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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.

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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.

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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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thatswhatthepoetssay · 2 years

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Sunshine Boy Chapter 2

Franken Kyle Spencer X Reader

Word count: 1,241

Summery: A typical story of girl meets boy…and maybe some trouble along the way.

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St..uu..upid” He mumbles as he points his pointer finger at his chest.

“I know you’re not Kyle. You’re not stupid, okay?” I say while giving him a small smile.

Immediately I am engulfed in a tight hug. His arms wrap around me and his head goes to rest on my shoulder. After a few seconds, my hands start to stroke his hair in a soothing matter.

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Before I arrived at Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies, I thought that I was destined to be alone. A certain blonde proved otherwise, he showed me kindness that no one ever has.

Even though he had difficulty talking, somehow I always knew exactly what he wanted to say.

At one point I even thought I was a clairvoyant, but after a few other tests it turned out to not be the case.

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“An Ouija board huh?” I say while leaning on the wall next to the closet.

“Madison wants us to find her and we can't afford to lose a single witch if we want to survive.” Replies Zoe as she pours a drink into multiple shot glasses.

After Queenie’s terrifying story about her grandma and a spirit board, I was even less excited about the whole plan.

“There are four of us, and if we want to find Madison we need to witch up.” Says Zoe as she places the now empty shot glass on the board.

After a while of trying, and later contacting the Axeman, we finally managed to reach Madison. All four of us went up to the attic as the spirit board instructed.

It was a horrifying sight, Madison lying there with her arm severed in half. It looked like her body already started to decompose. Yet despite all of the horrific things that happened to her, she still looked peaceful.

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Ever since Madison’s return, the academy felt more like a war zone than a school. Fiona was going after possible supremes and rekindling old feuds with neighboring covens.

Despite everything that was going on, I could still seek comfort in my two closest friends at the academy. Due to the fact that I was getting closer to Kyle, it also meant that I was getting closer to Zoe.

Since the day I met her I knew that she was going to be a big part of my life.

“Hey YN, can you help me gather some herbs in the garden?” Asks Zoe, interrupting my thoughts.

“Yeah of course, I’ll grab the baskets.” I reply while getting up and going towards the kitchen.

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After spending about a half an hour out in Cordelia’s garden, Zoe and I head back inside.

“So Kyle seems to like you quite a lot..” Says Zoe as she empties the contents of her basket onto the table.

“Yeah I like him too, he’s a really good friend.” I reply while doing the same.

“Mhm.. he’s definitely the light this place needed.” She responds while looking at the dark hallway outside the kitchen.

Following our little chat in the academy’s kitchen, I went upstairs to clean up. Before getting in the shower I decided to pay Kyle a visit in his room.

After knocking a few times and getting no answer I figured that it was okay for me to come in. As I went through the door and into his bedroom, I saw him sleeping peacefully on his bed.

His body was fully under the covers except for one arm which was tangling off the bed and he had a light smile resting on his lips.

He looked almost angelic under the golden light of the sunset.

I was about to leave the room when I heard a quiet whisper of my name. I turned around and saw Kyle sitting up on the bed, he was smiling like a kid on christmas morning.

“Hey Ky, sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up.” I say as I walk up to him.

In response he just shook his head which made his blonde curls fall onto his face.

Instinctively I brought my hand up to his face to try and fix his hair. Immediately after my fingers connected with his golden curls, I noticed that Kyle closed his eyes and his dimples were now visible.

As I continued to play with his hair I realized that he started to lean on my shoulder. After a few minutes I removed my fingers from his hair and tried to get him back into bed.

“H..ha…p..py.” Stuttered Kyle as I pulled the blanket over his body.

“I’m happy too Ky.” I responded while giving him a small smile.

For the first time in a long time I could say that I was truly happy. Sure the coven played a big part in that happiness, but the main reason was Kyle.

“Okay I’m gonna go make you some dinner, in the meantime try and get more sleep.” I said as I finished tucking him in.

“N..no..sta..y.” Kyle hesitated for just a moment before taking my hand into his own.

At that I gave him a small nod and decided to lay down on the bed. After making sure that it was okay with Kyle, I got under the warm blanket.

After getting situated I noticed that Kyle was already drifting off to sleep. I moved a bit closer so that way I could be the big spoon and he the little.

Turns out that Kyle was a big fan of that idea. A few moments after my arm wrapped around him, he began to let out soft snores. His hand also went up to hold mine, as if to make sure that I wouldn’t get up and leave.

If there was one thing I knew for sure is that I would never leave Kyle Spencer.

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The following morning I was woken up by the sun which was seeping through the curtains. I turned to face Kyle and noticed that he wasn’t sleeping. His eyes were focused on my face, when he realized that I caught him staring he just gave me a goofy smile.

“G..g..ood..m…mm..moor-“ I smile as Kyle attempts to communicate his thoughts.

After a few seconds he lets out an irritated huff and burries his face in the pillow.

“Hey hey it’s alright. Good morning to you too Ky.” I comfort him as he continues to wallow.

I gently place my hand on his shoulder and tell him that I was going to go get us some breakfast. Once again he protests, but I still exist the bedroom telling him that I would be right back.

As I walked into the kitchen I noticed Zoe standing over by the fridge.

“Hey Zoe!” I greet her while grabbing two bowls out of the cabinet.

“Oh my god YN where have you been? I thought something happened .” Says Zoe as her face pales ans her arms go up to her heart.

“I was with Kyle, sorry didn’t mean to give you a scare.” At that she seems to slightly calm down, however her face remains a few shades lighter.

“With Kyle? Wha.. what do you mean?” She questions as she closes the fridge.

After a quick retelling of yesterday’s events, Zoe’s face regains its color. I knew she felt protective over Kyle ever since his death. What I didn’t know was the reason why..

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PS: Im currently working on a Kyle Spencer one-shot which should be posted soon. I also started working on the 3rd chapter of “Sunshine Boy” and let me tell y’all.. I already cried twice. The next chapter is no joke but Im so excited for you guys to read it! I will also be making a tag-list so let me know if you would like to be added! As always my requests are open so feel free to send them my way!:)

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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑦𝑙𝑒'𝑠 "𝑧𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛" 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒. 𝒴𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛, ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜.

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟: 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘈, 𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 :(, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢, 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺/𝘯.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝑦𝑒𝑝, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑑. 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑘𝑦𝑙𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑚, 𝑖𝑓 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝒦𝑦𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑓𝑎𝑣 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠!

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @sireanmagne <3

𝚈/𝙽 = 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

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𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑛!𝑘𝑦𝑙𝑒 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𓂂 ˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ 🦷 ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ ˖👥 빨 : 🪡 간 . 색✺ · 𓈒 ꕊ🦴. ⁺ ˳ ✢ ̥ৎ୭ ॱ 🌇ꊞ₊ . ྀྀ‎⠀◌

You had moved to the academy 5 months ago. You was a witch, young but talented.

Your powers are several: Telepathy, regeneration, healing, telekinesis, mind manipulation, environment manipulation and fire manipulation. You were the only witch in the academy capable of fully manipulating an element of nature, fire of course.

In short, you are considerably powerful.

Your main power (the one you use the most) is Telepathy, and the way it works on you is, let's say, "unusual". You can read anyone's mind if you place your palm lightly on their head. You also manages to reassure her by closing your eyes and passing your white magic to her.

On your second day at the academy, you went to a frat party (which you hate) with Madison, where as a result of various events, she overturned a bus. The problem was, your best friend Kyle Spencer was in there. And he ended up dying, even though he didn't do anything.

You then went to the morgue along with Madison, gathered his and other boys' body parts and "resuscitated" him. Well, "resurrected", because Madison gave up halfway through the process, you had to do the rest and Kyle woke up like an angry Frankenstein, who killed one of the guards on the premises.

Your power eventually summoned Misty, who took care of him.

You took him to the academy, Madison stayed for a few days wanting to "share him" with you, but when she got tired of it, she let it go. Since then, you've been taking care of Kyle, literally. You bring him food, help him put his clothes on, give him pictures to color, put him to sleep and much more. Kind of like nobody cares about Kyle, they always put him on the sidelines, except for you and sometimes Zoe.

Fiona found Kyle's supposed mother, and told you to "get rid of the kid quickly". Cordelia advised you to "take him where he shouldn't have left, to his home."

There you were, with no choice, packing the 2 shirts and 2 pants that Kyle had. He looked at you confused, sitting on the edge of your bed.

"C-clothes? W-w-why?" -- Kyle asks you and looks at you innocently, what broke you. -- "You'll know, Ky."

Clothes folded, you and Kyle headed to your car, heading to his mother's house. Glancing to the side, you saw Kyle watching the trees pass outside the window in fascination. "What do I do?" You asked yourself, thinking of the pain of simply leaving Kyle there, as if he were an object you used and no longer want.

It wasn't like that. You didn't want it to be like this.

You was thinking about turning around and staying with him like you promised.

But it was his mother, and you knew better than anyone how bad it was not having your own mother around.

You parked the car, got out and went to the backseat, where Kyle was. When he looked and saw the front of the house, he started to cringe, and the more you tried to get him out of the car, the more he grunted.

"What's wrong, Kyle? It's your house, we need to go. Your mother is desperate." -- It was in vain.

Around 4 or 5 minutes later, you managed to get him out of the vehicle. You took him to the door of the house, but you stayed there, waiting for his mother. The woman's face revealed itself the moment she opened the door. She reached out, trying to hug Kyle, but he was like a small child when he hugged around your waist.

"NO!" Kyle yelled, startling you. Kyle's mother then asked you to give her the boy, and so you tried to. -- "NO!!" Kyle yelled louder, and that was when you realized something wasn't right. -- "Ky, it's your mother. It's okay, I can come visit you." - You said it calmly, but as the words left your lips, he seemed to despair more. -- "S-stay." - Kyle said and you look at him confused. -- "W-w-with -y-you." Kyle was already crying. -- "Kyle, I can't keep you away from your own mother" -- You explained and felt the grip on your waist intensify. -- "Exactly Kyle, listen to what she said. Remember me? I'm your mommy, my good boy." -- My good boy. As soon as Kyle heard those words he seemed to lose his mind. -- "NO! Y-YOU NO! Y/N!" -- He said furiously, hugging you so tight that you thought if he let go you would fall.

You lifted your head and looked him deep in the eyes. -- "Kyle, what happened?" -- He just took your right hand and pressed your palm over his forehead. You understood what he meant. -- "Want me to find out what you're thinking?" - He nodded. Kyle's mom looked at you confused.

You closed your eyes and that's when you saw it. You saw everything Kyle went through.

Flashbacks of his screams, his despair.

You couldn't clearly identify who the woman on top of him was, but then you forced yourself to see.

And it was her. Kyle's own mother.

Tears streamed down yourr eyes as you removed your hand from the boy's face. All your sadness turned to hate in a matter of seconds. Kyle's flashbacks weren't the only ones that came to mind. Yours too. No one ever knew, no one but your mother. When you were 7 you went through the same situation, but with your uncle. "Uncle John" was what you use to call him. That ended your life.

You started to cry, but gathered all your strength and slapped the woman on the left side of the face, who tried to fight back, but before she could, she was thrown into a concrete wall. Your telekinesis was still developing, but it was pretty good.

You would go after her, but you heard Kyle's soft cry. -- "I-I'll s-s-stay with y-you?" -- Kyle asked -- "Yes Ky, you will. I don't care about Fiona, I'll manage." - You gently run your hands over Kyle's face and hug him, letting him wet your shoulder with tears. You two went to your car, got in and looked at each other. -- "It will take a while for Fiona to accept you there. Isn't it better you move in with Misty?" -- He shakes his head frantically. -- "I- d-don't c-care h-how long-it t-takes. A-as long as I-I-I'm-with y-y-you, I-Im s-s-safe." Kyle looked at you. He smiled when he said it, and damn, his smile. You would easily describe him as a helpless little angel. A helpless little angel who needed you, your love, your affection and your protection.

And you would make sure you secure all of that for him.

Without even noticing, small tears ran down your rosy cheeks. You kind of felt "special" to someone for a moment. You could finally help someone, give the love you never received. Grinning tight-lipped, you placed your hand on top of Kyle's, who lowered his head and looked at you again, his eyes twinkling. -- "I think it's a good idea for us to go to Starbucks first, don't you?" Kyle smiles back, you turn to grab the steering wheel and head towards the cafeteria. You picked up the coffee menu and showed it to Kyle, he pointed to the latte topped with whipped cream. It was always his favorite, even before his death. You've chosen a coffee-based Frappuccino, the best in your humble opinion. Leaving the place with 2 cups in your hands, you handed one of them to Kyle, who was waiting for you sitting on one of the wooden benches. Kyle smiled and tried to drink the coffee, knocking it over a little, but the mess was soon cleaned up by you, with the help of a tissue that you took already anticipating a possible accident.

After having your drinks, you decided to go back to the academy.

"Oh my God, if that old bitch finds out he's back, she'll kill you!" -- Madison says ironically and you just roll your eyes and take him to the main room. -- "Hey, he wasn't going to leave?" - Queenie asks confused pointing to Kyle. -- "Yes, but not anymore." - You smile slightly and when you try to continue your way with Kyle, you are stopped by the voices of Cordelia and… Fiona.

"I told you, Fiona" -- Cordelia's tone sounded amused. -- "Jesus Christ, what the hell do I need to do or say to get you to start obeying me?!" -- Fiona throws you across the room and Kyle quickly runs to you. Lucky for you that, after taking the woman's "punishes" so much, it didn't even hurt anymore. -- "Y/n?" - Kyle places his hands on your face, analyzing every detail of you. -- "I'm fine, Ky, it's okay." Fiona rolls her eyes and lights a cigarette. -- "Okay, keep the kid, but take care of him. I'm nobody's babysitter." -- Fiona's voice wasn't so close anymore, it was in the hallway. Kyle looked at you worried, but seemed to calm down when you gave him a reassuring smile, even though you were a little dizzy. -- "Let's go?" -- You ask Kyle who agrees and takes your hand helping you to get up. You two go to the shared room and lie down together. He snuggles his face into the crook of your neck and clings to your waist. You pull a blanket over you, his favorite. -- "S-song?" Kyle looked at you like a puppy dog and you smiled, knowing he wanted you to sing to him, which definitely calmed him down and put him to sleep. You started petting, lightly messing up the boy's blond hair, who smiled and lowered his eyes. A beautiful melody came out of your lips, in particular, one from one of the Disney movies, entitled "Brilliant Flower Shine". For anyone else, that would be stupid. But for you and him, it was comforting. His thin, relaxing voice sounded, Kyle's heartbeat calmed and the tightness in his chest eased away. Looking closely, you noticed Kyle sleeping. You smiled and hugged him fully, kissing the top of his disheveled blond hair and falling asleep next to him afterwards.

"No one will ever hurt you again, Ky."

That was your promise from that day on. And you wouldn't break it.

✻ ࣪ ◎ ↲🌹 ׄ ⃘◍ ꡵💌↖︎✿︎𝆬왝 ◜ ˚ ˳ْ 🦠 🧪 . ˑִ ֺ 🧸 • 🍯 ✿𝅼 ១♡ ⃞ ׅ ࣪ ꒰ 🥞 ꒱(੭ˊᵕ

!𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒. 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑, 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄!

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@sireanmagne, hope you like it! <3

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austinstyles · 10 months

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hopping on that last anon’s request for a friends to lovers but with whatever cody fern character ur comfortable with 😊

Hey anon thanks for your request. And I love the idea of making a friend to lovers. So I decided to do that with Xavier Plympton. Also just to say form the start I am going to remove the killers form the original AHS 1984. Because I am more comfortable with writing this fanfic without no killers in it. But they are still going to camp.(camp is mentioned) Also a disclaimer I have not seen AHS 1984, but I have seen some parts online. So I know what happens. But I will take my own spin on it.

Meant to be

Pairing: Xavier Plympton x fem!reader.

Description: the reader and Xavier go from friends to lovers. The reader has had a crush on him and finally they get together. Also has a happy ending. The group of friends just decided to have a fun summer out of LA.

Warning: kissing, drinking (responsible) also a little smoking. And spelling mistakes. Let me know if I miss anything.

1984

(after aerobics class/ parking lot)

Y/n pov

I just love doing aerobics, I found my passion for it 2 years ago. And I can honestly say found something that makes me feel like I belong. My friend Xavier also makes me feel like I belong. You can say that Xavier is one of my best friends. But I want to be more than friends with Xavier.

I am standing outside the aerobics studio after my lesson smoking in the parking lot. I only smoke cigarettes on occasion.

Soon I heard the door to the studio open, and I see my friends walking outside, with a dark haired girl. And they all walk up to me, i keep smoking until my cigarette is finished. I suddenly am only focus on Xavier beautiful eyes, I am lost in them.

Yes I have feelings for Xavier, I want to be more them friends with him. I have known him since we were both 15. And I just want to kiss his gorgeous lips with a burning passion.

“ Brooke this is our other friend y/n.” Montana said as she introduced me to this dark haired girl.

“ Nice to meet you Brooke.” I said as I wave at her. She seemed like an interesting person. And Brooke then gave me a smile and a wave.

“ So how long have you all known y/n?” Brooke asked my friends. So they all started to tell the stories of how they meet me. Then it was Xavier turn to tell our friendship story. “ Me and y/n have actually been friends since we were 15. And are still close.” Xavier said as he is smiling right at me. I smiled back at him.

But my heart feels like I want to be more than friends with Xavier, it kinda feels like I am in the friend zone with him. But I still am happy to have Xavier in my life. Maybe one day we can be more than friends. That is what I hope.

As my cigarette is finished I put it out on and stepped on it. I was getting ready to go to my car. As I see most of my friends and Brooke walking away and leaving the parking lot. Then I felt my shoulder getting taped. I then saw that it was Xavier and hat taped my shoulder. My mind is wondering all the things he can ask me. What if he actually wants to be more than just friends. Just like I want.

Xavier pov

As I am standing in the parking lot with my friends, my eyes are only focused on y/n. My heart is beating out of my chest every time I see her. But I don’t even know if she feels the same way. I enjoy being friends with y/n, but I also want to be her boyfriend.

I can’t deny that during aerobics classes I at times have been checking out y/n. All I want is to kiss her lips with a passion that we both contend to. As I see y/n about to leave to her car I just have to ask her something.

So I take my moment to tap on her shoulder, now we’re face to face. Maybe I can actually say the words that I really want to say.

“Y/n, I have been wanting to tell you this for some time. And I think now is the moment. I am in love with you. And I want you to be my girlfriend.” The words left my mouth. I finally confessed my feelings for the girl I love. My heart is beating so fast.

“Xavier, yes I want to be your girlfriend. I feel the same way about you. And I thought you wouldn’t feel the same way. But yes I want to be your girlfriend.”

Y/n just told me. And just a few seconds later we’re kissing. And it is so magical. I also think that going to be camp counselors with my friends and my new girlfriend is going to be fun.

Y/n pov

I can’t believe that me and Xavier are finally a couple. This is a dream come true, and I can’t believe that this is happening. And just in a few days our friend group is going to be camp counselors for some weeks of this summer. We decided that it could be fun. And know I am not only going to camp with my friends but also my new official boyfriend.

This summer is going to be fun, and I can’t wait. I finally convinced my feelings for the guy I liked also he likes me back.

At the camp

Xavier pov

We’re at the camp site, and it is very peaceful at the moment. And tomorrow the children are coming, this is going to be a great time.

After a tour of the camp and also learning all the rules, we held with what was needed. My eyes soon land on my girlfriend, that is helping carry the boxes to the kitchen. Still can’t believe we ended up together. And she makes me feel like no one has ever made me feel.

I can feel a spark when we’re together, and when we kiss it is like everything stops. I can’t imagine my life without y/n.

After everyone is done helping for the day we are just chilling out. Me and y/n decide yo go be alone, and just have some us time.

We’re kissing and my heart is beating out of my chest. This is meant to be. I am so excited to spend the summer with my friends and my amazing girlfriend. As we pull away form the kissing, y/n takes my hand and place it we’re her heart is.

“Xavier, my heart beats for you. I love you, and you and I are meant to be.”

Y/n tells me. Then I move my hand, and place y/n hand on my chest we’re my heart is placed.

“Y/n, feel my heart this is what you do to me. I love you. And were meant to be. This I believe with everything in my body.”

I said looking directly into y/n gorgeous y/e/c, and I see sparkles in this eyes. Can’t believe this is my real life. She is the best person I could ever ask to be my girlfriend.

Y/n pov

After me and Xavier had some alone time, we decided to go back to each of our cabins. I gave him a kiss to say goodbye, knowing we will see each other again tomorrow.

I am in the cabin I share with Brooke and Montana. Were just having friendly conversations and getting to know each other more. Well mostly Brooke getting to know me and Montana more, also we get to know Brooke more. I can see a friendship coming between me and Brooke.

This summer is going to me a great one. And I can’t wait to see what adventures we have in store.

And I can’t wait to spend my summer with Xavier.

Thanks for reading. And sorry that it took some time for this to be finished. I wanted to do my best. And I hope to write for for Xavier Plympton in the future. Also I might even write for him as a ghost. I hope everyone enjoyed reading this. I did try my best. And I hope to in the future at times write long fanfics, some times I just end up writing short ones. And if you want to longer Xavier Plympton fanfic I will definitely try at write one. Stay safe everyone and take care.

🩷😃👍🏻🌸🖤

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Tag list (for AHS 1984): @morby

#austinstyles writing #austinstyles #requested #requsts are open #thanks for the submission!#thanks anon!#request are open #thanks for the request!#fanfic #fanfiction #cody fern fanfic #cody fern fanfiction #cody fern #xavier plympton #xavier plympton fanfic #xavier plympton fanfiction #xavier plympton x reader #multifandom writer #ahs 1984

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shewrites444 · 2 years

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masterlist

hello lovies, to keep my page more organized and make it easier for you guys to navigate certain stories, i’ve attached below each smut i’ve written with the fandom and individual characters. all of my stores are x reader and nsfw. this will continue to be updated as i post more on my page.

i also did want to make it clear all characters are 18+ in my stories.

i will take most requests as well. just shoot me a message and i’ll see what i can work with if it’s a prompt i’m comfortable writing on. as of now, the characters listed below are really the only ones i write on because i know them well enough to portray.

thank you for reading! <3

wednesday

xavier thorpe

official

secrets

over

over part 2

competitive edge

watch me

jealousy

favorite distraction

for me

visitation

unexpected part 1 & 2

american horror story

michael langdon

the 8th wonder

xavier plympton

brother’s best friend

ghost

peaky blinders

thomas shelby

arranged

arranged part 2

earned it

earned it part 2

rule bender

the hunger games

coriolanus snow

fire

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beastsovrevelation · 7 months

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I remember there was a theory Montana's Mallory's mother (before she died). I think, I'll use that in Reign. It'll bring the perfect unhinged energy AHS radiates.

I did say Mallory's parents are dead in Ch 1. So, the witch gene leapt over Montana, and Mallory's as powerful because she was conceived by two ghosts. Seriously, Trevor can fuck right off, long live (be dead?..) Xantana. Of course, ghosts trapped in the middle of a forest can't properly raise a baby, so, Montana's (witch) mother does.

Here's the unhinged part. Mallory and Michael are played by Billie and Cody. Montana and Xavier (who haven't aged a day) are also played by Billie and Cody. Bonus points, Satan might as well look like Cody, just have a beard or something.

Imagine if they showed up in public together for some reason. The complete chaos.

Someone: "Whoah, you and that girl look identical. The guys look identical, too. Are you all siblings?"

Mallory: "No. *points* That's my husband, and they are my parents."

Someone: "Your... Parents?.."

Mallory: "Yeah. It's a long story. My husband looks exactly like my father-in-law, too. And, he's the Devil. My husband's the Antichrist, I'm a witch, and my parents are both ghosts."

Poor Mal. To find out her husband and father look like twins. How awkward.

Now, I'm thinking about Satan showing up at Redwood, to tell Montana and Xavier they're going to be in-laws. I guess, he'd be powerful enough to remove them from their haunting grounds. Bring them to the wedding, maybe? Finally introduce them to Mallory? The three can put the Richard thing behind them.

I haven't done much work on Reign lately, but I do love this idea. You know, to complicate the plot.

#ahs #ahs apocalypse #ahs 1984 #american horror story #mallory #michael langdon #montana duke #xavier plympton #ahs fanwork #ahs fanfic #ahs fanfiction #millory #xantana #diary pages #writing journal #reign #ahs fandom #horror fandom #cody fern #billie lourd #thinking of this was so fun and so hilarious #tho it isn't as funny in writing it out #i guess mal did have a last name then #mal and mike can bond over their weird ghost conception #montana and xavier would so deserve to be at their daughter's wedding #they could have been since everyone was cloaked #if satan and cordelia was on that outing people would think he's the third brother and she's the mom XD #i'd photoshop him but I don't have photoshop and wouldn't know what else to use airbrush doesn't have beard filters #yeah the richard thing would be a sore spot but I think he just kept resurrecting him because he was bored #fanfiction ideas

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sincerethoughtsblog · 2 years

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Evan Peters is a work of art

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evanswifeily · 1 month

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Im just so in love with Evan peters how do I stop this obsession with this man

Honestly I don’t know. I’m literally over foot for him. My family and friends are so pissed off at me for talking about him ALL THE TIME.

Can someone please pay for my therapy?

Maybe a therapy will help with my obsession…

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thatswhatthepoetssay · 2 years

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Sunshine Boy Chapter 1

Franken Kyle Spencer X Reader

Word count: 806

Summery: A typical story of girl meets boy…and maybe some trouble along the way.

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When we are young we are told stories of magical castles, brave knights, and evil witches.

As I step through the doors of Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies, I can feel the sweat starting to build on the palms of my hands. After the meeting with the headmistress, I have some time to explore my new home.

The portraits of previous supremes stand out on the snow-colored walls.

They look so poised and solemn, not a single smile in sight, how peculiar.

“Hey, you’re the new girl right?”Asks the brunette-haired girl.

I’m the new girl at a school for witches..right.

“Yeah actually, I just got here a few hours ago” I answer hoping to sound as nice as possible.

“Alright then follow me, you will be bunking with me and Madison.” She says as starts to walk up the curved stairs.

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By sunset, I knew all of the necessary schedules, routines, and even picked up on some gossip.

After asking the girl from earlier, whose name turned out to be Zoe, for directions to the bathroom. I grabbed my things and headed toward what I thought was the correct room.

Upon entering the thought-to-be bathroom I quickly realized that it was a bedroom.

I'm instantly met with a pair of brown eyes that carry a confused expression. To my surprise, they belong to a boy with sun-colored hair.

Isn’t this supposed to be an academy for “exceptional young ladies”?

“I'm sorry I didn’t mean to barge in, I was looking for the bathroom.” I explain while looking at him. Instead of replying he simply gets up and cautiously walks over to where I’m standing.

As he stands in front of me with confusion written all over his face, I see someone walking toward the room.

“Oh hi YN, I thought you were going to the bathroom?” Says Zoe as she walks through the doorway.

“Yeah I was trying to find it, but ended up here.. who’s this by the way” I eye the blonde boy in-font of me.

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After Zoe’s quick explanation, I turn back to who now is known to be Kyle.

“Well Kyle my name is YN, I’m new, sorry again for barg-“ Before I could finish my sentence Kyle raises one of his hands and gently places it on the side of my cheek. Zoe quickly moves his hand away while telling him that he shouldn’t do that.

That was an oddly comforting way to say “hello.”

“Um well I guess I’ll just go now, sorry again” I quickly add as I walk out into the hallway.

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The following morning instead of waking up to see my new roommates, I woke up to see a note placed on my bedside table.

“Cordelia needed us to get some supplies so we are going to be out for a bit. Would you mind bringing some breakfast over to Kyles's room? Sorry for being a bother, Zoe. Ps: There are pancakes on the counter:)”

After reading the note I quickly get dressed and head downstairs to get some food for myself and Kyle.

“Kyle? Its YN. Is it okay if I come in? I brought some food.” I say as I slightly open the door. As soon as I come into the bedroom I immediately spot Kyle sitting on the floor with some sort of cards all around him.

“F..ood?” He questions as I sit down setting the breakfast tray in front of him.

“Yeah food, there are chocolate chip pancakes today!” I reply while taking a pancake from the stack.

His eyes immediately light up as he reaches for the plate. His face scrunches up in concentration as he pours the syrup on his pancake.

Something about his golden locks falling onto his face makes me want to just reach up and brush them away.

“So Kyle.. how long have you been here?” I ask while taking a sip of my coffee.

He looks at me and starts to try to communicate his thoughts. After a few seconds, he lets out an irritated puff and buries his face in his hands.

“Hey it's okay-“ I try to calm him down by placing a hand on his shoulder “- take your time.”

At that, he raises his head and lets out a small whine. He looks so exhausted, his eyes have a tear-like sheen and his lips are formed into a frown.

“St..uu..upid” He mumbles as he points his pointer finger at his chest.

“I know you’re not Kyle. You’re not stupid, okay?” I say while giving him a small smile.

Immediately I am engulfed in a tight hug. His arms wrap around me and his head goes to rest on my shoulder. After a few seconds, my hands start to stroke his hair in a soothing matter.

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PS Whenever I post Chapter 2 It will be A-LOT longer. In the meantime I will be posting different Ahs stories, one-shots, and requests. Im currently working on a Tate Langdon one that will be posted in a few days! Lmk if you guys have any requests for future stories :)

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aecassie · 2 years

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◜ ˚ ˖ ࣪ ̎✧ ⸼ ཀ༼ 𝟳̵𝟳̵𝟳̵ ༽ཫ ⸼ ̎✧ ࣪ ⋆·˚ ༘ * 🔭•°. *࿐⋆.ೃ࿔*:･. ˚◞♡ ⃗ 🎐*ೃ°࿐*ੈ✩‧₊˚

𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝒯𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑜𝑛, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ <3

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑦 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 (𝑠𝑚, 𝑖'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔), ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑠, 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑑!

!𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒆!

𝒮/𝒩 = 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑛𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝒮/𝒮 = 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝒞/𝒞 = 𝑐𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜 <3

𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚! 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

༚.° Ꮺ⠀⭒ ࿙࿚୨⋆୧࿙࿚ ⭒ ۫۫⠀⋆ ࣪. ୧ ♡ ୨ ִ ۫ ⁎ .ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ♡ ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ⠀𓊆ʚ♡⃛ɞ𓊇⠀✄ ₊˚๑⠀✮· 𓈒 🦴.

Você tinha acabado de voltar da escola, grande merda.

Abrindo as portas rangentes da tenebrosa casa intitulada como "The murder house", logo subiu as escadas de tamanho generoso afim de encontrar seu melhor amigo, Tate.

Repentinamente, no décimo segundo degrau (sim, você contou), uma mulher de poucos amigos esbarra em seu ombro, lhe olhando com estranheza. Bom, era Constance Langdon, mãe de Tate. A reconhecendo, deu o que era pra ser um sorriso à mais velha que te observou, centímetro por centímetro.

"Então.. Quem seria você? Acho que tenho o direito de descobrir quem entra ou sai da minha casa, não?" -- Um pouco nervosa, você se ajeitou e respondeu desajeitadamente

"Ah, claro, sinto muito pela indelicadeza, meu nome é S/N S/S, sou uma amiga do Tate!" -- É, você poderia descrever a expressão de desprezo presente na mulher.

"Ei, mãe, deixe ela subir, eu que a chamei!" -- Tate diz descendo as escadas

"Certo, acho que pode entrar. Suba e se quiser qualquer coisa peça ao Tate." -- Constance se vira e sai de perto de vocês dois, aliás, que belo alívio.

"Sinto muito por ela. Bom, vamos ao meu quarto?" -- Tate sorri de lábios cerrados, o que derrete seu coração por dentro.

Você concorda com a cabeça e o segue, os dois entram no quarto, Tate se senta na cama, já você, resolve passar suas delicadas mãos sobre os discos de CD na prateleira do loiro, que te olha sorrindo de um modo... apaixonado?

"Mentira! O lançamento do Nirvana? Onde comprou?" -- Você observa fascinada o CD frio apoiado em seus dedos, rindo de maneira até mesmo estúpida, considerando que era apenas isso, um CD.

Tate te olha e se levanta da cama, indo ao seu lado. Ele estende a mão com o intuito de pegar a embalagem do CD, mas por sorte ou azar, acaba pegando em suas mãos.

Vocês se olham por alguns segundos, e logo se afastam.

"É, na locadora, sabe, aquela da esquina do colégio."

"Ah, entendi. Talvez eu vá lá comprar também."

Você pegou um disco do Elvis Presley e colocou no DVD. "Can't Help falling in love with you" era a fatídica música que tocava ao fundo.

Tate, talvez cansado de tanto guardar o que sentia por você, se aproxima e pega levemente seu braço, te virando para ele.

"Tate, tá tudo.." -- Tate nem te deixa acabar, apenas agarra sua cintura e te beija. Você nem conseguia raciocinar naquele momento, era tudo muito confuso.

Não era nada apressado, era calmo, e doce.

As mãos de Tate eram quentinhas, o beijo dele era macio e bom, era reconfortante.

Vocês se separam.

"Olha, merda, me desculpa, s/n, eu nem sei o porque de eu ter feito isso, eu devia saber que você não-" -- Dessa vez, foi você quem não o deixou terminar a frase. Você colocou suas mãos na nuca do maior, que enroscou os dedos em seus fios c/c.

Vocês ficaram se olhando por um tempo, você estava em choque, mas um choque bom. Tate por sua vez, não conseguia tirar as mãos de sua cintura.

"Eu te amo, S/n S/s."

"Eu também te amo, Tate Langdon."

Vocês fizeram de tudo, conversaram, ouviram músicas, várias e várias coisas.

O tempo voou, e já eram 1 da madrugada. Finalmente vocês resolveram dormir, se deitaram na cama de Tate, na famosa conchinha. Tate era, (obviamente), a conchinha menor. Ele se agarrou a você, fechou os olhos e aproveitou o carinho único que só você sabia fazer. Depois de quase 5 minutos, ele percebeu que o carinho parou.

Você tinha dormido.

Tate só deu um sorrisinho com a cena, tirou uma mecha de cabelo de seu rosto e distribuiu vários selinhos em seus lábios e em seu rosto por completo, depois chegando bem perto, te olhando com apreciação.

"Você fica linda quando dorme."

Tate disfere um último selinho na ponta do seu nariz, se agarrando a sua cintura mais uma vez, sendo ele o adormecido agora.

E vocês dormem assim, unidos um ao outro, ouvindo Nirvana como "canção de ninar".

Não poderia ser mais perfeito.

~ Your lips my lips, Apocalypse. ~

..⃗.🐰•̩̩͙⁺° ‹𝟹 !¡ 𓂃 ִֶָ ִֶָ ⋮﹕ᵎᵎ₀₀ ♡ ៸៸𓂃⁩⋆ ࣪.⊹.° ᵎᵎ ꞋꞌꞋ ✦ ᴓ˟ ִ ۫𓍯 ִֶָ 🥛 ،،̲ 🜲 ᶻᶻᶻ ⌕ ◡̈💀 𓍢٪ ˖ ⎙

!𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐔 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐎 𝐍𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐌 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋, 𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒!

૮ / / / ก ა ᐢ⸼⸼ᐢ ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა •᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ૮₍｡´• ˕ •`｡₎ა꒰ ིྀ ꒱⠀ಣׅ ୧⠀ೀ ׅ ۫ ⠀♡𝆬 ⠀◌⃘ ̇ 𓇼 ︶ ⊹

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