#xavier plympton x reader

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𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬

requested by @aura-nightingale , hope this is what you had in mind :)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: xavier plympton x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your mom has always had one rule - well, two, if we’re being technical. “no boys, no toys” - but what happens when she unintentionally introduces you to someone who makes you want to abandon those rules?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4032

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i altered the timeline a bit because i'm pretty sure in the show, they get killed on the first night at camp. that would mean xavier and reader wouldn’t really get a chance to interact. hopefully it isn’t confusing

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Summer. It’s your favorite of the seasons and ironically your mother’s least favorite. There’s something about the energy. People are out with their friends and families taking a vacation and- there it is, kissing.

Maybe the heat drives everyone’s hormones into overdrive, or it’s the idea of everyone being half-naked, in some cases, fully naked.

You think it’s funny how quickly she gets irritated, and over the years, you’ve turned it into a game of sorts. Like now, for example, she’s picking up some food for the two of you in town. The sun is out, the wind blowing just right, meaning that people are in a kissing mood.

Across from where you sit, two teenagers are making out, noses bumping against each other, hands traveling under shirts and into shorts. You’re about to turn away, not wanting to invade their privacy longer than you already had when a disgusted scoff comes from behind you.

“Kids these days,” Margaret huffs, face pinched together when you turn to face her. “Where are their manners?”

You try to stifle the giggle that is just begging to escape. You fail, though, when Margaret adjusts her ascot, shaking her head with her ponytail swaying with her.

“It’s not that big of a deal, mom.” You regret your choice of words when she practically breaks her neck to send you a hard, pointed glare. “I mean, what I mean is—” You swallow harshly, stuttering out your attempt at ameliorating the situation. “I just mean it’s not that bad…“

She shakes her head once again, mumbling something about decency, or rather the lack thereof. “Well, come on then. We have to set up for little campers coming soon.”

—

You’re used to summer camps. You’ve been going to them for years now, eventually volunteering as a counselor. Margaret was always wary of letting you do it, especially after what happened to her.

This was why you were even more shocked when she suggested that the two of you reopen Camp Redwood. After all the stories you heard, you were nervous to even come within a two mile radius, but she needed your help, so you sucked it up.

The sun is shining far too brightly for your liking, and the humid air makes your shorts stick to your thighs. You use an old magazine as a makeshift fan when someone comes into the kitchen.

“How’s everything going, sweetie?”

You smile, “Hey, Chef Bertie! It’s going alright. Could be better without the heat.”

“Yeah, it’s a killer. Here’s to hoping it doesn’t get worse.” She takes a drag from her cigarette, fanning the smoke from her face. “You see those new counselors, yet?”

You forgot about that. Not many people were keen on the idea of volunteering to babysit kids in the heat, especially not after hearing the camp’s gruesome history. More of the reason why you are here now.

“Nope. You know how mom is. She doesn’t like me being around new people. At least not until she’s vetted them,” you explain as you help her stock the pantry shelves.

“Yeah, well, they’re something. Brought in a half-dead guy.” Your eyes widen at the information, already wishing that you were back home in the safety of your bedroom. The summer was just beginning, and it was already off to a rocky start.

“She’s giving them the tour now. You should go join, be around kids your own age.”

“You sure? I could stay and help.” You feel bad for leaving her there to deal with everything.

“Go.” She waves you away with her cigarette, “I got this, and if I need help, I’ve got a whole group of fresh new counselors to help me.”

You make your way outside, and thankfully, the trees have provided some protection against the harsh rays. As you get closer to your destination, you become increasingly more nervous. You’re not used to new people, especially not boys, Margaret made sure of that. She was always preaching that sex was humanity’s greatest downfall and how you should remain all good and pure until you were married.

“—sex won.” You hear someone talking and assume it’s one of the counselors. You have no doubt that she was telling them about her celibacy rule, and like most people, including yourself, they disagreed.

You’re about to step into view when you remember that you promised Margaret you would finish loading the rest of the things from the car. She’d give you a long lecture if she knew that you were too busy trying to meet new people to do what she asked.

As you turn, you step on a fallen tree branch, the snapping noise catching Xavier’s attention. He pulls his attention away from the group, looking in your direction, but you’re gone before he can spot you.

He snatches off his sunglasses as if that would somehow make him see better. Nudging Chet with his shoulder, he nods over to where you previously were, “Did you see that?”

“See what, man?”

Xavier looks at him like he’s stupid, which he thinks was true, considering how dense the brunet could be at times. “The girl?”

“Girl? What girl? Was she hot?” Chet’s slew of questions makes Xavier roll his eyes. He’s about to comment when Margaret told them to stop their chit-chatting and pick up the pace.

Before joining the rest of them, he looks back with a mission to find out who you are.

-

The sun starts to set once you’re finally able to sit down. In what seems like an attempt to keep you away from everyone else, your mom kept you busy, giving you task after task.

You’re sitting in the main office, one of those trashy romance books in hand and your shorts rolled up. She’d probably get on to you for that later, but they felt too sticky to have sitting on you all day. You flip through the pages, getting to one of those steamy, sex scenes.

“That’s hot.”

You nearly jump out of your seat. Slamming your book close and holding it to your chest, as if it were protecting you, you face the intruder.

“Ever heard of knocking?”

Xavier smiles sheepishly, toying with his cross earring. “Sorry. I was looking for Margaret.” He squints his eyes over his sunglasses. “And you are?”

“Y/N, Margaret’s daughter.” That nervousness from earlier was creeping back around. She had a rule: no boys, no toys. And being alone with him, whoever he was, was a no go.

“Huh. I didn’t know she had a daughter.” He makes himself comfortable, leaning against the table, arms crossing, showing off the muscles that you pay far too much attention to.

“Well, my dad… She’s my stepmom, but she’s raised me for years so yeah- she’s my mom, but not really my mom and-” You stop when you notice the amused smirk sitting on his face. “I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“Yeah. But it’s cute, so you get a pass.” He winks at you, and you look away, heat rising to your cheeks. Most of the time you never cared about Margaret’s “no boys, no toys” rule, but now you’re regretting it was ever in place because you didn’t know how to act around him.

Xavier picks up the book you had set down on the table and thumbs through the pages until he finds where you stopped reading. He glances from the book to you to the book then back to you.

“You know, for Margaret being your mom, I’m surprised you’re into something so dirty, babe.”

Before you can die and come back, the door opens, revealing the devil herself. Her curls have fallen some, and her face is flushed but you didn’t know whether it was due to the heat or to the fact that you were alone. In a cabin. With a boy. A boy who had already disgruntled her with his “sex won” comments.

“What’s going on here?” Margaret purses her lips, narrowing her eyes through her glasses. You swallow nervously - not nervous because there was a boy, a very attractive one, standing across you, but because you’d seen Margaret when she got upset, and it wasn’t pretty.

“I was just asking the lovely little Y/N here a question about the camp.” He shrugs, “I was looking for you actually but you were nowhere to be found so I went to the best next thing.”

“It seems like someone has forgotten all about my rules.” You know she’s talking about you, but Xavier doesn’t so he’s quick with a rebuttal.

“Oh, no, ma’am. Of course not. I was just about to head out.” He leans forward to grab his jacket, which you hadn’t even seen him take off.

“If you want your dirty book back, we’re hanging out at the campfire tonight.” He whispers it so quietly, you almost don’t hear him. Your face feels like it’s on fire, and you know you can’t blame that on the heat because it is considerably cool inside.

Xavier nods to Margaret on his way out, and she cuts her eyes at him. He chuckles, tossing a wink your way, which makes you giggle.

The smile wipes off your face once the door closes. Margaret turns to you, lips pursed, giving her the expression of a dried up raisin. “What was that?”

“It was nothing.” You busy yourself with tidying up the table, so you won’t have to look at her. She hums, obviously not convinced.

“Don’t forget. We have a rule. No-”

“No boys, no toys. Got it.”

—

Sneaking out is easier than you’d expected. Margaret was already asleep when you left, and if she had any questions, you could easily say that you were going to the girls’ cabin. What problem could she have with that?

In all honesty, you’re not that concerned with getting the book back. You’re more interested, however, in talking to the blonde, whose name you didn’t know.

As you get closer to the campfire area, you hear laughter and chatter and have the sudden urge to turn back. But you ignore that, thinking, why the hell not? You usually do everything Margaret asks, mostly because your dad always stated that her being your stepmom didn’t mean you weren’t supposed to listen to her.

Dad was gone, and Margaret had gotten unreasonably stricter and protective. Something that you weren’t fond of in the slightest. It’s not like you’re much of a people person, but you like having a choice, and it seemed like she was always taking that away.

“Hey! Over here!” A familiar voice pulls you away from your thoughts, and you realize you’d made it to the campfire. There’s a whole slew of people, but before your shyness can make its appearance, Xavier saunters over to you, throwing an arm over your shoulders.

“Guys, this is Y/N…” He pauses for dramatic effect, “Margaret’s daughter.”

Montana gasps as if this is the most shocking thing she’s heard in years. “Margaret’s your mom? Does that mean, you know,” her lips form a smirk, “you’ve never…”

The gesture she makes with her hands has you chuckling nervously, feeling as though you should’ve stayed at the cabin. You’re saved thankfully when Xavier cuts in.

“Leave her alone, Tana. Come on, Y/N,” he pulls you over to a log in the circle, “We have some things to discuss.”

“We do?”

“Well, yeah.” Xavier says it like it’s blatantly obvious, and you don’t know whether or not it is or he’s just messing with you. You think it’s a bit of both.

You eventually warm up to the group, which is not easy by any means. Part of Margaret’s protectiveness meant you aren’t used to new people. Especially not an eccentric group like them.

Every few seconds, it seems, someone makes a dirty joke. You just know if Margaret were here, she’d have an absolute fit. Xavier pulls out all the stops - flirting, making sexual innuendos, getting you to laugh.

He’s funny but not purposely trying to be; it’s just how he naturally is. Like now, he’s making a point, or at least attempting to.

“I’m just sayin’, would you really know if you were eating dog shit? Like, if it was seasoned well, and cooked just right, would you know?”

Ray shakes his head, scoffing, “You’re high, dude. I mean, we’re all high, but you’re up there.”

Xavier waves him off, turning to you, “What do you think, babe? Think you’d noticed?”

You shrug, wanting to sink into the ground as all the attention directs to you. “I don’t know. Wouldn’t it melt because of the heat?”

“See. She has common sense. You should learn from her,” Ray says, glad that at least someone isn’t acting stupid.

“I should, shouldn’t I?” Xavier asks the question, but he’s not even looking at Ray anymore, just you. The light from the fire makes his eyes seem a darker blue than they were before, and you shy away from his gaze.

Instead of staring into his eyes like the characters in that trashy romance novel you were reading, you clear your throat, “Can I try that?”

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” He laughs, passing you the blunt that was resting in his hand.

—

The next few days go by in a blur, and most of your time is spent with Xavier. Margaret obviously knows something was up. If looks could kill, she’d surely have killed Xavier ten times over. She never says anything though, so neither do you. It’s nice, having your own little secret.

“Wait, so you’re telling me, she’s always been like that?”

You and Xavier are sprawled over your bed. The heat had taken its toll, meaning you’re spending the day inside. The benefit is that it’s cooler, but the con is that you’re at a greater chance of getting caught.

“Yeah, one time, she hosted this sleepover thing with my friends, and she gave a thirty minute talk about the importance of, and I quote, ‘remaining pure and good because the Lord loves you.’”

"Were those the same friends who gave you that dildo?” He wiggles his eyebrows. You laugh at him, putting your pillow over your face in embarrassment.

“I hate that I told you that.”

He removes the pillow from your face, pouting, “Hey, now, I thought we were friends, and friends tell each other everything. Besides, you were pretty high, so you can’t be blamed.”

This is what you liked most about your newfound relationship - the simplicity. There is something so appealing about not having to constantly talk about virtues. Plus, it helps that you’ve developed a little, itty-bitty crush on him, that isn’t that little and is growing every day you spend with him.

“That’s actually where her saying came from,” you explain, sitting up and using the pillow he’d taken from you as a cushion. “They gave it to me as a joke, but I never used it—”

“—Aw, really, would’ve loved to see that.” Xavier cuts in, and you hope that he can’t see how much of an effect he has on you. You laugh nervously, fiddling with the hem of your shorts.

“A-Anyway,” your stutter catches his attention as he throws a wink in your direction, making you shake your head. “I had it hidden under my bed so she wouldn’t find it, but she did. Gosh, she made such a big deal about it. I mean, it’s not like I was doing anything with it.”

“You still have it?” His question sounds part joking, part serious. You’re not sure which one it is.

“No, of course not. She threw it out.” You weren’t upset about it. Your friends were, though, always complaining about how she was too overbearing and needed to loosen up. “Why?”

“Like I said, would’ve loved to see that.” There he goes, again. It’s like he’s in tune to your emotions and knows just the thing to say to turn your face into a sauna.

—

Something weird has been going on at camp these past couple days. Everyone is on edge like they can feel that something bad is going to happen. Little did they know, they were right.

You think it’s just a prank until you see the blood and the knife sticking out of a person’s body. Sure, you’ve watched horror movies, but none of those compare to what is happening right now. You run back to the cabins, hoping to find somewhere to hide.

Not knowing where everyone is makes your heart beat quicker, and not in the good way that Xavier’s made yours. When you finally make it to the girls’ cabin, you breathe a relieved sigh as you shut the door behind you.

You’re looking for a place to hide when you hear a sound. You feel like one of those people in a horror movie when the music starts playing, and the killer is in the room with them. You hear the noise again and deduce it’s coming from your bed. Searching the room for a weapon, you only find a bow and arrow. This’ll have to do.

You creep over to bed, and you can practically hear the daunting music getting louder with each step. A hand grabs hold of your foot, yanking you down.

“HA! Got ya!”

You hit the hard cabin floor with a thud, wincing.

“Wait- Y/N?!”

“Xavier?!”

The two of you stare at each other for a second before you notice the blood on his shirt. He follows your gaze, holding his hands up in defense, “I can explain.”

“Oh, my god. It’s you, you’re the- What the hell, Xavier?!”

“Is this the first time you’ve said ‘hell’?” He seems so serious about the question, which makes you shake your head, considering the situation. “But why are you covered in blood?”

You look at your hands and clothes, realizing how it must seem, “I- I can explain.”

“Just-” he sighs, “Just tell me you’re not secretly some psycho killer. I really don’t want to get killed by the girl I like.”

You blink at him then shut your eyes, wishing that Margaret would have just let you stay home this summer, “What?! No! Are you?!”

“No! Why would you think that?!”

At this moment you realize how silly this whole thing is. You start laughing a bit before remembering that there was a murderer out there, and you should probably be quiet.

Xavier joins in, making you wonder if the weed you’d both smoked earlier today has anything to do with it. You continuously surprise  both yourself and him with how comfortable you’ve become.

“Okay, okay,” He sucks in a breath to calm himself. “We’ve got to find everyone else and get the hell out of here.”

You’d swap the bow and arrow for his flashlight and a wooden bat you see laying around. The camp is eerily quiet. The two of you stumble upon more dead bodies, mostly of people you’ve never seen before.

“Let’s split up,” Xavier’s suggestion has your eyebrows raising, and due to your very obvious confusion, he’s quick to explain. “Look, as much as I wanna leave this crazy camp behind - I don’t know, it might be a little dickish to leave all our friends. Besides, even though I’m not Margaret’s biggest fan, she is your mom… or your step-mom. Whatever she is, I’m sure you don’t want to leave her.”

He’s right, and your dad would probably roll in his grave if he knew that you left Margaret in the hands of two psychopaths.

You sigh, “Fine, but just- don’t die on me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” With that Xavier heads back towards the cabins, and you head to Margaret’s, which is closer to the entrance. You’re about to step inside when you hear someone talking. It’s Margaret.

“Oh, Benji…” Who is that? “You always said you’d protect me, and you did. That’s why it was so easy to blame you.”

Your curiosity gets the best of you, and instead of going in, you stay at the door, thankful it was open.

“That night…” she pauses, walking over to the man sitting on the couch. That much you can see as you peek around the corner. “When I murdered those kids who always made fun of us, I knew that you would protect me.”

What the fuck…

Your quiet gasp is clearly heard when Margaret turns around, eyebrows pinched together when she tuts at you. “Now, Y/N, you’re just breaking all kinds of rules lately, aren’t you?”

She quickly crosses the distance between you, dragging you over to the couch, where a man you could swear looked exactly like Mr. Jingles was sitting next to you.

“I love you. You know that, but I learned that sometimes you have to let go of things…” She smiles at you, and in the light, it appears a thousand times creepier than it should, “or people that you love.”

“I mean, look at poor Benji over here.” You dare to sneak a glance at him and realize there is a giant knife protruding from his chest. “And, let’s not forget about your dad. Gosh, did I love him, but he, too, had to go. Just like you.”

Before you can even wrap your head around the fact that she not only admitted to being the actual murderer of the massacre, but killing your dad, someone comes bursting through the door.

“Hey, babe, I found them. Did you-” Xavier pauses when he notices the gun in Margaret’s hand. When she even grabbed that, you don’t know. You’re still reeling from all this new information.

“You!” Margaret stalks towards him, “You’re the one that corrupted my little girl. If she hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t have to kill the both of you right now.”

You remember the bat in your hand. “Hey, Mom…”

She flips around, looking particularly annoyed as if you’re ruining her oh, so important villain speech. “Wait your turn-”

You don’t let her finish before raising your bat, testing the weight in your hands, and whacking her in the head with it. “That’s for dad.” You hit her again, not satisfied, “That’s for being a crazy bitch. And this,” you pant, swinging your bat again, “is for trying to kill me.”

A slow clap pulls you from your rage, and you see Xavier still standing by the door, a smile tugging at his lips, “Wow. That was hot.”

You glance down at her lifeless body, and the shock sets in. Dropping the bat, you raise a hand to your mouth, eyes widening, “I just killed her. I just freaking killed someone.”

“I say she deserved it.” You definitely agree but who would’ve thought you’d end up here. You sure didn’t.

Xavier walks over to you, stepping over Margaret’s body. “Now, what do you say we hit the road and never look back?”

—

Even though the both of you are covered in blood that isn’t yours, you and Xavier can’t stop laughing. After everything that happened just hours before, you would think you would be scared out of your minds, which you are, but there is something extremely cathartic about surviving not one, but two killers and making it to the next day.

Plus, it helps that the weather is just right. The sun shines, not a wispy cloud in the sky. It’s a perfect time for kissing, and Xavier seems to think so too.

He leans over, pressing his lips against yours, and you pray to whatever and whoever is out there that he can’t feel the literal heat projecting from your face.

Your chaste kiss is cut even shorter when a series of groans come from the back. You and Xavier pull away laughing when Chet follows up with an, “I know you guys probably want to fuck right now or some shit, but can we go? Like now?”

Xavier taps his fingers on the steering when the engine roars to life. “Oh, yeah, baby!”

You rest your head against your seat, looking over at him with a grin, “So, where we headed?”

“Wherever you wanna go, babe.”

[auroracalisto]

oh god, i want to feel again

xavier plympton x reader, 3.3k words summary: the reader is the one of the two survivors from their little friend group along with brooke. all alone with a set of friends who are only around her for "status," she finds herself back at camp redwood. a/n: a complete rewrite of this fic from 2021. the fandom may be dead but I adored this fic when I initially wrote it. it deserves 23-year-old aurora's edits. some elements are the same but... it's clear that I have either grown as a writer or something has happened to the original writer within me (perhaps too many bouts of bridgerton and romance-esque things but let's not get into that) tw: death, mentions of dead bodies, suicidal thoughts, implied depression and anxiety, mentions of god and jesus christ but like not positively used (ones in an instance of finding a dead body YAY).

For someone who claimed they were terrified of the very place your old friend group died, you sure as hell didn't seem like it. At least, not on the outside. Brooke would have been trembling on the spot, but not you. No, you felt almost... well, not terrified, but worried.

You should have never let them talk you into coming back to Camp Redwood. How utterly foolish. Things always went wrong in this godforsaken camp, and it was nothing new to you. You knew it. Just the essence of the forest around it sent shivers down your spine.

And yet, here you were. The three you stood near fawned over the scenery. It was beautiful, yes, and it was just as beautiful as it had been when you had last been there. It hadn't changed a bit. But there was something gnawing inside of you. This place made you more nervous than you would like to admit.

Just thinking about it—about everything that had happened. It made you want to cry.

But the trio you had become a fourth wheel for said that they would be quick. They just wanted to take a look around, maybe check out the cabins.

You knew better. Coming back to Camp Redwood would lead to disaster. Coming back to the damned place was a death wish—and your past self, the one from just a few years ago, even, would have hit you for being so stupid to come back.

There was something about the camp that drew you in. As if there was something within your soul that knew it needed to be there. How foolish.

It had only taken an hour for your "friends" to leave your side, but you weren't surprised. They had never been truly good friends. In fact, the closest one to you, Nellie, had said that the other two were only friends with you for publicity. Sheryl and Junie didn't really care about you other than for some popularity points in LA's scene.

Being the only other survivor besides Brooke, you were like a little legend in your town.

It hadn't been Brooke. But it was your word against everything.

God, you missed her. She had been a good friend for the short time you knew her. All of your friends had been, in one way or another.

Chet knew how to get you fired up when it mattered most. Ray was earnest and always lended a helping hand. Montana knew exactly how to dress for any kind of scenario, and all of the little beauty tips she had given you made you feel like she truly cared about you. And Xavier. Oh, God, did you miss Xavier.

There wasn't a day that went by that you didn't think of the blonde jazzercise instructor.

It hurt your heart to know that he was gone. Forever. There was no coming back from what took him so long ago. And for what? For your "friends" to get excited over? For the crime fanatics to fantasize over? It was despicable. Deplorable, even.

On your way up to the camp, despite the urge within you to make them drop you off and you'd just walk home, you heard Sheryl talk about the Night Stalker. How handsome and ridiculously attractive he was. How she would let him have her in whatever way possible.

It made you sick to even think about it. Perhaps you should have made them drop you off and pick you up later. It would have been so much easier that way.

Maybe then you wouldn't have felt so sick to your stomach.

But here you were. It was 1987—three years after the massacre of your friends, and three years after you barely made it out alive. Half-alive, anyway. You were barely living, just going through the motions of what it meant to eat, breathe, and sleep. Even then you hardly did well at it.

You found yourself sitting on the edge of that oh-so-familiar dock, staring out at the lake. The water was dark and murky—not how you remembered. It had been so beautiful before, but perhaps that was how the world worked. As the years grew long and the soil grew spoiled, things changed. It had been quite some time since you last looked out to the water.

What else happened here?

You took in a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut.

You just wanted to leave. That was the first thing that came to mind. The second was, What the actual fuck was that?

Something brushed against your foot.

Your heart leapt to your throat and you quickly scrambled to your feet, suppressing a scream. You looked down at the water and saw a bloated body. A human body.

"Oh, Jesus Christ," left your chapped lips. The body had obviously been in the water for some time.

You took a couple steps back, your hands gripping at the edge of your shirt as you tried to ground yourself.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you breathed out, burying your face in your hands for just a moment.

As you looked up, you saw it—a flash of two blonde heads in the corner of your eye, standing by one of the decaying cabins.

The girls weren't blonde. Nellie was a brunette, Sheryl had unnaturally red hair that she claimed was natural, and Junie's hair was black.

You blinked slowly and almost thought, for just a moment, that perhaps you had truly lost it. Perhaps you were truly crazy and the fumes of the decaying body were getting to you—but then, you saw it.

That outfit.

The blues and whites and that signature coat.

Were you dreaming?

You didn't know. Even so, you found your feet moving before you could even think to stop them. In a matter of seconds, you were running. Through the mud, through the roots that sprung up from the cold ground. You nearly tripped a time or two as the cold air burned your lungs. You ran through the tree limbs that continued to snag your shirt and skin. However, you didn't stop. You didn't care. If that was who you thought it was, it didn't matter if you hurt yourself or scratched up your outfit.

It was okay.

It would be worth it.

You reached the area you had thought you saw him—the girls' cabin. It had to have been. That's where you had hung out during the short time you were at the camp.

The sight of the log building made you sick to your stomach. This whole thing made you sick.

If only you had listened to your gut feeling and passed up on the invite, then you wouldn't be standing here, questioning your sanity.

This was stupid. This was freakish, and your therapist would give you an earful when you returned to your sessions. You knew it.

But then, you heard a voice.

"Y/n?"

You didn't move for a moment, just registering the voice. It wasn't just any voice—it was Xavier's voice.

He's dead. It's not him. You're going insane, you thought, but you spun around anyway. Your eyes were wide.

You saw him standing there, all alone. He gave you an incredulous look before he rushed forward, his arms wrapping tightly around you. One of his hands rested on the back of your head as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of you—one he hadn't had for some time.

"What—what is—" you breathed out, your arms quickly wrapping around his body. "What the hell? You're dead," you said, tears forming in your eyes almost immediately. You buried your face in his chest. He's dead. He has to be. But he feels so very real, and it confuses you to no avail. "Xavier, you're supposed to be dead. Why are you here?"

Xavier chuckled softly, his hand gently brushing some of your hair away from your face so he could get a good look at you.

"You're smart, Y/n," he softly said. "Tell me why I'm still here."

"Ghost?" was the only thing you said.

He smiled at you. "God, I never thought I'd see you again. Why are you here?"

"My... my friends—"

You were interrupted, a scream erupting through the trees. Birds flew into the blue sky, spooked by the shrill noise.

You slightly pulled back, hands gripping onto Xavier. You didn't want to let go of him.

"My friends brought me here," you said, looking over your shoulder.

Xavier rose an eyebrow.

"What's going on?" you asked, looking up at him once more. You paid no mind to the scream—a part of you didn't care what happened, as awful as that sounded. The other part of you ached to go and help them, but you couldn't. Xavier was standing in front of you.

He was here. You couldn't let that go.

"What do you mean?" he asked, a playful smile on his lips.

"How are you—how are you here? You're a ghost, sure, but..."

He continued to smile, watching you with an unreadable expression. "Yes."

"That's... that doesn't help me," you huffed, noticing a smear of blood on his cheek. You reached forward, your thumb rubbing it off. You frowned up at him. "How the hell are you still here?"

"I don't know," he finally admitted. "None of us know. We're all here. Well... save for you and Brooke."

You blinked, furrowing your eyebrows. "You... what? You're all still here?"

The question chokes you up, and your tears are instant. "Xavier, I—I never thought I'd see you again. and you're—everyone is still here? Really?"

"You're taking this pretty well," Xavier said, snorting softly. He leaned forward, unable to keep his lips off of your skin. He presses a soft kiss to your lips. He'd missed you dearly, if you'd bother to ask.

"I watched all of you die," you breathed out. "I thought you were all gone. But you—you're not gone. You're still here."

Xavier watched you with his pretty blue eyes. "I really never expected to see you again," he said, giving you another tight hug. "Why did you come with them?"

"Um," you said, frowning a bit. "Closure?" You posed your answer as a question. "A chance to... to come to peace with what happened?"

"You sure as hell aren't getting that," he said, letting out a laugh. His lips found their way to your forehead.

You let your eyes shut. "It's only been three years, X," you said. "I've lived... three hell-filled years without you guys. I miss you so much."

You swallowed thickly, completely pulling away from him. You shakily wiped your tears away. "I... Brooke was sentenced. They are convinced she did it. Said there was plenty of evidence pointing to her, but I—I was there too. I don't understand why I didn't—why they didn't blame me," you rambled.

Xavier pursed his lips and he gently took your hands into his. "It's okay. It's not your fault. You know how the justice system is," he said, snorting softly. "It's not like it's a diamond in the rough. It's tough out there."

Your bottom lip quivered as you looked up at him. "Xavier..."

He smiled softly at you. He pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"I... I missed you. I miss you. I miss you guys so much, Xavier. You have no idea."

"Do you think that's why you came?" he asked, looking down at you. "To... be closer?"

Your eyes widened a bit. You hadn't thought of it like that. But maybe, subconsciously, that's what was happening. Your mind knew that it was a way to be closer to your friends. You never expected that you would literally get closer to them, in every way possible.

"You make a good point," you said, sniffling softly.

Xavier grinned, leaning forward to cup your cheeks. "You look hot for a twenty-six-year-old," he said.

You slapped his hand away, and warmth flooded to your cheeks. "It's been three years, not a fucking decade!"

His smile only grew. "You do, though."

You rubbed your nose with the back of your hand, sniffling softly. "You... Xav, it's only been three years," you repeated. "I never thought I'd see you again. I can't believe you're here. I... it's so hard to live without you. I never imagined I'd have to do it."

His smile vanished, replaced with a frown. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead again. You closed your eyes as his lips lingered.

"I know," he said. "But you can't stay here. There's nothing here that would support someone who's alive. You need to go back home, get back to your life."

A snort escaped you. "I don't have a life," you said. "I work. I go home. I sometimes have therapy which doesn't fucking work. I try to ignore the people who brought me here but they leave so many messages on my answering machine sometimes that I want to actually—"

A voice interrupts you, and it's obvious that the speaker is relieved.

"Oh, thank god. They're not your friends?"

Your eyes widened and you quickly spun around, seeing the blood-covered Montana. You could hardly breathe as you let go of Xavier, rushing over to the woman. You wrapped your arms around Montana as tightly as you possibly could.

"Oh my god," you breathed, tears forming in your eyes once more. You silently cursed yourself for the constant waterworks, but the camp seemed to just... draw it out of you. This entire situation was nuts.

"Uh, definitely not God," Montana laughed, hugging you back. "God, Y/n, why the hell are you here? You look hot."

"Hey, back off!" Xavier scoffed. "I already told her that."

Montana just smiled, pulling back. Your clothes were now bloody, but you didn't even look. You shakily wiped your tears away.

"I just... I can't believe you are actually here. Are you sure I'm not crazy? Am I dreaming? Pinch me," you said, holding your arm out to Montana.

She snorted and pinched you, hard. It left a mark.

Xavier smiled and reached forward, grabbing your bicep. "We're here, Y/n. No dreaming for you."

You lost track of time.

When you finally looked out of the dusty cabin window, the moon was peaked high in the sky.

With a slow blink, you looked over at your friends, not really knowing what to say. You didn't want to leave them, again. You couldn't. Not when you now know that they've been here this whole time while you've been grieving their deaths. Not when Xavier has been here.

You reached forward and took Xavier's hand, dragging him out of his conversation with Chet. Chet didn't seem too mad about it, though, and he just grinned at you before going to talk to Ray.

"Can we talk? Outside?"

Xavier smiled at you and simply nodded. He stood up and pulled you to your feet, leading you outside of the cabin. You stood on the edge of the cabin steps. Xavier leaned against the railing and you slowly sat down on the steps.

"Xavier... I can't... leave. I can't leave you guys. Not again."

"What?"

"I've got nothing out there for me, Xavier. I can't leave—"

"—absolutely not. I know what you want. You're not doing that. No way in hell. You're the only one of us who survived, and you need to keep on living, Y/n."

"I only survived because you guys all died before I escaped," you said, your bottom lip quivering. "Final girl trope my ass. Xavier, I can't function without you guys. I can't—I can't do anything without thinking about all of you."

"You will, eventually," Xavier said, sending you a soft smile. He leaned forward and took your hands in his again. "You're strong. You'll be able to."

"When, X?" you questioned. "When I've reached my eightieth birthday?"

He snickered softly and kissed your cheek. "That's bullshit and you know it. You'll be okay. You need to go home, Y/n. You know that we're here. You can visit any time you want to. Stay alive, for me."

"But I—I'll continue to age," you said. "And you'll stay here, exactly the same."

Xavier grinned. "Well, you continue to age for the fuckers who can't. Get a pretty spouse. Make some pretty babies. Come and see us when you have the time."

He was trying to talk you out of it. He didn't want you dead. Hell, if you had died when everything first happened, it would be different. But you were alive. You had so much to live for. He had protected you until his last breath, and he would do it again if he could. Even if it meant sending you away, no matter how much he would have rather had you there.

"I'll continue to age, X. But I'm not ever gonna marry. And I won't ever have kids. Don't lie to yourself."

"Why not?" Xavier asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched you.

"Because the one person I wanted that with is here. Not aging. Dead. A ghost. For fucks sake, Xavier."

He stopped for just a moment, letting go of your hands. "What?" he asked, tilting his head. "Who?"

"What?" you repeated. "You, Xavier," you said. "I didn't want to come back here because I was afraid I'd find your things. Your jacket. Your—your clothes you left in your duffle bag. I didn't want to come back and see the things that you had. I didn't expect—I didn't expect your whole damn ghost. I don't—I don't want to age. I don't want to go and get married and have pretty babies. I wanted to marry you," you said, choking back a sob. "I wanted to date you more. I wanted to fall in love with you even more than I already loved you. You dying made me realize that I would never have that. That I would never love anyone as much as I loved you, Xavier. As much as I still love you."

Xavier didn't say a word, watching you intently.

"I've mourned you every damn day. I—I've wondered, why in the hell did this happen? Why couldn't I have just died with you? And I nearly did it. Several times, Xavier. I would have done it again. After today. If I came here and saw that you... you still had things here. If I saw something that seemed like you or your blood or that damned oven, I—I would have done it."

Xavier quickly took your hands again. "Stop it. Stop talking like that."

"And see? You can't even say it! I've loved—I've mourned you for so long," you said, letting out a soft sob. "You've stared a tee this whole time and said noth—"

You were cut off by cold lips pressing against yours. But just as soon as you had been interrupted, you started kissing him back. You were still crying, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks—all of your pent-up exhaustion and rage releasing with your tears.

Xavier slightly pulled back and let his head press against yours. "I love you, too, Y/n. More than anything."

You squeezed your eyes shut. Xavier leaned forward and wiped your falling tears away.

"The... the only way you can stay here is if... if you die."

You took in a deep breath, looking up at him. You locked eyes with his, not wanting to look away. "I'll do anything I have to. I just can't leave you. Not again. I won't do it."

Xavier sadly smiled, and the ghost felt his own tears begin to form. "Alright, then," he softly said. "I won't stop you." He pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. He was getting what he wanted, even it it felt pretty bittersweet. "How do you... how do you wanna go, baby? It's your choice."

You thought for just a moment. You had thought this out many times before. You looked up at him, and your answer fell from your lips.

"I..."

[mushroom-words]

Working Double Time (a Dream Divine) || Xavier Plympton

Fandom: American Horror Story Pairing: Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader Words: 2482 Note: This has been rewritten and reposted from a previous blog. This has always been one I've been a bit proud of. Warnings: Public sex. Daddy kink. Soft dom!Xavier. Pet names. Protected. Fingering. Girl on top. Sex in car. Oral (male receiving). Let me know if I missed anything. Summary: Xavier takes you to see a drive-in movie but ultimately has other plans on his mind.

THE DARK SHADOW loomed over her shoulder, only to vanish from her view when she glanced its way. Then it reappeared suddenly, obscure and menacing and warning of an imminent danger that the poor, foolish nurse was not aware enough to realize.

        She peered around inside of the room where she thought—no, where she knew she had seen someone. Maybe a patient, wandering around lost in the middle of the night, confused about their whereabouts or why they were there.

        Calling out to the shadows, she flipped the light switch up. It flickered for a suspenseful second before blinking out just as quickly. She cursed to herself and turned to head back down the hall.

        The shadow confronted her with the menacing gleam of a freshly sharpened knife. It arched high through the air. A bloodcurdling scream—

        “Oh my God!” You hid your face in your boyfriend’s shoulder.

        Similar exclamations reverberated around the lot. They were mixed in with peals of laughter that sounded just as piercing. It was a typical night at the local drive-in. But normally you worked the concession stands and weren’t the one screaming.

      Your boyfriend somehow managed to convince you to watch the latest horror film playing at your workplace on your night off. It was the absolute last place you wanted to be, but you’d accepted because it was hard to find time with your schedules.

        Xavier chuckled and pulled you into him. “It’s okay, babe. The scary part is over,” he said. “You can look again.”

        “No,” you mumbled, refusing to lift your head. “I don’t wanna watch this anymore.”

        His fingers dragged up and down your arm tenderly. He knew you hated slasher films. The gore and sudden frights had a nasty habit of making you sick to your stomach. The movie had been added as a last-minute feature for extra screen time.

        He kissed the top of your head. “My poor baby,” he teased lightly. “It’s just a silly movie. It isn’t real.”

        “You know I don’t like this stuff, Xav,” you whined. You finally looked up at him through your lashes. “Can’t we just do something else until the next one? Something fun?”

        The gentle amusement slowly morphed into something scandalous at your words. You could almost see the thoughts in his head. His eyes smoldered as he looked down at your pleading face.

        Xavier dipped his head down to her ear and purred, “I know a good distraction, baby girl.”

        His voice ribboned around you like honey and silk. Warm tingles skittered up your spine. You shifted, trying to hide the effect he had on you. But he knew your body inside and out. He knew your body better than you did.

        He hummed and rubbed your thigh gently. His nose nuzzled the shell of your ear as he slipped his hand over the inside of your thigh, fingers massaging the delicate flesh.

        You let loose a breath. “We’re in public. I— Someone could see. I work here!”

        He chuckled at your attempt to retain your modesty. “That didn’t stop you last week, sweet girl,” he reminded you. You immediately flushed as he kissed the slope of her neck before suckling a tender bruise into the skin. “Right in the studio’s parking lot. Broad daylight—anybody could have walked by and saw my dick in your mouth.”

        Xavier skillfully nudged your legs to open wider—or maybe you spread them yourself. His fingers brushed over where your clit ached. You whimpered pitifully and let your head roll back on his shoulder.

        He laved his tongue over your neck before pulling back to admire the pretty purple. “You didn’t care about being caught then,” he hummed. “Do you really care about it now?”

        Xavier deliberately pressed his fingers directly over where he knew you needed him most. You gasped and jerked into his touch. He was already turning you to putty in his hands. He could melt you into a puddle with words alone.

        Emboldened by the desire fluttering through you, you reached over and palmed the outline of his hard cock through his khakis. He throbbed beneath your touch. It had your mouth watering as a needy groan pushed past your lips.

        “I-I don’t care,” you breathed, eyes already heavy. “I need you.”

        “That’s my good girl.” Xavier turned your face towards him and swallowed your whimper as he slanted his lips across yours. He completely devoured you, stole your breath away and gave you life, as he let himself play with the urge to claim your body again and again and again until your throat was raw from screaming his name.

        He deftly popped the button on your jean shorts and slipped his hand inside. Your slick instantly coated his hand as he cupped your pussy. You rocked your hips up into the touch, but he kept just out of reach of where you needed him most.

        “Is that all for me, sweet girl?” He nipped your bottom lip affectionately.

        You whined and nodded. Your eyes fluttered and your head lolled back. Still trying to convince him to touch you properly, you let your legs fall open further as you reached down inside his pants. His cock was hot and throbbing in your hand as you stroked him.

        He cursed and thrust his hips up into your hand when you swiped your thumb over the swollen head. His fingers finally found your clit, rubbing smooth circles against it before dipping down inside of you. He repeated the rhythm expertly, knowing exactly how to touch you to get him right where he wanted you.

        Your focus strayed from his cock as the band in your stomach pulled tighter. You didn’t realize you had slowed down until he sharply pinched your clit. A cry ripped past your lips as you jerked your hips away, your hand squeezing his cock so hard he thought he was going to cum right then. He groaned at the way you mewled his name desperately.

        “Come here, baby girl.” He removed his hand from inside your pants, pulled yours out of his, and unsheathed himself from his khakis. Your mouth absolutely watered at the sight of him. “I want to see your pretty lips around Daddy’s cock,” he moaned.

        His hand wrapped in your hair as your eyes glazed over. He smirked at the fucked-out look on your face, that dumb expression you would get every time “Daddy” came out to play. He didn’t even have to fuck you. You obediently lowered yourself and took him into your mouth.

        Xavier shuddered and threw his head back against the seat. “That’s my good girl. Fuck, you’re taking Daddy so good.”

        He let his free hand slide down your back and into your shorts once more, curling his touch against your bare flesh. His fingers teased your drooling cunt until your face matched. Saliva leaked steadily from the corners of your lips as you took him as deep as you could.

        Xavier suddenly pulled you up and into a kiss which was more tongue and saliva than lips. His hand held you in place so he could lay claim to every last inch of your mouth. Each nibble of his teeth or flick of his tongue shot straight down to your pussy.

        “C’mere, princess,” he grunted against your lips.

        Without daring to break the kiss, he pushed down your denim shorts to bare your entire lower half. He grabbed your hips and lifted you up onto his lap with your help to move your legs on either side.

        The horn blared when your ass bumped against the steering wheel. You jumped and separated, sharing a laugh as you repositioned yourself. You didn’t even think about anyone knowing what you were up to now. Nothing else existed in the moment except for the intimacy between you and the thick weight of his cock standing between your bodies.

        Emboldened, you took a risk and lifted your top over your head. It was dark outside now and had been for a while, and pretty much every window except for the windshield was covered with blankets. Xavier had put them up to make for a better movie-viewing experience.

        Xavier glanced down at your breasts and licked his lips. You grinned and snaked your arms around his neck. Both of you hissed in pleasure when you rolled your hips forward, grinding against his cock.

        He awkwardly dug around in his jacket pocket for a second before pulling out a condom. You arched your brow at him.

        “You’re prepared,” you observed as he tore the package open with his teeth. Then you gasped. “You chose this movie because you knew I’d need a distraction!”

        Xavier grinned, eyes blown with desire. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just wanted to see a movie.”

        He rolled the rubber down on his dick, biting his lip at the tingles shooting up the base of his spine.

        “Asshole,” you accused, breathless.

        “Keep talking, pretty girl.” Grabbing your hips again, he helped lift you so his tip prodded at your entrance. Your hand helped to guide him.

        Slowly he lowered you onto him. His chest rumbled with a low groan. He watched as his cock disappeared into your pussy, feeling each throb but just barely resisting the urge to slam inside of you, keep your hips pinned, and fuck you into oblivion right then.

        His cock stretched you beautifully. A wonderful pain radiated outward as he filled you perfectly, not leaving any room for anything else. Your head fell back on your shoulders as your lips parted on a moan. The movement thrust your breasts forward.

        “Fuck, Xavier,” you whined.

        He squeezed your hips. “What was that, baby?”

        “Daddy,” you amended breathlessly.

        “That’s my sweet girl.”

        When you were fully seated on him, you paused, taking the moment to just embrace the feeling. Then he lifted your hips up again before sliding you back down. He let you up again and brought you down, repeating the motion again, and again, and again until you were bouncing on him in earnest.

        Xavier wrapped his arms around your back to hold you close. His lips mouthed along the swells of your breasts and the column of your throat. He loved leaving his little marks on you. Claiming you as his.

        Your cunt fluttered around his cock. More slick leaked out of their coupling to completely coat his cock in your essence. Every wet movement, each brush of your clit on his pelvis, pushed you closer and closer—and from the way his cock pulsed inside of you, you knew he was getting close too.

        He brought a hand up and pressed his fingers at your lips. Obeying the silent demand, you parted them and sucked his fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the digits with a needy moan. He pushed down against her tongue until she was gagging around him, tears dripping from her lashes at all of the sensations attacking her body at once.

        Once his fingers were fully covered in your saliva, he pulled them out and pressed them against your clit. That touch alone sent you soaring. You whined, your eyes fluttering as your lower abdomen burned.

        He stared at you while he toyed with your clit, watching your reactions and how your face twisted into an adorable mix of frustration and bliss. Watching you was the only thing that kept him from closing his eyes and letting you ride him to completion. He needed to see you—to look at you, to know you were enjoying yourself.

        “My pretty baby girl,” he cooed. “Look at you.”

        Xavier ground the pad of his thumb on your clit in tight circles. The coil in your gut heated to an almost unbearable temperature and tightened as far as it could go. Your pussy squeezed his cock greedily.

        “I’m gonna cum,” you cried.

        “Yeah?” He renewed his efforts, determined to throw you over that edge of no return. “Go ahead, princess. Cum for Daddy.”

        It worked.

        All at once, your muscles sang. A desperate cry wrenched from your throat as your slick gushed from your cunt. Your body shuddered against his while your hips continued to rock relentlessly.

        Xavier’s eyes almost rolled back in his head. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him. Your chests were flush together, your body limp but twitching against his own. He began fucking up into you roughly, prolonging the convulsions until you weren’t sure where one orgasm ended and the next one began.

        Saliva drooled from your gaping mouth and stained his shoulder. Overwhelmed and thoroughly fucked, all your body slumped against him. All you could do was take his cock as he pounded up into you like a man deprived.

        His cock pulsed. Xavier groaned and cursed, stilling his hips as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He kissed your sweaty skin while allowing both of you to slowly come back down.

        Gently he coaxed your head up. He brushed aside some of the hair sticking to your damp face and smiled lazily, tracing your swollen lips with his thumb before kissing you. Tender, loving. None of the desperation and all of the affection.

        “I love you, sweet girl.” He rested his forehead on yours.

        “I love you too.”

        You carefully lifted yourself off of him and maneuvered back to your seat. You started to clean yourselves up when a bright beam of light shone in through the windshield. Cursing, you shielded your eyes with your hand, squinting to see who it was.

        Xavier swore and pulled the blanket from his window, opening his car door. “What the hell, man? We’re trying to watch the movie.”

        “With your clothes off?”

        Recognizing the voice as the security guard, you swiftly ducked your head as he came around the car. If he saw you, you’d be fired as soon as the word got back to your boss.

        Xavier quickly threw the blanket over you before shrugging. “She spilled some soda on her shirt. She was just putting on a new one.”

        “Uh huh. Look, I’ve been getting some complaints. Public indecency is against the law.” The beam of light landed on you as he bent down to get a better look. “Hey. Don’t you work here?” he accused.

        You shook your head silently.

        “Look, man,” Xavier sighed. “She’s kinda shy. Could you let her change her shirt in private, maybe?”

        The guard stood there for a moment longer, scrutinizing you, before muttering, “I’ll be watching you. No funny business.”

        He turned and walked away. Xavier shut the door to leave you with some peace once again. Both of you looked at each other before laughing as adrenaline and relief charged the air.

        He draped an arm over your shoulders. “So, I guess this means we got a babysitter now.”

[melodymunson]

AHS, Michael Langdon, Duncan Shepherd, Xavier Plympton, Jim Mason, and Andy Dolan masterlist

My fics for Cody Fern and American Horror Story

Jim Mason x reader- drown in this love

Jim Mason x reader- nothing fucks with my baby

Jim Mason x reader x Duncan Shepherd x Michael Langdon x Andy Dolan- Adopting a pet

Xavier Plympton x reader x Montana Duke- wild side

Xavier, Montana, and reader attempt to have a drunk and high threesome at his apartment but when the reader fails to have a major orgasm and when the sex is less than expected, Montana steps in to finish off the job.

Michael Langdon x reader x Madison Montgomery- bad romance

Michael, Madison, and you are a couple at the outpost. All that is standing in their way is the coven of witches. When Michael catches you and Madison in the act he teaches you both a lesson you won't forget.

Duncan Shepherd x reader- birthday surprise

You decide to try and find yourself a good summer at Camp Redwood with your good friend Xavier despite the threat of Mr. Jingles. When you happen to stumble upon Brooke and Montana in the forbidden cabin, a wild night for you and Xavier ensues.

Xavier Plympton x reader x Montana Duke x Brooke Thompson

You decide to try and find yourself a good summer at Camp Redwood with your good friend Xavier despite the threat of Mr. Jingles. When you happen to stumble upon Brooke and Montana in the forbidden cabin, a wild night for you and Xavier ensues.

Duncan Shepherd x reader- forever and always

You meet Duncan at a charity fundraiser and after winning a date with you, he takes you out. Soon after you start dating him and go on many dates together, falling in love before you get your happy ever after with your one and only Prince Charming.

Jim Mason x OC multi-series Heart of Novocaine

Jim loves to party and has a drug problem but when he finds out that his best friend has a drinking problem, he decides to get help for both of them. He is in love with her. The problem? She already has a girlfriend and he has a girlfriend too. Are they a match made in heaven for each other or are they just another lesson in each other's lives?

Duncan Shepherd x OC multi-series Strangelove

Duncan and his girlfriend Rose have been together for going on two years. They care deeply about each other. She has a secret though that he doesn’t know. Their relationship will be put to the test and their boundaries will be pushed. Will they be able to stay together or will their relationship start to unravel?

Duncan Shepherd x OC multi-series Another life

(Inspired partly by Eli Roth's/Keanu Reeves movie Knock Knock).

Duncan and his girlfriend of almost 3 years have their relationship put to the test when she goes away on a trip and Duncan is left at home until he receives a visit that will change his life forever. Crossover with American Horror Story Apocalypse and the Outpost/Michael Langdon.

Michael Langdon x reader multi-series Waiting For a Girl Like You

Michael is a player and reader knew him when they were kids. You go your separate ways and later cross paths again in college. You can't help but feel an attraction towards him. He ends up becoming your Italian tutor and you both come to know each other again. The problem? Michael is a fuckboy. Will your and Michael's rekindled friendship turn into something more or will you stay friends/FWB?

Surviving the Apocalypse- Michael Langdon x OC witches series

Who will survive the apocalypse? Its the end of the world. Michael, Coco, Gallant, Mallory, Venable, Mead, 2 witches Harmony and Scarlet, among others are some of the lucky few to survive. Or are they? They will be tested and pushed to their limits. Michael must test those left alive in outpost 3 but will he be able to resist temptation?

Andy Dolan x reader (abandoned wip)

Andy and reader had a tumultous and often complicated relationship and neither wanted things to end. They dated for almost 4 years but never married and even had a kid together and it was a girl named Opal.

Duncan Shepherd x reader x Emily Nelson (Simple Favor crossover oneshot).

Reader is best friends with Emily and dating professor Duncan. One night they decide to take their relationship to the next level with Emily once reader reveals her true feelings for the other woman.

Michael Langdon x reader oneshot- If I was Your Vampire

Michael Langdon x wife reader x Mallory oneshot (WIP)

Michael and you are married and in the outpost 3 together. When Mallorys true intentions and identity are shown she gets exposed and Michael and you make her pay.

@langdonss

[starlightlangdon]

A little blurb to start things off posting fics here! ( not all of my fics will be like this haha)

The Thrill Of The Chase || 18+ to read

( warnings: mentions of homicide, beginning of smut scene, toxic relationship?, possessive Xavier, ghost Xavier, dark!Xavier,)

Xavier was the one who took your life.

He was also the one to reinvent it.

Even 40 years after his death, Xavier has not lost the thrill of killing. It's the only thing that makes him feel alive and reconnects him with the feeling of actually having something to lose. Every time he sees the light fade from his victim's eyes, it's a rush like no other. After decades of boredom, circling the same woods over and over again... what else can he do?

Xavier killed you almost three weeks ago. Ever since, you've been his new distraction. You're still not really come to terms with being a ghost but in some ways, he's been a distraction for you too.

Xavier was... intimidating. Not just in the way he reminds you of your death, the way he's responsible for your death. No, there's something about him that makes you weak in the knees, makes you stumble over your words and makes your brain space every time he gets somewhat close to you.

He loves it as much as you might hate it.

He has a rule about you talking with the other ghosts. He doesn't want anyone talking to you, anyone messing with what he's deemed his. But today he saw you talking to Chet.

You had gotten lost in the forest of camp redwood. The tall trees all looked the same and once you got far enough away from the abandoned cabins and former camp counselor staff buildings, it all started to blur together. You didn't have the years of experience navigating these woods like most of the other ghosts did. You were what they called a ‘newbie spirit’. And today you sure felt like one. That is, until you ran into Chet.

Chet was using a set of makeshift weights he had crafted from some of the heavier logs from the redwood trees. You didn't talk to Chet for more than 5 minutes, just long enough to ask for directions back to the camp area. But that was long enough for Xavier to see.

Now you're pinned against one of the redwood trees, your mind filled with a dizzying combination of lust and fear. For Xavier, killing was what made him feel alive. For you, it was how Xavier made you remember what it felt like to have a beating heart that could race.

"What have I told you about talking to Chet?" He spoke the words calmly but his eyes burn with a need to hear your answer, his restraint being held by a very thin thread in danger of snapping. You've seen that look many times in the last few weeks. It never resulted in you walking away from him without a punishment of some kind.

"I-.. um" There it goes again, the way your brain blanks. You try to gather your composure and speak without your voice shaking. "I got lost. It's a big forest! I just asked for directions.."

He chuckles a little, almost like what you said was funny. He leans a little closer, his cross earring dangling slightly as his head tilts. "You say that like it makes it okay."

Your eyes widen a little. "Xavier.. I-"

He cuts you off before you get the chance to keep digging yourself into a deeper hole with him. "Shh. I don't want to hear it... " He almost sounds like he's comforting you, but you know better. "in fact, I don't want to hear anything"

His lips roughly crash into yours. It takes your words and your breath away, just like he wanted. His hand moves to your stomach, his fingers traveling lower and lower. He pulls his lips away from yours just enough to whisper against them.

"I want to hear you moan... not talk. No more talking. To me, to him.. to anyone..." His blue eyes look at you closely, narrowing slightly. "M'Kay?"

All you can do is nod, desperately trying to bite back a moan even though you know it's pointless to even try… he'll hear it in a few minutes anyway.

He always gets what he wants.

And what he wants, is you.

[austinstyles]

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

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

Meant to be

 Pairing: Xavier Plympton x fem!reader.

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

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

1984

(after aerobics class/ parking lot)

Y/n pov

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Xavier pov

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n pov

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

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

At the camp

Xavier pov

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n pov

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

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

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

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

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

🩷😃👍🏻🌸🖤

Grace

Tag list (for AHS 1984): @morby

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

i DO NOT want to write today so send me some asks for headcanons or imagines or whatever and ill try to write something

im currently obsessed with

chris redfield | resident evil

leon kennedy | resident evil

duncan shepherd | house of cards

michael langdon | american horror story

xavier plympton | american horror story

[galaxybabe2000]

Fetish Thomas Browne X reader pt2

Warnings : fluff, short summery

Every since Thomas and y/n browne had both welcomed, their y/d/n into their lives. As life was the busiest y/n feeding her daughter, the four including their son. Edward had all gotten along as Edward helped his, mom with looking after his sister. And also then that their lives had changed as Thomas, arriving home home with their son. While y/n puts the baby asleep Thomas he seen, how exhausted y/n was and he had. Insisted on taking care of their daughter and also, y/n can relax while she does something. To keep her busy as Thomas and y/n had both finally, happy together happily forever.

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

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[saintlucretia]

I'm such a sucker for 80s men

It's not a want it's a need

[chaos-is-beautifvl]

it’s been well over a year since i posted my writing in the ahs fandom. and, after a bit of searching the tags, i realized that the activity for michael langdon (in particular) has drastically decreased since i was last here

that being said, i have a couple stories that i never got around to finishing, as well as two series i left on hiatus. i, for sure, want to finish the series but let me know which one-shots you’re interested in. i would prefer to create stories that others are going to read and not just me

p.s. check out my other writing here and here (primarily michael langdon but also xavier plympton, duncan shepherd, and jim mason)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐧:

✿ class reunions are overrated || outpost!michael

you think class reunions are overrated but a series of events following a certain blonde friend change your mind

✿ it’s called magic, darling || dilf!michael x teacher!reader

all the teachers have a crush on the hot dad with the adorable daughter but he only has his eyes set on one

✿ you’re not my friend

you and michael have to work together on a new project. michael is used to everyone falling at his feet, but he’s in for a rude awakening you could give zero fucks || inspired by therefore i am - billie eilish

✿ how did we get here?

you watch as michael changes into someone he’s not, leaving you questioning your relationship || inspired by decode - paramore

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:

✿ no body, no crime feat. detective!duncan shepherd || preview here

the good detective comes to you with a mystery he thinks he’s solved, only to discover just how wrong he is || inspired by no body, no crime - taylor swift

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

✿ a helping hand || fem!reader, set in the outpost

your meeting with langdon takes an awry turn when he brings up something from your past

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

✿ 1984 x Coven x Apocalypse crossover || fem!reader, implied!poc

the year is 1984, you’re on the road with your cousin and everything seems to be going well. however, it all starts going to shit as soon as you set foot in that camp

chapter 1: the start of a wonderful summer | chapter 2: what donkey? | chapter 3: cece and freddy

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[king-with-no-crovvn]

I miss writing so, so much, and I still have so many ideas all these years later! Is anyone out there still reading for Michael Langdon these days??

[redroses07]

𝖠𝖧𝖲 1984 <3

[queenofallerdalehall]

@normalpeoplescaremeh @violentdelightsproductions @ddriverpicksthemusic @langmery @ineed-a-cigarette @girlshunttoo there's only 365.... 364 days until next Halloween!!!! And for the first time ever we had a draft AND storyboards for next Halloween BEFORE Halloween passed. The hope Samhain is very pleased with us 🎃🎃🎃🎃

So it's the day after Halloween (and inside I am still sleeping inside) I have to say that despite all the bumbs along the way, this year we made art.

And what I love the most about this time of the year is that it brings back some old friends and usually.... Some new ones along for the ride.

So big thank you to everyone that supported us and our work. We sincerely can't wait to do this again next Halloween 👻🎃

[starlightlangdon]

Pleasure Or Pain? | 18+ to read

Warnings: ( smut!! Sort of smut without plot?, don’t want to spoil anything but this is dark Xavier and Montana so mentions of homicide and sadistic Xavier and Montana! )

“Fuck, X! Fuck!”, Montana cries out. Sweat traces along her breasts as Xavier guides her up and down his cock. Normally it was Montana that takes charge when they have sex but Xavier had just finished his third kill this week and he was feeling good so he’s taken the reigns this time. Montana had no complaints to say about that, only moans.

Xavier’s fingers dig into her hips as he moves her back and forth against him. One of the few things Xavier loved about being a ghost is that they could have sex for hours on hours without getting tired. Just hours of pleasure.

“I am fucking you.” He nearly growls, his voice dripping with barely controlled lust. He pushes her down a little harder on his cock, making a moan slip past his lips.

Montana rolls her eyes, grinning at his words. “You’re such an idiot.” Her words come out shaky as her body bounces on top of him.

“Yeah?” He asks, his lips quirking slightly. He leans forward and starts sucking on her nipples. That was something that always got her going. Her moans grow louder and she grips onto Xavier’s bleach blond tips with a tight grip. Xavier continues, speaking against her breasts. “I’m not such an idiot when it comes to making you feel good, am I? I’m an expert at that”

She doesn’t want to admit that he’s right, she doesn’t want his ego to up any higher than it already is. But her moans speak for themselves. She groans, “Shut up and make me cum already.”

Then… they hear a whine come from the corner of the room. It’s a human girl they picked up a few hours ago, just before they snuck into the cabin together. The girl is tied to one of the old wooden chairs in the cabin and one of Xavier’s headbands is stuffed in her mouth, effectively gagging her. She watches on with wide eyes, a mixture of fear and desire in her eyes. She struggles to look away from them, just like she has the past few hours.

Xavier pulls away from Montana’s breasts for a moment to look at the girl, making Montana pout. “Don’t worry, Honey!” They had promised her that she would get a turn once Montana cummed, which is why she is whining. She knows that time is coming up. “We won’t let you miss out on the fun!”

Montana laughs and pulls Xavier in for a kiss. Their moans collide with one another. The girl in the corner can’t help but watch on as she waits for the inevitable…

their turn with her.

[austinstyles]

Holiday

Cody Fern x OC

( I use this gif because I wanted to. Just putting that out there.)

Summary : Cody and the OC are friends that started to date and this is taken place during Christmas time and they are madly in love. And the OC is named Sapphire. And this is mostly during the time they are dating. (Short fanfic)

( I decided to make a female character because that is what I want to do. I hope everyone can respect that. I also know that Cody himself is in a relationship with a man. And I respect that there are people how love who they love. So just letting everyone know. )

Warning: Kissing, making out and spelling mistakes.Also let me know if I missed anything.

Sapphire pov

It is Christmas time all around, everyone is decorating and hanging lights. Is the most wonderful time, and I get to spend time with my amazing boyfriend Cody. And today we’re decorating a Christmas tree, we’re smiling and laughing. It feels amazing to just enjoying some alone time with Cody.

Christmas songs are playing in the background, the tree is looking amazing. I love the holidays, and I love spending time with Cody. We actually met back when we were kids in Australia, and it was the hole friend to lovers. Can’t imagine not having Cody be in my life, and getting to be in a relationship with him is just so amazing. He is caring and so sweet. You can say were some what of a lovey-dovey couple at times.

But you can also see the passion we have for each other. I am just so thankful for having him in my life.

This holiday season is going to be a nice one. And I get to spend Christmas with Cody. If it wasn’t very clear you can tell that my love for my boyfriend is very passionate. Every time we kiss sparks fly all over, and it can get very hot and steamy. More in the case of we start making out at any time when we’re kissing.

As we’re decorating I turn my head to Cody, and look into his gorgeous eyes. His eyes are looking into my eyes, and soon we’re kissing with so much passion. Then the kissing is turned into a make out session. Sparks are flying. And I can’t get enough of him.

While we’re making out, in the background the song ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’ starts to play.

My mind goes over to the fact that all I wanted this Christmas was Cody. And also that I am lucky to have him in my life. I couldn’t have imagined a life without Cody as a part of it.

This holiday season is going to be magical. And I have so much I am thankful for this year. Also can’t wait to see what next year brings in store for my life. But at this moment in time all I am focused on is Christmas. Cody is still going to be by my side and I will be by his side.

After we have made out we’re back to finishing the decorations, and at the moment we’re done decorating. And decided to watch a Christmas movie. My head is on his shoulder, his arm is around my right arm.

And it is moments we spend together that makes me feel like I am so lucky to have a guy that treats me the way he treats me.

If you had told me at 7 when I first met Cody we would’ve been dating in our early adult years I wouldn’t have believed it. But had you said we would be great friends I would believe you.

And we have our journey with ups and downs, but we are here for each other and that is what matters.

As the first movie I had gifts that need rapping so I decided to go do that.

After the gift are rapped both me and Cody put them under the tree. This Christmas me and Cody are coworkers my family at my place. So it made sense to put the gift for each other under the tree we have decorated. And also I put the gifts for my parents and my sister under the tree.

Today is December 12th, and it seems early to put gifts under the tree, but I don’t care. And yes were decorating a bit late the some people do, but today we both had a free day so it was a perfect day to decorate my place with Christmas decorations.

I love Christmas, and love that I get to spend the holidays with my family and my boyfriend.

Thanks for reading, and thanks for all the support I get on my fanfics. I appreciate every like and comments and reblog. Let me know what you think of this fanfic. And my next fanfic with be coming in 2024. Merry Christmas and happy holidays. Take care everyone. And stay safe.

😃🩷👍🏻🌸🖤

Grace

Tag list (Cody Fern related) : @morby