears all black, dyed her hair black, is super anti-social. She’s basically a serial killer in the making.”

Brooke eyed (Y/N) as she took another drag from her cigarette, only to have it snatched from her by Margaret. (Y/N) watched as the cigarette was thrown to the grown and stomped out.

“I already told you no smoking on camp grounds,” she scolded the younger girl. “Anyways, this is our other camp councilor, (Y/N). (Y/N), this is - ”

“I know who they are,” (Y/N) said, eyeing the group of friends. “Except the brunette chick. Nice to meet you, but since you’re hanging out with these preppy fuckers I have a feeling we won’t be talking again. None of them really like me, and lucky for them the feeling is mutual.”

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife as the group of friends glared down (Y/N), who looked like she could give less of a fuck.

Margaret cleared her throat. “Well, that’s enough introductions. Let’s go on a tour of the camp grounds, shall we?”

~~~~~~~

Later that day, when the camp tour was over, the group of friends had set up in the councilor rooms. (Y/N) already had her things set up and was nowhere to be seen.

“Probably out planning how she’s gonna kill all of us,” Chet commented. “Seriously, who the hell let’s a freak like her be a camp councilor? Just one look at her tells you all you need to know about her.”

“They must’ve been really desperate,” Montana said. “Be sure to sleep with one eye open everyone.”

As they talked their shit, like they always did, Xavier pocketed his weed and made his way down to the lake not too far from the camp. Ever since Margaret’s big show of stomping out (Y/N)’s cigarette, and her long speech about how she was against basically everything fun, Xavier realized smoking the weed he packed was going to be easier said than done. Therefore, he decided to find a secret spot far enough away from the camp that he could go to take a puff.

The sound of running water indicated that he was closing in on the river. He stood back to survey the area, seeing that there was just enough trees in the way that he wouldn’t be caught smoking. The smell might give him away, but by the time anyone got close enough to catch him he’d have the joint gone.

He pushed aside some of the trees and started when he found that he wasn’t the only one there. Laying on the ground next to the river was none other than (Y/N) herself, in nothing but her black bra and matching lacy panties, the newest craze in the sex revolution. She had sunglasses on, covering her eyes. She as still for a moment, and Xavier was sure she was asleep. He started to light up his joint and jumped when she spoke.

“You’re not supposed to have that. Booth will flip her shit.”

“That’s why I’m out here,” he responded, putting the joint to his lips and taking a puff. “What are you going to do? Rat me out?”

“Not if you give me a puff,” she responded. Xavier chuckled and passed her the joint. She sat up on her elbows and took a drag, then began to cough heavily. “Fuck, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a puff. Weed has a whole different burn than cigarettes.”

“You know, they’re starting to say those are bad for you,” Xavier said, taking the joint back and taking a puff for himself. “They say it causes all sort of health issues and shit.”

“Yeah, and they say weed causes loss of brain cells.” She looked at Xavier over her sunglasses.

“Touché,” he shrugged.

(Y/N) laid back down and Xavier stood, puffing at his joint. Finally, he threw it to the ground and stomped it out, burying it in some dirt with his shoe so no one would find it. Not that he expected anyone but (Y/N) to be out here.

“What are you even doing out here?” Xavier asked her.

“I wanted to get the last ounce of sun in before the brats come,” she responded. “I have two younger siblings, 5 and 8, and I swear to fuck there’s nothing more annoying than a fucking child, especially a child during summer break.”

“Well why did you volunteer here if you don’t even like kids?”

(Y/N) sat up again and took her sunglasses off to look at Xavier. For the first time, he noticed how bright her eyes were, a complete contrast to her wardrobe.

“Believe it or not Mr. Wannabe-Hollywood, I don’t exactly have any friends. My summers are spent in my house doing absolutely nothing and being bored as all fuck. I decided that was going to change this year, so when I heard that the camp was looking for councillors, I decided to put my time towards something more productive. I mean, it is going to suck having to deal with kids, but it’s better than being all by myself.”

Xavier was shocked at her answer. Even though he and his friends were always talking shit and picking on (Y/N), he just assumed she had friends of her own. But now that he mentioned it, he really had never seen her with anybody, not even one person. He never stopped to consider that the things being sad about her were prohibiting her from having friends, even though some of the rumors going around about her were absolutely awful.

(Y/N) looked out at the pond, refusing to meet his eye. The last thing she wanted was pity from this preppy motherfucker, the same motherfucker that had been treating her like shit since the day she met him and his group of preppy friends. They were all the same, they saw someone like (Y/N) who had her hair dyed dark since she was young and preferred to wear dark clothes over the hideously bright neon colours that everyone seemed to adore and deemed her a freak; an outcast. And now, because of that asshole who was climbing through windows and killing people, a serial killer.

“I didn’t know - ” Xavier started.

“I’m sure you didn’t,” (Y/N) snapped. “Why are you still here? Your joint is finished, go fuck off back to your cabin. I’m sure your group of wannabe friends are all wondering where you are.”

Xavier sighed. He knew he deserved that.

He turned to start back for his cabin, but then stopped to face (Y/N) again. She now had her legs drawn up to her chest and was resting her head on her knees, doing everything in her power to not face Xavier. A single tear ran down her face, leaving a trail of black as her eye makeup was smudged by the water.

“I’m sorry,” he said. She turned to look at him. “For everything we said and did to you. Obviously none of us really considered that you were taking it to heart. You always just seemed so...uncaring and so...cool.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “Right, you thought I was cool.”

“I did,” Xavier admitted. “I always have. You seemed to let the bullshit just roll off your back. You never seemed to care. I thought that was amazing, and I wished I could just shrug off the shit people say about me. I never knew that it affected you like that...but I guess I should’ve considering...”

(Y/N) sighed. “Yeah well...it’s not like you guys are the only ones who say that shit. Even the adults have been saying it for years. Saying I’m a freaky little girl, refusing to let their kids hang around with me because they were afraid of what I’d do to them.”

The more she told him, the more Xavier felt bad that he ever went along with anything Montana had said about (Y/N). She wasn't a freak, she was just someone suffering from stupid rumors and lies about her.

“I’m so sorry,” he said again.

(Y/N) shook her head. “Don’t be sorry, really it’s fine.”

Xavier walked back and sat down beside her. She looked at him, confused. “Consider me your first friend. I’ll defend you from everyone, we can come down here to get away from the shitty kids, maybe have a joint every once in a while.”

She looked away from him, trying to hide her face. “Why? Why would you do that?”

“I told you, I’ve always thought you were cool. Maybe your coolness might rub off on me.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile, then laugh. Xavier smiled with her.

This is a sort of shitty imagine whoops but I’m in love with Xavier.

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protecting you ~ xavier;american horror story 1984

word count: 1360

request?: kind of?

description: when mr. jingles pays the new camp councillors at camp redwood a visit, they’re left trapped inside the cabin and waiting for death, and xavier has only one thing left to get off his mind

pairing: xavier plympton x female!reader

warnings: gore kind of, swearing, spoilers!

(Y/N), Trevor, Montana, and Xavier were huddled as far away from the door as possible as the maniac continued to angrily bang on the door. Suddenly (Y/N) wished she had decided to stay home alone instead of volunteered to come to this stupid camp. At least she’d be alive at home! But now she was going to die in a cabin surrounded by the bitch that started the rumors about her, some Jane Fonda backup dancer wannabe, and Xavier, the one person she didn’t mind dying with.

No, no she would not die tonight. (Y/N) stood from her spot on the floor, causing the others to look at her in shock.

“What are you doing?!” Montana shrieked.

“Sitting here like waiting ducks isn’t gonna do anything!” she responded. “Trevor, come with me.”

“What are we doing?” Trevor asked, standing as well.

You pointed to a nearby cabinet and the two of you went to move it in front of the door. It was heavy enough to block the door, effectively blocking off Mr. Jingles’ attempts to break the door down.

“Okay, that stops him from getting in, but it also stops us from getting out!” Montana hissed.

“Hey, dumb bitch,” (Y/N) snapped. “Turn around, there’s a window behind you. If we climb out of there now we can make a run for it before he comes around the back.” Everyone just sat and looked at her for a moment. She rolled her eyes and exclaimed, “Move, move!”

Montana was the first up, opening the window and pushed herself up and out of the window. Trevor went next, effortlessly climbing out of the window, leaving (Y/N) and Xavier to go last. (Y/N) looked to Xavier, silently telling him to go next, while he sent her the same silent message. Finally, she sighed and moved towards the window. As she went to climb out, a hand with a knife thrusted into the window, just barely missing (Y/N). She screamed as Xavier grabbed her and pulled her back.

In a moment of surprise heroics, Xavier managed to grab Mr. Jingles’ arm and wrestle the knife from his hand, stabbing the psychopath with it. Mr. Jingles exclaimed in pain and yanked his arm out of the window.

“There’s another cabinet, quick let’s move it,” (Y/N) said. They were quick to move the other cabinet in front of the window. It covered it enough and was heavy enough that they didn’t think Jingles would be able to move it on his own. “Is there another window? There has to be another window, right? They wouldn’t have one window.”

“There’s only one,” Xavier said after looking around. “Which is probably a good thing because Jingles would probably try and break all of them otherwise.”

Sudden panic began to hit (Y/N). Her one plan, although had gotten Trevor and Montana free, had backfired on her. Now she was really stuck inside the cabin, just waiting to die with no way out. She collapsed onto the bed, putting her hands over her mouth to muffle the sobs, although she wasn’t sure why.

Xavier looked at her, unsure of what else to do. She was the last person he expected to panic in this situation, especially since she had just pulled herself together enough to come up with the original plan. To see her so panicked now broke it heart.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Xavier told her. “We have his knife, he can’t hurt us right now. He’s probably gone after Montana and Trevor, we probably have the opportunity to run.”

(Y/N) started hyperventilating. “I’m not ready to die. I didn't sign up for this shit. I wish I stayed home, I wish I stayed home!”

Xavier quickly sat beside her and wrapped her in his arms, holding her close. He soothingly rubbed her arm, letting her go through her panic. She shook in fear against him before finally taking a couple deep breaths to calm her down.

“We still have a fighting chance,” Xavier told her. “I’ll give you the knife then go first. If he’s out there, then he’ll get me first and it’ll give you time to attack him and run. If he’s not, we’ll run to my car and get the fuck out of here.”

“Why?” she asked. “Why would you want to go first when you could possibly get murdered?”

“Because I’d rather it be me than be you,” Xavier responded. He handed her the knife, but she hesitated to take it, merely looking at Xavier in shock at what he said. “Take it please (Y/N), I’m not fighting you on this.”

“We’ve been friends for like a day,” (Y/N) said. “I hardly think that’s enough time to be wanting to be sacrificing yourself for me.”

Xavier shook his head. “It’s not just today though. (Y/N), I’ve liked you for so long, and I don’t just mean like a friend. Like I actually have had just a huge crush on you for so long, but I never told you. I was hoping this summer I could get close to you and by the end of it all I could ask you out, but it seems as though we’ll only have tonight left, and if that means I have to sacrifice myself to save you, then goddammit I will.”

(Y/N) looked at Xavier with tears in her eyes, unsure of how to respond. Before either of them could say anyone else, (Y/N) took Xavier’s face in her hands and pulled him to her, pressing her lips to his. She expected it to be a shock, but he relaxed into the kiss so effortlessly it was almost like he expected it to happen. It was a quick kiss, but very passionate. Before Xavier could comprehend what was happening, he felt (Y/N) press the handle of the knife into his hand before pulling away and running for the door.

With a bit of effort, she pushed the cabinet in front of the door over and opened the door. Xavier quickly stood, yelling for her to stop and following her out the door. They both paused and looked around, expecting the deranged killer to pop out of nowhere and come after them. When he didn’t, they looked to one another and bolted for the parking lot as fast as they could run. Xavier clutched the knife in his hand tightly, afraid of actually having to use it.

When the familiar van appeared in their sights they both put their all into their sprints until they literally ran into the van. Xavier fumbled with the key a moment before successfully unlocking the doors and they both climbed in. Xavier started the van and put his foot on the gas, zooming out of the parking lot together. They both looked at each other, wide smiles on their faces as their hearts raced with all sorts of emotions.

“Wait,” (Y/N) said, realization hitting her. “We can’t leave everyone else there! They’ll be killed!”

“That gas station is just down the road, we’ll call the police and they’ll come back to save them if they haven’t already escaped,” Xavier said.

“What if the police don’t get there on time? Or they can’t do anything?” (Y/N) questioned.

“They will,” Xavier assured her. “Don’t worry, we’ll save them.”

(Y/N) nodded, but still felt guilty about their decision to run. They were both silent, letting everything that had happened in the few hours they were at the camp sink in and promptly leave their minds. Once again, (Y/N) spontaneously leaned over and kissed Xavier’s cheek.

“I hope that confession still stands now that our lives aren’t in danger,” she told him.

Xavier smiled. “Of course it does. When we get back to town and don’t have to worry about any serial killers, I’m taking you on a real date, okay? Wherever you want to go, it’s all your choice.”

(Y/N) smiled brightly. Xavier reached over and held her hand tightly as the van rushed down the road and away from the nightmares they had endured.

This kinda sucked whoops