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fleur2pint · 4 years ago

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the one that got away

pairing: montana duke x fem!reader

summary: your long-time best friend, montana, goes with you to stay at a summer camp with you as a counselor for the summer. though the camp seemed a bit suspicious, you obliged and decided to let loose and have fun a little. till things take a turn and it turns out there’s a killer out to get you all. in the heat of the moment, things between you and montana take a turn from friends to lovers for a bit.

warnings: smut, that’s all i can really say tbh

word count: 3k+

a/n: had this though while rewatching 1984 months ago and kinda wanted to bring it to life? not my best work but it’s not awful. most likely not proofread. enjoy!

Your legs grew weaker by the second as you ran through the woodsy domain that was Camp Redwood. You panted as you sprinted through the trees, catching the same crunching noises behind you. As much as you wanted to collapse to the floor and give up, you knew you had to keep running for the sake of not only your life, but your friends as well. You kept running straight ahead till you reached a hole in the ground.

“Y/n, keep going!” You heard Xavier yell behind you. The footsteps grew louder than Xavier and Trevor walked up from behind you. “Holy shit.” Trevor breathed out, gazing down into the pit. Full of sharpened wood from nature all around. Spikes. It was given that it was dangerous and with one swift calculation could kill someone. “Hello?” A voice cried out. A voice that sounded way too familiar. “Is someone up there?”

You stepped towards the pit, Xavier following with his flashlight pointed down onto the spikes. “Just leave me alone.” Then it hit you. “Chet?” Xavier spoke up. “Xavier?” And there was Chet. He had fallen into the trap, one stake impaling his left shoulder. You feel your body almost fall limp at the sight, which was surprising after everything you’d seen tonight. “Oh, thank God.” Chet sighed in relief. “What the hell are you doing down there, man?” “I’m dying! What does it look like I’m doing?” Chet yells up to the group. “There’s a stake through my shoulder, I can’t move.”

You and Trevor look at each other with alarming looks. “You gotta get me out of here,” Chet concludes, his eyes brimming with tears of worry and pain. Your group each shares some looks with each other in panic, not knowing whether it was the safe choice to stay and help your friend or to run like hell for safety. “All right. I’m coming down.” Xavier volunteers. Your head whips over at him. “Are you fuckin’ crazy? He’s not gonna make it out alive from the blood loss, you might as well just leave him!” You whisper. “It’s the right thing to do,” Trevor interjects.

Xavier got onto his knees as you and Trevor took his arms, assisting Xavier into the pit. You carefully lower him, making sure he has enough wiggle-room to jump down with no altercations. “I thought I was done. I thought that was it.” Chet sobs as he watches Xavier lace through the stakes. “It’s okay, everything’s gonna be okay,” Xavier reassures, trying to keep his panicked breaths under control. Once he reached the side Chet sat, he lowered into a crouch position to talk to Chet.

“Damn, that looks gnarly,” Xavier says. Chet then goes on to talk about Ray, about how the man has issues and once killed a guy in college. But none of that mattered to you. All that mattered was the soft rustling sound that came from a nearby bush. “Shh, someones coming.” Trevor whispers down, “Hurry up, hurry up.” “It’s him. It’s Jingles.” Chet sobs. You look behind you, panicked at what happens next.

“Fuck this!” You say as you stand from your lunged position, immediately turning on your heel. “Y/n, what the fuck?” You hear Xavier yell as you sprint away. You ran through the forest. The only thing audible was your heavy breaths and your heart pounding in your ears. Why did I ever come to this place, you thought, I’m gonna fuckn’ die here, that's it. Your pace slowed as you ran out of stamina. Your legs sore from the previous marathon you ran. You stopped in your tracks, knowing it was safe enough to catch a breath for a moment or two.

“Why the hell haven’t you killed her yet?” You heard a voice say, you could tell that whoever it was was trying to keep quiet. It wasn’t working. You stand still for a second, debating whether you should follow the noises. “I almost had her.” A deeper voice spoke, catching you off guard. Who else was here? Cause it sure as hell wasn’t Jingles. “You need to get your shit together.” It was Montana. But who was she talking to? More importantly, what was she talking about?

“There’s another killer running around, and if we don’t get her-” “Wait, what do you mean?” Montana was cut off by the other voice. Another killer? You couldn’t keep up with the information you were hearing. Two killers. But who was the other one? Was she talking to Jingles? Every possible question flooded your brain at once. “Jingles.” She finally says. So the other voice was the second killer. “The Mr. Jingles?” “He sliced up two guys right in front of me. We need to get Brooke first, kill her, and get the hell out of here.”

Brooke. Montana wanted Brooke dead? As you were, working in your mind, you missed the other voice’s words. “Ricky, you need to focus. I need this, babe.” You couldn’t stand by anymore, you had to see what the hell was going on. You tiptoe over to the bush big enough for you to hide behind, but small enough to see through. “That bitch has got to pay for what she’s done,” Montana says, tears streaming from her eyes. The man was unidentifiable, his back was towards you. Montana grabbed the man by the collar, pulling him against her and kissing him passionately before pushing him away.

You looked down at your shoes in thought after hearing the gravel crunch under the man’s feet as he walked away from your friend. You waited out behind the bush, watching Montana walk over the car she had recently pushed herself against. You carefully gawked at your friend as her head fell into her hands. Was she crying? Why? You couldn’t help but feel her pain even though you had no context in her situation.

7 Months Prior…

“I’m Montana.” She said, sticking her hand out to shake yours. You smiled at her, “y/n.” “I like that name, it suits you.” She said with a small laugh. You removed a small towel from your locker and dabbed the sweat off your forehead. “Well, I hope to see you around here more often,” she says, eyeing you down as you slipped off your leotard, replacing the article of clothing with another. You turned back around to see her staring at you. Her gaze flicks down to your hand before grabbing it. She reaches behind her to grab a pen from her locker. “Call me sometime. I could use some more girlfriends.” She signs with slight seduction.

You glanced up at her while she wrote little numbers on your hand. Admiring the way her eyelashes fluttered as she jotted down the digits with such excitement. The way her teeth lightly tugged on her lower lip in thought. And that was it. She walked away, leaving you staring off into space, in awe, in fascination. There was a clear connection. Whether it is a friendship that borders on a later sisterhood bond or a friends-to-lovers situation fueled by pure estrogen, you were in for it. You needed to keep her around.

As months passed, you and Montana grew closer. But everything was perplexing with you two. You would go from talking every day and comforting each other when necessary to making passionate love on those nights when you needed to feel something. Whether things were platonic or romantic between you two, you were each other’s number one. Until she found interest in something else. Someone else. Multiple people, to be exact. She had found friends other than you who also attended the aerobics studio. Xavier, Ray, Chet, and some girl named Brooke. You didn’t mind them, but you didn’t like that they shared a common interest with you. Her.

You would be invited to parties and nights out by her and her new friends, but you rarely attended. Knowing you would be the odd one out with the other’s eccentric personalities. You knew you couldn’t compete, and it bothered you more than anything. You gave up trying to be the best, to be her ‘only’. And it worked. You weren’t her number one anymore. She slipped away from you. Until Xavier had plans for a trip coming up. “I got a gig as a counselor at a summer camp, they’re opening up a couple of hours from here,” Xavier explains. “You guys should all come.” That was all anyone needed to hear.

The next day you packed your bags for the summer. Expecting to be there the entire season, you bring your whole wardrobe (you could never have enough clothes). You bring a pillow, a blanket, toiletries, and how could you forget about the drugs?! You were set. But none of this meant you wanted to go. You thought that if you went, it could possibly fix things between you and Montana. She said yes after all, and she couldn’t avoid you all summer. It was the perfect plan, and there was no going back now.

But in the end, you made the decision to go, not her. The extremely unwise decision.

Present Time…

“Montana?” You say lowly as you step out from your hiding spot. Her head whipped around to the sound of your voice instantly. She looked away from you, wiping her fresh tears from her face. “Y/n, you need to get out of here.” She said as her hand slid up her thigh to her jacket pocket, slipping her hand inside it. You steadily continued walking towards the car she was perched against.

“I’m not worried about me right now. Are you okay? Who was that? Did-” “Jesus, y/n. I’m fine!” She cut you off to scream at you. The tone digging into your brain, burning your insides. “Look, I know you have no idea what’s going on in this hell hole, but I can’t let you stay here. I won’t allow it.” You could see her body tense up as she began to cry again. You didn’t want to see her hurt, but knowing her, it was better that you didn’t ask about anything anymore. “I care about you too much, y/n. You’re too good.” She said as she looked you in the eyes.

“I don’t understand, Montana. You’re making no sense!” You whisper-shout at her. She bites her lower lip in thought. “You need to go find Ray. Tell him to take you to the nearest rest stop, and call the police.” You shook your head at her as you stepped closer to her, taking slow strides in case she pushed you away. “I’m not leaving you here.” You opened your arms to her, not forcing her to reciprocate the embrace. She fell into your chest, letting you wrap your arms around her.

“I’m sorry, this is all my fault.” She sniffled into your chest. It took everything in you not to fall into her. Not to break down and be one with her. Her hurt was your hurt, and you couldn’t stand it. “Don’t say that.” You said with a breathy chuckle, one you knew would calm her down a bit. “I’m sorry for ignoring you.” She sobbed. “Hey, hey, I forgive you, I’m happy I could be here now.” You pulled away from her to peer down at her. Her head perched in your cleavage, her head flipped up at you.

Without thinking, you kissed the tip of her nose. “We’re gonna get out of here together. Xaviers coming back with Trevor and Chet soon. They’ll know what to do.” She groans at the names. “y/n, we don’t have much time before he comes back. We can’t wait for them forever.” Her mascara-stained cheeks shimmer in the moonlight. The glow highlighting her best features. Before you could, she leans in for a kiss, standing on her toes to reach your level above her. Your hands slide from her upper back to her upper ass, aiding her up to your lips. It was everything you’ve been dying for the last 4 months. The way they connected like a missing puzzle piece was enough to send you into the familiar state of previous relations.

Montana’s lips graze against yours as she pulled away. Leaving more to your imagination. You could see the shimmer in her eyes as tears swelled in them again. “No, no, don’t cry please.” You say as you kissed the tears away from her left cheek. She grabbed the back of your head, wrapping your hair in her hand. She brought your lips to her again. You groaned against her, feeling her grip get tighter as she tugged on your roots. You knew what she wanted.

You pulled away, shaking your head at her. “Come on, I need it please, I’m too stressed right now.” You laughed at her neediness. “What if someone turns up?” You refute. She leans into you again, making sure her lips swept against yours before whispering to you seductively, “Then I guess they’ll get a show then.” Her tone was all you needed to get you going. You kissed her one last time before dropping to your knees in front of her. She leaned her hips against the car behind her, allowing her to slightly part her thighs for you. You ran your hands up her thighs, pushing up her dress.

You glance up at her as you carefully pushed the thin material of her thong to the side. She smiled down at you as you examined her, letting her breath hitch. Perfectly groomed, just like how you remember. Being this close to her was something you missed more than anything. You couldn’t wait any longer. You took two fingers in a V shape and spread her outer labia. You promptly stuck your tongue out and pressed it flatly against her clit. You watched her through your upper eyelashes, observing her body language.

Loving the way her head tilted back in pleasure mixed with the deep groan that escaped her chest. Feeling the same ache in your own core as she bucked her hips into your mouth. “No teasing?” She questioned as she let a pent-up breath go. You shook your head at her innocently, but keeping your tongue in the same spot, providing friction to the bundle of nerves. “Fuck, baby.” She whispered in response to the stimulation. You softly run your tongue across the bud, gently putting pressure against her. Light gasps combined with the sound of nature around you were all that was audible.

In the heat of the moment, you took her left leg in your hand and pushed it up towards her hip, letting her foot against the hood of the car behind her. Her flexibility never failed to shock you. All those damn aerobic classes. You feverishly envelop your lips around her clit, sucking on the bud harshly before stroking two fingers over her entrance. Practically milking her for more of her slick for lube. “Mmph fuck, y/n. I need you inside me please.” She moaned in agony. You laughed against her at the way she begged for you. You easily slip your digits inside of her, instantly feeling the way her walls clenched around you.

“Oh god…” she breathed out. You sucked on her sensitive bud as you searched for the spot inside of her that drove her wild. Once you found the little patch, you pressed your fingertips against it gently. Her moans growing much louder than anticipated by this action. “Shhh… I need you to stay quiet for me, babe, okay?” She tugged on her lower lip and to reply to your demand. You slowly dragged your digits against her g-spot before thrusting them back up into her. Her legs quivered at the sensation. Montana laid her elbows at a 90-degree angle behind her as she felt her body tingle slightly.

You felt better than ever to be with your girl like this again. No matter how much you shoved off the jealousy of another. It was like a reward to see her crumble for you in a way she would for nobody else, just you. You were hers, and she was yours. Your carnal desires were replaced with passion. With love. Your thrusts slowed as your tongue swiped across Montana’s clit. The double impact bringing something to grow deep inside of her. “Don’t fuckin stop, baby…” was all she could muster as her orgasm approached. Her moans becoming more broken and raspy, her breath becoming ragged by the second. The thought of her having her sweet release because of you went straight to your head. Your thighs squeezed together, yearning for your own in a way release. A release of tension rather than a full let go.

You moved your hips in a compact circle, putting any pressure onto your burning clit. You groaned loudly against Montana from the sensitivity of the area. “Oh my god, baby… I- fuck- it’s happening.” She breathed out. You circled your hips quicker with our pulsations. You knew you wouldn’t be cumming like she was, but the feeling was too good to ignore. Just when you thought her walls couldn’t constrict your digits anymore, they did as her cunt fluttered around them. Whorish squeals that were failed to be held in by her were let out in the wilderness for anyone to hear. You groan and sucked against her the whole way through, along with pushing into her.

Right when she came down from her high, she pulled you up from the ground. A look of worry laid across her face. “Woah, woah, what’s the big ru-” “Someone’s coming! Hide behind the car!” She whispered to you. She tugged your wrist to the passenger side of the car, bringing you down at crouch level as the next part of your story in this place unfolded right in front of your very eyes.

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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 years ago

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How do you think Montana would react when she gets jealous?

You have no idea how happy it made me to see somebody requested for Montana <3

Montana Duke when she gets jealous

Warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, Montana's rage issues lol, discussion of murder/violent tendencies, swearing, nsfw towards the end

Although Montana may seem pretty chill, and she is for the most part, there's a side of her that's bursting with violence and rage

This is a side that she usually tries to suppress, and for the most part she succeeds

Until she notices some asshole trying to pick you up after aerobics class one day

It takes everything in her not to stomp over there and snap his neck in two on the spot

Safe to say, when she gets jealous she's extremely possessive, more than usual

Because of her confrontational personality, if you're talking to someone she doesn't like she won't hesitate to interrupt your conversation so she can "introduce herself"

Montana will use her intimidation to try to get the other person the leave, and if that doesn't work she'll spout off passive aggressive comments directed towards them until they do

Actually, scratch that; her comments are better described as being purely aggressive

She'll talk shit about that person for the next couple of days to anyone who'll listen until Chet or Ray have had enough of it and finally tell her to shut up (Xavier loves to gossip so he doesn't really care either way lol)

If you're spending more time with someone else than with her, don't be surprised to find out that all your plans were mysteriously canceled by someone other than you

She's not above threatening someone, stalking them, slashing their tires, whatever it takes to get more time with you

Rough sex happens more often when she gets jealous

Don't purposely egg her on if you want her to let you cum anytime soon, she'll edge you over and over until you learn your lesson

And if you beg? Well, let's just say you won't be able to walk properly for the next week or so, because she's not going to stop until you've cum at least two or three times

Honestly it's just better not to get her worked up in the first place, if that's even possible

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 3 years ago

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infernwetrust · 4 years ago

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saturday nights [Fem Reader x Michael Langdon x Jim Mason x AHS 1984]

Summary: You and Michael have a Saturday night routine,deeming Saturday’s a special time for each other, and then things get a little awkward.

Warnings: smutty smut smut, swearing, a lil bit o awkwardness, minute amount of angst.

WC: 1.5k

A/N: Part of the Bestfriends Universe that can be found on my master list, here.

All that could be heard within the confines of Michael's dorm room, and probably the entire hallway of his floor, were pants, moans, and the hitting of his wooden bed frame against the wall as he thrusted in and out of you with a fiery passion. Your hands stayed wrapped around his neck as you two kissed slowly, sloppily, and tenderly. Jim, who happily asked Michael to be his roommate for this year, luckily, was away, hanging out with one of his other friends at their fraternity house. Unfortunately, Michael had forgotten to ask him what time he would be returning, but that was long forgotten when you showed up to his door.

Saturday nights. Those nights were your favorite because they were reserved for just you and Michael. There was no doubt that classes and extra curriculars kept you two from seeing each other as often as you would both like during the week. But the only thing Michael had to do on Saturday was cross-country practice and then he was yours for the rest of the day well into the night.

Eating in the dining hall was never an option on Saturdays. At least that what Michael kept telling you when he would take you to your favorite place for lunch, followed by some Icecream or frozen yogurt. And if the rest of the crew didn't ask in advance to all go to dinner together that night, he took you out again, this time to his favorite place to eat. After it was either back to his room or back to your room, several events taking place before leading up the beautiful position you were in now.

He picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he sat down on the edge of the bed, pressing his lips back to yours to resume the kiss as his hands firmly gripped your ass, giving it a good smack as you sway your hips back and forth on his length. Moving a few pillows behind him, he lays back, hands now around your hips.

"I want you to do the claiming tonight." he said to you. "Remind me of who I belong to."

With those words said, you removed the pillows from behind him, so that he laid flat against the bed and you pinned his arms above his head as you began to roll your hips feverishly on him. It started off slow and sensual at first, then quickly became slow and rough. Michael thrusted upwards into you gently, eager to create a little bit more friction, but you held him down with your hips, moving your hands to his chest. He threw his arms behind his head, watching you at work.

"As much as I would love to ruin you, tonight." you said, leaning forward and brushing your lips against his ear. "I've been missing your rough side as of late. I want you to pound me until I'm a screaming mess. Pound away all the stress from this week. Can you do that for me, Michael?"

As if he was waiting for you to say those words, to change your mind when he gave you the chance to be the one in the charge tonight, he grabbed your hips, and rammed in and out of you at a merciless pace. You threw your head back, letting out a breathy moan as your walls clenched and unclenched around him. His moans echoed right behind yours, him loving the sight of his cock disappearing in you and then reappearing. Your arousal and his pre-cum coated his shaft, making him slide in and out of you with ease.

"Mmm, look at you, baby." Michael said in awe as he watched your face scrunch up with pleasure. "You like when I tear that pussy apart? Is that what you look forward to every Saturday night?"

"God, yes, Michael." you moaned in response, scratching down his chest. "You feel so fucking good."

"Say my name again. Louder." And just when you think he couldn't go any faster, he did. "Let the whole hallway know how you get wrecked every Saturday night." You dug your nails into his chest, leaving a fresh set of scratches as you screamed his name out over and over. He twitched inside of you, a signal to both you and him that he was close, but you weren't too far behind as well. So in tune with each other, 90% of the time you reached your climax together. The other 10% was when Michael was urgent, needing you before his first class of the day or needing you after his last class of the day and right before cross country practice. On those days he came quick, a combination of stress and missing you throughout the day. This often left you, longing for him and he always made sure to make it up to you either later that same day or the next.

Without warning, he slipped out of you, making you whimper at the lost of contact, so close to your end. He sprung up from the bed, grabbing you up with him, giving you a few quick kisses, a giggling mess the both of you, as he dragged you over to his desk. Whatever was on there was thrown onto his bed. Before he could tell you to do anything else, you were already bent over, legs spread wide apart.

"Such an eager little girl aren't you?" he smirked as he walked over to you. "What if I wanted to look at you? Hm?"

"Then make me look at you, Michael." you retorted, wiggling your ass a little bit.

"Mmmm, naughty naughty." he answered, biting his lip and lining himself up with your entrance before slowly sliding back into you, filling you all the way up. He wasted no time getting back up to speed, his hand taking aggressive strikes at your ass, his other hand entangled in your hair, snapping your head back to make you look at him while he pummeled you. "So fucking wet for me. So so so beautiful."

"Mmmm, Michael, I fucking love you. It's all for you, baby."

"Yeah?" he questioned, kicking the his desk chair that was still too close behind him for comfort, to give himself a bit more room. He angled himself just right, now ramming into your g-spot over and over as a mixture of moans, expletives, and screams left your lips. "I love you too."

Over all of the moans and screams, the both of you had failed to realize that Jim was now aggressively rattling his key in the door, desperate to get it open. Through the door Jim and Brooke busted in a fit of giggles as the two messily made out with each other, hands roaming freely over each other's bodies. You and Michael both snapped your head in their direction, absolutely shocked as Michael halted, deep inside of you.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you..." a breathless Jim said as he quickly discarded of his jacket and white t-shirt, letting Brooke's hand roam down his chest and torso straight to his belt buckle, leaving sloppy kisses along his tummy. Attempting to get in tune with his surroundings, he quickly glanced around the room, you and Michael being a rather large blur, a blur so large that Jim had to do a double take. His eyes met Michael's first who simply just stared, speechless.

"Oh. Oh fuck." Jim said, grabbing Brooke's hands.

"What?" she questioned confused, looking up at Jim who wasn't even looking at her. She turned her head in his direction, looking at a naked you and a naked Michael. "Ohhhh...."

"Uhhhh...." Michael said, finally breaking his silence. "I won't say anything if you guys don't?"

"It's not the first time I've walked in on my friends fucking. I caught Xavier and Montana last weekend." Brooke shrugged. Jim and Michael now looked awkwardly around the room, not wanting to meet each other's gaze anymore.

"It's cool, we'll just Uh.... go finish in the showers or something." Jim said, scratching the back of his head, pulling Brooke up off the bed and to her feet. "Honestly forgot that you two usually have Saturday nights reserved." You couldn't bring yourself to say anything. While you've heard your friends fucking from outside of their rooms on days you would walk past or attempt to pop in for a surprise visit until you realized that you couldn't, you haven't ever been walked in on or walked in on someone else. You weren't embarrassed or anything since it was just Jim and Brooke, just shocked as all.

"Yeah... yeah... sounds good." Michael said. "Have fun?"

"Totally." Jim said, grabbing his towel out of his closet and quickly dragging Brooke out of the room. The two of you let out a hefty sigh as you were left alone again.

"What the fuck just happened?" you asked Michael.

"Let's not talk about it before it kills my hard-on. Let's just finish each other out. Deal?"

"Deal.." you said, your breath shaky as he resumed what he was doing before the two of you got interrupted.

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shesclearlya3 · 4 years ago

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Summer of ‘84

Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,426

Warnings: smut, language, sex in a public place, au!, all characters are 18+, i’m sorry if this is bad lmao

**using my current tag-list so feel free to ignore**

It was June of 1984 when you and your close friends returned to your jobs at the local drive-in theatre the last Summer before you started college.

It was your second year working here, and you were sad that it would be the last. It was an easy job. You'd work nights only five days a week. It was nice being able to make your own money and have fun with your friends while doing it.

You were working the concession stand tonight with Xavier Plympton. You had been friends with him the longest out of the bunch. He was one of the best co-workers you could ever ask for. Despite his constant complaining about dealing with customers, he was always armed with perfect comebacks when you were stuck dealing with a Karen. Plus, he did work hard, which was a relief. Some of the other teenagers you worked with were only there for the paycheck, clearly.

You were particularly excited because you were able to see the screen playing Gremlins and Ghostbusters. You rarely got to enjoy the movies. You were either working the ticket booth or continuously walking around, making sure nobody tried to sneak under the rotting wooden gates surrounding the lot.

It was just after 9:30 when Gremlins started, and you and Xavier had just finished up the line.

"Let's hope the crowd stays away so we can clean up." he sighed, stretching his arms above his head. The ugly yellow shirts you had to wear rode up a little, and you caught yourself staring before a pair of hands covered your eyes.

"Gah!" you said, and you heard the loud laugh of Montana Duke behind you.

"Sheesh, you're such a scaredy-cat!"

"I was distracted!" you said, your cheeks burning as you started to wipe down the counter, which was covered in popcorn kernels. "Shouldn't you be with Brooke right now?"

Montana slid over the countertops, going to the pop machine where she started filling up two cups. "We're parched, it's just now starting to cool down a bit. Larry is making us patrol for the next forty-five minutes before the others take over."

You nodded, scrubbing a particularly stubborn spot of butter that was probably from the night before.

Xavier had laughed at what Montana said, and you immediately knew why. They had been caught in quite the compromising position the first night the theatre was opened this season. You were surprised they hadn't been fired, and Brooke had given two shifts away after the fact to avoid being questioned about it.

"He's a fucking pervert anyway," Montana said, putting lids on both cups. "I gotta go. Be good!" she called sweetly before she bounced out of the rickety building.

"I wish these fucking fans would work!" Xavier grumbled, fumbling with the switch of the nearest overhead fan. It made a creaking noise, the metal blades moving an inch before it stopped.

"They're ancient," you laughed, finally getting the spot cleaned. "Candace told me they've been here since this place opened."

"These are like forty years old then, how fucking convenient," he grumbled, before giving up. "You'd think they could afford to replace them."

"Watch your language," you scolded. "We don't need another complaint."

Xavier smirked at you, starting to restock the popcorn buckets. "y/n, you should really stop being so uptight, babe." he teased you.

"I am not uptight!" you gasped, your mouth falling open as you dropped the rag into the sanitizer bucket.

"Exactly what someone uptight would say!" he retorted, laughing at you, his hands methodically stacking the buckets handful by handful.

"You won't think it's amusing when you're fired, you ass!" you said, causing Xavier to throw his head back and laugh rambunctiously.

"That's the least of my worries, babe," he grinned at you, and you felt your heart swell. "What would you do without me?" he said.

"I'd probably actually get some work done..." you mumbled, starting to refill the popcorn machine with fresh kernels. "But I'd have to deal with the bitchy Karens all on my own."

"Watch your language!" Xavier mocked you, balling up the plastic and tossing it in the nearest trash-can. "Hey y/n- oh, someone is coming."

You told Xavier you would take care of the customer as he started restocking the cups, watching as you showed the young boy all of the ice creams you had. He was cute, probably no older than eleven with thick-framed glasses and a toothy smile.

"Thank you, Miss," he said, before hurrying out.

"I think he liked you," Xavier said as you closed the register. "That's cute."

You rolled your eyes, seeing Larry sitting in the projection room, already asleep. "Shut up, he's young."

The next half-an-hour you only helped two other customers. Many people came to use the bathrooms, but other than that, you were alone with Xavier. You had cleaned up everything there was to clean, and you decided to dig out the book you brought to pass the time.

Xavier watched the screen through the large window next to the entrance, the portable stereo tuned into the theatre's station. He was very amused by Gizmo, even gushing at the little creature.

"That's cute," you mumbled to yourself, chewing on your lip to keep from giggling.

"I heard that," he said crossly, his eyes on you now.

"I didn't say anything," you shrugged, bookmarking your page. "I'm hungry, I want a pretzel."

"Lucky for you, I popped one in for you," Xavier said, gesturing towards the pretzel heater right next to him. "It should be done now."

"Thank you, Xavier!" you said happily, coming over and taking it out. Xavier watched you, and he reached next to him for a bucket of popcorn he had gotten for himself. He put a handful in his mouth as you started pouring nacho cheese into a plastic container.

"Hey, y/n?" he asked again, looking at you.

"Yes?" you asked, watching the hot cheese, feeling your stomach growl with hunger.

"Do you remember my friend Chet? He graduated last year?"

You nodded, moving to sit next to him on the counter. "The cute dark-haired kid who is really athletic?"

"That's him," Xavier said, stuffing more popcorn into his mouth. "I ran into him the other day, and I told him I was working here again. He said he worked here for a season before we met."

You encouraged him to keep going, wondering where this was going. You knew Chet Clancy, mainly because he was a popular jock who dated multiple girls throughout the years. You have only spoken a few words with him in your entire life, but he was sweet enough.

"Uhm..." he said, looking a little nervous now. You thought it was odd, he rarely became this way around you. "He asked about you."

You perked up, tearing your pretzel in half as you watched him see if he were joking. He wasn't, looking you dead in the eyes, and you could see he was honest.

"He asked about me?" you asked, shocked.

"Yeah, he kind of... Hinted, that he was interested in you."

You found yourself smiling. "Really? I never really talked to him..."

Xavier nodded, "I know. I was a little shocked myself."

You ate some of your food, now thinking about dating Chet Clancy. You never would have imagined it, and not even because you rarely knew him. He just seemed so out of reach. You weren't the "normal" crowd he hung out with.

"Wow... That's insane," you said simply.

"Yeah... But I kind of choked up and said we were dating."

You spit out your tiny bite of food, covering your mouth as Xavier looked at you with wide eyes. "WE'RE NOT DATING!"

"Shh!" Xavier said, almost dropping his popcorn in an attempt to cover your mouth. "I know, y/n, I don't even know what happened," he growled, tossing the bucket aside. "I panicked."

"Why would you panic?" you asked, wrinkling your nose as you picked up your un-chewed food with a napkin and tossed it in the bin. "We're friends."

"I got... Jealous," he replied lamely.

You glanced up at him, and he was looking at his lap, his face wrinkled in embarrassment. You were thrown for a loop. As long as you had known each other, not once did there seem to be any romantic inclination. Of course, you've crushed on him a bit, I mean, who wouldn't? He was funny, charismatic, gorgeous, and saw something in you that he wanted to be your friend.

"Why?" was all you managed, your voice hushed and confused.

"It made me realize that I like you. And we're not little kids anymore. If I didn't tell you how I felt, then I might lose the opportunity to tell you." he said, before laughing dryly, "I guess it took another guy being interested in you for me to wise up and stop being an idiot."

You started to grin at him, and Xavier looked relieved. "Does this mean you're not mad?"

"I'm not mad," you assured him, putting your food to the side. "I'm just surprised. I never would have thought..."

"Babe, I'm clearly head over heels for you, I tease you relentlessly because I like to make you laugh. And I like when you get snappy with me." he grinned at you, his eyes sparkling as you heard a group of teenagers pile into the bathroom, giggling.

You scooted closer to Xavier, and you could smell his body wash. "I just thought it meant you liked to pick on me."

He threw his arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side. "I do, with love."

After that, you had spent the rest of Gremlins talking, sitting close to each other, and giggling madly. You had to go back to work once intermission started, and you felt your heart-beating wildly every time you heard Xavier's voice. You listened as girls giggled and whispered about him, cashing them out with a broad smile. At one point, you heard him go, "Sorry, ladies, I'm taken."

When the last movie started, you turned off all the machines, cleaning everything down quickly. The one thing you liked about this theatre is that intermission was the final call. You'd have time to clean up and be on your way home before the second movie was even half-way through.

You had set aside some food for the others while you finished up. Brooke Thompson and Montana came in, taking some leftovers and asking if you wanted to watch Ghostbusters.

"We'll be out in a bit," Xavier said, gesturing to the broom he was holding. "Whoever worked in here last time did a shit job."

"Cool, we'll be in my car!" Montana said, before scurrying out with Brooke, their arms full of popcorn, soda, and nachos.

"I'm so ready to skip this joint!" Xavier said after he finished swimming, and you switched off the first set of lights.

"Me too. Are there any nachos left?" you asked, locking up the safe.

"Just enough for the both of us," he replied. You stood up, walking over to him, and you ended up tripping over your shoes, colliding with his chest.

"Oh shit, you alright?" he asked, grabbing you tightly.

"I'm fine!" you laughed, looking up at his figure towering over you. "I think I tripped over the crack in the floor..."

Xavier stared down at you, and you felt his hand come up and brush against your cheek. You felt your skin tingle underneath his touch. "We're gonna get caught."

"I don't care," Xavier whispered before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

You held your breath as you melted into his touch. You've been in a few relationships before in your time, but nothing ever compared to what you were currently feeling. Xavier held your head in his hands, your kiss becoming more heated until you felt him pulling you towards the back, where the storage was kept.

"We're gonna get-."

Xavier cupped a hand over your mouth, pulling you into the closet before shutting the door. There was a single light hanging above you that he flicked on, and you could barely see the movie screen from the rectangular window sitting high above your heads.

"Trust me, Babe. If you're quiet, we'll be fine."

You nodded, holding onto him as Xavier pushed an empty box onto the floor, lifting you up and setting you on top of a sturdy table. There wasn't a whole lot of room. He reached over to lock the door.

"What are you doing?" You asked, kicking off your shoes. You were wearing denim shorts, and the air around you was much colder than you expected. You got goosebumps as Xavier played with the button of your shorts.

"Could I take these off?" He asked.

You nodded shyly, biting your lip as he slowly unbuttoned them, the only sound being your shared breathing and the zipper being lowered down.

"Have you done this before, y/n?" He asked, his hands gripping the waistband of your shorts.

"I've done a few things..." you said, your cheeks becoming hot.

"I'll be gentle, I promise." He said, before starting to tug your undergarments off. You lifted your hips, and he quickly let them drop to the floor. Outside you could hear the audience collectively laughing at something.

Xavier shed out of his shirt, throwing it on the nearest shelf. He wasn't overly muscular but was nicely toned. You've seen him shirtless many times over the years, but this time was different. He was beautiful.

"Are you enjoying the view?" He asked arrogantly, flashing you a smile as you instinctively crossed your legs. "Ah, spread them for me, babe." He kindly scolded.

"Of course, I am!" You respond, "You're hot, and you know it, babe."

"Cute," he winked at you, before looping his arms underneath your legs. Your breath caught in your throat as he pulled you closer, spreading your legs out for him. You could feel how wet you were against the crisp air, and you wanted to die from embarrassment at how easily you became aroused.

"Remember to stay quiet." He said, grinning at you mischievously. "You don't want to get caught."

You squeezed your eyes shut at his arrogance. "Fuck you."

The words had barely left your mouth when you felt his tongue lick a quick swipe along your thigh. You shuddered at the feeling; your stomach trembling as Xavier purposely teased you. You weren't lying when you said you have a little experience. But, you never received oral before. You gave it once, and that was it.

You let out a quiet gasp as he finally licked along your folds, your hands itching to grab onto his hair already. You refrained, lifting them above your head to keep from messing anything up.

Xavier was skilled as he ran his tongue gingerly along your folds, before pushing his tongue inside. The feeling caused hundreds of butterflies to fly over your stomach. Your thighs clenched as he adjusted his hold on you, kneeling down to push his head deeper between your legs.

"Oh, fuck!" You said a little too loudly before you felt his hand covering your mouth. You mewled and sighed against him as Xavier slowly ate you out. You always heard from Montana that it was one of the best feelings in the world, but you never imagined it being quite like this.

Nor did you ever expect to be here with Xavier, but life was crazy.

You grabbed onto Xavier's arm as he started sucking on your clit. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he teased your entrance with a single finger, barely testing the waters.

You were lost in the feeling when suddenly the door handle rattled. You jumped out of your skin, nearly trapping Xavier between your thighs when you heard the security guards' high-pitched voice. "Fuck! Larry must have locked it before he left."

Xavier freed himself, prepared to cover you with his body when the voice of Mason, a co-worker say, "It's fine, we'll just have to look in there tomorrow. I can't find the key anywhere."

You heard their footsteps fade away, and you and Xavier both glanced at each other, before giggling madly.

"I'm sorry, y/n," he whispered in your ear.

"It's not your fault?" You said, running your hand along his face now.

"I'm gonna go back down here now," he said, kissing your hand before slinking down your body again. You let him go, now covering your own mouth as he grabbed your legs, his mouth instantly closing over your clit.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his fingers once again teasing your entrance. "I'm gonna make you cum in my mouth."

Xavier continued until you were shaking so severely that he had to hold you down by the hips, almost forcing you to keep your legs open. Xavier pumped a finger inside of you, his thumb meeting your clit while his tongue teased it simultaneously.

You came in minutes, sighing loudly against your hand as Xavier cleaned you up, before placing kisses along your thighs. You breathed heavily as you sat up, quickly taking off your shirt, revealing your bra.

"Fuck, y/n," he said, allowing you to unbutton his pants, your hands fumbling to get them off as soon as possible. "You're hot."

"And horny, so please take off your pants." You begged, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. When you were completely naked, you stared at Xavier's dick, wondering how in the hell it was supposed to fit.

"Don't look so scared, babe," Xavier said, cupping your cheeks in his hands. "Have you?..."

You shook your head, "I never got this far."

Xavier nuzzled your neck, and you wrapped your legs around him as he kissed along your skin, trailing along your collarbone before placing kisses on your jawline.

"Do you have a condom?" You asked, suddenly having an epiphany on the importance of safe sex.

"There's a box behind the pack of lightbulbs," he said, and you pulled back to look at him. "Chet told me about them, I swear."

Xavier wasted no time grabbing a condom from said hiding place, and you watched as he slid it on with ease. You wrapped a leg around his hips again, and he hugged you while he pressed kisses to your face.

"Let me know if I'm hurting you, baby girl," he whispered, and you nodded, holding him tightly.

You focused on the sound of more laughter from the audience, keeping your breathing under control as Xavier slowly pushed inside of you. He felt you tense up, holding you tightly and not moving until you encouraged him to do so.

After a few moments, you told him to move, figuring it would worsen before it got better. Xavier nodded, still holding you tight as he rocked his hips into yours, both of you panting as you grew more comfortable having his dick inside of you.

When you felt a lot better, you laid flat against the table, keeping a leg wrapped around him while he increased his pace. Xavier's face was screwed up as the pleasure coursed throughout your body. His large hand reached forward, grabbing at your breasts while you attempted to keep your moans at bay.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," you said, trying to keep your leg from slipping off his hip.

"You're so fucking hot, babe," he said, leaning over you until you were almost nose to nose. "I want you to come for me, y/n,"

You shook your head, not wanting this to stop.

Xavier hid his laugh, increasing his face slightly. "You're going to fucking come for me, y/n."

"Make. Me." You said through clenched teeth.

Xavier laughed now, adjusting your free leg enough to easily slip his hand over your clit. He rubbed you out with his thumb, focusing on you, wanting you to come before he did.

"That's it," Xavier cooed as you finally clinched around him, crying out behind your hand as he slowed down, watching as you coated his length. "Fuck..."

You dug your heel into his skin as Xavier came, his hips stilling as he kneeled over you, kissing you deeply. You were breathless as he kissed you fiercely, hardly allowing you a break until he climbed off you.

You sat up, feeling light. "That was amazing."

Xavier grinned at you, pulling on his boxers after taking off the condom. "It's all you babe, not me."

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syven-siren · 4 years ago

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Sharp Edges

Summary: Montana wants to try her new gift out on the reader. (Montana Duke x Male!Reader)

Warnings: Drug Use Symbolism, Knife Play, and Suggestive Themes.

Requested by anon: “I was wonder if you could write some Montana x male reader where she’s lil evil maybe some knife play, and dominance but also just some nice living with your murderous girl friend”

It’s well past midnight when you hear the keys jingling and fumbling in the lock. It’s no surprise Montana is coming home this late. Her aerobics classes cater to a later crowd. Being a night owl yourself, you don’t mind. Stretching over the couch, you wait for her to enter, hoping she stopped to get snacks along her journey home.

Minutes later, Montana tosses herself over the back of the couch landing on top of you.

“Hey, you.”

“What’s up, babe?” She kisses you hungrily. Absentmindedly, your focus returns to the television as you ask her about her evening. The conversation goes back and forth, very much routine until you bring up a topic that annoys her greatly.

“Was that creepy guy there again?” You instinctively tuck her closer to your chest.

“Yeah, fucking weirdo. One of these days I’m gonna gut him.”

“Hmm. Well, I got you something. Come on,” You roll off the couch, taking her with you.

Dragging her off to the bedroom, she questions incessantly for details. Fishing out the small box from the nightstand, you hand it over to her greedy fingers. Seated on the edge of the bed, you watch as she opens the box and a large smirk graces her features. You know your girlfriend so well. Pulling the object out, she twirls it in the light, watching as it shines and glitters.

“Aren’t you just the sweetest!” She giggles darkly, straddling your waist. Gifting her a switchblade, may not be romantic to most but to Montana, it’s one of the best.

“I know,” You agree cockily, smashing your lips to hers. Tangling your fingers in her hair, you lose yourself in the moment. She’s like a drug to you, one you are so willing to overdose on. A sharp pinch against your neck forces you to suck in a breath and fall back into reality.

“Be a good boy and take off your shift.”

When you don’t move fast enough to her liking, the knife presses further, breaking the delicate skin of your neck. A bead of blood dribbles down before being absorbed in the fabric of your top.

“Off now.” Montana leans away, watching as you strip for her. Her excitement is evident by the way she squeezes her thigh together, grinding atop your hardening length.

Once her demand is complete, you’re pushed onto your back allowing Montana to take in your vulnerable form. Your chest laid bare for her, she drags the blade along your skin. You shiver under the steel. Its coolness is a stark contrast to your feverish skin.

Mischief filters through Montana’s eyes, her ever-present smirk widens, “What do you say, hmm? How ‘bout we break this bad boy in?”

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chloelucia13 · 5 years ago

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Come Back to Me

Pairing: Xavier x reader

Request: “ Hi hi! Could I please request an Xavier x reader thing? Where its after the attack where he was locked in the oven, and instead of dying he runs out of there and to the house of his girlfriend, who didn't wanna go to redwood bc of everything that went down, and just basic fluffy comfort for my baby, and reader helping him heal with his anxiety and possible PTSD after the incident, and bringing up his confidence with his burnt face..My baby deserves it! Thanks!! ♡”

Warnings: Angst, fluff, language, some medical terminology ig? some COMFORT FOR XAVIER BECAUSE HE NEEDS IT

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this! I really hope I did it justice!!

Tags: @sexuallyconfusedspacedragon456

God, you were so fucking stupid.

You had been so adamant about not going to that cursed place, where so many people had met their end. You had begged him to stay home, knowing that you couldn’t go with him. You couldn’t bear stepping foot in that place.

Now, you wished you would’ve gone with him.

You were curled up on the couch, right next to the phone, as you half-watched the shows that were on TV.

Your mind was so busy with worries of what he was hoping, what would happen to him, that you couldn’t even focus on anything other than your thoughts. Not only were you worried of what could happen to him, you were worried of what he would do.

Now, you weren’t worried about him cheating or anything like that, you knew he would never do that to you. What you were worried about was him relapsing, falling into that pit that only drugs could distract him from, only to pull him deeper into that same pit.

You were spiraling, you had been ever since he stepped out the door, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

The only thing that paused it was a knock on the door.

You nearly leaped from your seat on the couch, pushing yourself onto your feet and hurrying over to the door, yanking it open as your heart pounded in your chest.

Immediately, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a head rest on your shoulder. “Xavier?” you whispered, gripping onto the lapels of his jacket, the pungent scent of burnt skin invading your nose.

“I’m so scared, Y/N,” Xavier sobbed into your shoulder, holding you so tightly you thought you may burst.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay. Come inside, let me make you some tea.”

He nodded, letting you lead him into the living room. “It hurts.”

“What hurts?”

“E-Everything.”

You nodded slowly, helping him sit down onto the couch. As you tried to pull away, he tugged you closer, gripping your shirt in his fists. “Xav-”

“Please don’t look at me. Don’t let me go.”

“Don’t look at you?” You gently skimmed your fingers up and down the length of his back, trying to calm him down. “Why don’t you want me to look at you?”

“He-he ruined me! He ruined my life!”

“Who did?” You froze. “Did... Did Blake find you?”

“He... He won’t be a problem.” You were about to open your mouth to press him further, but he spoke again. “Mr. Jingles came back.”

“Mr. Jingles? That killer from the 70′s?”

“He escaped from the mental hospital. He-he came back to kill everyone. Ray’s dead. Blake’s dead. Chet fell into a spike pit.”

All the breath left your lungs. “We need to call the police,” you gasped out finally, slipping from his grip and picking the phone up off the receiver. You quickly dialed 911, hands shaking so violently that you had to start over a few times.The moment you heard the operator speak through the phone, you rushed out the situation and begged for them to hurry.

Once the phone connected back to the receiver, Xavier reached out and took your hand in his. “It’s all over, Xavier. You don’t have to be scared anymore.” You squeezed his hand and looked down at your interlocked hands, your stomach immediately churning when you saw burns and blisters decorating his skin. Your eyes slowly skimmed up his clothed arm, all the way up to his neck and then his face.

A strangled gasp fell from your lips and you raised your free hand to cup his burnt cheek. “W-What did he do to you?” you choked out, tears beginning to streak down your cheeks.

“He threw me in an oven,” he voiced softly, his lower lip quivering. “I’m a monster now.”

You shook your head, taking a step closer so your chest was pressed against his. “No, you’re not.”

“Look at me, Y/N. How... How could you love me again?”

“Don’t ever say that.” You slipped your other hand from his grip to cup his other cheek. “I love you no matter what. You’re still the same boy I love.”

He shook his head, letting out a soft sob. “Why?”

“Because I don’t care what you look like, or what you’ve gone through. All that matters is that you’re here with me and you’re the kind soul that you’ve always been.” He leaned forward, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck. You held him close, whispering kind words to him as you led him over to the couch. “But, you do need to go to the hospital.”

He shook his head. “I can’t let people see me like this. I-I can’t. Please.”

With a small sigh, you nodded. “Okay. I’ll try and do what I can tonight, but you have to go in tomorrow. Okay? It’ll only be worse if we don’t treat it as fast as possible.”

He nodded, letting you slip away from him so you could go and grab some lotion and aloe vera. The entire time, he sat rigidly on the couch with his gaze set straight ahead on nothing in particular.

“Xavier?”

He snapped out of his trance at your words, turning to look at you. “Y-Yeah?”

You gave him a sympathetic look, kneeling down in front of him. “Can you take off your clothes for me? I’m guessing you’re burnt everywhere.”

He nodded slowly, slipping off his jacket and shirt before tugging off his slacks. His movements were laborious and slow, his face scrunched up in pain with each small movement. Once he was fully naked, and you were able to see the extent of his injuries, your fingers traced along his charred skin.

“It’s a good thing you kept your clothes on. If you didn’t, the burns would’ve been much worse.” You gently pressed your fingers against the skin of his stomach. “The burns on your hands and face seem to be some extreme second degree burns, but the burns on the rest of your body seem to be first degree burns, maybe bordering on second degree.”

His eyes lingered on you the entire, your presence almost a natural painkiller. You made him forget the pain, forget everything that happened to him.

You slathered aloe vera on your hands. “This is probably gonna sting a bit,” you warned, standing up and hovering your hands over his shoulders. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

A harsh grunt of pain fell from his lips the moment your hands made contact with his skin. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, working quickly but gently to apply the aloe vera to his entire body. Once you were finished, you let out a sigh and rose to your feet.“... I should have came with you.”

“What?”

You shook your head slightly. “I should have come with you. I can’t help but think that if I came with, maybe I could’ve saved you from this.”

“Or you could’ve gotten hurt! You could’ve died!” He reached out and cupped your cheek. “Y/N, I could deal with these things happening to me. But if anything ever happened to you, I... I don’t know what I would do. I couldn’t live with myself, that’s for sure.”

“And you think that I don’t feel the same about you?” Tears flooded your eyes as you stared into his own. “I don’t know how I can live with the fact that you got hurt because I wasn’t there-”

“I got hurt because I didn’t listen to you! None of this is your fault-”

“How do you know that? How do you know that if I went with you, none of this would’ve happened? This could all be my goddamn fault!” Tears streamed down your face, blurring your vision. “And you can’t even look at yourself now! You think you like a monster!”

“But you don’t think I do. And the only thing I care about is what you think. Your words are the only true thing to me. If I’m still as perfect as I was, then that’s true.” He brushed a few tears away. “But the one thing you say that isn’t true is that it’s all your fault. It isn’t.” A few tears slipped down his own face. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my life, it’s that the ones who think they are to blame are rarely the ones who are to blame.”

A sob sounded in your chest and you fell forward, haphazardly wrapping your arms around his shoulders and crying into his chest. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

You cried against him for a few moments, fingers buried in his hair as sobs wracked your body. Once you finally pulled yourself together, you pulled away from his chest. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you too. I always will.” He stood up and cupped both your cheeks in his hands, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “Thank you for being the best thing in my life.”

You let out a watery laugh, carding a hand through his hair. “I could say the same to you.” With a final peck to his lips, you stepped away and headed into the bedroom, coming out a moment later with his robe. “I don’t think you should wear a lot of clothes, so I think this will suffice. Just for modesty’s sake.”

“I don’t think we’ve ever worried about modesty’s sake,” he teased, but took the robe from your hands and slipped it over his shoulders.

You rolled your eyes, taking his hand and leading him into the bedroom. “You need some sleep. We both do.”

He nodded softly, letting you lay him down in bed and toss the covers over his body before you rounded over to the other side and laid down next to him. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you close, placing his chin atop your head.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke up.

“When I was in that oven, I just kept imagining your face. Every time I started to lose hope, I kept telling myself that I needed to stay alive so I could lay in your arms again.” You felt a few tears fall on the top of your head. “I thought I’d never feel your touch again.”

“And you’ll never have to worry about that again.” You lifted your head up, locking eyes with him for a moment before pressing your lips to his.

“I thought about one other thing when I was in there,” he continued a few moments later.

“Really? What about?”

He took your hand in his, his thumb skimming along your knuckles with such a fragile gentleness as if he was worried he would break you. “I was thinking- No, I decided that... I want to get married. I want to marry you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, a smile spreading across your face as you reached up and held his face in your hand. “You want to marry me?”

He nodded fervently, reflecting your smile. “More than anything in the world.”

You let out a small laugh, filled with excitement and joyful anxiety. “I’d love that. Truly.” He squeezed your hand and pecked your lips once, then again, and then once more. You giggled and kissed him back each time, unable to wipe the smile off your face. “How about,” you voiced once his lips left yours, “we wait a few months for everything to get back to normal. Then, we have a small little wedding outside of town.”

“As long as I get to marry you, anything sounds perfect to me.”

“Perfect.” You sighed dreamily, resting your head back against his chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years ago

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Main Masterlist

Characters I write for in this fandom: Michael Langdon, Xavier Plympton, Thomas Browne, Tate Langdon Stan Vogel, Valiant Thor, Jimmy Darling, Kit Walker, James Patrick March, Zoe Benson, Madison Montgomery, Austin Sommers, Harry Gardner & Montana Duke.

Ships I write for: Harry/Austin & x Reader with any character (or ship) that I have listed above!

Key:

❤️‍🔥 = smut

💔 = angst, depression, & anger

💝 = fluff & comfort

Series titles are in bold red

Appropriate warnings and tags will ALWAYS be added!

Michael Langdon Masterlist

Xavier Plympton, Valiant Thor, Stan Vogel & Thomas Browne Masterlist

Being Madison Montgomery’s GF - (Headcanon)

Mallory x Fem!Reader - (Headcanon)

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lanawinterscigarettes · 3 years ago

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Hey guysss

Can you send in some requests for Billie Lourd's characters from ahs please?? I really wanna write something for them 😔 it can be fluff, smut, angst, fics, headcanons, preferences, just gimme something

#aeron asks for requests #ahs fluff #ahs smut #ahs angst #ahs x reader #billie lourd #winter anderson x reader #ahs mallory #ahs mallory x reader #montana duke x reader #lark feldman x reader

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 4 years ago

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1984 Masterlist

Brooke Thompson

Montana Duke

Xavier Plympton

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lexwritess · 4 years ago

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hii! i saw that your requests were open and wondered if you could do like an angsty xavier x reader? with the prompts 38. and 19? thank you <3 !

why’d you only call me when your high? [x.p.]

pairing: xavier plymton x reader

warnings: dr*g ab*use, fighting, angst, smut, swearing, cheating, both y/n and xavier are assholes, it’s a fucking lot okay? it’s good tho promise!

college au!

italics is flashbacks

normal text is present time

xavier fucking plymton.

you had some sort of an idea what you were getting into once you befriended the gorgeous blonde hair idiot but you never imagined this.

“xav, get over here!” montana shouted among the loud music and drunk students.

“meet my friend y/n! she’s super chill, i think i’m gonna make her join the group.” montana smiles.

“make me?” you raise and eyebrow at the blonde.

“oh yeah, montana isn’t to keen on asking people if they want to do things. you’ll end up doing it anyway.” xavier jokes.

“i guess i just got that kind of charm. i’m gonna go fill my drink!” montana walks away.

“xavier.” xavier introduces himself and extends his arm out to you.

“y/n.” you reply and meet his hand to shake it.

“you go to school here?” you asks xavier.

“no, i do go to the improv classes after school hours though.” he replies, leaning in closer to you.

“oh really that’s cool! what’s your interest in that?” you ask.

“i’m going to be a famous actor!” he says cockily.

“oh yeah?” you ask with an amused smirk on your face.

“yeah, i’m already in tons of commercials.” he gives a smile back to you.

you giggle and look around the cramped frat house.

“you wanna get out of here? there’s a really good pizza place down a couple blocks.” you ask xavier, hoping he agrees.

“hell yeah, this place sucks ass.” xavier says happily and grabs his jacket.

“wait wait wait, you’re telling me you did a commercial for some weird ass dildo in japan?” you laugh loudly.

“shhhh!” xavier laughs and pushes his finger against your slightly chapped lips.

“i didn’t know! it was before i had an agent and i was desperate for a gig.” xavier exclaims.

“mmm, japaneseeee dildoooo.” you giggle abruptly.

“oh my god y/n keep it down! are you sure you’re not drunk?” xavier quirks an eyebrow at you.

“i was just at a frat house for three hours with montana fucking duke as my tour guide...i’m drunk.” you giggle again.

“good point there.” xavier laughs at you.

“you can’t act innocent. you’re just as drunk as me!” you cross your arms and look at him.

“well yes, but i never said i wasn’t.” xavier gives you a smug look and takes a drink of his soda.

“yeah yeah whatever.” you playfully roll your eyes and take the drink out of his hand to take a sip.

“do you have a bucket list?” xavier asks.

“no, i don’t think so? i mean there’s things i wanna do but i don’t have them all sorted out.” you reply, shrugging your shoulders.

“well what’s one thing, anything in the world, you want to do and we’ll go do it?” xavier smiles.

“well...i’ve always wanted to hook up with a famous actor.”

“fuck xav!” you moan out as xavier thrusts increase in speed.

“shit y/n.” xaviers eyes roll back as he breathes deeply.

xavier moves your legs so they’re above his shoulders. making him go deeper, causing you both to moan loudly.

“fuck y/n you’re so fucking tight for me. so fucking tight.” xavier grunts, pining your hands above your head.

“shittt, xavier! i’m going to cum!” you moan into his ear.

“i’m almost there.” xavier says in a breathy voice.

“fuck xavier please!” you plead, tightening around him.

“shit shit...go ahead cum for me!” xavier’s thrusts get sloppy as he gets closer to his peak.

your walls clench around him one last time before you both finish.

“fuck that was good.” you giggle and xavier pulls out with a big smirk on his face.

“glad i could cross that off on your bucket list.” he smiles and gets under the covers.

“goodnight x.” you say sleepily and scoot closer.

“night y/n/n.” xavier says softly and wraps his arms around you before falling asleep.

that’s the night you thought you found your perfect person, but nothings ever perfect.

“we’ve just been on a few dates mon, it’s nothing serious!” you explain to montana.

she had found out about you and xaviers “relationship” you don’t think it’s a big deal. you’re just friends.

“what about all the hot dirty sex i’ve heard about?” montana looks at you with her eyebrows raised.

you rolls your eyes at her.

maybe you and xavier aren’t exactly just friends.

“keep your eyes on the road.” you tell her, avoiding the question.

it was her turn to roll her eyes at you.

“okay, you’re still not answering the question.” montana points out.

“okay! maybe we have sex sometimes but it’s normal! a little...” you give her a sheepish smile and she just laughs at your stupidity.

“don’t tell him but i kind of really like him. i like the way his eyes widen when he talks about acting or the way he gives side comments that fly right over chets head, or the way he has to remake his sandwich when we go out to eat because he has this very specific order-.” you rant while montana cuts you off.

“okay, you’re in love with him! why don’t you date him already!” montana shouts.

“he’s just been distant i don’t know...he’s only been calling me over to hook up i think somethings wrong.” you say glumly.

“you should go over and check on him, his apartment isn’t far away from aaron’s. want me to drop you off?” montana offers.

you debate her offer. you don’t just wanna show up uninvited but you did talk about coming over earlier.

“yeah sure if you don’t mind.”

you knock on the door of the apartment complex waiting for your favorite blonde bimbo.

when there was no answer you turn the handle to see if the door was locked.

you open the door and walk into the house a little.

“xavier?” you call out.

no answer.

“xav?” you ask again walking towards his room.

you smile when you see the sight of xavier sleeping soundly in his bed, little snores leaving his mouth once in a while.

you walk around his room admiring the many polaroids of him and his friends.

you grin when you find the one of the night you met.

you take it off the wall to take a closer took at it but you knock something over.

“oops.” you mutter to yourself and bend down to pick it up.

you pick up a small orange bottle with the words oxycodone written on it.

not prescribed to xavier.

you look at the location it fell and found another bottle of pills.

you don’t bother to look at the lable of it and put the other one back.

“what the hell?” you say quietly, tears brimming your eyes.

“y/n?” a groggy voice fills your ears.

you don’t say anything and walk out of his bedroom out to the kitchen.

“wait y/n where are you going?” xavier asks rushes out to stop you from leaving.

“you didn’t tell me you were an addict.” you say just above a whisper.

xaviers face goes white and he runs a hand through his hair.

“you weren’t suppose to find out like this.” he says quietly.

“were you ever going to tell me?” you ask louder this time, making contact with his icy blue eyes.

“of course i was going to tell you.” xavier grabs you wrist pulling you close to him.

“were you high all the times we hung out?”

“no! not all of them...” xavier looks away uneasy.

“the past couple times we fucked?” you ask him with an attitude.

xavier looks at you and a tear runs down his face.

you scoff and continue to put your shoes on.

“y/n, please don’t go! i’ll stop! i’ll drop the pills.” xavier pleads.

“why do you even want me to stay? you won’t commit to me, you don’t wanna hang out with me normally anymore, and you only call me over when you’re high! im fucking tired xavier!” you shout, tears streaming down your face.

“please, i love you. i’ll stop for you.” xavier pleads again.

“you love me?” you ask him with wide eyes.

“yeah.” xavier breathes, his face inches from yours.

“you promise you’ll stop with the pills?” you ask xavier, extending your pinky finger towards him.

“promise.” xavier whispers and intertwines his pinky with yours.

he technically never did break that promise.

“remind me again why we’re getting ice cream ten o’clock at night?” you ask your group of friends with a smile.

“because we’re fucking cool.” montana replies.

“i wish we would of took a car, it’s freezing out.” brooke shivers.

“here! take my jacket.” chet removes his jacket and places it around brookes shoulders.

“you guys are disgusting.” you laugh, taking a bite of your ice cream.

“oh c’mon y/n/n, let them enjoy being in love!” ray jokes, nudging your shoulder.

“yeah, you’re just mad xavier didn’t show.” chet says while shoving a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth.

“wait you told me xavier had an audition?” montana asks you confused.

“i know...i’m sorry i lied. i’m just worried and i didn’t want to think about it.” you say quietly.

the group looks at you with remorse and ray wraps a comforting arm around you.

“guys be careful going around this corner, lots of junkies.” chet says distastefully.

everyone picks up the pace a little walking down the alleyway to get back to the main street.

you turn your head to look towards a group of people when you recognize someone familiar.

“holy shit.” you say with tears brimming your eyes.

“guys be quiet and fast now.” you say urgently and you quickly get back to the main road.

“y/n what’s wrong?” brooke asks.

“xav-xavier was back there.” you say with a shaky breath.

“i think i’m going to head out...i’ll see you at home tana. thanks for ice cream.” you say quickly, walking past them to haul down a cab.

you got and the cab and told the driver to go to Arrow street.

which is not where your apartment is, but xaviers.

you had a key to his apartment so you just let yourself in and sat on the couch waiting for him to come home.

that’s until you saw a glimpse of orange in the garbage.

needles.

you didn’t want it to be true you did everything you could to try to convince yourself it was for something medical, but the more you looked around the apartment and saw the scattered needles in his bedroom you couldn’t.

“y/n, shit you scared me!” xavier laughs nervously.

“you disgust me.” you say say standing up, turning around to face him.

“what?” xavier knots his eyes brows in confusion.

“listen, you don’t think i know but i fucking know. i know you xavier. you’re not secretive i know when you’re not yourself, but heroin! seriously?” you ask the boy you love with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“babe-.”

“no! don’t do that shit! you’re in deep shit now. you know that? i do everything for you and you don’t make me feel like it’s worth it...you make me feel worthless! you lie to me, you’re high every time we’re together, and you blow me off to go buy dirty needles off junkies! it fucking hurts!” you scream, finally telling xavier how you feel.

“is it all worth it? is being high all the time worth it? it is worth to lose me?” you ask bitterly.

“no, no it’s not...” xavier says quietly as a tear rolls down his face.

“then why don’t you get help!” you say with anger.

“i will! i will please, one more chance just give me one more chance please!” xavier sobs.

you direct your gaze towards the floor as xavier steps closer to you.

“one more chance.” xavier says again, grabbing the side of your face, tilting your head up to look at him.

“are you high right now?” your voice hoarse from the fighting earlier.

“no, and i’ll flush the rest of them down the toilet right now.”

and you gave him another chance, and another chance, and another fucking chance.

always luring you with the dates, his jokes, the sex, his charm, the i love yous, and you would forgive him every time.

almost every time.

“how could you?” you say with a shaky voice, tears threatening to spill.

xavier told you that he wanted to have a movie night later that night, but when 8 o’clock rolled around and you walked into his room, you wish you never would of went.

seeing a girl on her knees in front of your boyfriend and him enjoying it killed you.

“you need to leave now.” you tell the girl.

she muttered a sorry and left the apartment.

xavier opened his mouth to say something but you didn’t want to hear it.

“don’t fucking lie to me right now, is this the first time?” you ask.

“no, i’ll never do it again please-.”

“xavier!” you say sternly.

xavier inhales sharply. “no this isn’t the first time, i’m sorry.” he sighs.

“you’re always sorry aren’t you? did you guys fuck?” you ask, clearly irritated with xavier.

“yes.” you can barely hear him.

“i fucking hate you xavier plymton...you ruined me!” you shout, letting all your emotions wash over you.

“you know it’s not like you’ve been fucking perfect either!” xavier yells, he’s never yelled at you like this before.

“i didn’t fucking cheat on you!”

“you’ve been distant. when i need you, you’re not here. you’re out drinking, or hanging out with fucking ray! i needed someone so sorry i was fucking that bitch but you weren’t here.” xavier shoots back.

“are you fucking blaming me? the only reason i’m drinking and hanging out with ray is because you choose drugs over everyone! you’re not the same guy i fell in love with. you say you love me xavier but it doesn’t feel like it...” your sentence trails off at the end, you’re not sure you can argue much longer you’re feeling yourself breaking.

“well maybe it’s because i don’t love you! you’re always on my back and you never shut the fuck up!” xavier hisses.

you’re speechless.

xavier doesn’t love you?

you can see the regret in his face after the words leave his mouth.

“don’t talk to me ever again, i swear to god xavier. never again.” you say as calm as possible, leaving the apartment building.

you go outside and let all your emotions out. your back slides against the wall as you bury yourself in your knees and start sobbing.

you pull out your phone and try your best to see through your teary vision for montana’s contact.

“y/n what’s up?” she asks.

“mon, i, i really need you to come pick me up.” you hiccup.

“shit, of course. where are you?” montana asks with concern.

“xaviers...”

you hear her sigh on the other side of the phone.

“be there in 5.”

“that son of a bitch! i’m so sorry y/n, this is my fault.” montana rubs your back for comfort.

“it’s not your fault, he changed.” you say, your voice raspy from all the screaming and crying.

“i just, i don’t think i can see him for a long time.” you say quietly, burying your face into your pillows.

“fuck, y/n my works calling, i’ll be back im going to call off.” montana starts walking out of your room.

“no, i’ll be fine. don’t call off.” you tell her.

“no, y/n it’s fine.”

“mon you call off all the time, they’ll fire you.” you give a little laugh.

“are you sure?” she sighs heavily.

“yes! now go i’ll see you later.” you shoo her away.

you never thought that day could of got worse.

you groan at the noise of someone knocking at your door.

“montana you have a key!” you complain, going to open the door.

you’re taken a back when you open the door to see two police officers.

“can i help you?” you ask nervously.

“you are y/n y/l/n, correct?” the one on the left asks.

“yes, am i in trouble?” you ask confused.

“no of course not, you’re number one in xavier plymtons emergency contacts so we decided to come to you.” the other answers.

you blood runs cold as a million possibilities rack through your brain.

“we regret to inform you that xavier has passed.”

you swear your vision went black for a second.

he’s not gone.

he can’t be gone.

“what, what happened? i-i just saw him two hours.” you stutter.

“he was found outside his apartment, needle in his arm-.” the woman officer cuts her partner off and mumbles something about being to blunt.

“he overdosed, heroin. i’m so sorry baby.” she looks at you with pitty.

“thanks for telling me...” you say so quiet you’re surprised they heard you.

they say goodbye again and you shut the door.

“no,no,no,no!” you scream falling to the ground.

“why the fuck would you do that? why why why why?” you tell again, tugging at your hair.

you let out a loud, heartbreaking sob and fall onto your knees.

“i didn’t mean what i said...i didn’t mean it i wanted you to talk to me i was just angry. you were angry. fuck fuck!” you wail out again.

xavier fucking plymton .

#ahs #american horror story #ahs 1984 #american horror story 1984 #cody fern #cody fern x reader #xavier plymton #xavier plympton x reader #michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #evan peters #evan peters x reader

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infernwetrust · 4 years ago

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afraid of heights [Fem Reader x Michael Langdon x Jim Mason x AHS 1984]

Summary: Part of the gang pokes fun at Xavier’s fear of heights and you and Michael attempt to get a little frisky in the air.

Warnings: Very very light smut, swearing

WC: 1.3k

A/N: Part of the Bestfriends Universe that can be found on my master list, here.

"Xavier could you grip my thigh any harder?" you overheard Montana ask. She was in the row in front of you. Courtesy of Jim's parents, you all got to fly first class to Mexico for the summer. Xavier was a nervous wreck as he was absolutely terrified of heights and flying. He much rather drive to his destination, but he knew that flying was quicker. "You're gonna leave a bruise. We'll be fine, I promise." She grabbed his hand, intertwining her fingers with his, resting it firmly on his thigh instead of hers.

"Bet you 50 bucks he pisses his shorts on take off." Chet said to Ray, the two laughing.

"I'll bet you another 50 that he'll throw up first." Ray said.

"I'll bet on that too!" Jim chimed in, popping his head over the seat. "On the throw up though. He seems like the type."

"You guys are terrible." you commented, rolling your eyes. "I'm sure you all have something that you're terribly afraid of."

"And this isn't one of them." Chet shot back with a big grin from across the aisle. You looked over at Michael who had his head rested against the window frame, headphones over his ears, eyes glued to the window.

"Hey.." you said to Xavier, reaching over to rest a hand on his shoulder. "It'll be fine okay? I'm back here too if you need reassurance." He nodded and you sat back down, fastening your seatbelt for departure.

"Ladies and gentlemen this is your Captain speaking." a voice spoke over the speaker. "Very rainy and cloudy skies over Los Angeles this afternoon. Winds NW 23mph, expecting a very very very bumpy departure until we make it above the clouds. Total flight time today is 4 hours gate to gate. Doors are closed and we should be pushing back from the gate here, shortly." You could of swore Xavier's heart dropped after the announcement the way he let go of Montana's hand to run his hands over his face. You glanced over at Jim, Brooke, Ray, and Chet who silently chuckled to themselves. You were sure Michael missed the announcement considering how loud he kept his music in his ears, but he was no stranger to a bumpy departure.

All phones in airplane mode and within 10 minutes the plane was pushing back from the gate and the flight safety video was on as the flight attendants demonstrated. Xavier paid attention to the whole thing, everyone else either half asleep or listening to music on their phones. Montana's hand never left his once he finally let her hold it again. As the taxi that seemed to never end continued, you reached over Michael's lap to take a picture on your phone, patting his thigh and you fixed yourself. He gave you a sleepy smile before continuing to look out the window.

"Flight attendants please prepare for takeoff." the Captain spoke again as they walked through the cabin doing their final checks before returning to their seats at the front and rear of the plane. As the plane lined up on the runway and the engines roared, you could see Xavier tensing up. His leg rapidly bounced up and down and he chewed at the finger nails on his free hand, his window shade shut. As the plane left the ground and the g-forces forced everyone down into their seat a little bit, his grip on Montana's hand got tighter and she sighed.

The captain wasn't lying when he said it would be a bumpy departure. Almost immediately as the clouds engulfed the plane, it began shaking as it continued to climb, dipping every so often due to an air pocket or gust of wind. With each dip Xavier closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, his leg only bouncing faster. He quickly looked around, confused at how almost everyone else was calm, except for a few crying babies. Ray began watching a movie on his phone as so did Chet. Brooke and Jim were taking pictures despite the continuous rocking of the aircraft. You decided that you would continue to read a book you had started on Amazon.

When the plane had finally leveled out at cruising altitude and the constant rocking stopped, the pilot made another announcement and turned off the fasten seatbelt sign. Xavier wasted no time unbuckling his seatbelt and immediately dashing to the first class bathroom, hand over his mouth.

"Told ya." Ray said to Chet, Chet groaning because he lost 100 dollars. "Better find the nearest ATM in Mexico. You owe me and Jim 50 bucks."

"Motion sickness and fear is always throw up guaranteed." Jim laughed, plucking Chet behind the ear.

"Okay, guys." Brooke said. "That's enough. He's probably already embarrassed enough. Be a little bit more supportive when he comes back out the bathroom, yeah?"

"He knows we're just poking fun." Jim said back. "But fine, we'll be a little bit more 'supportive'"

"Speak for yourself." Chet said. "This is payback for that stupid little prank he pulled. He won't get to live this one down."

Wanting to get into a little "fun" of your own that wasn't poking fun at Xavier, you draped your blanket over you and Michael, your hand making it's way between his legs giving his length a good squeeze. He jumped, squeezing your hand and turning his head to look at you. He removed his headphones, resting them on the tray table.

"Can it not wait until 4 hours from now?" he asked in your ear, his voice a low growl. "We're not the only ones here y'know?"

"I know." you whispered back. "That's why I got the blanket, duh. Come on, a little mile high fun isn't all too bad now is it?"

"Always so desperate to be handsy with me in public." Michael said, his voice deep in your ear as he continued to hold onto your hand. "Wanting to stroke me to a mess in front of everyone."

"It'll be your fault if you let yourself become a mess." you shot back. “No shame in not being able to keep quiet. I understand.” You quickly removed your hand from between Michael’s leg, giving his cheek a childish pinch before playfully patting it gently a few times.

“I can so keep quiet.” he answered, defending himself.

“I know a few others that can back me up.” A wicked grin made its way across your face and you looked around at your friends. You jumped when Michael suddenly and aggressively grabbed your thigh.

“Come on then, Y/N. Let’s see if YOU can keep quiet. Better yet, let’s see how hard I can get you to squirm with my fingers.” You moved to say something else when Xavier walked back out of the bathroom.

“Say anything.” he began, glaring at Ray, Chet, and Jim. “And I will make sure you regret as soon as we get to Mexico.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” Jim asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Both.” Xavier smiled before turning his attention away from them and returning to his seat, where Montana put her hand over his, giving him a kiss on his cheek. He turned around to look at you, giving you a small thumbs up.

“Well I hope you at least feel a little bit better.” you giggled, returning the thumbs up as Michael fumbled with the button on your jeans underneath the blanket. His hand movements were slow and teasing, not wanting anyone to know there was remotely even any movement under there. You turned your head to look at him, but his eyes were back out the window, pretending as if you two weren’t even interacting.

This was going to be a long flight, not just for Xavier, but for you as well.

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