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the watchtower’s lighthouse | stan vogel

pairing: stan vogel x reader

warnings: smut, swearing

summary: months after a disasterous first date with stan vogel, your paths cross once more when you’re lost within the depths of kern canyon national park during a thunderstorm and stan happens to have inherited a shift patrolling from the watchtower.

a/n: back from the dead because of this man. hope y’all enjoy :)

THE SKY EMULATED STAN VOGEL'S morals, consisting of gray unpredictability. If he was within the familiar walls of his assigned cabin, located along the grounds of Kern Canyon National Park, it would be an indication he wouldn't have to do much patrolling. Campers usually stayed put if there was rainfall, sticking to their own site and not off doing God knows what to the land Stan takes pride in preserving. Cascading a thick husk of superiority and knowledge was his favorite thing about the job, which is why he was disappointed he was stuck maintaining the watchtower for tonight.

The surveillance for the watchtower was run by a tight knit schedule of volunteers and the occasional firefighter that needed a change of scenery for a couple days. Needless to say with all the strange occurrences and sightings, there have been less and less people willing to take on the task. And now the duty was bestowed upon the park ranger— at least for tonight. He swore to himself that at sunrise he would be out of there and back to being the persistent, vexing gum stuck to the bottom of everyone's shoe.

Stan now sat in a wobbly chair, feet propped up on the desk and his trusty binoculars in hand. His surroundings were darkening, quicker than they would at his cabin because of the parade of trees towering over the area. He could mostly only see shadows and the outlines of the forest. His paranoia kept him on the lookout, knowing all too well what kind of perilous entities the park harbored, dark secrets he was trusted in keeping.

It was why his body jolted and he nearly fell out of his seat at a sign of movement. His hands itched to drop the binoculars and reunite with the shotgun propped up in the corner. His burst of anxiety was halted, however, once the lenses revealed a person. A wandering, soaked person clearly becoming victim to the thunderstorm that had been periodically easing and worsening for the past two hours.

Stan stood, walking over to the window with his binoculars hanging from the strap around his neck. He easily pried it open and stuck out his head. The drizzle of rain didn't reach him because of the roof stretching out along the perimeter of the watchtower, but he still felt the dip in the temperature. He estimated that it had dropped at least fifteen degrees since the start of the storm, the disappearance of the sun only escalating the drafty change.

He was about to shout down at what is most certainly a woman who had strayed too far from her campsite but then she twisted around, finally noticing the light emitting from up above. Recognization crumbles both of their attentive expressions. She becomes more than a drenched, carmine tank top, huddled body, and ropes of wet hair. He transforms into the exact opposite of a saving grace when his beige uniform and ironically angelic face are perceived.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is. Stalking your ex, eh?" Stan called down to her. The pattern of swift and drawned out words, swirled into a provoking and often mocking Australian accent, reached her ears over the light patter of rainfall.

She sighed, dramatically enough for Stan to see the rise and fall of her diaphragm. She considered turning around and braving the unknown of the wilderness again. If it wasn't for her sore feet and her prediction that she would develop some sort of hyperthermia if she stayed out in the cold, then she would've already been on her way.

"We went out on one date. You don't count as an ex," she clarified, craning her neck up at him. His smirk from knowing she was in a miserable condition and that he was the only one that could do anything about it ignited the first sense of heat she had felt in awhile. Her fists clenched against her crossed arms. "And you're the one with the pervy binoculars. On the prowel for half-naked campers, are you?"

He scoffed, winding his head to the side for a moment. "Enough with the bullshit. Are you coming up or not?"

In any other situation, he probably would've dragged their reunion out, teased her for being so helpless and naive. But she was shivering and looked so small curling into herself; it was a sight that played his heartstrings like a mystical harp. Even after a date gone wrong and the resentment that followed, he couldn't bare to see her like this.

She, on the other hand, still clung to some hesitation. Cozying up in a small, confined space with Stan where there were no other people around to ground her into the realms of sanity wasn't a compelling option. The both of them simply didn't get along. The nightmare of their date was very vivid in her mind, too, and she didn't want tonight to be a repeat of that.

Almost like nature could sense her doubts, thunder crackled and reverberated around the forest. Lightning flashed, incandescent and forbiding. The rain intensified, hitting her bare skin with a harsh force. Muddy shoes stumble forward a few steps but still don't gravitate towards the ladder.

"Better move your ass, sweetheart! Unless you'd prefer to get struck by lightning? Not to mention all the dangerous things lurking around that you haven't the slightest idea about."

Undeniable complacency was weaved into his taunt. However, it did get her moving. If she would've bothered to look up or if there wasn't such vast distance between them from their differing heights, she might've seen the concern nestled into glimmering, cobalt eyes.

Suffering through a climb where her wobbly legs and white knuckles were put the use, she eventually made it to top. Stan already had the latch swung open, bent down in the center of the room and waiting for her with an outstretched arm. Reluctantly, she took his offered hand and allowed him to pull her inside the watchtower.

"Crickey, you're freezing," he murmured. There was a softness to his features and the low timber of his voice. He'd even began rubbing over her fingers with his own, attempting to summon some warmth back into him, before he realized what he was doing and backed away.

"That's what happens when you get lost and separated from your friends and then get caught up in a storm," she summed up, monotonous.

"Your friends are idiots," Stan muttered.

She was about to deter the insults back his way until she suddenly felt a subtle weight on her shoulders. The scent combination of spearmint gum and lingering campfire smoke was sensed with a mere sniffle, and soon her hands were reaching up to pull on the sage green trim of his coat.

"You don't even know them," she settled for saying.

"They let you get lost, didn't they?" Stan's eyes found her wide ones, squinting slightly in familiar anger, but she could tell—this time at least—it wasn't directed towards her. "Yeah, bunch of mates, they are."

It was her turn to break the intimacy blossoming between them. She disconnects their stare that was inevitably going to convey all the unspoken feelings that still flourished inside of her to spare a glance over his shoulder. The furnace filled with a burning stack of dry wood lures her away from Stan, and she kneels down in front of it.

His hands go to his belt, elbows bent outward like he was posing as a chicken. He was unsettled by how consumed he was by his emotions. He wanted to give her space but then he finds himself reaching for her. He wanted to remain civil but the distaste in her tone and her infuriating, unreasonable glare casted towards him causes him to delve into his own hostile urges. The confusion of what to do and how to deal with her presence was boardering on insufferable.

But facing her, watching her beneath the firelight, the strain of his internal compass ebbed. He was no longer directionless or purposeless. The orange glare enducing a riveting shine to her hair and her tranquil countenance she upheld gazing into the flames had him feeling certain in just about every single thing that made the universe, the universe.

"You're staring," she whispers, a tremble in her reply she blames on recovering from the weather.

"And you won't even look over at me for a second." His observation coaxes her into peering at him, finding that he enclosed the distance between them by a few steps. A playful smile twitches across his lips. "What? Don't like a man in uniform?"

"I wouldn't be bragging about your outfit, Stan. You're a glorified Boy Scout," she remarks, rising from her position on her knees. Her thumb and pointer finger pinch the small, golden slate pinned to his shirt. "Even have badges and everything,"

"Get your grubby little hands away from my name tag. You're gonna smudge it," he grumbles, smacking her hand away; she lets out a humorless, short-lived laugh at his overreaction.

"Still an uptight asshole, I see."

"Still a mouthy brat, then?"

His retort makes her face harden. "Being honest doesn't make me a mouthy brat."

"Just inconsiderate?"

"You're preaching to me about being inconsiderate? You live off of ridiculing people. On our date, you insulted and humiliated our waiter because he didn't know the exact species of deer mounted to the wall."

"I was just taking a moment to educate him!"

"You called him a fumbling idiot who didn't know the basic fundamentals of biology!"

"Oh, like you were any better! Shoving your tits into the bartender's face to get free drinks!" He throws his hands up, easily overtaken by frustration and unresolved jealously.

"I know how much you make, Stan. You should be thanking me for that," she says slowly, deliberately, bringing up the one thing she knows will push him over the edge. He takes the bait, but she doesn't expect what he throws back at her.

"You're right. Thank you, sweetheart, for acting like such a slut on our first date that all anyone had to do for dessert was crouch down between your open legs."

Her mouth dropped at his statement. His exasperation dissolves to shock at processing his own harsh comment. He isn't able to focus on it for long, though, because she properly acts by allowing her palm to connect to his cheek.

Head snapped to the side, he can begin to taste a droplet of blood on his tongue, emitting from where his incisor pinched his bottom lip. He licks over the minor wound thoughtfully, heaving out a breath of false amusement. When he looks at her again, his face is dark and full of cruel intentions of revenge.

Stan surges forward and doesn't stop until her body crashes against the wall like she was just a bag of dismantled bones. His coat falls from her shoulders and slumps against the hardwood floor during the journey. His towering height and weight pin her in place, leaving her at the mercy of splayed hands and the relentless motions of his mouth against hers.

The awakening, leftover flavor of gum he must've chewed eariler just sinks in when he bites down hard on her lip. A whimper, the first sound she makes besides the ejection of a surprised gasp, is forced out her from the harsh gesture. A metallic taste replaces the one prior, one eager swipe of his tongue rolling past her parted lips.

The instinct to shoot her hands up and enmesh them in the soft, chestnut strands of his cropped hair is interrupted by an action of his own. He eases the intensity of the kiss, allowing her to breathe through languid, desperate puckers she reciprocates, but his fingers hook around both her bra and tank top straps, yanking them down her arms. She lifts herself out of them only to have him grasp the collar of her shirt and pull it down, her bra in tow, until they were just bundled material around her midriff.

Calloused hands fondled her breasts while his mouth diverts to her neck, sucking and nipping until her skin resembled the colorful patches of a quilt. She throws her head back against the wall, leaning into his touch and letting out the most delicate moans that had all of his blood gushing to the apex of his legs; she felt proof of it when he rutted himself against her.

Her forearms are squeezed between their bodies so she can reach the buttons of his shirt, manicured fingers working hastily and with not as much care she knew Stan would've liked, but he seemed to be too preoccupied by kissing her all over. Soon her hands were tugging up the white t-shirt he always wore underneath his uniform, and he helped her out by shifting it over his head and discarding it to the growing pile of clothes.

His chest was warm and inviting compared to hers. Her skin felt like cool marble underneath his fingertips, keeping her nipples pebbled and sweat from the heated exchange at bay. It was quite a contrast as their bodies continued to press together, her hands sliding along the expanse of his taut back while he concentrated on undoing her shorts.

"All mine," he mumbled against her jaw; it was certainly hard to disagree with him and all his handsy clutches and kisses that left her craving more.

"All yours," she confirmed softly.

The words barely left her mouth before she felt the heart-jolting sensation that was his hand sliding past her unzipped shorts and underwear. His fingers ran up and down down her folds, taking his time, ever the explorer. He often grazed her clit, encouraging her hips to arch into him for more direct contact, but he was careful to only give her a slight, fleeting amount.

"Stan." His name parted from her in a low whine—somewhat shamefully because she never thought she'd be in this circumstance, begging a hardass park ranger with a major superiority complex for a release.

"So wet for me. Awful naughty of you to get this soaked from one arguement with me, don't you think?"

She nuzzled her face into the side of his, nose brushing along his chiseled cheekbone. "Please."

"Aw, look at you. So sweet. You'd never think that you live to slander me."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I am nothing but nice to you."

"Oh?" He inserts his middle finger into her, curling it precisely, while the heel of his hand grinds against her clit with every deliberate pump.

"Yes," she gasps.

Shallow pants gradually rack through her torso, and the ache of his throbbing cock becomes unbearable at the sight of her defenseless against his advances. He adds another finger, the grip and warmth of her slick walls causing him to shudder in anticipation.

"Such a little liar," he groans out after a particularly provocative contraction around his digits, one that rids him of whatever patience he had left.

He abruptly removes his hand from her shorts, something that makes her closed eyes flicker open. Her mouth immediately morphs into a pout and she squeezes his biceps in protest.

She isn't left waiting for long, hands on her hips guiding her away from the wall until the underside of her knees hit the edge of a cot. His mouth parts from hers once more, a sweet dragging of overlapped lips exchanged during the slow steps, so he can pull back the blanket. She looks over her shoulder at the neatly presented cot, which Stan must've brought with him along with his own fitted bedspread. She was now appreciative that he always came prepared.

Without having to be told, she crawled underneath the covers after ridding herself of the remainder of her clothing. Stan did the same once she was settled, becoming the final layer that draped over her body. The blanket and the crisp white of a top sheet stopped at the dimples of his back, and she was trapped in warmth, intensified by the glorious weight of his bare body on hers. Arms on either side of her head latch the cage as he leans down for another kiss.

"Don't mistake me keeping you warm as forgiveness. I'm still very mad at you. You drive me crazy," he sighs against her jaw, his eyelashes fluttering against the apple of her cheek.

"Don't mistake me moaning for you as an apology. You don't deserve one." Her strokes at the nape of his neck never faltered. Her thighs spread, legs winding around his, desperate for him to do something with his cock that laid twitching and swollen on her navel. "Well, you might if you fuck me hard enough."

"Shut up already."

Long fingers brick over her parted mouth in time with the repositioning of his hips, muffling the cries of consumption that came from him sinking inside of her. Eyes roll to the back of her head, almost completely sated by just the feeling of being filled. The head of his shaft glided against her most sensitive spot like a brush of shoulders, and her thighs tightening around his waist was her turning around, ready to chase shattering gratification.

Although slow, his thrusts into her were brutal. They held onto to each other like you would to ropes of a ruinous bridge connecting two cliffs, like they would be faced with a plummeting death if they were to let go. And yet, they were fighting along the wobbly planks, the semicircles of hip bones clashing together like medieval swords. It was all extremes, but neither of them would have it any other way.

He was making the most beautiful sounds above her. Through his ruthless motions, were breathy moans and whines of her name, the occasional praise intertwined into his enticing responses. Eventually, he allowed his hand to stop sealing her lips, sliding it down to clutch the flesh of her thigh with the promise of bruises. Her soft pleas and moans of euphoria joined his to create a symphony worthy of a ballet orchestra.

Strings of saliva conntected rouge lips to the marked skin of his neck, where she continued to suckle and playfully nip. The roll of their bodies picked up speed, both becoming impatient by the delicious ache they kept provoking, daring one another to spasm out of control. They craved for their muscles to become a tightrope and for the most intimate parts of them to pulsate from the finality of release.

"You've never looked prettier than you do right now. Your cunt squeezing me so tight, your mouth only able to form breathless whispers... completely wrecked. I love it."

"Please," she cannot help but beg, flickering eyes undecided on whether to shut her continue their hazy, half-lidded stare into his own.

"You want to come?" The inward pull of his eyebrows and the slight curl of his parted mouth way as well have been a mocking pout. "I know you do. I shouldn't even let you, though. You've been intolerable. I should just come all over your writhing body and leave you here without any satisfaction. Even if you were to finish yourself off, it wouldn't be enough. It would only feel subpar, and you know that, don't you?" His breath fans her face like the furnace had moments ago, and she can only whimper in reply. "Only I can sate you, sweetheart."

Her hands, whose nails had already inflicted damage to the freckled canvas of his back, sweep over his shoulders to cup his jaw. Her thumb strokes his jawline while the other ventures down the column of his throat, feeling the bob of his adam's apple with every constristing swallow he took. She could tell he was close, too, and decided to nod her head gently in agreement to his words, to wave her white flag.

Her surrender is reassured by fingertips dragging down her torso to her enlarged clit, granting bone-vanishing swipes that causes stuttered gasps and limbs going slack. It only takes a few seconds of coaxing rubbing for her release to erupt, the molten lava bursting from the pit of her stomach to electrify just about every nerve in her body. Her encompassing walls clutch around him so tightly that it summons a delirious climax from him.

His strenuous pace wavers, his hold on the cot becoming prudent, as if it was a buoy keeping him afloat through the thrashing waves of pleasure. White, sticky ribbons coat the inside of her thighs, and it's only when his heartbeat ebbs from his eardrums that he cracks his eyes open and collaspes into the small remaining space between her and the wall.

Stan speaks after catching his breath, remaining pants interwoven into his declaration. "This should've happened sooner."

"It would've if you weren't such a prick," she noted, sparing him a quick glance.

"Okay, maybe... I wasn't on my best behavior. But I was nervous. I liked you a lot. I wanted to impress you."

"And you thought bragging about how you're a know-it-all when it comes to plants and wildlife and the park's terrain was going to the trick?"She questioned, snorting at his logic. His nose twitch, an indicator of embarrassment, and she grabs his arm and tucks herself into his side. "You're such a dork."

He smiled at the gesture before she continued, "I'm sorry that I flirted with the bartender. I didn't mean to make you feel like you were second best or anything. Honest to God, I just wanted free stuff."

"Well, the cream puffs you got out of it were actually delicious," Stan admitted, tilting his head in her direction.

She smiled back at him. "I know, right?"

Stan may not be a prime example of a good guy but he had always took glory in being good at his job. That's what kept him going, that's what fueled him all these years. Now, he was considering what life entailed outside of that. Outside of the stressful responsibilities and government conspiracies and the never-ending studious tendencies. She came to him for refuge tonight, but, the truth is, he had been relying on her for a long time. To fascinate him, to stand up to him, to guide him back to where he belonged.

He felt like he was finally pursuing something that was more important than his duties here, than anything else he's ever experienced. He was an off-bound ship, cruising blind into the dead of the night, and she was a lighthouse, promising purpose and salvation from every bad thing that ever tried to sink him.

// idk who to tag but i think @sojournmichael @fckinsupreme & @instinctsxbaby might be interested (you’re all so talented)!

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my fav song off folklore envisioned into an angsty, well written duncan fic is everything i never knew i needed. the only thing that would make this more complete is if part two was based on “ivy” and that’s on track ten supremacy <3

Illicit Affairs - Duncan Shepherd x Female!Reader

A/N: hello! i feel like it’s been a while since i’ve posted something! but recently been thinking about how making content use to help me focus my energy on something creative and help w not great mental health days so. slowly but surely trying to get back to regularly posting. 

this is a concept i started a long time ago - the original inspiration for this was “be my mistake” by the 1975, but “illicit affairs” and “august” by taylor swift have reinspired me to pick this story back up. so as you can tell by the title, expect some angst!

like always, italics signify time-jump/ memory!

warnings: infidelity, angst, smut! smut includes; oral (female receiving), intercourse.

word count: 3k +

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She painted her pout a crimson red to leave behind her mark. If she couldn’t leave behind a trace in his heart, she’d leave it where she could.

No matter how empty she felt afterwards - or how guilt clouded her after every night she spent with him - she couldn’t stop. Maybe it was the way he’d drawn her in. With charming smiles and attention like no man had ever given her had trapped her in. Trapped in a net of desire without a force behind it. She wanted to hate it. To hate him for drawing her in over and over after promising it would be the last time.

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also it should be working now i fixed it a few days ago <3

Also I clicked on your masterlist but the link directed me to a message that said page not found. Just thought I should let you know.

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Also I clicked on your masterlist but the link directed me to a message that said page not found. Just thought I should let you know.

i’ll be sure to fix that asap

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Hi!! I've read all of the chapters of Lost and Found and it is AMAZING!!!🙌🙌🙌 Great job! I can't wait to read more of it, if you continue it. Stay safe!

thank you! i have some of part 4 written but i just never finished it. maybe i’ll come back to it soon and regain inspiration <3

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bottle green reflections | xavier plympton

pairing: xavier plympton x reader

warnings: angst?

summary: even after years of being bound to the same place, you and xavier still don’t see eye to eye, and it seems like you never will. until, however, secrets are revealed and the both of you delve past the surface to uncover something that changes everything.

a/n: this was originally supposed to be a smut but it felt right to end here. maybe a part 2?

“I HATE HIM.” SHE OUTWARDLY EXPRESSED to chet, who was sprawled out on the dock beside her. It felt as though she was only talking to the open air, though, because chet barely acknowledged her declaration.

eventually, there was subtle movement seen out of the corner of her eye, chet shifting to get more comfortable, and all he managed to give her was an “uh huh”.

she didn’t let his lack of enthusiasm bother her; it was one of the reasons she liked chet and befriended him to begin with. even as a ghost, he was a pretty laid back person. he spent most of his time sunbathing, huddled up on a log next to a brewing campfire, and getting frivolous with just about any other ghost here — besides her. she was one of the few spirits left here that had yet to put her hands all over his impressive, athletic body, and that was a mutual decision. not that neither of them were particularly unattractive, because they were, but their unexpected bond meant too much to them to bend the platonic nature of their relationship.

her attention towards her nonchalant best friend, who was sporting sunglasses and allowing his skin to golden with the absence of a shirt, averted and she was once again squinting at the three figures across the lake. there was montana in her bold red bikini, another one of her friends and one of the people that made the afterlife not so boring. her boyfriend, trevor, was at her side, an arm swung around her neck while he had his head thrown back in laughter. that was no surprise; montana and trevor always seemed happy around each other.

then, finally, there was him.

she could see his vibrant pink swim trunks from here, how low they hung on his waist and contrasted with his pale skin. she watched him skip a stone, throwing his arm back, flicking his wrist, and sending it forward. he was good at it, which was disappointing. she would have loved to see him fail.

even through narrowed eyes and pursed lips, just like all the other spiteful times she gazed at him from afar, she couldn’t deny how beautiful he was. dazzling blue eyes accompanied the smooth planes and angular structure of his symmetrical face. his bleached hair, which was normally styled to perfection, was slicked back and wet from swimming. she was glad she wasn’t close enough to see the droplets of water glide over his taunt body, the muscle he normally hid underneath pastel clothing now on show. she despised any thoughts that deemed him attractive.

it wasn’t long before he stilled completely, his back facing the beaming couple and his throwing-arm going limp by his side. his head tilted, and his eyes that were casually roaming the lake stopped and settled on the dock. she held her breath when he noticed her, knowing she should turn away and feign indifference, but she didn’t. she began to even wonder if he could recognize her from the distance.

when his lips curved into a smirk and he went as far as to wave at her, it was clear that he could. his taunting gestures were enough to make her growl lowly, that helpless feeling dissolving into something familiar, her burning hatred for the one and only xavier plympton.

not being able to stare at that stupid look on his face for any longer, she let herself fall backwards onto the heated planks of the dock. “i really hate him.”

“xavier isn’t as bad as you think.” chet spoke up from beside her. this time he pushed his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose and turned his head towards her.

“i know he’s your friend and all, but i have a valid reason to hate him.” she protested, face scrunched up in annoyance because even though she was talking to chet, she couldn’t stop thinking about xavier and every part of his maddening behavior. “he murdered me.”

chet sighed at her response, and for once, he appeared conflicted. he opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to figure out what to say.

“actually, you know-“

she interrupts him before he could finish. “and you know, after years of being stuck here together, not once has he shown any remorse. mostly everyone is evolved now and if they had a murderous phase, they talk about how they regret what they’ve done. xavier has never apologized to me. he’s never tried to make it up to me. in fact, i think he likes how mad i am. gives him some sick sense of pleasure in death. he wants to torture me.”

“he does enjoy getting you riled up, i can tell you that.” chet agrees. he tips his sunglasses back up and stares upward at the tinted sky. she has the urge to continue talking, because even though it may not seem like it, chet was a really great listener.

instead, she decides to allow him some peace and quiet. she leans up on her elbows, daring to glance across the lake again. relief washes over her when she sees that the trio were no longer there and had wandered elsewhere. she didn’t dwell on the slight twinge of disappointment she had.

humming delightedly, the girl shuffled upwards until she was sitting on the edge and her feet skimmed the surface of the water. she always desperately craved moments like this one, moments of tranquility. when you’re a ghost, cursed to roam the campground where numerous massacres occurred, it was rare.

along the relatively still waters, something caught her eye when peering downward. ever-so-slowly floating in her direction, a glass bottle bobbed along the surface. it was sealed with a cork and reflected green hues of sunlight, and as it drifted closer, she could make out that there was something inside.

reaching down before it diverted more out of her path, her fingertips managed to wrap around the neck, lifting it from the lake. she examined it with her small hands, brows furrowing in concentration. she doesn’t know how or why the bottle had managed to be thrown into the lake, but after seeing that there’s a folded piece of paper inside, she figures that will give her answers.

there’s barley any noise when she yanks the cork out. she tips the bottle upside down, slender fingers allowing her to slide the note out. after she unfolds it and her curiosity simmers, her calmness is thrown out the window.

do you like what you see?

- xavier

nostrils flared, her eyes roam the expanse of the lake again. although he was no longer out in the open, she wouldn’t be surprised if he was hidden in the surrounding trees, waiting to see her reaction to his note in a bottle. she could picture himself clearly with his provoking smile and devious eyes, basking in how irritated she was.

with that image imprinted into her mind, she balled up the slip of paper and tossed it back into the water. she was going to do the same with the bottle, ready to watch it fill with water and sink to the bottom, but once she grasped it, she got distracted by her own reflection.

a clenched jaw, unforgiving eyes, a mouth morphed into a snarl stared back at her. she was almost taken back by how furious she looked even though she felt the rage invade all of her senses. it only took one simple action from him to set her off. she couldn’t remember anyone ever making her feel like this, so boldly and so intensely.

she vowed then and there that their dynamic was going to change. it was time for xavier to get a taste of his own medicine, a plan already forming in her determined mind.

SNICKERING AND THE CRINKLING OF beer cans resonated around the campfire. chet was settled on the log beside her, chugging his fifth can like his afterlife depended on it. montana and trevor were across from them, whispering things to each other that, even out of ear shot, she knew were dirty. a few others lingered, wanting in on the two cases of beer left by a couple when they were spooked out of the camp earlier today. they rarely had people wander in nowadays, but it was better to scare them away rather than let them become apart of the bloodshed.

xavier was nowhere to be found, which was extremely disappointing. she had ran through ideas all day, accumulating all the vile words and maddening gestures she could think of. she was well aware of his history, knew exactly what buttons to push and sensitive topics to bring up. she could picture the darkening of his crystal blue eyes and the balling up of his fists when she finally got him to snap, becoming that ruthless person she knew he still was.

it didn’t matter how many roaming outsiders he spared or charming smiles he offered to brighten up everyone’s doomed existence. xavier has and always will be someone she could never trust. and if he was going to go out of his way to torment her for the rest of eternity, she would do the same.

no longer having the motivation to act like she was actually having fun, she sat her own can by her feet and rested her chin in her palm. at first, she glanced up at the sky, seeing the same vast blackness she always did when night draped over the camp; she couldn’t remember the last time she saw stars. then, her eyes roamed the circle of fellow ghosts, settling on chet after one rotation.

chet looked back at her, a smile slowly spreading across his flushed face. he seemed rather lively for someone who was dead. “giving up?”

“giving up?” the girl repeated, frowning. “giving up on what?”

“waiting for him.” chet answers. her confusion becomes more evident on her face, something that makes him chuckle lowly. “don’t think i haven’t noticed. you always get like this when he’s not around.”

“like what?” she asks defensively. his words are outrageous to her that she leans back a little.

“you get so... antsy. you do anything to preoccupy yourself and when that doesn’t work, you just pout and look around like a lost puppy.”

“i do not-“ she denies before getting interrupted.

“oh, you so do. because whether you realize it or not, xavier excites you. he makes things interesting. he may piss you off, but you hang onto his every word just the same. i used to wonder why you’d never shut up about him, but i get it now. i’m glad you have someone that makes our reality... not so bleak.” he nods to himself, content with the way he voiced his thoughts.

“you are so far off. you’re drunk, probably. i don’t know if ghosts can get drunk, but being hammered is the only way to explain your lunacy.” she scoffs, receding her stare and forcing her eyes on the ground.

if she were alive, this is when her heart would be sputtering inside her chest. her lungs would contract harshly and breathing wouldn’t be such a simple task. but she still felt the weight of it, the strain of everything she was feeling. she couldn’t exactly pinpoint what, but it was consuming every fragment of her fractured soul. she just understood that chet was wrong. he had to be.

“it’s like that for him, too, you know? hell, maybe even more.”

this persuades her to turn her head back in her friend’s direction, unwillingly invested now. there’s this newfound vulnerability in her eyes, and you wouldn’t even think for a moment that they were ever filled with hatred. “what?”

“he lives to tick you off — metaphorically speaking, of course. at first, it was the only way you’d pay attention to him, so that’s why he did it. but we all see that look xavier gets when he’s arguing with you now. it’s that same excitement you have. you both get so invested that it seems like nothing else matters to either of you, and maybe it doesn’t. maybe there’s a reason for that.” chet concludes, gazing at her stunned features.

there’s no witty rebuttal or unkind jab that comes to mind. the only thing running through her head is xavier, which, as it turns out, isn’t something out of the ordinary. it had always been obvious that xavier liked to pick a fight with her, but to accuse her of liking it, too? of spending the moments of time in between anticipating them? it was out of line. or... was it?

she was planning on indulging with xavier tonight. she had spent the day calculating how to get him fuming, and there was no question that those thoughts of him in misery pleased her. she tried to remember if it had always been like that between them. if, without being aware, every move she’s made, everything she’s done, was because of xavier. had she really let her distaste for him consume her that much? to the point where she craved a daily dose of their poisonous exchange?

“i...” she pauses, trying to think of the right words — any words really. “how could i possibly enjoy spending time with someone i hate?”

“there’s a difference between being upset with someone and hating them. and even more so, you’re upset about something that didn’t even happen.” chet laughs lightly, picking up her can that she barely sipped out of and taking a drink.

she tilts her head. “you’re losing me again.”

chet sighs, before giving her a deadpanned glance. “listen, i’m not supposed to tell you this because xavier is my friend and i was sworn to secrecy. but you’re my friend, too. and i think i’m drunk. so, i’m going to tell you what everyone around here already knows: xavier wasn’t the one who killed you.”

“what?” she said a little too loudly than she expected, but the others were too caught up in their own conversations to notice. she swallowed hard, trying to gain the composure she once had.

“he took the blame, but he didn’t do it.”

“why would he do that?”

“i don’t know. to make it easier, i guess.”

“easier?” she echoed, that familiar spark of anger resurfacing again. “how in the hell does lying to me about the identity of my killer make things easier?”

chet’s eyes flicker over her shoulder, lips tucking into a thin line. “why don’t you ask him yourself?”

pivoting her neck, she’s graced with the sight of xavier finally approaching the campfire. he steps out of the shadows, the orange hues of the fire flickering over him. montana greets him casually before trevor squeezes her thigh and she’s back to laughing giddily with her boyfriend. he nods at her briefly in acknowledgement before scanning the group, halting when he sees her. his lip twitches, threatening to break into a grin, when he notices an empty space for him to sit.

still so overwhelmed by her conversation with chet, all she could do was watch him come closer. her lips were parted, her face held an unreadable expression, and she remained motionless when he sat down right next to her, sighing delightedly while he tossed an arm around her shoulders.

“there’s my girl. what’s with the face? not happy to see me?” xavier mused, leaning down closer to her. his eyebrows were raised from the question and his mouth spread into a playful grin, but the most genuine part of his expression were his eyes, desperate for a real answer.

her gaze rakes over him, not even trying to hold onto her rage anymore. she searches for anything different. what she could have overlooked. as if answers might be written over his ageless skin while all those lies rolled off his swift tongue.

xavier notices the lack of fury in her eyes, the passionate hatred replaced by this hollow daze. his teasing smirk drops. he blinks away the facade. until he’s staring at her with a seriousness that penetrates through her conflicted feelings.

he overwhelms her to the point where she shoots up from the log, shaking her head subtly as if to physically rattle herself out of his influence. she just knew she had to get away from him. he had controlled her enough already, altered her way of thinking too much.

“y/n!” he calls after her once she leaves the circle and makes a beeline to the edge of the forest, undoubtedly taking one of the many paths that snakes its way around the camp. he stands up, turning towards chet. “what’s wrong with her?”

“i told her.” chet doesn’t even bother to lie, completely over anything resembling secrecy.

xavier catches on to what he’s saying instantly. “you what?”

“i gave you a chance to do it yourself, and you didn’t. you just kept on having those petty little fights — which everyone here knows is basically just flirting when it comes to you two. so spare me all your bullshit. i got it out there and now it’s your turn to make it right.”

he grumbles under his breath before abandoning his conversation with chet and taking off after her.

with a flashlight that was previously tucked away in his coat pocket, he follows the sound of snapping branches and shuffling leaves. for a ghost, she was easy to detect. he remembered all those times he teased her for her lack of subtly, watching her face became all furrowed brows and pouty lips as a result. he always loved the reaction he got from her; even though most of the time it was from aggravation, it never failed to reel him in.

she felt every word that left his lips, and in return, he felt everything about her. he felt every piercing stare, every provoked push against his chest, and every wisp of tangible tension that was in the air whenever they were too close. being dead, there isn’t a lot of things that make you feel like that - or at all. but that was never a problem for them.

in death, they were more alive than they ever were before.

it doesn’t take long for xavier to catch up with her, seeing the moonlight bounce off of her silky hair and the movement of her body as she continued to jog. he followed her until they were out of the woods and near the lake, watching her from the tree line while she slows down, thinking she was alone. she wraps her arms around herself, shuffling slowly to the end of the dock.

after taking a deep breath, xavier continues towards her quietly. he stops right when his feet hit the dock, the thump of his shoes on the old wooden boards alerting her enough to turn around. her wounded expression deepens further at his presence. she couldn’t believe she was more hurt by him lying to her than she was when she thought he committed that awful deed, but there was no denying it anymore. xavier didn’t end her life, but he ruined it all the same.

“let me explain.” he pleaded, taking a cautious step forward. even in the darkness, she could make out the desperation in his eyes. she almost scoffed at his audacity to display any sort of remorse.

“explain what, xavier?! that all these years i’ve been here it’s all been a big lie? that you decided to swoop in and toy with me when i was at my most vulnerable because there was nothing better for you to do? i accepted my fate. i accepted that i died because i was at the wrong place at the wrong time. but that’s not really true anymore is it? i don’t know what happened to me. apparently everyone else does, but i don’t. do you not see that because of your lack of decency, everything i know has been turned upside down?” she ranted, a different kind of fury rattling her, one fueled by pain.

xavier shook his head, offended by the conclusions she’s jumping to. “i did not toy with you! that is not why-“

“that is all you ever do! and i’m sick of it! all of it. i hate you. i hate you so much, you selfish, inconsiderate liar.” she seethes out, tears prickling at her waterline.

this sets xavier off as well, fuming at all of her interruptions and false allegations. he strides forward, forgetting about giving her space. she tries to step back in response, but she’s halted by the edge of the dock; the last thing she needed right now is to go for a midnight swim.

“you hate me?” xavier growled when he reached her, automatically met by a harsh shove to the chest, but he barely faltered. “you hate me so much? good. that was the plan. i did it all for you!”

she keeps her venomous glare even when he pulls her roughly by the arm, their faces closer than they’ve ever been before. at first, she fights him, trying to wriggle herself out of his hold. but once she settles on the hypnotic intensity within his stare, she becomes motionless.

“please, enlighten me, xavier. please tell me how much you enjoyed deceiving me for my entire afterlife and did so for me.” she murmurs, the remains of hostility still there.

his shoulders slacked, anger dissipating, and he’s ready, after all this time, to say the truth. “you needed someone to hate. someone accessible. not someone who you knew slipped away and had all the time in the world when yours ran out.

“before margret came back, i spent over a decade taking my revenge out in all the wrongs ways. that kind of injustice, that kind of unfairness, can twist you in death. it can make you into a person you don’t recognize. i didn’t want that for you. so, yeah. i lied and made everyone else keep the secret. but i didn’t do it out of cruelty. i did it because, even as strangers, i couldn’t bare to see you go through what i did.”

she took in his soft-spoken words, casting her gaze downward to think. her body slumped and her mind tried to comprehend what exactly he meant. someone who had all the time in the world when she didn’t? did that mean...

her eyes flicker back up to his, a single tear sliding down her cheek. “are saying it was...” she couldn’t even finish the sentence.

“it was your sister.” he nodded, letting his hand fall back to his side. she didn’t bother to move away from him.

“oh.” she whispered.

she remembered the day she died vividly. she recalled being persuaded to the abandoned camp by her sister, who was a fanatic for supposedly haunted places. they weren’t particularly close; her sister had always had a competitive and apathetic personality. she honestly wasn’t surprised by the truth. it made sense. her sister always had the tendency to stab her in the back, and it looks like she did literally as well.

there was probably a time where she would have resented her and the situation and spiraled out of control. but now, standing in front of the person who sacrificed so much and carried a burden he didn’t have to, she knew that wasn’t her anymore. she’s grown into what her existence is, made peace with it.

although, things might have been different if it wasn’t for xavier. he did make her who she was, but it wasn’t for the worst like she previously believed. it was for the better. he made her better.

“i’m sorry if i made things worse for you. that wasn’t my intention. i was gonna tell you sooner, but i thought you’d never talk to me again. and the thought of going on for eternity without you, it’s worse than anything i can possibly imagine.” xavier sighed. his fingers twitch, itching to touch her but fearing repulsion.

she returned back to reality at his declaration, seeing him in a way she’s never have before. the anguish contorting her face faded into this peculiar look, one that made xavier nervous as he awaited her response. he was anxiously scanning every aspect of her expression but missed the fascination in her eyes, the very thing that made her grab his face and pull him down so his lips met hers.

the kiss only lasts a few seconds before she pulls back, surprised herself by the impulsive move. her hands are still pressed against his cheeks, holding him close while he looks at her with bewilderment. their breaths mingle together, and he almost can’t comprehend what she did. that after all the fighting, secrets, and vows of resentment, she kissed him.

she kissed him like they were standing under the porch lights of her childhood home or swaying intimately on the dance floor in a technicolor-lit gymnasium. she kissed him like they were stopped at a red light in the dead of night and like they were stargazing on damp grass with only a thin blanket to protect them. she kissed him like she meant it.

and when he wrapped his fingers around the base of her neck, thumb caressing her cheek, he kissed her the same way.

there’s desperation behind it all, behind every tight grasp, heavy exhale, and swipe of their tongues. they revel in the closeness of their bodies and that buzz that’s igniting every single fragment of their lost souls. it’s everything they never knew they needed and everything they’re never going to let go of. it’s relief. it’s peace.

“i hate you.” she mumbles against his lips, feeling him smile.

“i love you.” he murmurs. the certainty in tone makes her eyes hazily open half-way, finding his blue eyes staring back at her. “i’ve loved you for forever.”

she kisses him again, harder, telling him all he needs to know. his arms encircle her waist. her fingers rake through his hair. they’re so consumed by one another that they don’t hear the shuffling of incoming footsteps.

“well, i’ll be damn!” chet announces after a rowdy wolf-whistle, chuckling.

both of them immediately pull back at the interruption, turning to see their friends huddled together at the other end of the dock. they all cheer and clap enthusiastically, cupping their hands around their mouths. what looks to be a contagious grin is etched onto everyone’s faces.

“oh no. this is not happening,” she says, mostly to herself, but xavier replies to her.

“unfortunately, it is.”

“we were wondering what was taking you so long! guess we know now.” montana laughs, leaning back onto trevor who wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

she groaned, burying her head into xavier’s neck. he breathed out a slight chuckle, running a hand through her hair, before he averted his attention back to their nosy friends.

“hey, perverts! would you go and leave me and my girl alone please? we don’t need an audience.” xavier tells them in what he tries to make a stern voice, but his uncontrollable smile is proof enough that he’s overflowing with happiness.

“alright. come on, let’s get them some privacy. i don’t need to see xavier’s bare ass... again.” chet relents, being the first to retreat and head back to the campfire. the other follow him, waving goodbye and stumbling into the woods.

xavier pecks the top of her head, still tucked away into his shoulder. “they’re gone. you can kiss me again.”

“who says i want to kiss you again?” she rebuttals, lifting her face up to look at him again. his shining eyes light up the dark night.

“me,” he replies, and his mouth is molded to hers once more.

adjacent to the limb-entangled couple, the green bottle still rests, propped up against one of the dock’s pillars. it’s barely visible in the dark, but it’s reflecting the view of the two of them, delivering a memorable message without the need of a folded note.

[kaiqarker]

off my chest

pairing: xavier plympton x reader

warnings: love confession, smut

summery: on the run from a deranged killer stalking the grounds of camp redwood, you and xavier take shelter in one the cabins. knowing you may not have much time left with each other, secrets are confessed and lead to the two of you making the most of your brief moment of safety.

“YOU WERE RIGHT,” xavier admitted through labored breaths, dirt streaking his vibrant jacket and small cuts gracing his skin from running into numerous branches. “this whole thing was a bad idea.”

she didn’t look much better, sweat sticking to her skin and her hair a bit disheveled from the whole running for their lives ordeal. they were separated from the rest of the group, and quite frankly she didn’t know who was even still alive or not, but she hoped they had gotten to someplace relatively safe like her and xavier.

after aimlessly running through the woods, they stumbled upon the boys cabin, which was luckily vacant of any of the lurking murderers they were trying to get away from. so they locked the door behind them, xavier pushing the couch against the door for good measure, and hoped that they would be safe — even if it was for a few moments.

“no, really? going to newly reopened camp that is the home of one of the most gruesome massacres of all time wasn’t a good idea?” the girl replied bitterly, staring at the barricaded door for a few seconds before allowing herself to sit down on one the beds.

she wiped the sweat off of her forehead with the back of her manicured hand, glancing down to see her once freshly white sneakers were now stained with mud. she didn’t need a mirror to understand she wasn’t necessarily looking her best.

the bed shifted with xavier’s weight as he settled down beside her, his styled blonde hair somehow still looking perfect despite everything they had been through tonight. “no one forced you to come.”

“please. when you found out about this you begged me to come with, said i’d be missing out on so much fun. well, guess what, xavier? my idea of fun isn’t getting murdered.”

“how was i supposed to know this would happen?! i just... wanted to get away. from everything.”

“right. because your pristine life as an aerobics intructer is so stressful.”

he looked over at her, eyeing her still heaving chest and the angry expression coating her lovely face. she appeared to be mad at him, lips tucked into a thin line and fierce eyes staring forward, but xavier knew this was just something to distract herself from showing how really scared she was.

the blonde sighed, and quieted down for a moment. he didn’t want to argue with her. not now. not when with one wrong move he could end up killing them if he made one more stupid decision. he couldn’t let her die.

she felt a slight sensation on top of her head and craned her neck to see that xavier had reached over and pulled a stray leaf out of her hair. she studied the gentle way he grasped it and how he let it float down and land on the floor beneath their feet. her eyes found his and her expression softened.

“this... this isn’t actually your fault, you know?” she whispered to him, stunned for the millionth time by how blue his eyes were.

“yes it is. i brought us all here. i was stupid and selfish and naive.”

“you’re not. xavier i-“

“no, no. stop,” he interrupted, voice trembling slightly from the emotion stirring up within him. it was definitely a rare sight to see; he wasn’t plastering around his cocky smirk or showing off the mischievous glints found within his eyes.

“i have something to tell you. something that i haven’t told anyone else. not chet or montana or ray or brooke.”

she reached over and clasped one of his hands lying limp on his lap, feeling the smooth skin and the warmth radiating from it. “you can tell me anything.”

“the reason- why i wanted to get away so bad is because i... got mixed up in some bad business. with some very powerful people. and i thought if i took this councilor job, and you and everyone else came with me, i could forget all about it. just spend a carefree summer with my friends, not thinking about my mistakes. i was stupid to think they wouldn’t follow me here.”

“that guy. who was killed outside the showers. is he one of the people you were running away from?”

“yeah. he’s, uh, a porn producer.”

her eyes widen in disbelief at his answer, mouth agape. “you-you were in a porno?”

he nods hesitantly, expecting her to yank her her hand back and stare at him in disgust. instead, she does something he doesn’t expect: she laughs. not a tiny giggle or a breathy laugh, a full on burst of uncontrollable laughter that made her head fall back and her lips stretch into a amused grin.

“you think this is funny?” his says as he watches her slowly calm down, his lips twitching because seeing the humor in her eyes makes him want to smile and let out a chuckle of his own.

“oh, i think this is hilarious.”

“you know what? quiet down before someone hears us. i can’t believe you.” xavier shakes his head and playfully pushes her hand off of him, pretending he wanted nothing to do with her now.

“sorry. i’ll stop, i’ll stop,” she breathes out, smiling as her laughter finally dies down. “i just can’t believe it. you were in a porno. was it just you and some girl?”

“it was a gay porno.” he admitted with a scrunched up face.

“wait. you’re gay?”

“no! no, i’m not. which makes it worse.”

“you mean which makes it funnier.”

“we could die any minute and you choose to spend your potentially last minutes with me by making fun of me?”

“been doing that since the day we met. why change it up now?” she asks, feeling a thousand times better than when they first arrived at this place. xavier always seemed to have that effect. he always made her feel better.

he finally lets himself smile at that remark, turning to face her once more. she gazed right back at him, knowing that there was no one else she’d rather be here with. if she was going to die tonight, then she was glad it was going to be with him.

xavier’s grin slowly fades away as their shared look turns into something more intense. his eyes drift from hers for a moment, memorizing how stray stands of hair framed her defined face. how flushed her cheeks were from all the sprinting. how adorable the upturn of her nose was. how pink and kissable her parted lips were.

“you know, since we are getting things off our chest...” he murmured breathlessly, leaning down towards her.

“yeah?”

“i’ve kind of always been in love with you.”

she doesn’t say anything for a moment, processing his words, which makes xavier’s heart start to patter anxiously in his chest. he starts to wonder if he ruined the moment, if it was the wrong thing to say at a time like this, if-

his whirlwind thoughts are put to a stop by her intrusive set of lips colliding with his own. he sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, shocked to see her eyelids fluttering shut and her mouth molded to his. he didn’t believe this was actually happening, but the warmth and softness of her lips pulled him out of his bewildered state and allowed him to finally kiss her back.

immediately, he was addicted to the sensation, taking control of the kiss and using his hands to pull her body closer to his, tilting his head to deepen it further. she felt his fingers wrap around the sides of her waist, holding her securely in place while she herself got lost in the magnificent train wreck that was xavier plympton.

when they break apart for air, she can feel his hot breath fanning her face, eyelids cracking open to see his beautiful face. “i’m kind of in love you too.”

“of course you are. i’m irresistible,” he utters confidently as if seconds beforehand he wasn’t a nervous wreck, which makes her shake her head, amused.

“i was wondering where my cocky prick went.”

“i’m never far, baby.” he winked, encouraging her to giggle softly against his frame, hands grabbing ahold of his jacket.

“i thought chef bertie was your baby.” the girl reminds him, feeling his hands venture from her waist to the end of her shirt, clutching of the fabric.

“you know you’re my number one girl,” xavier utters against her lips, going in for another quick kiss before pulling away from her again. “now, why don’t you let me take this off your chest.”

“we could die any minute and you choose to spend your time trying to get me out of my clothes?” she quoted him, smiling the tiniest bit.

“been trying to since the day we met. why change it up now?” he played along, pushing the piece of clothing up further and revealing more skin until she took over for him and pulled her top all the way off.

she felt his eyes trained on her bra-clutched chest as she pushed his lavender-colored jacket over his shoulders. he didn’t waste any more of their fleeting time, guiding her gently onto her back and crawling on top of her. her legs parted for him, allowing xavier to slot himself between them effortlessly.

fingers carded through his soft and silky hair when she kissed him once more, barely comprehending how one of his hands slid up her thigh and under her skirt. although she sure did notice when she felt his fingertips press against her covered core, gasping and allowing xavier to deepen the kiss and slide his tongue into her mouth. his pants became tighter as he understood the fabric covering her cunt was already damp.

becoming impatient, the blonde diverts his attention to getting her panties off and down her legs. he sits up slightly, breaking the collision of their lips and hooking his fingers into the elastic of her underwear. while he yanked them off her body, he sensed her mouth move to his neck, sucking and nipping at the skin there lightly, a soft moan escaping him from the contact.

“i don’t think we should do this if you can’t keep quiet,” she whispers into his ear, making him shiver from the sensation.

he eventually smirks from her attempt at teasing him, his hands working on getting his pants undone. “trust me, princess, i’m not the one who’s going to have trouble keeping quiet.”

“is that so?”

he hums in confirmation, positioning himself on top of her again. she helps him slide his pants and underwear down enough so his cock could be let out of its confinements, slightly disappointed they didn’t have enough time to get fully undressed and really make the most of their first time together. but, knowing xavier, she was sure he wouldn’t leave her unsatisfied by this quick encounter.

the girl underneath of him shudders when she feels him line himself up with her entrance, her arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders and pull him impossibly closer to her. her heart is beating wildly, but in sync with the boy on top of her, and all of the unsureness about taking such a risk in this dangerous situation faded away when their eyes locked once more. she wanted this. he wanted this.

xavier watched her facial expression carefully when he slowly began to guide his hard and fully erect cock inside of her, searching for any sign of discomfort that would tell him to stop. he only ended up finding her glowing eyes trained on him and the sight of her lips parting to suck in a deep breath. he had trouble keeping his breathing steady himself, the warmth and tightness of her walls squeezing his shaft affecting him immensely. he had to bite his lip to keep from emitting another pleased moan.

“you feel so fucking good,” she murmurs once he is finally all the way in, the helpless tone found in her voice spurring him on more.

“you feel even better,” he sighs, burying his head in the crook of her neck while he started up a slow pace, hips gently knocking against hers.

her nails begin to sink into the flesh of his shoulders that his muscle tank didn’t cover up, back arching up off of the thin mattress in an attempt to deepen his thrusts that were starting to spark waves of pleasure through her body. mindlessly, she allows her head to get buried more in the plush pillow and for her legs to spread wider for him, knowing she could never get enough of this.

“faster, please.”

“are you begging?”

she could feel his smirk against her skin, the hand that hooked her leg over his waist tightening its hold on her. “if that’s what you want to call it. just fuck me harder.”

he obliges to her wishes, the steady and slow pace of his movements picking up speed and force. his hips crashed into hers, which were attempting to match his thrusts, and it automatically gets harder for both of them to remain quiet. xavier sinks his teeth into the spot where her neck and shoulder meet, biting hard enough to make a mark and muffling the groan that would have echoed throughout the cabin. she settled for digging further into his shoulders with her nails, which soon turned into scratching as she dragged them down his back.

tiny whimpers escaped her, which she somehow kept relatively low, his name sometimes coming out in a desperate whisper as well. apart of him was relieved that they both managed to keep it down, not attracting anyone from the outside, but then there was this other part of him. and that other part was curious what it would be like if he purposely made her moan a little louder, if he made her so intoxicated by him that she’d chant his name like a prayer.

he pulls back from her neck, hovering his face over her hers, feeling her chest heave against his from their shallow breathing. she looked as if she was struggling to contain herself, lips quivering and eyes holding a subtle look of strain. maybe it was the simple sight of her, maybe it was how good she felt wrapped around him, or maybe it was the temptation to take this risk further, but whatever it was, it encouraged him to pull both of legs up further up his waist, changing the angle perfectly so he rammed into that one spot that made her lose any form of common sense.

“xavier-“ she protests, panic twisting her features as an overload of pleasure suddenly comes over her. “i-i can’t-“

“you can. come on. show me how much you’re enjoying this. let everyone left alive at this camp hear. i don’t fucking care anymore.”

“fuck you. this isn’t fair.” she whines, eyes screwing shut. she was seconds away from moaning loudly and surrendering to him in their unspoken game.

“sorry, babe, but i’m not dying without hearing you scream my name as you fall apart.” he murmurs back to her, pace still unrelenting. he even intensifies her pleasure more by snaking a hand between her thighs, applying pressure to her clit.

that was when she couldn’t control herself anymore, letting out a choked cry, which was significantly higher in volume. the girl clutched xavier tighter, sensing the pressure that had been building up within her lower abdomen grow more restless. she trembled, muscles straining underneath her smooth skin while she arched her back, needing to be even closer to him. all the while xavier watched, panting and enjoying the view of the love of his life losing any bit of self control left because of him.

“I’m so close,” she whimpers against his lips, their foreheads coming together as xavier focused fully on his harsh movements.

“go ahead, baby. cum around my cock.” xavier encourages, planting soft kisses along her jawline lovingly. it was getting unbelievably harder to control himself, the way her body felt pressed against his, closer than ever before, wrecking him completely; he was on the brink as well.

with a few more snaps of his hips and radical motions along her clit, she came undone, intense pleasure shooting through her. her toes curled while the rest of her body convulsed underneath him, a loud curse passing her lips before he rendered her speechless. her mouth was left ajar, stunned by the intensity and the blissful feeling of it slowly fading away. the experience was nothing short of extraordinary; he was extraordinary.

xavier exclaimed a rather strident moan himself, the sensation of her pussy pulsating around his dick, hugging him euphorically, sending him right to the edge. he even moves to pull out, knowing he was seconds away from orgasming, but is stopped suddenly by her legs clamping around his waist. this time xavier is the one seeming panic and confused and overwhelmed, looking down to search her decomposed face for answers.

she stares back up with eyes that glimmer of passion, a mixture of lust and love, and he swears he’s never seen anything so compelling. “if we’re risking everything, you might as well cum inside of me.”

“i love you so much.” he cries out before muffling any noise by connecting his lips with hers once more, his impending orgasm finally taking over. she feels his release engulf her insides, mixing with her own, something within itself that makes her feel complete.

he stills after a few more lazy thrusts, collapsing on top of her, the exhaustion of this stressful night catching up with both of them. she raises a hand to play with the few strands of hair that fell out of place during this whole ordeal, calm and comforted in this moment they knew was fleeting.

“is it bad?” he questions after propping his head up, blue eyes sparkling in moonlight- lit room.

she knew he was referring to his hair he spent too much time on in the morning, but decides to let her humor take over. “yes, the sex is bad. this isn’t going to work out.”

“you’re so mean to me,” he mutters, shaking his head from side to side with the faintest hint of a smile. “even after i gave you the best sex of your life.”

she opens her mouth to rebuttal, but abrupt pounding on the cabin door halts any words that would have made their way into xavier’s attentive ears. the boy on top of her jumps up at the sound, sending a frantic glance to the barricaded entrance, watching the wooden door vibrate with each hard knock. she sits up as well, ignoring the liquid mess that slipped from the apex of her thighs and stained the sheets.

another set of persistent collisions, appearing heavier and harsher as they used more of their strength to try to break through, was what sent them both into action. xavier hurriedly throws y/n her shirt before yanking his pants back up his legs, shuffling around a bit to fully get them around his waist and buttoned once more. she has her top back over her head in an instant, rushing to her feet and using her discarded panties to quickly clean herself up.

“that can’t be good,” she whispers, fear altering her tone once more.

“i know. let’s get out of here.” he grabs her hand, leading her to the back of the cabin.

seconds later breeze was flowing through an open window, the curtain fluttering as if it was waving in the pair’s dismissal. and they went on, knowing that whatever they faced, they wouldn’t face it alone.

[kaiqarker]

Favourite American Assassin movie scene?(if you’ve seen the movie)

definitely the end when he’s in the elevator and looks dead in the camera, dropping the polite smile and looking dangerous as hell. about fell out of my seat tbh.

[kaiqarker]

lost and found | part three

pairing: xavier plympton x reader

warnings: swearing, angst

summary: in which a savior of heaven is sent down to camp redwood to put an end to the bloodbath and help the lost souls that reside there.

tag list: @jetblackpayne @vixi3303 @hplotrfan

part three: the unraveling

SHE AWOKE WITH A GROAN, squinting and adjusting to the bright light shining above her. her head ached and her stomach was stinging, a frown altering her once motionless expression that took place during her unconsciousness. she glanced down, wanting to see what was irritating her abdomen so painfully, eyes settling upon a knife plunged through her flesh, one she instantly recognized.

“it was pretty hard to knock you out, i have to admit,” a voice broke the silent atmosphere, along with the click of boots hitting the hardwood floor of the vacant cabin.

immediately y/n tried to move, but she couldn’t, and when she glanced above her she saw her wrists chained to the bed posts. “it was also hard to find something to restrain you with. i didn’t know if ropes would do with your freakish strength.”

“is this really necessary, montana?” y/n grunted out, feeling her body trying to heal the bleeding wound gracing her stomach, but since the blade was still stuck within her, it couldn’t. the only pain going away was the throbbing of her headache.

“i’d say so.” montana nodded her head, plopping down at the end of the bed, her big eyes holding no remorse.

“listen, i’m sorry if we got off on the wrong foot, that was partially my fault, but you can’t keep doing this. this is getting no one anywhere.”

“see, that’s really the problem. i just want to do whatever i want, and you are ruining that.”

“you can do whatever you want, just as long as you don’t hurt people,” y/n responds in a soft spoken voice, trying not to focus on the knife that had cut through her organs. if it wasn’t pulled out of her soon, she would lose consciousness again and the heartbeat she wasn’t supposed to have would stop.

“but hurting people is fun.” montana emphasizes the last word, crawling until she was hovering above the wounded angel-to-be.

“you just want other people to hurt because you’re hurt.”

“nah,” the blonde disagrees, gripping the handle of the weapon, and any hope that she was going to yank it out died when she twisted it. the blade punctured her insides ruthlessly in new angles, a loud whimper erupting out of the poor girl who was being tortured by someone who enjoyed every second of it. “i do it because it feels good.”

“and did it feel good when your brother died?” y/n choked out, montana’s head snapping up at the mention of her favorite person in the entire world.

an angry and displeased grimace contorted montana’s features before she tugged the knife roughly out of y/n’s stomach, bringing the blade to her neck and letting it dig into the skin there as a threat. heavy puffs of air came out of her flared nostrils and mingled with the stuffy air of the cabin, eyes darkened but in noticeable pain as she remembered the day she lost him, and when she lost herself as well.

“don’t. talk. about. him.”

“it wasn’t brooke’s fault, you know? she didn’t sleep with him that night.”

“you’re lying.”

“why would i be?” y/n said slowly; she was sure with one hard swallow the knife would slice through her skin.

“even if she didn’t, it’s still her fault. she shouldn’t have even been marrying that psycho. she shouldn’t have let my brother stay with her that night. she... should have stopped him. someone should have stopped him.” montana explained, tearing up at the last part, clearly still traumatized from seeing her brother get murdered right in front of her eyes.

“it’s not your fault either.” she murmured up to the blonde, who seemed to finally be in touch with her empathy for once.

the sensation of her abdomen starting to heal itself made y/n let out a sigh of relief, but she still paid attention to the extremely dysfunctional girl hovering above her, processing her words. the pain was there coating montana’s doll-like features, lipstick-stained lips quivering just the slightest. she was remembering everything she had forced herself to forget, and y/n thought that she had finally broken down her barriers.

she was proved wrong when montana sucked in a harsh breath, dark eyes returning their attention back to the supernatural creature she had tied up and planned on invoking so much pain upon. the coldness had returned to her gaze, the flicker of warmth, the flash of love, gone. and she even let out a humorless laugh, gripping her knife tighter.

“nice try, but there’s no going back for me. this is who i am. i belong here. and you don’t.” montana raised her knife into the air, holding it with both hands as she prepared to thrust the blade straight through her chest and into her heart. y/n prepared herself for the impact, closing her eyes and holding her breath.

a loud thump resonated through the cabin and hit y/n’s ears, forcing her eyelids to flutter back open just in time to see montana tumble off the bed and xavier standing above her, holding a canoe oar in one hand. after leaning over and making sure that the hit to the head had rendered the ghost unconscious for the time being, he returned his focus to y/n, dropping the item and stepping towards her restrained form.

“hey, angel. need some help?” his hands found the chains, working on unraveling them from the bed frame that constricted her wrists.

“that’d be nice,” she answered with a breath of relief, blinking in disbelief, surprised he was even here and more importantly stopped montana once more.

he definitely was though, blue eyes attentive as they analyzed her condition, a pang spreading throughout his chest as he saw the dried blood and healing cuts. he was disappointed with himself he hadn’t found her sooner, and the fact he didn’t try harder to get montana to let her little vendetta against the savior of heaven go. he didn’t know how much keeping her safe meant to him until now. he vowed then and there he would always protect her, no matter what.

“what are you even doing here?” she couldn’t help but ask, slowly sitting up on the bed after her hands were freed, but when she tried to stand up and stumbled, xavier was quick to be at her side. his arm wrapped around her back and she instinctively hooked one of hers around his neck, allowing him to support part of her weight while they headed for the door.

“i saw what was going on through the window. i figured i should probably get you out of there.”

“you didn’t have to intervene. in fact, after everything you’ve said to me, i’m surprised you even did.”

“yeah, well...” he drifted off, unsure how to respond, the cool afternoon air hitting both of their skin when they made it outside.

the sun was beginning to set, already masked partially by the white, puffy clouds in the sky, so it didn’t get in either of their eyes while they started down the path that led to xavier’s cabin he often hung out in when he wanted privacy. her body hummed and felt alight pressed against xavier, holding onto him securely and relishing in the closeness. truth be told, she didn’t want to let go any time soon.

he felt affected by her skin pressed against his as well, loving the warmth and smoothness of her delicate body next to his, seemingly right where it belonged. xavier was careful not to put any pressure on her sore wound, which was taking longer to heal due to the severeness of the attack. his eyebrows furrowed, concerned about her and how she was currently feeling.

“well what?” her question makes his stare avert to her flushed, porcelain face, deep breaths sucked in and exhaled through the space between her parted lips. even after being through a heavily stressful and traumatic event, she still looked unbelievably strong and beautiful.

“i... just. i didn’t want to see you hurt, okay?”

“you care.” she couldn’t help but smile slightly, his confession making all of the horrid events that had went down fade away.

“i do not.” he immediately denies, suddenly unable to look at her knowing face and turning his head forward, focusing on getting both of them up the steps of his cabin.

“yes, you do. you care. you care about meee.” y/n teases, using her free hand to poke at his cheek, an action that he tried to lean away from.

“you’ve lost more blood than i thought.” he shakes his head, trying his best to ignore the irresistible girl in his arms.

they enter the residence, xavier closing and locking the door behind them after they shuffle through. he heads for the queen-sized bed, found in head camp consoler cabins, which he of course he was quick to claim once he found out he wasn’t leaving this place anytime soon. y/n is guided to sit down on the edge of the bed, safe for the time being.

“thank you for helping me. even if you want to deny why you did it.” y/n says, watching him settle down beside her. she was feeling better with every passing second, and she didn’t know if it was because she was finally out of montana’s presence or because she was in xavier’s.

“if you don’t drop it, then i won’t help you ever again.” he comments half-heartedly, comprehending the content features of her alluring face, fighting the urge to cup her cheek with his hand.

“i don’t believe you.” she grins, seeing right through him, and for once, it doesn’t make him angry. he liked being seen, especially by her.

“whatever. forget about that. i’m ready for my reward now.”

“reward?”

“yup. you owe me. i’ve saved you, what, twice now? kind of ironic since you’re supposedly here to save me.”

“fine. what do you want?” she decided to give in, seeing a smirk return to his face and his eyebrows raise suggestively. “i’m not stripping for you.”

“oh, come on.”

“no.” she laughed, feeling free and... happy. genuinely happy. xavier made her happy.

“worth a shot.” he shrugged, chuckling a bit himself, mostly because her laugh was so contagious.

their laughter died down, eyes finding each other in the heartfelt aftermath. he never got tired of looking at her. she was the epitome of beauty and grace, wrapped up into this hypnotic form that never failed at demanding his attention. and then there was her persistence to see the good in everyone, something he found somewhat annoying in the beginning but had now grown to adore like just about everything else about her. she was so... good. and she wanted to save him. him. he felt unworthy of her devotion to him.

her breath gets caught in her thought while she finds herself completely in awe of him once again. it was almost too easy to do so, heart soaring and yearning for him. all for him. she had thought he was just like everyone else here, but he wasn’t. he was more — so much more and she couldn’t believe it took her so long to realize. he was everything. he was her everything.

“there is something else that i want.” he whispers, looking down at her carefully, eyes holding so much longing.

she didn’t wait any longer, feeling the same thing he was and leaning up into him. their foreheads touch, pressing against each other while they pierce one another with their gaze. they both felt breathless, the intensity of the moment consuming them, and they drowned in it. they basked in their closeness and the undeniable fact that no matter what was going on in the world, they were each other’s relief. they had found each other, and they weren’t letting go.

bliss shot through her when he moved and let his lips connect with hers, which she knew was coming, but it still made her gasp into the kiss, unprepared for the extraordinary sensation. her hands drift to find his bleached hair, tugging on the strands lightly, while he snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. xavier even tilted his head to deepen the kiss, knowing he would never get tired of her soft lips enveloping his.

when they backed away from each other enough to breathe for a moment, he allowed his eyelids to crack open, seeing hers still closed as she let everything sink in. his heart thumped lovingly at the sight, one of his hands raising and allowing his thumb to skim across her bottom lip gently. he wanted to kiss her again and do so much more.

“i have to say, you’re not so bad for a pretentious angel,” xavier murmurs, welcoming every single emotion he was feeling, which finally made her eyes open up to see his wrecked face.

“you’re not so bad for a egotistical ghost,” y/n replies right back in the same soft, playful tone.

he smirks at her response, leaning towards her once more, and she meets him halfway, just as eager to get a taste of him again. she knew that when elijah told her to get personal with the souls here, this wasn’t what he meant, but the more time she spent with xavier, the less she cared about that little detail. especially when she allowed her mouth to go ajar, allowing his tongue to mingle with hers and causing the interaction to get impossibly more intoxicating.

xavier pushes her down flat onto the mattress, shifting until he was on top of her, not disconnecting their lips during the rearrangement. her heart rate was off the charts, matching his as they melted into each other, and she felt... alive. she felt human again, where love and touch and feeling consumed her life. she had been so caught up with priorities, rules, and the well being of others, that there hadn’t been any time to ask herself what she wanted. yes, she did want to help other people, but she also wanted xavier and every single thing he offered her. and right now, the latter was dominating her mind.

right as his hand began to creep under her shirt, she felt a distracting sensation wash over her, causing her to turn her head and look around the room. xavier took this as an opportunity to explore, lips dragging along her neck and sucking rather harshly to have color splotch the surface before almost instantly healing. she let out a quiet moan at the pleasure, ready to shut her eyes and get lost in xavier once more, but her hazy vision locked on the figure that had abruptly appeared before her.

“elijah!” y/n gasped, startled, pushing against xavier so he would back away, which he did, confused.

“actually my name’s xav— oh. hi there.” xavier finally glanced up, seeing a dark-skinned man in a white suit, patiently waiting for them to calm down.

“y/n. xavier.” elijah greeted them both politely, nodding his head in recognition.

“what are you doing here?” y/n questioned, sitting up, embarrassed they had been caught in quite an intimate position.

“we need to talk,” he simply said, and from the way he refused to look her directly in the eye, y/n knew it couldn’t be anything good.

[kaiqarker]

lost and found | part two

pairing: xavier plympton x reader

warnings: swearing, angst

summary: in which a savior of heaven is sent down to camp redwood to put an end to the bloodbath and help the lost souls that reside there.

tag list: @vixi3303 @jetblackpayne @hplotrfan

part two: the connection

IF ANYTHING, THIS TASK was certainly proving to be harder than she thought. it was a rollercoaster getting the ghosts out of their own illusions, whatever they may be. she did get through to a few, able to take them into her celestial hold and guide them out of this malevolent land and into the welcoming embrace that is heaven’s gates.

no one belonged here — that appeared to be the thing most were missing. the fact their souls were anchored to the premises was just an unfortunate accident. and they could be unlatched, set free, with her help, but like a complicated boy once told her, not everyone wanted saving.

when she wasn’t talking people down from killing an innocent that stumbled into the camp, she was busy trying to come up with a better plan that would overall help her connect more with the people here. after all, they’d be more likely to listen to her if she got them to open up. although, that was definitely easier said than done.

that’s what y/n was doing now as she sat at the end of the dock, bare legs swinging over the edge. the tips of her toes skimmed the surface of the lake that resembled the color and shine of an emerald jewel in the moonlight, creating tiny ripples in the water in her wake. a few stars dotted the sky, and she stared up at them, recalling a time where they had once brought her ease. maybe they still did, considering the tension in her muscles were gone and she leaned back on the palms of her hands, lost in her wonder.

“considering this place is literally known for countless of murders, do you really think it’s a good idea to be out here in the dark? alone?”

she let out a breath at the familiar voice, having the urge to smile while she heard footsteps approach. “i’m not worried about me.”

“right, right. you’re worried about everyone else. in true, selfless angel fashion. and people think i’m a cliche.” xavier comments, taking a spot next to her on the dock, blue eyes glued to her like they had been for the last few minutes as he debated whether or not to approach her.

“they also think you’re a dick.” she responds, letting the remark slip out and still staring foreword, but the humor etched onto her expression was evident. it had gotten even harder to contain herself when she saw the look on his face out of the corner of her eye, his mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed.

“that was rather rude. are you sure you’re from heaven? last time i checked swearing is a sin,” he spoke, pretending to be offended, head tilting to the side while he questioned her.

“i think they’ll forgive me.” y/n finally turns to look over at him, lips uncontrollably tugging up into an amused smile, one that made xavier’s heart patter in his chest a little faster. she was proving to be utterly addicting.

her hair was down now and fell in soft waves down her back, framing the soft features of her face that looked even more delicate now under the galactic light coming from the sky. there was also her brilliant eyes that once again urged the blonde to admire, adorned by long eyelashes that made them look more wide and innocent. she was worried about all the death and killing and here she was hypocritically and unknowingly killing him.

xavier cleared his throat, glancing down at the water for a moment to pause his obsessive staring that he could barely control. it was getting harder and harder to shake her off. he had purposely avoided her after their first encounter, confused and overwhelmed by it. he thought space would help clear his head, but there he was, thinking about her. her words, her actions, the irreversible way she made him curious. he didn’t know how to handle it all. but when he saw her sitting by herself tonight, xavier couldn’t help himself. he needed to talk to her again.

her grin slowly faded as the both of them let a few moments of silence pass, comfortable in each other’s presence despite the fact they barely knew each other. well, she knew about him, but he was definitely proving to be different than she expected. xavier wasn’t like montana or any of the other bloodlusting spirits. he was... more complex to say the least. and she was seeing that more and more.

“you didn’t go,” xavier pointed out to break the quietness, “i kind of knew you wouldn’t.”

“i meant what i said. i’m not leaving until i know that i’ve done all i can.”

“yeah. you’re very determined. i’ll give you that.”

“so are you.” y/n replied, gazing at him once more, something she found herself doing frequently.

“oh?”

“yes. you’re determined to... not care.”

“it’s a relief to not care.”

“no. it’s a temporary fix to your denial.”

“really? what am i in denial about? huh, angel?” he decided to play along, leaning in towards her.

“that you liked caring. but you hate that you cared about the wrong things. so you think caring itself is foolish and a means to an end.” she explained, expressed her thoughts about him, which she admittedly had a lot of.

“so you have it all figured out?”

“pretty much.” y/n states, expressing her confidence on the matter. she studies his raised eyebrows and the way his eyes gleamed with something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

“well, if you’re so all-knowing,” xavier hums, shifting to move even closer to her until their knees brushed against one another, “why don’t you tell me what i’m thinking about right now?”

the daring tone and his sudden closeness quickly made her cocky demeanor drop, consumed by his provocative smirk and dazzling eyes, which were staring directly at her parted lips. no words, no witty remark, came out. she was left speechless, breathless, motionless. it was unbelievable how he made her feel and react — in ways she never had before.

y/n’s mouth opened and closed, trying to think of something to respond with, but suddenly that was the least of her concerns as she watched xavier’s playful expression contort into panic before he grabbed ahold of her. she didn’t even have time to process the beautiful feeling of his touch because it was gone an instant later, and soon she was splashing around in the lake, attempting to stay afloat. he had pushed her off the dock, rather abruptly, and while her head bobbed in the water and her vision focused, she understood why.

“what the hell, xavier?! she was right there, i had her!” montana’s frustrated voice filled y/n’s ears, and she saw her figure feet away on the dock, hand grasping an axe.

“yeah, well, now you don’t.” he stands up, shrugging, stepping in front of montana and blocking her view of the girl still swimming in place.

“why are you even protecting her?”

“because...” his voice trailed off, caught off guard by the question, but he quickly composed himself and let his infamous smirk return. “because i can. and it annoys you. and what annoys you, brings me joy.”

“oh, fuck you.”

“you already did when i was alive. and dead. both times were nothing special.”

“i’m this close from burying this axe into you.” montana growled, angry at his behavior towards her and more importantly towards y/n.

“go ahead.”

montana glares at him for so long it feels like hours instead of seconds, but eventually she scoffs, lowering the axe. “you deserve worse than having your limbs chopped off one by one.”

with one final glance at her over xavier’s shoulder, she flares her nostrils and reluctantly starts to back away, promising herself that next time, no one would be there to stop her, even xavier. he didn’t let himself turn around until he was sure she was off the dock and had disappeared into one of the cabins, but when he did, the boy with bleached hair saw y/n swimming slowly back to the end of the dock.

xavier bent down, offering up his hand, which she gratefully accepted, cold and wet skin meeting his. he pulled her out with ease, water dripping from her body and puddling at her feet when she was steady and standing on the dock. y/n’s arms wrapped around herself, freezing now, and her soaked clothes that stuck to her skin weren’t helping.

“sorry i got you all wet. it happens when girls are around me.” he jokes, attempting to lighten the mood.

“ha ha. very funny,” she says, ringing her soaked hair out on the dock, the water that had gotten in her ears making her slightly uncomfortable. “i better go change.”

“you mean you’re not going to strip for me? i’m hurt.” xavier brings a hand to his chest, lips twitching into a small smile when he saw her breathe out a laugh at his reaction.

“you would see me in hell before you would see me stripping for you.”

“see, now i’m just going to take it as a challenge.”

she rolls her eyes, beginning to walk away from the complicated mess that was xavier plympton, but halfway she stops herself. she turns her head around, finding xavier’s gaze still settled upon her departing form. she felt her chest tighten at the simple detail.

“thanks... for pushing me out of the way. even if it was into a lake. i wasn’t paying attention.” y/n expresses, able to catch the softening of his expression. she had no idea what he was thinking though, which that he wouldn’t hesitate to keep her out of harm’s way again.

he shrugged, emotion building up within him again, begging to not be pent up any longer, but he refused to give into it. “no big deal. just wanted to piss off montana.”

“right.” she hollowly agreed, the disappointment from his statement easily weighing her down. and this time, she walked away from him, and he was the one questioning everything.

[kaiqarker]

‘Thomas’ Month - January 2020

The whole month of January? It’s now Tom-uary. I’m not even sorry. I officially dub it Thomas month. I’m taking thirsting over Thomas to a whole new level. If this goes down well, we can do others.. like Mitch-tober. 

What does it entail?

Well, my loves, all things Tommy. 

Write a fic, make an edit, create a video, draw a picture, sing a song, dress up your dog; if it’s Thomas related, do it! Seriously, biggest Thomas-fest ever. Everyone is welcome to join in, and I’ll link all the posts to a whole new masterlist I’m gonna’ make for it.

I’m personally gonna try and smash out a bunch of ‘Feels Like Loneliness’ updates, and I’ll try and line it up so the whole series is posted during the month. If I’m really on a roll between now and then, I’ll get a fic or two out, too. I’m gonna make some moodboards and whatnot as well, if we’re lucky. I’m hoping to post something every day for Tommy month.

When is it?

January 2020. Now called Tom-uary. The only way I will be referring to it from now on, I’m obsessed, sue me. Use the tag #tom-uary or #tomuary or #tommymonth and I’ll track all of them, and check out the posts.

Between now and then?

Work on your posts, reblog this, tag your friends, tell your neighbour, all that jazz. Send me a message/ask if you want to join in! I would literally love to hear all about what you guys are going to do for it! Maybe we can even collab on a couple of things, honestly, I think it’s all just going to be really fun. 

[kaiqarker]

lost and found | part 1

pairing: xavier plympton x reader

warnings: swearing, angst

summary: in which a savior of heaven is sent down to camp redwood to put an end to the bloodbath and help the lost souls that reside there.

tag list: @vixi3303

part one: the awakening

THE GIRL DIDN’T DARE let any of her doubts bleed to the surface while she took one step after another, entering the premises of the unholy ground that was camp redwood. she had done her research of course, learning the truth and the lies and how every drop of blood was spilt in between in all. the place itself was an undoubtable tragedy, and if her facts were right, so were the souls stuck here.

satan had been behind some of the most cruelest acts placed upon humanity, but she was was sure this was one of the worst. he had cursed the area; so whoever died (gruesomely in almost all cases) here, were trapped. this was a purgatory for them, a hell without the infamous flames and bloodstained sky. unfortunately, that kind of thing results in these ghosts giving up any sort of humanity they had left.

so not only did the living leave its twisted mark, the dead did too. some were plainly lost, forgotten that they had even perished. some were aware, but have been here for so long they were merely zombies, their hope and motivation to do much of anything gone. and then finally, there were the ones who decided that they would make the most of this opportunity, abandoning all sense of right and wrong and spreading their curse.

those were the people heaven were most concerned about. they were turning this campground into even more of a bloodbath than it already was. held back with no morals of any kind, they proved to be devious and heartless, willing to end of the life of any tourist that happened to wander into the area.

so heaven, the land of light and peace, had sent her. having been human once, they had thought she’d be able to get through to a few of them. and with her flawless ability to follow the rules and show compassion, she had seemed like the perfect choice to her superiors. she only hoped to live up to their high expectations, especially elijah’s.

branches snapped beneath her sneaker-covered feet as she followed a trail through the surrounding woods. her eyes shifted around, looking for any sign of another’s presence, and ultimately coming up empty. her eyebrows knitted together, not knowing what to think of the quiet hum of the forest and the blue jays that had just fluttered by. she had expected utter chaos and to be overwhelmed with the unresolved problems the camp harbored immediately. and yet, she dared to think that this place was almost... calming.

the pain that erupted from her shoulder blade pulled her out of her enchantment, a small cry of surprise escaping her while she stumbled forward, almost falling onto the ground where the autumn leaves would have barely cushioned her fall. she instinctively turned around, finding the sight of a smirking blonde standing merely a foot away from her, the bloody knife in her hand gaining y/n’s attention for a moment.

“sorry to be rude and not introduce myself, but i’m not in an introductory mood. quite frankly, i’m sick of talking in general. it can ruin the moment, you know?” the blonde said to her, twisting her wrist and making sure the blade was pointed directly at her.

the newcomer took a step back, standing up on her own and removing the hand she had placed on a tree trunk for balance. the irritation from her stab wound had almost completely gone away; she knew her ability to heal fast would probably come in handy down here.

“you call killing an innocent person a moment, montana?” y/n questioned, recognizing the doe-eyed woman instantly. she watched as montana’s red-stained lips turned into a flat line, her playful demeanor dropping.

“how do you know my name?”

“because i’m supposed to. it’s my job to.”

“that isn’t clearing anything up.” montana growled, gripping her knife tighter. she debated on whether she should let her explain or just kill her like she had originally planned.

“put the knife down and we’ll talk.” y/n replied with raised hands, indicating she wanted to do the ghost no harm.

“yeah, no thanks.”

montana lunged at her, the blade of her knife slicing the air and not her skin as y/n easily dodged the attack, more prepared than before. the soon-to-be angel studied the way she only grew more frustrated, huffing in displeasure before she went after her target again.

this time y/n didn’t just avoid the blonde, she grabbed ahold of her wrist, stopping the knife from being thrusted into her chest. montana tried with all of her strength to push against her grasp and allow the blade to burrow deep within the stranger, but y/n’s grasp didn’t falter. in fact, she twisted montana’s wrist just enough so that she would drop the weapon, and then pushed her away from her.

montana stumbled back, shocked and embarrassed at how easily she was overpowered. especially since she had been a feared predator ever since she had died and been stuck in this place. she loved the power she possessed and every plea of mercy she had gotten from her victims. and now, the blonde felt how she felt when she was alive, helpless.

“what the hell are you?”

“technically,” she began, picking up the knife that still had her blood coated on the blade, “i’m an angel. well, almost one. point is — i’m from heaven.”

montana was about to laugh at the outrageousness before her eyes happen to catch sight of y/n’s back, seeing only dry blood instead of a leaking flesh wound. she had stabbed her, she was sure of it. she had saw the blade puncture her skin and cut through her.

“no fucking way.”

“way.” y/n said with humor in her voice, letting herself be amused despite the fact she had someone who wanted to kill her right in front of her.

“what’s going on here?” a voice gained both of the girls’ attention, belonging to the one and only xavier plympton, who was clad in a pair of white shorts and a purple muscle tank.

his blue eyes find montana first but then they drift to the new girl, examining her pretty face, framed by stray strands of hair that escaped her pony tail. they lower down to where her white tank top clings to her chest and eventually past her matching shorts where her long legs were offered up to his view. he decided she definitely wasn’t hard to look at.

“who are you and why hasn’t montana killed you yet?” he asks, automatically becoming curious and taking a few steps towards both of them.

“i’m y/n. and believe me, she’s tried.” y/n gestured to the knife in her raised hand, wagging it back and forth for clarification.

“if you keep talking about me like i’m not here then i will kill both of you!” montana kicked off the tree she was leaning against, sending them both a glare that certainly didn’t intimidate either of them in the slightest. she took her place beside xavier, grabbing ahold of his shirt and yanking him down so his lips crashed messily against hers. her eyes closed in the satisfaction that she was still in control when it comes to things like this, wordlessly claiming he was hers to have and play with as she pleased.

xavier’s eyes stayed open for once, staring directly at the stranger and how uncomfortable she looked with the spontaneous action. he noticed her parted lips, averted gaze, and the blush that began to rise to the surface of her cheeks. she was innocent — and that sparked something within him.

finally montana pulled away with a pleased sigh, returning her focus back to the girl who had many surprises to offer. her eyes narrowed when she spotted her knife still in her hand, knowing she would get it back even if she had to break each and every one of her fingers.

“guess what, xav? she’s a fucking angel.”

“almost angel.” y/n corrected immediately.

“seriously? like an angel with wings and halos and shit?” xavier asked, tilting his head and believing it easier than montana did.

“they don’t actually have those. but... yes, i’m from heaven.”

“fine. what are you doing here then? because it can’t just be to ruin my day.” montana scoffed, crossing her arms.

“i’m here to help you.” y/n spoke with sincerity, eyes unwavering as they locked on both xavier and montana.

xavier felt the impact of her words, hearing the promise in her soft-spoken voice, and was unexpectedly affected. that itself confused him. he hadn’t allowed himself to care about anything since he died and got stuck here. there was no point. no rewards or consequences to any action. he had accepted years ago that this was his afterlife for the rest of eternity, and now he what? was supposed to believe this girl and have the hope she so clearly had? he didn’t. but a little part of him wanted to, and that’s what left him speechless for the moment.

“bullshit. get me back my knife and maybe i won’t cut your eyeballs out of your sockets.” montana rolled her eyes and held out her hand, already over this whole situation.

“really? after all of this that’s what you’re most concerned about?”

montana nods her head, lips pulled into a frown, and y/n shrugs nonchalantly as an idea pops into her head. “alright. fine. if you want it, go get it.”

before the blonde can say another word, y/n flings the knife with quite a force in a random direction, and montana can only watch as the weapon flies through the air and disappears into the trees. that was it. it was personal now.

“you little bitch!” montana hissed, ready to pounce on her again and give her murder another go, but she’s stopped by xavier’s grip on her arm.

“babe, stop. it’s just a knife. there’s other weapons in the sea.” xavier jokes, smirking at her enraged form, and he pretends that he wasn’t stopping her just to mock her.

“i don’t care. i just want her dead. let go of me before i kick you in the balls. dead or not i know it still hurts!”

“you can’t kill me.” y/n interjects, seeing montana cease her struggle in xavier’s hold. “i already died. that’s how i got to heaven in the first place. you can try, but i’d just come back.”

“fine. i can’t kill you. but i can hurt you. so i would leave while you still can, because i will make it my mission to torture you the entire time you’re here.”

“i’m not going anywhere.”

“then, i would start looking over your shoulder. you’ve seen what happens when you don’t,” montana grins wickedly as she nods her head to the dry blood still sticking to her skin, and without another word, she turns around and starts in the direction where her knife was thrown.

“she truly is lovely. i get what you see in her. so dedicated.” y/n mutters sarcastically, placing her hands on her waist while she wonders to herself how she will ever turn someone like montana around.

“montana sure is something,” she hears xavier respond from beside her, hearing the leaves crunch with each step he aimlessly takes towards her. she doesn’t notice until his hot breath fans her ear that he had gotten that close to her. “but she’s no angel.”

her neck pivots when she turns her head to face him, their noses almost bumping from their proximity from each other. his oceanic eyes held mischief and playfulness, staring directly into her guarded pair. it was clear he didn’t give much thought into having boundaries.

“i’m surprised you’re not trying to kill me too.” y/n states, managing to keep her voice steady and her face neutral even though the lack of space between them was unnerving to say the least. it was the most intimate situation she had been in since she was alive.

“little ol’ me? now what would make you think that?” he smiles charmingly but the dark humor in his tone is evident, his breaths from his words tickling her lips.

“i’ve read your file, xavier.” she breaks their little staring contest, taking a step back away from him. “you’re just as murderous and manipulative as montana.”

“and yet you’re not running for the hills.”

“because whether any of you see it or not, you’re redeemable.”

xavier can’t help but laugh, finding her words nothing short of unbelievable. “listen, angel. it’s cute and all that you think you’re gonna flap your nonexistent wings and fix our poor little broken souls, but most of us don’t even want saving. like me. i’m perfectly happy here. i have never been more free.”

“and your life alive was so horrible?”

“compared to this, yeah. i tried to save people, to do the right thing, and i just ended up dying — painfully by the way. morals blind you. they hold you back. it’s much more freeing to just let go. you should try it.” he explained, watching her let his response sink in. her face morphed into a frown, and he could have been imagining it, but her eyes seem to glaze with sadness.

“you’re... so wrong and you don’t even know it.”

“i’m not, angel. that’s just how it is.”

“then, bertie protecting you, saving you, that meant nothing?” y/n asked, watching his face harden for the briefest of seconds before he returned to smirking and raising his eyebrows at her.

“that was just pointless. i died anyway.” he shrugged, burying his hands in his pockets.

“still,” she argued, gravitating back towards him, “it was worth something before that. you were grateful and relieved and... sad when you saw the condition she was in.”

“maybe. but none of that matters now.” xavier dismisses, feeling something build up inside of him with the point she was making. his throat was tight and he clenched his jaw in an attempt to contain whatever it was.

“things could matter again, xavier.” she whispered, letting her eyes properly roam his face and all of its flawless alignments. he was beautiful, there was no denying that.

he allows himself to gaze shamelessly right back at her, studying the upturn of her adorable nose, soft, pink lips, and finally returning to her eyes that possessed so much depth it just about consumed him. it was no wonder she was an angel, every part of her was angelic and undeniably mesmerizing. his heart swelled with admiration, catching him off guard more than anything that had happened during their encounter. her influence on him terrified him.

“i don’t think so,” he declares coldly, newfound anger at her rising to the surface, masking any other emotion he was feeling.

“xavier.” she murmurs, surprised at his sudden change of mood. it seemed as if they were getting somewhere, and he did a total 180 on her.

“just do us all a favor and leave. because montana’s right, if you stay, we won’t take it easy on you.” he scoffs, glancing at her perplexed face one more time before he leaves her there on the trail, alone and questioning just about everything.

[kaiqarker]

masterlist <3

XAVIER PLYMPTON:

series:

lost and found | xavier plympton au

one shots:

off my chest | xavier plympton

bottle green reflections | xavier plympton

KAI PARKER:

one shots:

[kaiqarker]

lost and found masterlist

prologue

part one

part two

part three

part four

[kaiqarker]

lost and found | prologue

pairing: xavier plympton x reader

warnings: mentions of death?

summary: in which a savior of heaven is sent down to camp redwood to put an end to the bloodbath and help the lost souls that reside there.

FROM THE WAY despair and trouble seemed to loom over his entire human life, xavier felt nothing but relief in his last few moments. the excruciating torture of having a knife dragged through his torso halted to a stop. the ache of the burns that graced his face and hands had finally vanished. his internal pain faded as well; the anger, sadness, and betrayal drifting away like the sound of his struggling heartbeat. after everything, he was finally at ease. this was it. he was going to die, and he was okay with that.

his lips stopped quivering after one last shaky exhale. his injured body went still. and there he was, clothes stained with blood and dirt, completely dead on the forest floor. that was supposed to be the end of it all, but it wasn’t. it was only the beginning.

• • •

“are you sure about this... about me?” the girl couldn’t help but second guess herself, questioning if she was ready for this responsibility. she still couldn’t believe out of everyone, she was the one who was asked to fix this.

“of course! y/n, you’re going to be great. we believe in you. i believe in you. we wouldn’t have assigned you this task if we didn’t think you were capable.” elijah, her mentor, reassured her. he placed a hand on her shoulder, grinning and showing off his perfect set of white teeth. his ebony skin contrasted beautifully against the white suit he was wearing.

“i just, you know, haven’t been out in the field before,” she explained the obvious, moving away from him as she began to pace anxiously around. “i haven’t been to earth since... since i died! since i was a human. well, i still am human technically just dead — wait. once i am through with training and become an official would i still call myself human or-”

“y/n, calm down. you’re getting off topic. but, you’re already a celestial being. you aren’t like the other souls here. you wanted to be more when you died. you wanted to help others, remember? that’s what being an angel is. we’re the good, and we help the broken.”

“i know, but-”

“you’re so close. you’ve been remarkable through all the training. you have relentless heart. and if you come back with this job done perfectly, like i know you will, you’ll be done. you’ll have your title.”

“so this is it? this is the final test? i do this, and i finally get to be like you? an angel?”

“yes.” he smiled, and he watched as she finally stopped pacing. her dress swayed in the slight breeze, mesmerizing eyes wide and holding that spark of determination she hadn’t lost in death.

she nodded as a final gesture, understanding now more than ever that this was important, not only to her, but to the people on earth. she had had her little freak out, and now, composed, she was sure that she would try everything in her power to bring change. to make the lost, found. although, it wouldn’t be that simple for her either.

[kaiqarker]

Xavier episode 1: Willing to leave a guy he accidentally hit with his van by the side of the road.

Xavier episode 3: Goes out of his way to find Chef Bertie and Margaret (who he doesn’t even like) to make sure they’re okay, jumps into a literal pit of spikes to help his friend, tries to help a woman he doesn’t even know stay silent around Mr Jingles.