#xavier plympton drabble

[redroses07]

AHS boys cuddling headcanons. <3

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back from my year long hiatus! It's been a crazy year for me and I've been through a lot of ups and downs but I'm finally back! Expect me to be posting a lot now because I have a TON of ideas. Anyways, enjoy this little drabble! Love y'all!

Contains: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Michael Langdon, and Xavier Plympton.

Tate Langdon:

This boy is definitely a little spoon.

Constantly asks you to hold him in your arms.

You, personally love this, and happily wrap your arms around him lovingly.

Places soft kisses on your fingers while you trace his features.

Absolutely LOVES when you play with his hair, he practically begs for it.

Now don't think he's always going to be the one being held, that's just what he prefers.

If you're feeling down he'll pull you into his chest, and hold you like something's going to take you from him (his abandonment issues showing)

Loves kissing your neck while cuddling.

Kit Walker:

Kit is truly the most loving partner you could ask for and cuddling with you is one of his favorite things in the whole world.

Likes to see your pretty face so prefers that you two lay facing each other.

Softly tells you all the things he loves about you while pressing kisses to your nose, lips, cheeks, and forehead.

When I tell you his hands would be all over you, I mean ALL OVER. He loves to trace his fingers down your arms, torso and stomach.

Kit also likes to sneak his hands under your shirt when your laying together, and he often falls asleep with them like that.

Cannot fall asleep unless his hands are on you in some way (will not lose you like he lost Alma)

Anyways Kit is amazing and I am in love with him.

Pre-death Kyle Spencer:

Tbh he's my least favorite Evan character so apologies if this sucks.

For some reason I feel like he loves to nuzzle his face in your neck, and he often falls asleep like that.

Lets you lay on his lap while he works on schoolwork, and starts playing with your hair when he loses focus.

Loves when you sit in his lap, he will pull you in his lap literally anywhere. No matter if you're alone, or with your friends he feels the best when you're comfortably situated on his lap.

Jimmy Darling:

Big spoon!!!!!!

Loves when you straddle his waist or wrap your arms around his neck.

Really loves to feel as close to you as possible so he'll tangle your bodies together in every possible way.

One would think it would be hard to get comfortable like that but your comfort is Jimmy's #1 priority, even if that means sacrificing his own.

So if that means his arm falls asleep or his leg cramps, that's okay! as long as you're co. mfortable.

Jimmy loves to kiss your cheeks, and when he's in a silly mood he quickly switches between the two. This leaves you flustered, and in a fit of giggles.

James Patrick March

You wouldn't expect it but James LOVES cuddling with you.

On the outside he seems like he would be cold and dismissive in a relationship but you are his EVERYTHING.

Loves when you lay on top of him and he can comfortably wrap his arms around you.

Constantly whispers to you how much he loves and adores you and would do anything for you (In love with his accent)

Probably not surprising but he likes to leave marks all over you, and not just during sex.

Will bite and suck on your skin while you're cuddling. His favorite place to leave marks is your collarbone.

He sees this as an intimate act, and loves the idea that people will know you belong to him.

Kai Anderson

Lets be real...this man is not a cuddler. To be honest he only cares about you when he's trying to make the messiah baby.

But occasionally he'll be extremely overwhelmed with cult responsibilities and will turn to you for condolences.

Holds you while he vents to you about his frustrations.

Plays with your hair or fiddles with the straps of your tank top to distract himself.

Will also ask you about your day to give him something else to think about.

These are the few times when Kai shows his vulnerable side.

Will kiss your shoulders while you tell him about your day, or give him cult advice.

Michael Langdon:

I love Michael so much y'all he's literally my husband.

Cuddling can go either way with him tbh. Sometimes it's him holding you, and sometimes it's you holding him.

When he holds you he pulls you into him and traces is fingers along your back.

Loves to intertwine your fingers and tightly grip your hand. It makes him feel closer and more connected to you.

Cuddling is when you and Michael have your most intimate bonding moments. When you spill your deepest thoughts and secrets to each other.

On the other hand, when the pressure on Michael is too much, he wants you to hold him.

He cries softly, and stuffs his face into your chest in an effort to hide his tears.

When life just becomes too much for him being held and kissed by you makes everything feel okay.

This is a weird one but I feel like he'd have you brush his hair (I love long hair Michael don't hate).

Xavier Plympton:

Likes to listen to music while cuddling, and will softly sing along if he knows the lyrics.

Will also tap on your back along to the beat.

Likes when you lay your head on his chest and drape your legs over his.

Loves to talk while cuddling, telling you everything that comes to his mind.

He talks, you listen, and that's what he loves about you.

Takes breaks in between his various rants to kiss the top of your head and make sure you're comfortable.

[multific]

A Day Off

Xavier Plympton x Reader

Request: the "Max Falling Out Of Kayak" video on youtube but make it xavier and Y/N.

As soon as you saw Xavier, half of his kayak sunken, you couldn’t contain your laughter. 

“Y/N, if I move it sinks lower!” his voice was desperate as you moved closer to him. “Y/N, help mee.” he said with a whiny voice. 

Who could have thought that your day off from the camp could end up being so interesting.

The two of you decided to rent two kayaks and head into the water. Although Xavier said he was perfect at kayaking, he was certainly struggling now.

“Y/N, help me.” he cried again. 

“Nope,” you answered as you got close to him. You could see he was tense, not daring to move. 

“Please, Love! I’m sinking like the Titanic, this is not funny.” he said but you couldn’t spot laughing. Your stomach hurt as you watched him and his dramatic ass slowly sink into the pond.

“I can’t help. Try to stand up.”

“It’s too deep. Please, help me.” he said but as his hand touched a leaf in the water he made a disgusted noise. He finally grabbed the paddle as he cried for help.

In the end he could sit back into the kayak, but you could tell it was long over for the object. 

“I don’t know what to do.” he said again crying. You never stopped laughing and at this point you were sure your muscles will hurt tomorrow. The man who was always so confident in everything he did, was now whining and crying for help, and to you that was the most hilarious thing on Earth.

“I don’t know how I can help you. You need to get to the land to flip the kayak and let the water out.” you said pointing at the shore.

“I can’t it’s...ugh... it’s too deep, please, Y/N.” but you just laughed more.

***

“Oh, come on, Xav! Don’t be so mad! You would have done the same to me.” you said trying to catch up with Xavier.

After he finally decided to get out of the kayak and swim to shore, the two of you returned the kayaks and that is when he got pissed.

He got mad that you didn’t help him but laughed at him instead.

But you felt like it hurt his ego more than anything else. And now he was ignoring you. 

“Please, Xav. You promised me a romantic day filled with making out and possibly sex, yet you got angry with me after something like that? Please, stop being grumpy and enjoy the rest of our day. I may or may not have something on that you would like to take a look at.” you said raising your brows. You could tell this caught his attention as he stopped walking to his car and looked back at you. “And it may or may not be red...see-through... easily removeable.” you said smirking and he slowly walked towards you.

He tried to touch you but you stopped him.

“No-no, Mister. First you will have to take the lady to have dinner.”

“After you laughed at me at the pond? No way. The lest you can do is ride me in the car.” he said raising his brows.

“Maybe. So, if you do that, would that stop you from being grumpy?”

“Maybe.” he said mocking you as he pulled you in for a kiss. He slid the door to his truck open.

Maybe you should have more day offs like this one.

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A/N: Parts of the dialog is from the video, thank you for the request, I hope you enjoyed it! 

[syven-siren]

Summer Fun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So are you, X.”

“I look cute every day, babe.”

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

“What was that?”

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

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

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

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

[hecohansen31]

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

(A/N): Hey guys! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were pregnant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

… or just maybe you could tell the truth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He then kissed your forehead.

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

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

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

But then you heard him speak:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[random-fandom-words]

Xavier Plympton

Warnings: Death, references to smut, reference to drug use

Imagine being in a relationship with Xavier.

- You originally met in his aerobics class

- He couldn’t take his eyes off you

- He would be a sarcastic ass but still care about you

-Getting high with him in the Van

- Him being a horny mother fucker and wanting to take you on any flat surface

-Most of the time in the aerobics studio after hours

- He loves that big mirror

- Both of you having a tense flirty relationship with Montana

- Sometimes she would join you 😉

- Going with them to Redwood

- Having sex in Margaret's cabin when she's out

- Almost getting caught

- You along with the others get killed there

- You die before Xavier

- You get stabbed and pinned to a tree in the woods by the knife

- He doesn't know you're dead until you show up just after the others when the police leave the next morning

- Yours was the last body they found since you were killed so deep in the woods

- He was panicking trying to find you until they pulled your body out of the woods

- He was still holding onto some hope that you’d make it out of this alive

- You see each other at the same time

- Each of you are upset that the other was killed but still happy you can spend eternity together

[wonhosmistress]

Back To 1984

Length: 1,268 words

Warnings: N/A

Synopsis: Y/n convinces Michael to take her to the famous Camp  Redwood to have an up-close first look at the events that took place and meets the victims along the way.

A/N: I’ve been working on this stupid drabble since January and I recently just had time to edit it one last time and make small changes. Wow, I’ve been inactive for a while but here y’all go a 2-month late drabble I’ve been hesitant to post. Enjoy!~

"Come on, Michael!" She cheered him on excitedly, trying to convince him to travel back in time with her. He looked at her annoyed at the fact that she had kept insisting on the idea every day.

"Fine! if it'll keep you quiet." She clapped her hands in excitement, avoiding to annoy him even more that would eventually make him change his mind. 

"What year was it again?" 

"1984." 

"Why don't we just go to the place in a few weeks?" She stared at him with a serious expression.

"I told you that it was burned down by some random ass religious group."

 Michael sighed in annoyance but as long as she shut up about it in the future he would be fine with it. She heard him chant an incantation in Latin. He held her hand as they both slowly disappeared from their home to the outside grounds of the camp.

They both stood next to each other and looked up at the giant wooden sign that read Camp Redwood. 

"Are you happy?" He asked sarcastically. 

"Yes, I am. Come on, let’s go in!"

He sighs in annoyance following her wondering, how the hell this beautiful yet somewhat bothersome girl became his. They kept walking the small path and he felt that she was walking too fast. He caught up to her and wrapped his arms her waist, stopping her in her tracks. “Michael, let go.” She felt his warm breath on her neck and exhaled loudly in surrender. “What’s the rush, babe?” He asked in a soft tone. They both stood still in their dark surroundings feeling the dry heat. Her gaze was fixed at the sky making him lookup as well, the stars were lighting the sky brightly enough to make anyone enamored by it. “Isn’t it beautiful?” She said feeling warm from the inside. “Yes, it is.” He said standing up straight pulling her body closer to his. 

The moment was cut short due to an abrupt scream filled with dread catching both of their attention. Michael released her from his grip, she turned around and stared at him with doe filled eyes hoping he would let her go and follow her to help whoever was in need of aid. She was about to keep walking until she felt Michael’s grasp on her wrist keeping her from advancing.

“Don’t go.” She stared at him in confusion. “Why not?” “I don’t understand why you even made me take you here out of all places in time. We’re in Killer ground and we shouldn’t be messing with these events.” He said sounding concerned. “C’mon, Michael. Learn to live a little!” she told him. He couldn’t comprehend how she wasn’t scared about the entire situation. This moment had gone done as one of the most brutal murders in history; they were literally in the year 1984 where Richard Ramirez had gone on a killing spree in Camp Redwood. 

“Fine…” He said in complete defeat. He couldn’t believe that she had dragged him a couple of decades back for this, and before he knew it, she ran off towards where the scream came from. “Y/N!, WAIT!” He yelled running after her which he despised doing. If she were to die it would be because she was running towards a killer, who does that? Even he would avoid doing that. That thought had him thinking that he could resurrect her which made him grateful for the power he had.

After he had finally caught up to her, they both walked towards a wooden cabin that seemed like hadn't been used in years. She slowly and quietly made her way towards it until one of the steps creaked. “y/n, wait...we seriously shouldn’t go in.” He told her hoping that his words would eventually make her realized how screwed they would be if they messed with the events of space and time. 

“Michael, It’s okay. What are you so scared about?” She asked, trying to understand why he was insisting on leaving when they had just gotten here. “I’m not scared… I’m terrified that if something were to happen to you, I would never forgive myself.” He said finally laying one of his biggest fears out in the open to her. She stepped down the stairs and stared at him as her eyes wandered taking in his worried expression, she wrapped her palms around his cheeks softly and said, “Michael, I promise that as long as I have you...I’m not going anywhere.” “Just like you protect me, I’ll do the same for you.” She closed the space between them and wrapped her arms around his neck giving him a soft kiss. “Nothing will happen to me, Michael.” She said letting go of his neck and holding his fingertips gently before releasing him and making her way back up the stairs.

She carefully made her way onto the porch, trying her best to peek into the windows of the cabin but she couldn’t seem to make anything or see anything from the inside. She gripped the doorknob but before she did, Michael placed his hand on her shoulder. “We shouldn’t...we don’t know who’s on the other side.” He warned her. “We’ll be okay.” She reassured him. 

As soon as she opened the door, she noticed the shadow of a person inside so she decided to take it upon herself to be cautious as she walked in with Michael still behind her.

The sound of a girl's voice screaming made her jump and the next thing she heard was a loud thump on the floor of the cabin, making her duck as Michael yanked her down with her to keep her from being hurt from someone else. "Montana!" They both heard someone yell causing the girl with bright blonde hair to turn around. Montana noticed the strangers and glared at them. She looked intently at the guy next to the girl he was dressed all in black with a cape. Michael’s eyes bore into hers with malicious intent, instantly felt something sinister within him, that she couldn’t explain which was making her sick. 

Xavier stared at them and observed in pure dread and before he even knew it, he saw flames flicker in front of him setting Montana on fire within seconds. Not a single remnant of her existence was in sight or on the floor for that matter. A whimper escaped his lips as he backed up on the floor trying to avoid them both. 

"Please...don't kill me. I'll do anything." He said as tears streamed down his face making his voice crack. Michael and y/n noticed the white trousers he wore along with a blue muscle top underneath and a lavender jacket. "We're not going to hurt you," she said walking towards him crouching down to meet his eye-level and noticed the complete dismay he was in, it broke her heart seeing him like this. "Why should I believe you?" He questioned trying to grab the closest object to him to defend himself in case of any potential danger. She gently placed her hand on top of his wrist pushing it down slowly to try to assure him they meant no harm.

His gaze roamed from her face down to see her soft hand and remained there for a few seconds before looking back up at her. "Fine. I believe you...but not him." “How did he do that and why did he do that?” He continuously questioned watching Michael’s every move making sure he didn’t come near him. Y/n turned around staring at Michael who was a couple of steps away

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[amomentsescape]

Secretary Ross coming AGAIN to the compound and trying to force Michael and the new team to be again a government organization. Of course, now thanks to Tony and some calls, the Avengers were now a established private organization again. And also, before he literaly was throw out of the compound, Xavier and Montana give him the gift of the middle finger, literally.

A/N: You know an actor does a great job when you’re angered by his character...

Way Ahead of You (Avenger! Michael, Xavier, Montana)

The tension was as high as could be, almost enough to make the building collapse around them.

Montana and Xavier watched on as Michael clenched his jaw and tried to avoid eye contact with the man speaking.

“This city would be nonexistent without some type of regulation.”

Even the normally composed Michael couldn’t help but roll his eyes at him.

“Something funny, Mr. Langdon?” Secretary Ross spat out, clearly annoyed.

“That’ll be Mr. Stark to you.” Michael adjusted himself in the uncomfortable seat. “And no, nothing funny. Something is quite pathetic, however.”

Xavier’s eyes widened at his choice of words, and he tried hard not to burst out laughing.

Secretary Ross shot Michael a look that was meant to be intimidating, but the boy was having none of it.

“Some time ago, you came here to talk to the Avengers into doing the exact same thing. What makes you think we’ll fall for it again?”

“There is nothing to ‘fall for’ here. This isn’t really an option for any of you either. The group of you was already a threat beforehand, but now you have added on new members, putting the risk even higher.”

Michael looked quite offended at this, standing up to face the man head on.

“Exactly what do you mean by that? These new ‘members’ of ours are incredibly trustworthy and are fighting for the same things. There is no threat to the citizens of this nation.”

Secretary Ross just shook his head at this, letting out a humorless laugh.

“Lives have been in danger because of you. The country will be more at peace knowing that beings like you are under control.”

Michael’s hand came down harshly on the wooden table, startling Xavier and Montana.

“I don’t think I like your tone, Mr. Ross.”

“You don’t get much of an option here, boy.”

Michael pushed himself away from the situation, turning around to face the opposite direction.

“My father has fought for our independence and opportunity to choose what we believe is right. You are not about to waltz in here and take it away from us.” He swiftly spun back around as his lips quirked into a smirk.

“He was so determined by this that he knew it wouldn’t be long for you and your people to try this stunt again. So I’d hate to break it to you, but you’re too late.”

Montana smiled at this, giving a look to Xavier as if to say “told you so.”

“What do you mean?” Secretary Ross asked him.

“My father was quick to make some calls and figure things out. We are a private organization, and we are staying that way.”

The man was at a loss for words. He just stood there, not knowing how to respond. It wasn’t like he was going to have the opportunity to anyways.

“If you will please escort Mr. Ross from the premises, it would greatly be appreciated.”

As if on cue, Xavier and Montana stood from their seats and made their way towards the unwanted guest.

“Do not touch me! This is against the order of-”

“Yada yada yada. Will you kindly shut up?” Xavier mocked.

With one last shove, Secretary Ross was shoved outside the building and onto his back.

“Don’t even think about coming back, Jackass.”

With that, Montana and Xavier both raised their middle fingers at him, slamming the door right on his face.

[faeriecxrcle]

choking [5/31] -xavier x reader

warnings: sub!xavier, choking, face slapping, hand job, cum eating 

He’d been irritating you for weeks now with his cocky bravado and showing you up in front of everyone in the aerobics classes. 

The final straw was when he’d made a joke about you being a virgin in front of everyone, all of them laughing at your expense. You wait until he’s alone to confront him, approaching him from behind and turning him around roughly. You shove him into the side of a cabin, your hand wrapping around his throat tightly, “What the fuck was that about, you dick?” You growl, glaring up at him. 

Xavier looks at you with wide eyes, and for the first time since you’ve met him he’s lost for words. 

“Cat got your tongue, Xavier?” You sneer, squeezing his throat, and he lets out a small moan, which is when something pressing into your lower stomach gets your attention, and you glance down. 

He’s hard...like really fucking hard, and big...

An unexpected laugh leaves you and you look back up at him with a mocking grin, “Oh my god, you like this?”

“N-no-” he tries to argue back until you squeeze his throat again, massaging the sides of it, and he whimpers. 

“Yes you do...you really like this...” you tilt your head and watch as he tilts his head back for you, revealing more of his neck, “But oh, what should I do? I know nothing about this, being a virgin,” you hiss at him, and he whines. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that...” he looks away ashamed, and you grab his face with your other hand making him look towards you.

“So what did you mean by it, hm?”

Xavier takes a deep breath but doesn’t say anything, his face the picture of innocence, and you hate that, so you slap him, “Tell me!”

He gasps loudly, his breathing deep and fast, “I wanted your attention!” 

That makes you pause, looking up at him in shock, your eyes widening, “My attention? Don’t tell me, Xavier “Fuckboy” Plympton has a crush on me?” You let out a sharp laugh. 

His gaze tells you enough and you stop laughing, “Oh fuck, you do.”

“I’m sorry,” he says softly, and before you can even think you lean up and kiss him roughly. 

“You’re a fucking idiot, Xavier,” you moan into his mouth, and he grabs onto you moaning into your kisses. 

“I am,” another kiss, “I’m a fucking idiot,” he grabs a handful of your hair and tugs at it, making you groan. 

You push him back into the wall of the cabin, cupping his bulge roughly, “You want this baby? Want to cum for me?” 

“Jesus [Y/N]-” he whines, cutting off when you slide your hand inside his trousers, touching his cock directly. 

Wrapping your hand back around his throat, you begin pumping your other up and down his length; he’s soaked in precum and you spread it around with every movement, wet noises leaving his crotch. 

“Just look at you, so fucking desperate to be used,” you say sweetly, a smug smile on your face, and Xavier can only nod and whimper in response, throwing his head back and bucking into your hand. 

He makes such sweet, pretty noises, his cheeks flushing red the closer he moves to release, and you can tell he’s close with the way his cock keeps throbbing in your hand, the way his panting is becoming heavier and heavier. 

“Oh baby, you can cum, don’t hold back now,” you twist your hand a particular way, and suddenly he lets out a loud cry, and you press your fingers into his mouth, shutting him up. His dick twitches and you feel the warmth of his cum spread across your palm as you work him through his release, “That’s it baby boy, so fucking good for me.” 

Xavier mewls softly, and you lean up, kissing him softly before pulling away from him completely, your hand covered in his cum. You smirk at him as he shakily tries to keep himself up, leaning against the cabin. 

“I’ll see you tonight, baby,” you wink, licking your hand as you walk away, a smug smirk on your face. 

******

tag list; @sammythankyou @mylippo @jimmlangdon @1-800-bitchcraft @lunarfawns @michael-langdon-appreciation @ladynuwanda @sacredlangdon @lovelylangdonx @duncvns

[michael-langdon-appreciation]

Reader is the arts and crafts teacher and Xavier is trying to make a friendship bracelet and the reader helps him

THIS IS SO DAMN CUTE

Okay here’s a little drabble full of fluff and romance and cuteness! I hope you like it 💖

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He’s been sat in the back for the past two classes, all fingers and thumbs as Xavier tries to weave together a friendship bracelet. Once the campers are all busy, glitter and glue flying everywhere you approach him, ‘Xave? You okay there?’

‘I keep fucking up the pattern.’ He whines, shoving the bracelet away from him, ‘Why is this so hard?’ 

‘You’ll get it.’ You encourage, sitting beside him. The friendship bracelet is frankly….a mess. The colours are all wrong, making the V pattern look like disjointed snake and some of the strings are fraying. You catch his sulking face, as Xavier crosses his ankle over his knee and takes a drink of water, ‘You just need to get into a rhythm.’

‘I mastered the moonwalk while in training.’ Xavier snips, ‘I should be able to weave a simple pattern. The girls in the last class were laughing behind my back.’

‘Because the great Xavier has a weakness.’ You joke, taking his hands and placing the strings in his grasp. ‘You weave and I’ll lead you through it, okay?’ 

Together you try, looping over and under and over and under. The pin keeps the friendship bracelet in place as Xavier’s tongue pokes out of his mouth. For you, it’s a major distraction. His tongue lubricates his lips, making them shine in the low lighting. You’re only pulled out of your trance when the bell rings, signalling the end of class. Campers abandon their creations to go get lunch as Xavier shows you his progress, ‘See, it’s better.’ 

‘I got a good teacher.’ He trills and you can’t resist pushing him. 

‘You’re such a cliche.’

‘Hey now!’ Xavier bats his eyelashes at you, ‘I’m awesome and you know it.’

‘Just cause the campers think you’re the next Marty McFly.’ 

Xavier’s drawing closer, now it’s just the two of you. ‘Well what’s wrong with that?’

Your thoughts turn to sludge as his lips close on yours, his finger scooping under you chin to keep you in place. When you part his eyes are twinkling, ‘Best part of camp is getting to do that with you.’ He murmurs. 

‘Go make your bracelet.’ You try to play down your smile as you grab some cardboard and fix the bracelet to it. ‘This will help make things easier, you can set your strings out. You can show me when it’s done.’ 

‘You’ll be the first recipient.’ He grins, kissing your cheek. His long legs windmill off the bench as he jogs off, little shorts waggling his ass. You catch a few of the older girls giggle to each other, but you just get to work cleaning up. You and you alone know that Xavier Plympton’s heart lies only with you.

Just tagging some of my fluff babes:

@blakewaterxx @sojournmichael @wroteclassicaly @ladynuwanda

[duncvns]

How do you think Xavier, Duncan and Jim would react to being caught crying

For Xavier I feel like he’d play it off like he was laughing and when you asked him why there are tears running down his face, he’d say something like ‘Tears? Psh, baby. It was the wind or something’

Duncan is a bit different. He wouldn’t hide the fact that he’s crying, he would only try to wipe his tears and nose as to not look messy when you see him. He’s not closed off emotion wise, he knows when and where to cry.

Jim I feel would be similar to Duncan. He wouldn’t hide his tears. He would try and distance himself from you, afraid that he’ll grow a bit hostile and he never, ever wants to hurt you.

[wroteclassicaly]

Below, you will find my complete Cody Fern Characters masterlist! It includes prompts, drabbles, series, one-shots, concepts, headcanons, and MORE! The character of Michael Langdon will have an individual masterlist, the rest will be listed below, and as they are written!

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AHS Masterlist

My library blog

Main Masterlist

Key:

❤️‍🔥 = smut

💔 = angst, depression, & anger

💝 = fluff & comfort

Series titles are in bold red

Appropriate warnings and tags will ALWAYS be added!

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Michael Langdon Masterlist

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Andy Dolan:

Andy Dolan x Fem!Reader - Angst Prompt #1 💔

Andy Dolan x Fem!Reader - Angst Prompt #2 💔

Andy Dolan x Fem!Reader - Angst Prompt #3 💔❤️‍🔥

Andy Dolan - Headcanons w/ Virgin!Reader ❤️‍🔥

Waves of Blue - ❤️‍🔥💔💝

Jim Mason:

Rocking Into It ❤️‍🔥

Motion - (Jim Mason x Plus sized Fem!Reader Series )

Chapter One Teaser 💝

Future Teaser ❤️‍🔥💔💝

Secondary Future Teaser ❤️‍🔥

Duncan Shepherd:

Duncan taking care of you when you’re sick - (Headcanon)💝

Soft sex with Duncan - (Headcanon) 💝❤️‍🔥

Valiant Thor:

Valiant Thor x Fem!Reader - ❤️‍🔥

Stan Vogel:

My Cabin - ❤️‍🔥

Xavier Plympton:

Ride - ❤️‍🔥

Dibs - (Xavier Plympton x Plus sized Fem!Reader Series)

Chapter One

Crossovers:

Listen to That - (Duncan Shepherd x Michael Langdon x Fem!Reader) ❤️‍🔥

When the Tide Meets the Shore - (Andy Dolan x Jim Mason x Fem!Reader Series) 💔💝❤️‍🔥

Series Teaser - ❤️‍🔥💔

Thomas Browne:

(Coming SOON)

[siriustreasure]

welcome fairies

requests closed | drafts 89 (ಥ_ಥ)

hiya lovelies ! i’m melody or mellie / melly for short ! or if you like pet names you can totally use those !! <33 :)) please scroll for my masterlist <3

rules :

i will not write anything involving incest, pedophilia or lack of consent. i will also not be accepting any smut / nsfw requests for the foreseeable future.

favourite characters to write :

alucard, freddy, sun, moon, hvitserk, sirius, heinley, my ocs

favourite things to write :

fluff, angst, platonic pairings

characters + fandoms :

if a character / fandom is crossed out, i’m not accepting requests for them at the moment !

i currently don’t accept requests for celebrities, including the actors who play the people on this list. i do occasionally write stuff for them of my own accord however, so check my masterlist <3

american horror story :

incomplete, any pairing

michael langdon, montanna duke, xavier plympton

bridgerton :

complete, any pairing

benedict, prince friedrich

castlevania :

incomplete, platonic only | any pairing

alucard, dracula, sypha, lisa, hector

doctor who :

complete, platonic only

11th doctor, amy pond

dead by daylight :

incomplete, any pairing

yun-jin lee, the trickster (ji-woon hak), felix richter, the nurse (sally smithson), the huntress (anna), the artist (carmina mora)

euphoria :

incomplete, platonic only | any pairing

cassie, jules, nate, fez

five nights at freddy’s : security breach :

complete, platonic only

freddy, sun, moon, chica, roxy, foxy, bonnie

friday night dinner :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

johnny, jackie

house of ashes :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

eric, rachel, joey

love island : the game :

incomplete, romantic only

chelsea, kelly

resident evil :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

leon kennedy, claire redfield, lady dimitrescu, bela dimitrescu, daniela dimitrescu, karl heisenberg, ethan winters, mother miranda

red dead redemption 2 :

incomplete, platonic only

arthur morgan

remarried empress (game) :

incomplete, any pairing

heinley

scream :

complete, romantic only

billy, stu, tatum, sidney

the witcher :

complete, platonic only

geralt, yennefer, jaskier

vikings :

complete, platonic only

hvitserk, ubbe, lagertha, björn, ragnar, rollo

venom :

complete, any pairing

venom, eddie

wizarding world ( harry potter + spin offs ) :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

sirius black (ge only), remus lupin (ge only), queenie goldstein, dumbledore

masterlist :

vikings :

the end of an era ( hvitserk x sister! reader )

drabbles ( miscellaneous ) :

001 ( mostly hvitserk x sister! reader )

bridgerton :

prince friedrich courting you would include

corpse husband :

being corpse husband’s daughter would include part 2

[syven-siren]

Cabin Kisses

Summary: A game of spin the bottle leads to a rather exciting outcome for the Reader. (Xavier Plympton x Reader)

Requested by Anon: “Could you write a smut about xavier plympton where the reader is a long time friend ( also chets sister) that has been avoiding her feelings for xavier but then montana decides to play spin the bottle because she thinks the reader needs to loosen up”

A/N: I’m breaking this request into two parts. This is part 1 & part 2 will go up once I’ve edited it. Also, the gif is mine. 

Walking towards the girls’ cabin, you hear the rowdy bunch on the side of the door. Bracing yourself for the surge of enthusiasm you are about to be greeted with, you open the door while balancing the numerous bags of snacks you brought back from the dining hall.

“(Y/N)!” Multiple people call out to you, glad that you’re back from the snack run. Shooting a half-smile their way, you dump the contents in your arms onto the small coffee table while Ray helps you out by retrieving a chip bag that fell along the way. Drinks and snacks are shared throughout the next few hours and the intoxicated group quiets downs down as the night wears on.  

Topics of conversation change frequently never lasting too long before someone brings up a new idea. Most of the conversation creates a light dusting of pink on your cheeks but its the outright suggestive exchanges between Montana and Trevor that make your entire face go red. When asked to weigh in on the rather large size of Trevor’s “talent”, you stutter out a weak ‘I don’t know.’ in response.

“Come on (Y/N). You need to lighten up a bit!” It's not that you're shy, it just takes you a while to open up and be livelier. And, you guess when compared to your rather outgoing brother and your unruly friend group, you are the more introverted one even compared to Brooke.

“Let’s play spin the bottle!” Montana quips excitedly. Grabbing a bottle, she chugs the last of the beer inside and lays it on the wooden floor. Each person takes turns at spinning and there are some rather awkward moments shared; especially when Trevor’s spin lands on Brooke. Montana clearly takes issue with it, pouting and huffing before their lips are even connected.

Your dread deepens as each person in the circle before you takes their turn. With a shaky hand, you reach out and spin the bottle. It rattles along the floorboards before coming to a halt, pointing directly at Xavier.

“Damn, he’s lucky,” Ray mumbles out, disappointed.  

“Hey! That’s my sister!” Chet elbows him in his ribs, taking offense to how his friend is outwardly expressing his attraction to you.

“Sorry man, but it’s true. Your sister is hot.”

Watching the two argue, you don’t take notice of Xavier who has crawled his way across the circle and is now seated in front of you; a smirk framed on his face. His large hand caresses your jawline turning you away from the petty squabble between Ray and Chet. Leaning down, his soft lips hover above yours, waiting for you to close the gap. When you do, it's like a burst of electricity hits you; warmth spreading throughout your body.

Nipping at your bottom lip, Xavier doesn’t ask for entrance before his tongue slips into your mouth. Moaning as how he deepens the kiss and tangles his hands in your hair. At the sound of your desperate mewl, the spectators cheer, “oh and ah”-ing at the two of you. It brings you back to the reality of the situation: You just kissed the guy you’re in love with in front of the rest of your friends and brother.

“Okay. That’s enough!” Chet pulls at your arm, tugging you away from your crush and ending the amazing kiss. Xavier grins like a Cheshire cat, winking at you and fixing his hair before sitting back down.

“Did you hear her moaning?!” Montana imitates your moan, exaggerating the tone of it. How mortifying they heard you moan like that. Embarrassed, you hide your face in your hands as she continues to playfully but hurtfully mock you. Standing quickly, you lie, telling them you need some fresh air. As you rush out the door, you hear Montana saying she was only joking while Brooke and Chet chastise her for how she behaved.

Kicking your feet back-and-forth, your toes barely skim the cool water of the lake. The dock creaks under the weight of a new person causing you to jump in surprise. Your nerves settle when you realize it’s only Xavier walking towards you.

“Montana can be a real bitch sometimes but she means well.” He says, taking off his shoes to join you. Humming, you continue staring out across the lake, still too upset and worried about what Xavier thought of the kiss.

“You know, I like the way you sound when you’re moaning,” He whispers against your ear, his low voice causes you to shudder in excitement, “How about you let me hear it again?”

[hecohansen31]

I have a request idea thing what if the readers a ghost investigator and they go to camp redwood and fall in love with Xavier

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

So... ahem this is a bit different what you requsted but if it is making you unhappy and if you want something similar to what you requested just send me another ask, and I’ll happily work on the concept you need!

(I am sorry... I just love the idea of skeptic! reader+Xavier!)

WARNINGS: Superstition, Ghost Talk and Skepticism, Many Mentions of the 90s.

Sometimes you wondered whether it would have been easy to be born in a normal family, and not a ghostbuster one.

Not only you had started hating the song “ghostbuster” (mostly because, according to your parents ‘we don’t bust ghost, we just make sure that they find their way to Death, in the best way possible’) but you had to constantly endure the teasing of your skeptic schoolmates.

‘Why couldn’t you just do a normal job?’ you had mumbled once, in a full-on adolescential rant, full of hormones and annoyed by the constant teasing ‘... I constantly get told I am the freak at school because of this!’.

‘It’s our service to the world, (Y/N)’ had replied sternly your father, meanwhile your mother nodded and you had uttered, before slamming the door as an Hollywood diva.

‘But ghosts aren’t even real!’.

Although you didn’t believe it, truly.

When you were nothing but a child, you had believed in ghosts, in friendly ghosts, who wouldn’t hurt you and would be your friends, also known as your first invisible friends, but growing up you had just lost interest for all that stuff, although you didn’t question the existence of ghosts.

You just felt like it wasn’t something that truly was real... till it was.

Like that summer.

It was the summer of 1992, you were at your last year of college and to collect some extra money you had thought about helping your parents who worked at some kind of show lately, since they had become rather popular, and mostly... it paid your student loans.

It was all set up on staying in some “haunted” place, the cringiest ones you could find, where nothing would happen, in the extreme attempt of your parents to summon some spirits.

Most of the time the producers would dose some special effects, and they all would wrap up that shit happily, meanwhile your parents almost protested against this.

‘We are professional! Not some kind of circus attraction!’ had mumbled your mother, once the producer had suggested that they tried to take a more ‘hippie’ look for the entire thing.

‘This is a serious job’ had replied your father, meanwhile you had to withhold a smirk.

You had to admit that although the experience was strange, you hadn’t hated that summer, it was one of the best you had had.

And the most heartbreaking one.

The last step of the journey was the infamous “Camp Redwood” which had been left to fend for itself once Margaret Wood, its former owner, had disappeared in it, but not before horrible things had been going down, both with Mr Jingle and Brooke Thompson.

Rumor had it that it was haunted by all the people killed inside its limits.

You had arrived late that night, and although your parents hadn’t wanted you to wander off since there was some kind of ‘off vibe’ to the entire thing, you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from having a bit of fun, on your own.

You just wandered around the place, which honestly gave you the chills, since people had actually been killed there, for three times.

Even if it wasn’t haunted, it was certainly cursed.

You were wandering around, mostly trying not to be lured in the woods and the lake, since they truly didn’t emit any kind of ‘good vibes’, asyour mother would have said.

But you enjoyed staying at the fireplace, imagining spooky stories and how they could be debunked, and you were doing this till a broken branch startled you.

You immediately shook the entire thing off as nothing but suggestion, turning around to the fireplace, meanwhile you twirled your elastic band between your fingers, eventually growing bored and going to put out the fire.

Just to hear the noise of steps on the ground, turning around just to be startled by a man, appearing suddenly in front of you.

He must have been barely older than you, dressing up as they did a decade ago, with the typical “cool guy” hair and a shining cross earring in an old style that made him look like he had been stuck in the 80s.

He wasn’t somebody of the crew, and you had known everybody since the start of the trip.

And although he didn’t move closer to you or threatened you, you couldn’t help but be at uneasy near him, wanting to run back to your trailer, but also... you were stuck there on the ground.

“I am sorry, I am lost, I must have wandered there...”.

He was lying, you knew it all too well: when you lived this long with people who lied as a work, you knew better than to trust easily, mostly those who didn’t look like they were lost, at all.

But you didn’t try to let him know that you knew his secret, steadying your breath, not wanting the awful atmosphere to get to you.

“...you should worry... you need to go”.

“Weren’t you lost?” you spoke back, knowing that your uneasiness towards him was justified, but you also trusted your guts in saying that he wasn’t pa danger to anybody.

“... you have to go” now his voice was serious “... pretty little girls like you shouldn’t be out the night in places like these”.

Although you didn’t show any kind of reaction to the ‘pretty little girl’, not knowing whether you should be disgusted or blushing, you couldn’t help but notice the emphasis he put in the last part of the discourse.

“... places like these? What do you mean?” you almost joked, feeling like this guy might just be some other kind of ‘ghosthunter’, just more believing in the entire story than you “... like cursed places?”.

“Haunted, sweetheart” he mumbled between gritted teeth, and this time the ‘sweetheart’ didn’t go unnoticed, clearly you blushed, grateful that the night could cover what was going on your cheeks.

“... you are joking” you mumbled, but he just sent your way a sad smile, before he turned around, not bothering to even acknoledge you further.

“Sleep tight, sweetheart” he mumbled, meanwhile he walked away, as mysteriously as he had walked in your life “... don’t let the ghosts bite your pretty ass”.

———

You had wanted to talk with your parents about what had happened the previous night, but in the morning you were so tired, due to the insomnia that had followed the stranger’s meeting, that all you did was drink coffe and try not to be in the way of the TV crew.

You couldn’t help but think that what the man had told you was a simple warning of what might happen your way, had you stayed longer, but at the same time, your skepticism was going strong and you honestly didn’t believe that you were in danger.

Even more because of anything supernatural...

Mostly because your parents had alerted no ghostly or haunted presence, although your mother insisted that she felt like the ghosts were simply hiding, not wanting to come out for them.

‘Would you like me to go around and ask for them to join us for tea?’ had mumbled the producer and you had thought that it was a rather nice idea, mostly to test out the man’s words.

You didn’t exactly start.  screaming for ghosts to join you, but since it was a nice day and you felt more comfortable visiting the lake by day, you thought about suntanning over there, meanwhile you faked being interested in your book.

But you were unable to focus on much, meanwhile you felt eyes all over you.

But you couldn’t locate where they came from, immediately the dreaded feeling of the previous night setting in your guts.

Maybe... the strange man was right.

“Aren’t you an attentive listener?” as if summoned by your thoughts, the strange man was looking at you, not hiding his interest for your half-naked body “I told you to go away, and you are out of here, suntanning”.

“Is it a crime?” You mumbled, annoyed, raising lightly your sunglasses “... didn’t know that you were a wandering cop”.

He sat himself down next to you, huffing lightly annoyed.

“Ok you got me, I wasn’t lost last night, but usually nobody is here, so I wasn’t expecting you, certainly, again, girlie, this place is haunted”.

“Well my parents are ghosthunters” you mumbled, meanwhile you made sure to take another good look at him and his strange clothes: it was something that you would see straight up from a Madonna’s videoclip “... so I have nothing to fear”.

He looked at you, skeptic, before turning to look at the lake.

“This place has seen enough tragedy, I don’t think that two idiots, no offense for your parents, will solve that” he mumbled, taking something out of his pocket, a joint “... you’d have a nicer summer moving to Beverly Hills”.

Again you lowered the glasses, and took the join from his hands, breathing in its sweet smell, before you breathed out the cloud of smoke in his face.

“... you wound me, thinking that I am some kind of ‘Brenda’” you mumbled, meanwhile you turned away, bringing your knees to your chest “... I’ll have you know that according to my mother I can emit amazing positive energy”.

“You think I am joking, when it is actually the truth” now in the beautiful stranger’s eyes something glimmered dark, some kind of rage to your reckless behavior “... well then I’ll have to show you how serious I am, Brenda”.

And then he vanished.

Like he didn’t run away, but he vanished in thin air.

And you knew this wasn’t a trick that the production had used.

Because all around you, there was some kind of static energy, as if anything was going to happen in a few minutes.

And then the stranger reappeared in front of you.

“... now you believe me?”.

“Nice trick” although you tried so desperately not to show your emotion in your tone, you knew that fear had gone through your body, like a little tremble “... but I do believe you, you are a ghost”.

“And I am not the only one, I am just nice to pretty girls, this is my last suggestion to leave before anything happens to your pretty face”.

And again he had vanished, and you were left with more question and your faith that ghosts weren’t real shaken.

———

You had told your mother about the meeting and she had simply shrugged off her shoulders, before she gave you an hidden microphone and a good bottle of holy water.

‘Sweetheart it is in your DNA to do this, just make us proud’.

You honestly didn’t know if you were more bonkers for actually following her suggestion or if she honestly needed to understand that her only daughter was setting herself up in a ghost trap.

Which didn’t work according to the stranger’s annoyed look.

“You are still here?” he scoffed.

“I might be able to help you... my parents always say that ghosts are just lost souls... and...” your “pretty” discourse was cut off by another glare from the stranger “... ok I’ll stop with the bullshit, but you always search me, so you must want something from me, I hope it isn’t my left kidney”.

“I prefer the right” he mumbled, but moved closer to you, meanwhile you pushed yourself a bit away to make some space for him “... I also don’t think that we have shared names, if you are not a ‘Brenda’ “.

You punched him lightly, surprised that your hand didn’t go through him, something which gained a smirk from him (“we can focus enough to appear more ‘physically’ “ “Oh like in ‘Ghost’ “ “I have no clue what you are talking about, sweetheart”).

“I am (Y/N)” you pushed out an hand, which he accepted, and although his hand was indeed rather physical, his touch was cold, reminding you of the tragedy he had gone through.

“Xavier” he smirked, before he flashed you a million watts smile “... you must know me, I was a rather famous actor at my time”.

You tried to search in your mind, but the only correspondence you could find was with the men who had died in Camp Redwood.

You had looked through the files you had found on the tragedy, and remembered he had been found dead with a knife through his heart, his death blamed onto Brooke.

“Sadly not”.

“Ahem... what a shame” he mumbled, his tone, although staying on a more sarcastic note, showed some kind of sadness.

“Well, maybe you might talk about your movies with me, and they might trigger something!” you proposed softly and something in him definitely seemed to come alive.

The night was spent with Xavier talking about his life previous to his death, with enough energy that you almost forgot you had a ghost near you, and not a true person.

And at a certain point of the night, Xavier who had come closer, had swung an arm around you, smirking softly at your blush, meanwhile he pushed his hips against yours, in an attempt to move closer to you.

After he finished all the stories of his beautiful life (which you felt like more than half were lies) he suggested he might as well accompany you to your cabin, since it wasn’t safe to wander off at night.

“... what assures me that you won’t take advantage of me, meanwhile you are accompanying me?” you joked, poking him in the ribs, and making him almost yelp.

“Oh but I won’t take advantage of you, seeing as you are half in love with me already” he smirked, meanwhile you can’t help but blush more, allowing him to accompany you to the cabins, as much as he could, without having to be discovered by your parents.

“Have a goodnight, Brenda” he giggled, before sending you off, vanishing again behind you, something to which you were never going to get used, and it took you a few minutes before you realized he was truly gone.

Not for long, since the following day he met you again in the same place, and the night after and the night after that, for all the nights of the week you were supposed to stay at Redwood, telling you not only lies, but the more you were willing to listen, offering your opinion, the more he opened up to you, telling you the truth.

“... I am not exactly an actor...” he had mumbled once, not even looking at you in the eyes, softly scratching the back of his head “... I once did porn, gay porn”.

You literally just looked at him like “dude we are past that”, since you weren’t exactly fazed by that, certainly no more than for the fact that he was a ghost.

“Somebody, who I thought was my friend, took advantage of me, it sucked honestly”.

“I am sorry that you had to go through that” you gently leaned closer to him, embracing an arm over his shoulders “... you didn’t deserve it”.

“The worst shit happen to those who don’t deserve it” you mumbled, meanwhile he smirked softly and meekly, brushing his shoulder against you.

“The world is a fucked up one”.

“Amen to that”.

Your relationship had grown rather close and suddenly when everyone was getting ready to leave you felt like you couldn’t just leave Xavier.

And he couldn’t leave the camp.

“Ghost” was nothing more than a telenovela, compared to your growing love-story.

“I am coming back” you swore in your last meeting, but he just looked at you sadly, knowing it wouldn’t happena again: he had beeen the one who had advised you against it “... I can’t just forget about you”

“See now you know all about the perfectness that I am, aren’t you lucky, Brenda?” he joked softly, trying to dry your tears “... I won’t forget about you, neither (Y/N)”.

And then he gently moved to kiss you, the coldness of his lips, definitely a reminder of his otherworldly figure.

And then you left.

But your heart stayed in Redwood.

[infernwetrust]

THE MASTER LIST

Michael Langdon  

Wandering Eyes (Part 1, Part 2)

Luke Langdon (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Xavier Plympton

Easy To Fall (Part 1, Part 2)

Jim Mason

Never Enough (Part 1, Part 2(Coming soon) )

A Collection of Moments (1)

Duncan Shepherd 

NO IDEAS YET, FEEL FREE TO SEND ME SOME :)

OTHER THINGS

Hands On [Michael x Jim x Fem Reader] (Part 1, Part 2(coming soon))

A Little Attention Please [Michael x Jim x Fem Reader] (Part 1, Part 2(coming soon))

Duncan Shepherd x Jim Mason

To Take Care Of (Part 1, Part 2)

Dive

The Hotbox

It’s The Little Things

To a Lifetime

Who Loves You Better?

BLURBS, DRABBLES, IMAGINES, ONE SHOTS, OR HOWEVER YOU LIKE TO CALL IT

March Madness [Jim x Xavier]

In His Office [Michael Langdon x Fem Reader]

Morning After [Jim x Xavier]

Marked You [You x Michael]

THE BESTFRIENDS UNIVERSE

BRIEF INTRO: This takes place in alternate universe, combining Cody’s characters Michael, Jim, Duncan (supporting), and Xavier. The 1984 gang is included as well. The Michael for this series is a cross between Sojourn and F&R.

f**k, i luv my friends

afraid of heights

saturday nights

winesday

between the haze

SERIES

The Devil In Me [Michael Langdon]

Plot: What if we took the Antichrist, Michael Langdon and turned him into founder and leader of one of the largest cartel’s in California? And what’s even better, is that you’re by his side through it all.

Part 1

Part 2

Plot: When reader meets Andy Dolan for the first time, little did she know that her life would change. Except add ex-boyfriend and current best friend Jim Mason into the mix, and you’ll learn very quickly that it wasn’t just reader’s life who changed.

A/N: This will be updated every so often and will be pinned to my board.

UPDATED AS OF 05/19/21

[wonhosmistress]

I’m in the mood to write some quick drabbles so what’s the mood for tonight my cuties?