#ahs 1984 fanfic

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I swear if someone will say that Evan Peters is just a man i don’t know what I’ll do to them yet BUT HE IS A GOD‼️

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late night sins ~ xavier plympton;ahs 1984

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

request?: yes!

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

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

pairing: xavier plympton x poc!female!reader

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

masterlist (one, two, three)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~

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

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

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

“What are you guys doing?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Definitely not like wine,” she croaked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Religion sounds boring,” Chet said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But...but what if she did?

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

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

~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

“Shh!” he said. “It’s just me.”

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

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

“It couldn’t wait until morning?”

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

She stared at him blankly. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Xavier, this can wait until morning.”

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

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

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

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

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

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

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

Okay, maybe she shouldn’t say that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

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

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

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

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

“My tongue.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve seen you before, you know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She giggled. “Majorly.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that.”

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

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

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

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

“Really?” she asked.

“Only if you want to,” he responded.

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

“That’s a yes, by the way,” she said.

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

“I guess you should.”

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

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

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

[austinstyles]

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.

🩷😃👍🏻🌸🖤

Grace

Tag list (for AHS 1984): @morby

[shewrites444]

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

challengers

art donaldson

pretty

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One Way Ticket

Tate Langdon x Reader | Angst |

Summary: Seven months worth of empty promises. Seven months of waiting for things to change yet somehow they always stay the same. Trying to change the outcome of an already released film, is just as pointless as trying to leave the Murder House.

Word Count: 865

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Ten months ago, YN moved in into the famous house of horrors in Los Angeles, California.

Nine months ago, a strange yet compelling boy next door introduced himself to her as Tate Langdon, one of her neighbors from down the street.

Eight months ago, the pair shared their very first kiss.

Seven months ago, Tate had asked YN to be his girlfriend, to which she of course agreed.

At first everything was absolutely perfect, Tate would come over every day and since YN has been busy with finishing her last year of high school online, it was the ideal plan. She wouldn’t have to leave her house and could focus on her studies, and Tate could enjoy his “nature walks”, as he called them.

The two teens enjoyed spending time together and could confide in one another about different troubles.

However as summer approached, the honeymoon phase of their relationship seemed to end. They started getting into more and more fights, which would almost always end up in Tate begging for forgiveness.

At first the fights were about small things that piled up, but as time passed their problems only grew.

After finishing school, YN wanted to get out of the house more, maybe even book a trip for the summer. Tate however wanted nothing to do with those plans. He was set on sticking to their regular routine and would always insist on putting off her plans for different times.

One day after suggesting yet another fun summer activity and getting turned down yet again, the poor girl has had enough.

“Alright you know what.” Tate gave her a look but continued looking through her cd collection.

“Why do you always insist on always staying at my house? I there like a warrant for your arrest that I don’t know about?” She scoffed.

Tate simply mumbled something about privacy turned to look out the window. He knew he couldn’t tell her, she would think he was absolutely crazy and would kick him out. He was genuinely surprised that none of the other spirits showed themselves to her yet.

After deciding that silence wasn’t a good enough response, YN let out a sigh and moved towards the door.

“You need to go. Now.” At that Tate turned back to her, his eyes widened at her words. For six months of their relationship they hadn’t fought once. However after summer started they seemed to fight quite often.

“Wha-what? Please YN don’t.” He pleaded.

“No Tate, I’ve had enough. You’re always so secretive, you never wanna do anything outside my house. Speaking of, i’ve never even been to yours!” She exclaimed as her cheeks began to heat up from anger.

“I’ve tried to be understanding, I really did. But I can’t keep doing this anymore. Leave and don’t come back Tate.”

He couldn’t help but just stand there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. Tate knew he couldn’t just walk out because she would watch him leave. She would see how as soon as his foot steps over the property line he disappears.

“Fine since you wanna be difficult, i’ll leave. But you better be gone by the time I come back.” She stated as her pointed finger poked his chest.

Quickly YN grabbed her purse and phone making her way into the hallway. She carefully went down the stairs and reached for the door handle.

As the front door opened she felt a punch to the gut and let out a yelp as she fell to the floor. At first she thought she was getting robbed, but the attacker seemed to only be interested in her.

She received a few more punches to her abdomen, then a women’s face came into view. She had a blonde updo and strangely familiar facial features.

“Stay still dear, shouldn’t be long now.” The woman whispered as she gently whipped the tears off of YN’s face.

Before YN could comprehend what had happened the woman left. That’s when the girl moved her hands towards her stomach. As her fingers touched the fabric of her shirt, she realized it was soaked with unknown liquid.

At first she thought that maybe she had spilled something. However, as YN raised her hand to inspect the unfamiliar liquid, she quickly realized it was none other than blood.

Panic started to overtake YN as she figured out she was stabbed by the blonde. Her eyes darted across the foyer in an attempt to find her phone and call for help.

As she lay on the floor, unable to get up or even move, a few stray tears escaped her eyes.

She had only recently graduated, her life was only beginning. She should have gotten to live it to the fullest and enjoy all the joys of it. Instead she was robbed of that. YN would never graduate college, travel the world, or marry the love of her life.

While her mind was racing with thousands of thoughts, her eyelids slowly became heavier. Her breath became labored and her whole body continued to shiver.

After a few more minutes of agony, YN became yet another victim of the Murder House.

Another soul added to the collection.

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Ps: Hi guys! I know i’ve kinda disappeared for a while but im back. I would really like to start writing more so here I am. Requests are open so please feel free to send them! <3

Kisses and hugs, Anna

[sunshine17daisy]

AMERICAN HORROR STORY MASTERLIST

Hello! My name is Sunshine and I am an aspiring author. In this masterlist you can find all my works for this series linked under their respective characters. I write for the characters listed but I will make some exceptions if requested. Thank you and happy reading!

TATE LANGDON

-coming soon!

VIOLET HARMON

-coming soon!

NORA MONTGOMERY

-coming soon!

LANA WINTERS

-coming soon!

KIT WALKER

-coming soon!

SISTER MARY EUNICE MCKEE

-coming soon!

MADISON MONTGOMERY

-coming soon!

ZOE BENSON

-coming soon!

CORDELIA GOODE

-coming soon!

MISTY DAY

-coming soon!

KYLE SPENCER (Pre- and Post-Death)

-coming soon!

DANDY MOTT

-coming soon!

TRISTAN DUFFY

-coming soon!

JAMES PATRICK MARCH

-coming soon!

ELIZABETH/THE COUNTESS

-coming soon!

KAI ANDERSON

-coming soon!

WINTER ANDERSON

-coming soon!

MICHAEL LANGDON

-coming soon!

BROOKE THOMPSON

-coming soon!

XAVIER PLYMPTON

-coming soon!

MONTANA DUKE

-coming soon!

HARRY GARDNER

-coming soon!

This masterlist along with my others will be updated any time a new fic is dropped or in the process of being worked on.

THE ULTIMATE MASTERLIST

[beastsovrevelation]

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."

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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.

[evanswifeily]

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…

[american-horror-story-writer]

Heyyyy, I love your recent post! I was wondering if you could do some Micheal Addams work? There just isn't enough of micheal nor the Addams these days and i think they'd work great!

-🦇

I saw another person do some Micheal Addams work, but there posts were from 2020 and stuff. So if you'd like I could give you their @ but for now I will start working on Michael Addams stuff! Thank you anonn! 😊

[austinstyles]

I wanted to post this poll to find out what everyone that read this wants me to write a fanfic about. Like do you want Austin Butler or Niall Horan or Cody Fern. Also if you want a fanfic based on the characters they play that I write for. (Also this poll is done in one week. Will also be sharing the results.)

[coopermorrow]

American Horror Story Masterlist

This is my official masterlist for American Horror Story characters. I write for all the characters listed as well as others if it is requested. I will also write for their actors. For additional information, please refer to the post linked below.

This masterlist along with my others will be updated everytime a new story/fic is written or in the works of being written.

TATE LANGDON:

-none yet

VIOLET HARMON:

-none yet

NORA MONTGOMERY:

-none yet

LANA WINTERS:

-none yet

KIT WALKER:

-Comfort - Kit Walker x Reader

SISTER MARY EUNICE MCKEE:

-none yet

QUEENIE:

-none yet

MADISON MONTGOMERY:

-none yet

ZOE BENSON:

-none yet

CORDELIA GOODE:

-none yet

MISTY DAY:

-none yet

KYLE SPENCER (Pre and Post Death):

-none yet

DANDY MOTT:

-none yet

TRISTAN DUFFY:

-none yet

JAMES PATRICK MARCH:

-none yet

ELIZABETH/THE COUNTESS:

-none yet

KAI ANDERSON:

-none yet

WINTER ANDERSON:

-none yet

MICHAEL LANGDON:

-none yet

MALLORY:

-none yet

BROOKE THOMPSON:

-none yet

XAVIER PLYMTPON:

-none yet

MONTANA DUKE:

-none yet

HARRY GARDNER:

-none yet

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MASTERLIST

ahs

Sunshine Boy 1 , 2 | Kyle Spencer |

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

Born In Flames | Tate Langdon |

synopsis: Can the devil himself find comfort in simple things? Or does he crave something more cynical..

Study Buddy | Tate Langdon |

synopsis: You have been feeling quite unmotivated recently so Tate shows his support by helping you out.

One Way Ticket | Tate Langdon |

synopsis: Seven months worth of empty promises. Seven months of waiting for things to change yet somehow they always stay the same. Trying to change the outcome of an already released film, is just as pointless as trying to leave the Murder House.

[smileygoth]

Hellcheer at Redwood - Part Six (Stranger Things / AHS 1984)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

The final chapter! Eddie manages to escape Mr Jingles and circles back to find the others. But even what he's seen so far doesn't prepare him for the madness that awaits him ...

Word Count: 3,858 words.

CW: blood, violence, murder, swearing, spoilers for AHS 1984.

Image from known-as-the-woman here on Tumblr.

Eddie had never run so far for so long in his life. His legs were aching, his lungs were burning, and he was mentally cursing every cigarette he’d ever smoked. Every time he thought he’d lost his pursuer and dared to slow down, he’d hear the jingle of his keys some way behind him and would immediately speed up again. He was starting to feel a very real fear that he wasn’t going to get out of these woods alive.

At least Chrissy might be okay, he thought. Then: Oh great, you’ve sacrificed yourself for some cheerleader chick who didn’t even know you existed until this afternoon. You sure do pick your moments to do the right thing, Eds.

He was so busy berating himself that he didn’t realise he had come across the road until he literally fell onto it. His feet hit hard tarmac and, surprised at the change from soft, gripping mud, he stumbled and fell, bashing his knee hard on the way down. “Ow – shit!”

He scrambled to his feet and tried to keep running, but his knee protested, refusing to take his weight. Miserably, he hobbled across the road and dived into the undergrowth on the other side, hoping he could hide. He curled up as small as he could and peered out through the bushes at the road, waiting for Mr Jingles to emerge.

As he waited, he heard voices arguing – one of them sounded like Montana. He was about to get up and run to them when he saw movement in the other side of the road. The dark shape of Mr Jingles emerged, and he froze in place. His blood chilled as he waited for the killer to cross the road and find him.

But that didn’t happen. Mr Jingles stayed in the treeline on the other side of the road, waiting. Then the rough rumble of a motorcycle engine reached Eddie’s ears. It swelled, getting louder and closer, until it was almost on him. Eddie squinted through the bushes, trying to see what was going on.

The motorcycle roared past. In a flash, Eddie saw many things at once. He saw that it was Ray on the bike. He saw Mr Jingles step out and raise his arm, the glimmer of metal catching in the bike’s headlights. He saw a spray of blood as Ray’s head flew from his shoulders. He saw the head bounce on the tarmac twice before rolling into the bushes. He saw the bike, still carrying Ray’s body, waver and slow as it rolled through the gates of Camp Redwood, toppling over a hundred yards or so further on and spilling Ray to the floor.

What he didn’t see was where Mr Jingles went. He looked up from the sight of Ray’s decapitated body leaking blood across the road to see that the killer had vanished. He sat frozen for what seemed like an eternity, listening and hearing nothing. His eyes scoured the treeline for movement and saw none. A crawling feeling crept up and down his spine as he sat there, suddenly convinced that the second he stood up, Mr Jingles would be there to chop his head off too.

Eventually, as his legs started to cramp beneath him, Eddie’s eyes started to wander back to the motorcycle that now lay abandoned on the side of the road. It’s right there, his mind insisted on telling him. You could get to it in five seconds if you get up before your legs go numb. You could get on that thing and be out of here, home free. Go to he nearest town, call the cops and live another day.

He thought about it. He pictured himself doing it. But that would mean leaving Chrissy and the others behind with just one car to get them out, when the bike would take at least one more person, maybe two at a push. He pictured himself riding the bike out of there with Chrissy clinging to his back, and he felt a flush of pleasure at the idea. Big hero Eddie, riding out of danger with the girl. Nice fantasy, Eddie, now get real. You go back, you’re gonna die.

Eddie drummed his fingers on his knee in frustration as he tried to decide. Finally he muttered, “Ah, fuck it,” and stood up.

No one was around. No Mr Jingles to slice off his head like the dumb character in a fairy tale. He stepped onto the road cautiously, trying to look everywhere at once. And when Mr Jingles still didn’t appear, he set off at a fast limp, back into the camp.

He had no idea where anybody was. The woods seemed dense and silent, as if everything was smothered by a heavy blanket. Not knowing what else to do, he started to head back to the boathouse, where he had last seen anyone. Then he heard the unmistakeable sound of gunshots – three gunshots, close together, coming from Margaret’s cabin. He paused.

Jingles doesn’t use a gun, he thought. Maybe someone shot him.

The thought cheered him, and he headed in the direction of the gunshots, keeping to the shadows as much as he could. Eventually the cabin came into sight. Seeing movement and hearing voices inside, he crept up to a window and peered inside. What he saw was one of the last things he expected. Mr Jingles was lying on the floor, apparently dead, and that was good. But Margaret and Trevor were standing over him, and as Eddie peered over the window ledge Margaret thrust Jingles’ long knife deep into Trevor’s stomach. Aghast, Eddie watched as she said something – it sounded like “God has given me the strength to accept my true self” – and twist the knife upward before pulling it out. Trevor groaned in pain and collapsed to the floor. Eddie continued to watch as Margaret bent over and sliced off one of Trevor’s ears, then held it up and gazed at it with a contented smile.

That was enough for him. He dropped down, pressed his back against the side of the cabin, and tried to think. But he couldn’t get what he’d seen out of his head. Margaret was Jingles, his mind babbled. Not Jingles – she was Jingles, she was the killer, she massacred the camp in 1970! Jesus Christ, does that mean there’s three killers here now?

Nervously, he got up and poked his head up over the window ledge again to get another look inside. He nearly yelped in surprise when he saw what he had thought was the dead body of Mr Jingles get to his feet. He quickly ducked back down again. Rita’s not Rita, Margaret is Jingles, and more killers keep turning up?! What the fuck is going on?!

“Mm-mm, nope,” he muttered under his breath. “That’s it. I’m out.”

As quietly as he could, he crept away from the cabin, waiting until he was in the cover of the woods before he started to hurry. He didn’t know where he was going exactly, he just needed to get away from that cabin.

He hadn’t gotten far when the sky off to one side suddenly illuminated in fire and a low boom rattled the ground. Eddie spun to face it and saw a plume of fire rise up above the trees, then die down to be rapidly replaced by a smudge of dark smoke against the night sky. He hesitated, wondering if he should go towards it or run the hell away.

Then a hand clapped down heavily on his shoulder. He yelled in surprise and fear and spun away, raising a fist to punch out.

Xavier stood behind him, with Brooke at his side. Xavier was swaying unsteadily on his feet, his face and hands covered in ugly red blisters and weeping sores.

“Jesus H Christ!” Eddie exclaimed. “What happened to you?”

“Jingles,” Xavier muttered. “And he didn’t even have the decency to finish me off.”

Brooke shot him a disapproving glance. “What was that explosion?” she asked Eddie.

Eddie shrugged. “No idea, man. I just got here.”

Xavier sighed. “Come on,” he said, and started walking toward the explosion. Brooke and Eddie followed. As they walked, Xavier looked back over his shoulder at Eddie and gave a lopsided smile. “I’m glad you’re still alive, rock star.”

Eddie smiled back weakly. “You too, man,” he replied.

Trying to keep low and quiet, they headed through the trees directly toward the fire in the neat distance. Before long they emerged near the shower blocks to see a bonfire burning, and in its midst was the shell of a car. Standing before it was Margaret, Montana, Chrissy and Chet, all staring with looks of misery on their faces.

Xavier let out a low groan as they joined the others. “That was our way out,” he said weakly.

“What happened?” Brooke cried.

Chet shook his head. “It was on fire when we got here,” he replied. Eddie heard the waver in his voice and looked over at him. In the firelight the blood soaking his tracksuit and the way he was holding his arm made it clear he was badly injured.

“It was so awful,” Margaret said, her voice high with dismay. She stepped out in front of everyone like a performer delivering a speech. “Jingles attacked me, and I thought I was dead! But Trevor … he was so brave … but Jingles killed him.”

Eddie slid a sly glance at the others. Everyone looked dismayed – Montana looked devastated – but nobody questioned it. Why would they? They’d seen Jingles kill plenty of people tonight. He tried to keep his expression blank.

“And the car?” Xavier asked.

“It must have been Jingles,” Margaret replied with a shrug. “He doesn’t want to let any of us escape.”

Xavier stepped forward. “This is the way,” he cried. “This is what we have to do! We have to build a signal fire, big enough for them to see – for planes to see! We’ll burn the trees, burn the whole damn camp!”

“Nobody’s burning shit,” Montana snapped. “We need an exit plan.”

“She’s right, Xavier,” Brooke said. “You have to calm down, just breathe!”

Eddie quietly sidled closer to Chrissy as Xavier began shouting and raving. Putting out his hand, he grabbed hers and pulled her to his side. When she looked at him questioningly, he put his finger to his lips. She looked confused, but nodded.

Xavier had gotten hold of a burning length of wood and was brandishing it like a torch. “Get back!” he was yelling. “This is the only way, don’t you see? It all has to burn!”

“What the hell is happening?” Eddie muttered.

There was a dull thud, and Xavier’s eyes rolled back in his head before he slumped to the ground. Behind him, Margaret stood with a gun in one hand, holding it by its muzzle. “Forgive me,” she cried. “I had to stop him before he hurt someone!”

Brooke sighed and ran forward. “Let’s get him to a cabin,” she said.

Montana rolled her eyes and Chet groaned. As Margaret and Brooke picked Xavier up between them, Chrissy started forward to help, but Eddie tugged on her hand. “Wait a sec,” he whispered.

Carrying Xavier, Brooke and Margaret headed toward the cabins, with Montana supporting Chet. Eddie waited until they were almost out of sight, then turned to Chrissy. “I need to tell you something,” he said. “I saw Trevor die.”

Chrissy gasped. “You did?”

He nodded. “But Chrissy – Jingles didn’t kill him. Margaret did.”

“What!” Chrissy shook her head. “No!”

Eddie nodded again. “And she said something about her accepting her true self … Chrissy … I think she was the one who killed all the campers in 1970 – not Jingles!”

Chrissy stared at him in horror. “Are … are you sure?”

“Well, I don’t have proof, but …” He paused, then plunged ahead. “Chrissy, I think we should just get out of here. Everyone’s going crazy, I don’t know who to trust any more. There’s a bike on the road just outside of camp. We can get on it and get out of here.”

“What?” Chrissy frowned and took a step back. “Just … leave everyone here to die?”

“No, no, of course not!” Eddie grabbed her arms to hold her in place. “We go to the nearest town and call the cops! Get help!”

“They won’t get here in time,” Chrissy argued, shaking her head.

Eddie pursed his lips in frustration. “Chrissy,” he said. “We’ve gone from one killer to three all in one night. Nurse Rita isn’t Nurse Rita, Xavier’s lost the plot, who knows about the others … We can’t trust them! For all we know they’re all killers!”

Chrissy paused. “Well … Chet did say that Ray killed someone,” she replied. “And that he came here to hide from the police.”

Eddie stepped back and jabbed the air with one finger. “See? You see? That’s exactly what I mean! We don’t know who they are and … The only person I trust here is you.”

“Me?” Chrissy said with a small smile.

Eddie smiled back. “Yeah,” he said.

Chrissy opened her mouth to reply, then her eyes darted to the side. “Did you see that?” she asked. “I think it was Ray!” Before Eddie could stop her, she turned and ran into the trees.

Eddie swore and ran after her. “Chrissy!” he hissed. “Wait! Ray's de- .... ah, shit!”

They ran through the trees, Chrissy calling out to Ray in a low voice. Eddie couldn’t see in front of her, but she seemed to be following someone, so he just followed her, trying to ignore the ache in his knee. When she suddenly stopped he ran right into the back of her, nearly knocking her forward. He grabbed her in time to keep her on her feet. “Woah there!”

Chrissy gasped. “Thank you,” she said. “I didn’t want to end up in there.”

Looking past her, Eddie realised that they’d come out on the shore of the lake. “Where’s Ray?” he asked, looking around. There was no sign of him.

Chrissy shrugged. “I-I don’t know, he was right in front of me,” she replied. “But look, is that Chet and Margaret in a boat?”

Following where she pointed, Eddie strained his eyes and saw that she was right. “What the hell are they doing out there?”

Chrissy lifted her arm to wave at them, but as she did Margaret suddenly grabbed an oar and beat Chet once, twice across the head. Chrissy squeaked in surprise, snatching her arm back. As they watched, they saw Margaret bend over Chet, and he screamed in agony. Then she stood up again, threw something over the side of the boat, and then tipped Chet into the lake after it. Chet sank like a stone.

Before Margaret could look around, Eddie grabbed Chrissy and pulled her back into the treeline. Her breath was hitching with rising sobs. Turning her around, he gave her a gentle shake. “Now do you believe me?” he hissed.

“Oh my God, yes!” Chrissy cried. “We have to get out of here!”

“Finally,” Eddie muttered, grabbing her hand. “Come on.” He led her away from the lake, back the way they had come.

As they were nearing the path that led by the showers, they heard someone scream. Eddie froze, Chrissy pressing against his back, and peered through the trees. Slowly he crept forward until he could see the path. He flinched and shrank back as the woman they knew as Rita ran past, Xavier in close pursuit, brandishing an axe. “I’m gonna fucking kill you, you bitch!” he was yelling.

Eddie and Chrissy looked at each other in bewilderment. “See what I mean?” Eddie whispered? “Everybody’s crazy!”

Even as he spoke, Brooke came tearing down the path from the direction of the kitchens, a knife clutched in her hand. Montana followed, screaming like a banshee with a knife of her own raised over her head.

Chrissy nodded. “Please let’s just go,” she whimpered.

Clutching her hand, Eddie led her slowly through the trees, keeping close to the path. The sky was starting to lighten with the approaching dawn, and Eddie felt a swell of joy in his heart at the sight; part of him had believed he wouldn’t be alive to see the sun rise. Before long they saw the big wooden gate with its overhanging sign. The coast looked clear, so Eddie tugged on Chrissy’s hand and they climbed out of the trees and ran down the road.

“You’re limping!” Chrissy exclaimed as Eddie stumbled. “Are you hurt?”

“Just bashed my knee up a little,” he replied. “I’ll be fine. Come on.”

Chrissy’s steps faltered as they came to a long bloody smear on the road. Not much further ahead Eddie could see the shape of the fallen motorcycle. “Wait here,” he said to Chrissy.

Chrissy clung to him. “Don’t leave me!” she cried fearfully.

Eddie turned back to her and squeezed her hand. “I’m not going to leave you,” he promised. “I just have to … Just trust me, okay?”

Chrissy hesitated, then nodded. “Okay,” she murmured.

Eddie let go of her hand and trotted ahead to the bike. As he had suspected, Ray’s headless body was lying next to it, the pool of blood from his neck slowly coagulating in the warm summer night. Eddie grabbed Ray’s legs and dragged him off the road, into the treeline, pushing him out of sight so Chrissy wouldn’t see. Then he called her over. She came at a run, arms wrapped around her as if she was cold. Eddie pulled the bike up onto its wheels, swung his leg over, and held it steady while Chrissy climbed on behind him and put her arms around his waist.

His earlier fantasy came back to him as he felt the warmth of her against his back, her breath ruffling his long hair. A small smile crept across his face as he gunned the engine. It roared and vibrated satisfyingly beneath him. He twisted the accelerator and lifted his feet as it took off. Chrissy’s grip tightened around him. She put her lips against his ear and he had to fight to keep the bike steady.

“Trevor said there’s a payphone at the end of the road,” she shouted against the roar of the bike and the rush of the wind.

Eddie couldn’t catch his breath to reply, so he just nodded. The feel of her lips brushing against his ear left him feeling weak and lightheaded, and it was as much as he could do to not crash the bike into the trees. It was almost a relief when she turned her head away to watch the trees flash past in the blooming light of the rising sun.

The payphone was exactly where Trevor had said it would be. Eddie brought the bike to a stop, kicked down the stand, and they both hopped off. Digging around in his pockets, he found some change and pushed it into the machine, then dialed 911.

The voice on the end sounded tinny and distant. “911, what is your emergency?”

“Yeah, hi,” Eddie said. “Look, I’m out at Camp Redwood … you need to send the cops right away. There’s been another massacre. Mr Jingles is back and he’s slaughtering everyone – except it’s not Jingles, it’s that chick Margaret who survived the first one, it was her all along, except Jingles is killing them as well this time … and I think there’s another killer there too, Brooke said it was the Nightstalker from LA -”

“Slow down, sir,” the voice said. “Did you say Camp Redwood?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie replied, nodding into the receiver. Chrissy was watching him anxiously.

There was a pause at the other end of the line. Then the voice said “Sir, are you aware that it’s a felony to make a false report to the police?”

“What?” Eddie sputtered. “I-I’m not -”

“We get calls like this about Camp Redwood every summer,” the voice went on. “You don’t think we know what you’re doing? Please get off the line so we can help people who are genuinely in trouble.”

“No,” Eddie protested. “No, wait -”

There was a loud click in his ear, and the line went dead. He turned to Chrissy, letting the receiver drop from his ear. “They didn’t believe me,” he told her.

Chrissy’s face fell. “So nobody’s coming?”

Eddie shook his head. In the rising light he could see her better now. Her arms and cheeks were covered in scratches, her clothes were muddy, and her hair was dishevelled with leaves and twigs stuck in it. Looking down at himself, he saw the mud coating his legs where he’d fallen in his flight from Mr Jingles. Somehow they’d both managed to get out of Camp Redwood without being seriously hurt, but they still looked a mess.

“No one’s coming,” he said, “But I have another idea.”

“What?” Chrissy asked.

“We’ll get back on the bike and ride it to the nearest town with a police station. They’ll have to believe us when they get a look at us. I mean, look at the state of us, right?”

Chrissy raised a hand to her hair self-consciously. “Am I a mess?”

Eddie smiled. “You’re a little banged up,” he admitted, “But you’re still pretty.”

Chrissy blushed. “You think I’m pretty?”

“Well … I mean …” Eddie shrugged. “Come on, you know you’re gorgeous.” His cheeks burned, and he turned away to get back on the motorcycle.

After a pause, Chrissy climbed on behind him and snaked her arms around his waist again. He felt her lips press a kiss against his warm cheek. “Thank you,” she said.

“For what?” Eddie asked, trying to ignore the dance his heart was doing in his chest.

“For looking out for me,” Chrissy replied. “For saving me. You’re my hero.” Her arms tightened into a hug.

Eddie grinned. “Nah. I’m no hero,” he replied. “Come on, let’s get out of here. I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to see Hawkins again.” He gunned the engine before he could say something stupid, and they sped off into the long shadows and blue sky of the early morning.

1986

“You know, this isn’t the first time we’ve … hung out.”

“No?”

“You don’t remember? ‘84? Camp Redwood? You were padding out your college application, I was there for community service?”

When her face goes pale and her eyes drop he knows he’s crossed a line. Her voice goes quiet and she says softly: “I don’t really remember much at all from back then. I know something bad happened, but my therapist says I’ve blocked it all out.” She pauses, then adds pointedly, “I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Okay.” His heart drops with disappointment but he nods, all too happy to change the subject if it will make her feel better. “How about this, then? Middle school, talent show. You were doing that cheer … thing...”

[sykokittyy]

Just out of curiosity (and cuz I have a newfound obsession lol) what's your fave ahs seasons and characters?

okay so my favorite seasons of ahs are “hotel”, “apocalypse”, “asylum”, and “ahs 1984”. and sweetheart i have a lot of my favorite characters lol. i love michael langdon, queenie, xavier plympton, james patrick march, kit walker, marie lavoe (excuse me if i spelled her name wrong lmao☠️), the countess, montana, and sweetie the list just goes on and on lmao <3.

[slvtformen]

SLVTFORMEN RULES

greetings love-bites, i'm slvt, or slvtformen, whatever you choose to call me. i'm a role-player, and i also write fanfics for all tumblr.

i'm pretty chill on my rules if you do request from me. i don't mind whatever you request.

here are my rules, etc, etc, whxres.

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

i can practically write for anyone, since the fact i know some bands, and all that shi. also since i watched a few seasons of things i know a little to write for them.

here are the bands + shows i write for:

Metallica, Guns N' Roses, Megadeth

Mötley Crüe, KISS, Van Halen, Queen

Def Leppard, The Beatles, Bon Jovi

Hanoi Rocks, Nirvana, Black Sabbath

AC/DC, Twisted Sister, Poison, Warrant

Aerosmith, Billy Idol, Judas Priest

and yes, I will write for every single member.

i can write for other bands/rockstars too (prob) just ask, and i will see if i can write what you want for that band! those r just the main bands and rockstars i can write for, now these are the shows/seasons i write for,

American Horror Story; Murder House

American Horror Story; Coven (Not Apocalypse, sorry.)

American Horror Story; 1984

American Horror Story; Cult

I can try for AHS; Hotel and AHS; FS, but I haven't seen all of it, so, y'know.

Stranger Things; S1 - S4 (No smut for the underage characters, but smut for the adult characters.)

I can write for Scream, the first movie though since I haven't watched the other movies.

The Dirt, of course.

yes, I will write for every character but no smut for the young characters that are minors.

those r some of the shows/movies i can try and write for, although i haven't seen all of ahs; fh, and ahs; hotel, i can try and write little for them, and same goes for scream, too, since i only watched the first movie. dont plan on watching the other ones lmfaoo.

WHAT WILL I WRITE AND WONT WRITE?

i can write for anything, mostly, but there are some i won't write. but, what will i write and what will i won't write?

here is what i will write!:

Smut, although there are limits to it. I don't want to write anything with feet fetish, diapers, piss n shit, and weird ass fetishes and turn ons. Although, I'm okay with degrading, hair pulling, stuff like that. Also, I won't write smut for underage characters. Adults I will write for only. I will NOT, write R#P3, P3D0PH1L#A, ETC. I will NEVER write it, so don't think of requesting it. It is disgusting.

Fluff. Fluff is my favorite to write, since it's all cuddly, and shit. Same limits apply to Smut, NO R#P3, P3D0PH1L#A, ETC When i'm writing fluff, obviously. Don't think of requesting it because it's gross.

Angst, I also enjoy writing angst, heavy angst especially. Same limits go for Angst like Fluff and Smut, read above.

Mystery & Horror. Mystery and Horror are cool, although I haven't wrote many pieces for it, i think it's a pretty chill genre. I will write mystery and horror even if gore, all that shit is involved but same shit applies for these two as well like angst, fluff, and smut.

Fantasy. Never wrote for fantasy, but same stuff applies to fantasy just as it does for smut, angst, etc etc. I am willing to try it though?

I will write for anything, really. This section wasn't too big. Although I won't write weird fetishes, etc etc. Read above. I won't write R#P3, P3D0PH1L#A, ETC, because that is absolutely disgusting and I won't do it, i'm not sorry for it.

ENDING

as to conclude, this is my rules and what i'll write, and won't write, and who i write for. my requests are open and please follow and read these before actually requesting me. bye love-bites !! <3

[mrsfullbuster500]

I’ve been doing a lot of OC work that I’ve not been posting about, and figured I’d clue you guys in on it while getting your opinions for some fanfic ideas, particularly for a canon x OC relationship I had in mind.

The OC work I’ve been doing is for American Horror Story, finished Asylum this week and will be starting Coven tomorrow, and as some of you know I’ve seen clips of some of Cody’s characters.

The seasons I currently have OCs for are Murder House, Apocalypse and 1984. I’ll post pictures and what information I have for them in a separate post.

Anyway, the fanfic ideas. First is the canon x OC relationship idea I’ve thought about the most.

I was thinking about taking inspiration for my Apocalypse fanfic from Phantom of the Opera, and giving my main OC for said season a relationship with Michael kinda inspired by Erik and Christine. Although I don’t know about including a Raoul type character yet.

I’m also thinking about having my main OC for Murder House survive the season and show up in Apocalypse, then be killed by Michael in the beginning of Apocalypse before he moves in with Ms Mead. I’ll expand more upon this idea on the separate post for my OC introductions I’m planning.

What do you guys think? Do you all like these ideas? I also don’t quite have a proper taglist for AHS yet, so just let me know if you want on it. In the meantime I’ll tag some people I know will want to be on it.

@arrthurpendragon @eddysocs