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fckinsupreme · 3 years

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Omg I love your work! Could you please write an imagine of being in a closed poly relationship with Xavier and Chet? How the relationship came to be and the dynamic between Xavier x Chet x Reader? I really want some fluff and smut with everyone happy and in love with each other.

You lie awake in the bed you shared with your boyfriends, both of them asleep on either side of you. Xavier snores lightly, while Chet’s lips were parted as he lay on his stomach. All night, ever since the three of you had some pretty wild sex, you were thinking of how lucky you were to have them. Memories played in your mind, and your grin seemed to get wider with each passing one.

The first memory was how the three of you met. It was an aerobics class that Xavier was teaching, and you’d noticed that both Chet & Xavier could not stop watching you the whole time. Every move you made, every time you followed Xavier’s skilled guidance, their eyes were glued to you. They both hit you up once the class was over, and you ended up getting both of their phone numbers. You called them, went on dates with both of them separately, and became painfully close with both men. But when they found out you were dating both of them, they each took the news surprisingly well. In fact, that was how this whole thing got started; it was Xavier’s suggestion that the three of you just date each other. It was a suggestion you & Chet gladly accepted, and one that carried you to where you were today.

It was a very joyous & love-filled relationship from the start. Many nights of cuddling, them on either side of you, you sandwiched in the middle, became a new norm. Kisses were stolen, between all three of you, and the notion of having both was wonderful to you. You snuggled with them while watching movies or TV, often falling asleep before whatever you were watching was over. You always woke draped in their limbs with a blanket tossed over your bodies, put there by one of the guys. You never knew which one, but your money was on Xavier every time.

Then there were the date nights, which were typically split up. Some nights you went out with Chet, others with Xavier, and others spent between just Chet & Xavier. You went out as a poly couple as well, of course, and had more fun with all three than with the one-on-one dates. Dinners, movies, bowling, and hiking were just a few dates the three of you went on, and always ignored the odd looks & snide comments made when you were in crowded spaces. You always took turns paying for the dates, but Chet always picked up the tab more times than not.

Your mind then turned to sex with them, and you couldn’t help but smile as you thought of it. It was an act the three of you just partook in tonight, but every other time before was just as magical. It was usually soft and playful, full of laughter and gentle touches and a lot of kissing. Other times it was rough, full of plenty of aftercare and the occasional mark. But no matter the pace, it had one common denominator: You were all focused on each other’s pleasure, far more than your own. Even when it was one on one, with each of them and both of them together, it was all a focus on your pleasures and what made each of you feel good. Both of them enjoyed going down on you, and would often do it together. They would take turns making you cum, and would not stop until you got at least two orgasms every night. It was more than two sometimes, but two was always their goal. And you happily reciprocated, making sure that each man was just as satisfied as they made you with their own mouths & hands.

But for you, it wasn’t all about sex, nor was it for them, either. All of you enjoyed every little thing, and made it a point to focus on other, non-sexual activity as well. Dancing around in the kitchen while cooking or baking together was a weekly staple, sometimes nightly where Xavier was involved. You & Chet would just watch—secretly and at most times, not so secretly—while he shook his ass or pulled some ridiculous dance move. It didn’t matter; you had fun, and there was no shortage of joy around the two of them.

Tonight, watching them sleep as you remembered all the good times, you couldn’t help but feel blessed. Not only did you have one man’s love, but two. Not only were you given one man to share that love with, but two. The prospect of this lasting forever was not far-fetched, nor was it crazy. No matter how unhealthy people believed it to be, it was the opposite. No matter what happened, all of you would stand by each other, and if that wasn’t love, then what was?

Yes, you were quite blessed, indeed.

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divinerulerluvr · 3 years

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Being a Camp Counselor w/ Chet Clancy HCs

DAY 4 OF 1k CELEBRATION

What it'd be like to be a counselor with Chet at Camp Redwood headcanons.

Chet Clancy x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Murder mentions, Beer/drug use, nothing much

A/n - I had to choose between Montana and Chet for this. And also, this is an au so there is no '84 massacre. The counselors don't die. This is also my second time writing this fucking thing given my first version disappeared on me. yay.

You and Chet met at Aerobics after Montana set you two up.

After meeting officially, there was an obvious spark between you two. At the beginning of summer, Xavier brought up being a camp counselor and Chet begged you to go. So you did.

And now with a new girl -- Brooke -- you head off to Camp Redwood with the rest of your group.

- The ride there was semi-long and you spent it just talking with the new girl and indulging in Ray's drugs. - Arriving at the camp, you noticed the cabins were old-looking and trees surrounded the entire area on all sides. - You and Chet were bummed about Margaret's "Girls are red, boys are blue, don't even try to make purple" rule. - Spending the first half of the night in the girls' counselor cabin, you and the rest of your friends drink beer and watch the Olympics. - Chet was upset about that because he had been disqualified since he "peed a pharmacy" as Montana put it. - You tried to calm him by playing with his soft hair. - Montana applauded you for your attempt.

Later, at the bonfire, Nurse Rita told the story about the 1970 massacre done by a man nicknamed Mr. Jingles. "You buying this?" Chet asks you in a whisper.

"I am too high for this," you whisper in response.

Margaret shows her missing ear and you find yourself getting scared. Brooke had been talking about some killer following her but you thought it was attention-seeking shit.

Chet wraps his arm around your lower back, holding you closer to him as you puff on a joint that Xavier had rolled.

Back at the cabin, a man named Trevor introduces himself as another counselor while you and Chet let yourselves partake in the coke that Ray also provided.

- Margaret soon broke up the party and Xavier, Ray, Trevor, and Chet all went back to the boys' counselor cabin for sleep. - Around three a.m, you snuck over to their cabin and got into bed with Chet. - He wanted to have sex but you denied. - Stating it'd be too risky given the others were just a few feet away. - The next morning, the kids arrived bright and early to start the next few weeks of their camp experience. - Margaret went over the rules and had you split into partners so the kids could be easier to manage. - You can Chet partnered, obviously, and gave your kids a tour of the grounds and went over the rules like Margaret said to do first thing.

Now at the kayak station, you explain safety rules while Chet explains how to actually do it, given he was an Olympic athlete once upon a time.

"They suck," Chet mutters to you as the kids paddle around the "bottomless" lake. "Be nice. They're kids," you advise him. He just chuckles, his hand placed shamelessly on your ass.

At the end of the day, the kids go to sleep and you and your friends once again gather in the girls' counselor cabin to drink and do drugs.

As the rest were occupied with a card game or watching the Olympics, you and Chet sneak off to boys' counselor cabin that had been left empty.

Making out, you and Chet fall to the couch -- him on top of you. Margaret barges in, causing him to jump off of you. "What was my rule about this?" Margaret asks, eyeing you two like you had committed a heinous crime.

"No sex?" you answer. She nods, glaring at Chet as if he was the only guilty party. "Time to split up," she says before leaving the cabin. You kiss Chet goodbye and head back to the girls' counselor cabin to find that Xavier, Ray, and Trevor had already headed back.

Montana mocked you and Chet for getting caught.

- The next few days were fine. - The kids could get pretty annoying, but you and the rest of the counselors could handle it. - You and Chet had to very methodically plan your sex-capades as to not get caught. - At night, you and him would have sex in the showers since Margaret never checked there for stray kids. - If you wanted to do it during the day, you and him would take your chances in an outhouse stall or in the counselor's cabin. - By the end of the summer, you had only been caught maybe seven times. - Having survived the whole summer being counselors, you and the rest of your group take Xavier's van back into the city.

"I don't know if I hated that or loved it," you comment as you sit in the back as Xavier drives. You rest your head on Chet's shoulder, his hand firmly placed on your thigh.

"I thought it was fine. With enough drugs, everything is cool," Ray replies with a smile. You laugh, taking the joint that Chet had offered to you.

"And look, we didn't get killed," Montana says in reference to Brooke's irrational fear.

"Yeah. You're right,"

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auroracalisto · 4 years

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lotus flower

summary: escaping an abusive relationship was difficult. rushing to a camp in the middle of nowhere to escape your husband shouldn’t have been as terrifying as it turned out to be.

pairing: xavier plympton x reader x chet clancy, reader x abusive husband named roger

word count: 1.5k words

warnings: abuse, physical abuse and mental abuse, mentions of abuse and physical depictions of what happened, ahs 1984, canon typical situations

a/n: idk if i’ll actually continue this bc idk if it will do well. however, i wanted to see the response i would get and i really liked writing this in general soooo. also, for the title, just look up the meaning of a lotus flower :) you’ll understand if you don’t already.

You were running. From him. From your past. From the nakedness that now adorned your ring finger. And that’s how you ended up at Camp Redwood, as a counselor. It was a job, far away from Roger. As much as you had wished you could have stayed and not uproot your entire life, you knew that staying there was dangerous.

The fading bruises on your stomach were proof of that.

You had heard about the position through the newspaper—the only survivor of the 70′s massacre wanted to open it up to try and create some good memories there.

Miles away and deep in the forest was your best bet of avoiding your abusive husband.

So you called and inquired about the job—you weren’t even interviewed hardly. The woman asked your name and said you were accepted. All you had to do was show up the day before the kids were supposed to be there. It would be you and a couple other counselors, but there weren’t that many kids—you wouldn’t be bombarded by everything.

You had hardly been out of your car for five minutes when Margaret led you over to Bertie.

“While we wait for the others to arrive, maybe you can help Bertie,” she said, giving you a smile. “I’ll be back.”

She didn’t wait long before she rushed off, leaving you alone with the chef. You gave her an awkward smile.

“Hi...”

“Hi, sweetheart,” she said, balancing her cigarette between her teeth as she talked. “Here,” she moved to grab a crate full of bread. “Take this inside for me?”

You immediately did as you were asked, taking the crate as soon as she handed it to you. She took notice of your shakiness, but she didn’t comment on it, much like she didn’t comment on the multiple scars you had lining your bare arms.

Bertie took in a couple more things with you, only taking a break to light another cigarette.

"And this is Chef Bertie," Margaret said, walking up alongside of quite a few other people. You stood by her truck, looking at the people as they all came around. "A Camp Redwood veteran."

"Dibs," a man with blonde hair and a blue shirt quickly spoke. He smiled over at his friends, clearly joking.

"You wouldn't know what to do with it if you got it, handsome," Bertie spoke, smirking over at the man.

You couldn't help but laugh at Bertie, quickly placing a hand over your mouth.

"And who are you?" the blonde quickly asked, raising an eyebrow.

You averted your gaze.

"She's another counselor. She got here earlier in the day. [Your name]'s car was the one you parked beside of," Margaret said.

"Oh, so the one Xavier here almost hit with his door?" a blonde girl grinned, crossed her arms over her chest.

Xavier's eyes widened and he looked back at her. "I did not!"

Bertie rolled her eyes, holding up a crate of eggs. "Put those scrawny arms to work and help a lady fill her pantry. All of you, grab a crate. This heat is a killer," she spoke, sighing softly as she removed her cigarette. "You don't have to carry anymore, [Your name]—"

"—I can," you smiled over at the woman. You moved to take a crate which looked as though it had been filled with bottles of spices, sugars, and flour.

The man beside of Xavier had taken the crate of eggs.

A guy with brown hair came up beside of you, his arm brushing against yours as he grabbed a crate himself. He blushed but couldn't help himself from smiling at you.

"Sorry," he said.

You gave a hesitant smile, moving to walk back into the dining hall when Margaret began to speak again.

"Chef Bertie here worked here when I was a counselor. We are so blessed to have her with us."

Bertie continued to talk while everyone else carried in crates. You stayed inside, putting things where they needed to go—it wasn't that hard to figure out things. Of course, you avoided putting up things like spices. You didn't know if she liked them organized a certain way. As you walked back out, you couldn't help but overhear Bertie.

"I'm sorry that one bad apple ruined it for everyone. Minute I heard Margaret was reopening this place," she said, waving her hand, "I was the first to volunteer."

Margaret looked at everyone and breathed through her nose. "Alright. Let's continue with our tour. [Your name], come along with us. You haven't seen everything yet."

You gave a small nod and hesitantly followed along, looking at the group of people. They all seemed pretty friendly with each other.

The lot of you walked along towards the showers. Margaret was set on showing you all everything.

"Girls shower in the AM, boys in the PM. Same goes for counselors, too."

Eventually, your walk lead you to the cabins.

Margaret eventually left you all alone, and you stayed in the girls cabin. The boys ended up sticking around, talking with the girls that they clearly knew. You sat on your claimed bed, looking through your suitcase. You purse your lips, half-listening to their conversation, half-not even paying attention to what you were looking for.

“Hey,” the same boy who bumped into you earlier spoke. “[Your name], right?”

You looked up, seeing him standing right in front of you. Your eyes widened but you nodded.

“Uh, yeah.”

“I’m Chet,” he grinned. “Mind if I?” he pointed to the spot beside of you.

You nodded in response. Chet sat down beside of you on your bed, handing you an unopened can of beer.

“Uh, no thank you,” you said, shaking your head. “I’ve... seen enough alcohol to last me a lifetime.”

“Seen—“ he stopped himself, nodding slightly as he watched you. “Alright. Well, why don’t you come join us? I promise, we don’t bite,” he chuckled softly. “We’re gonna turn on the TV. Don’t be a loner,” he said. “We’ll be here all summer anyway. Might as well get to know each other now.”

You nodded, knowing he was right. “Uh, okay,” you said, nervously biting the inside of your cheek.

Chet continued to smile in your direction. He stood up, holding his hand out to you. “Come on,” he said.

A feeling in your gut was screaming at you to just stay put. But you reached out to take his hand, knowing that for the first time in several years, you could do so without someone waiting to ridicule you for it.

Chet smiled even more once you took his hand and he lead you over to the couch.

Everyone introduced themselves to you, making sure they knew your name correctly as well.

The flirtatious blonde looked over at you, his eyes set in a glare.

“You better not think about stealing Bertie from me.”

Your eyes widened and you felt your cheeks burn. “I would never—”

“Mhm,” Xavier rolled his eyes. “I saw how you looked at her. If I were her, I would have looked at you the same way.”

“Wow, Xavier,” scoffed Ray. “Give it a rest, will you?”

“What?” Xavier laughed, keeping his eyes on you. “I mean it, though. You’re like super fucking hot,” he said.

You averted your gaze, guilt swelling in your chest. This was wrong. You were married. To a piece of shit asshole, after all. Your marriage to him didn’t matter. Especially now that you were so far away. You didn’t have to feel guilty. You didn’t have to feel like you were going to get in trouble. No one here knew of your past, and they would never know as long as you never said anything.

After a moment of thinking of what to say, you looked back up at Xavier with a smile.

“You’re not too bad, yourself,” you said.

Xavier let out a triumphant laugh, grinning. “Sweet,” he breathed out, looking you up and down. Montana slapped his arm and he leaned back where he sat, rolling his eyes at her. “Can you not hit me again? Please? That kind of hurt.”

Chet cleared his throat as he looked at you. You quickly turned to face him, hoping that he didn’t think it was wrong of you to say so.

“He’s definitely not lying,” Chet spoke. “You’re super fucking pretty. I, uh, don’t want you to settle on him just yet,” he grinned, leaning against his hand as his elbow rested against the couch.

You couldn’t help from your own laugh escaping you. “Don’t worry, Chet. He’s not the only cute guy here,” you said, locking eyes with his. You noticed his blush right off the bat, but you didn’t say anything about it.

You were glad you were here. This was good. It would be good. It had to be good. But what you didn’t know was that your hopeful thoughts were far too good to be true.

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hecohansen31 · 5 years

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Please could you write some Chet Clancy x male reader where Chet has had feelings for the reader ever since they met and they have gotten stronger at camp redwood, by the finale Chet sees reader covered in margerets blood after they took revenge and Chet couldn’t help but confront reader about his feelings for him not expecting reader to feel the same way so basically Chet fucks reader back in his cabin ❤️ PLEASE MALE READER IM THIRSTY FOR THAT MAN

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

Am I going to deny that the thirst for that babe isn’t true? Because it is not, I love Chet more than my life, don’t mind me... my anger issues boys...

Also big disclaimer: I am not... very good at writing male!reader and it is my first time doing this kind of thing, so if it sucks... I am sorry, I didn’t mean to, I hope I didn’t fetishize it or made it ridicolous, in case... let me know! And I’ll try to see what I can do about it!

As always any feedback is welcomed!

And sorry again for taking quite some time!

WARNINGS: Male/Male Relationship And Sex (Oral Sex, Male Receiving), Unprotected Sex (WRAP IT UP, CHILDREN, WE ARE NOT GOING TO SLEEP ONTO STDs), Mention of Homophobia and Biphobia, Fanatic Bitch! Margaret, Blood and Murder.

Chet didn’t swing that way.

He swung both way, more precisely.

But his manager had told him that it wouldn’t be good publicity for his Olympic career, to admit us preference for both genders, hence the need for the stereoyds and the constant “I a manly man attitude”.

But he wasn’t able to keep it up anymore, when you walked in the jazzercise class, in tight short and a smile that could have brightened the room, and although he had tried desperately to keep his mind on Brooke, smirking at her as he thrusted his hips to the ground, he was looking at you with his sideye.

Jazzercise wasn’t certainly your thing, he thought as you constantly needed Xavier’s guidance, enough that he wondered whether you were just acting up to get the blonde man’s attention or whether you were just THAT bad.

He hoped it wasn’t the first option.

In the locker room, he caught a glimpse of your naked body, meanwhile he made some humor of your two left feet, and Ray joined in, joking and letting Chet know your name, since apparently you knew Ray because you worked together,

“He is a vet, I had to see him a few times, because we have an animal shelter near” Ray had explained to their common friend, meanwhile you blushed adorably, appearing meek, and Chet definitely had to hide with a towel the evidence of how much he liked that shyness.

“I am still not a vet, I am learning to become one. I am nothing but a simple intern, running for coffe and photocopies!” you joked, meanwhile Chet simply blushed as you caught him looking over at him, meanwhile you moved out of the locker room to grab a coffee.

There you found Xavier waiting for you, and he proposed to you to go out with them at Redwood.

“Oh I am going to have to ask around since I might be working, but a vacation doesn’t sound so bad” you mumbled almost dreamily, gently rubbing your neck, as Montana and Brooke joined you.

You fell a bit behind in the conversation, gingerly joining whenever you were spoken to, but otherwise, just standing a bit outside, probably due to some shyness that you owned.

Which Chet found even more fascinating.

As you moved outside, he followed you, more to check on you, since the Night Stalker’s story that Xavier had told to all of you, had made him quite paranoid.

...and because he was hoping to have a few minutes alone with you, although he knew he shouldn’t let himself have some kind of interest for you.

He had already fucked up his chance for the Olympics, he wouldn’t have another chance and an unconventional relationship might fuck things up, even more for you.

But you honestly had caught quite his eye, and there would be nothing bad in trying to be “your friend”.

“Hey” he almost startled “Don’t want to sound like a creep, but it would be nice to have a doctor on our vacation”.

You smirked at his attempt, and he was smitten.

Shit, he was more neck-deep than he thought.

“... just wanted to make sure that you weren’t already scared with those crazed people” he had joked.

“Ah, no they were rather nice, I truly hope to see more of you” you had replied, scratching the back of his neck, before exiting the car keys and got in your car, waving at Chet.

Well, he was also looking foward to seeing you.

In the end you had joined them on their trip to Camp Redwood, and although you stood close to Ray, the only person you knew, Chet had had many chances to talk comfortably with you, mostly while he passed you a joint.

There he had discovered that you had a younger sister and your mother had raised you on her own.

‘She is the one who pushed me into this field, alongside always wanting to see me settled down...’ the way you talked about it seemed like you didn’t think about that, in the slightest “... you know the white-picket fence with the nice wife and the two children... but sadly, I am just not interested in that’.

‘You don’t seem like you are not cute enough to get girls’ commented Brooke, almost naively and you started laughing a bit, before you sent her a look, making her blush and uttered:

‘Sweetie, I know, but I don’t look for girls’.

And in that moment Chet’s heart had started beating faster, and he had decided that he would have gladly thrown anything away for just a night with you.

Which might happen earlier than he thought, since you had shared not only a joint, but also a few rather steamy glances and when you had been sent off to shower, he almost thought about taking a bit too long to ‘help you’, in the shower.

But as you were getting ready to approach the shower, you seemed to remember having forgotten the clothes in which you had to change, a shy smile on your face, clearly showing that you were more introvert than you had looked talking before, mostly self-conscious about your body.

And ended up wandering off, alongside Xavier, in search for his luxurious towels and soaps, meanwhile Chet just sent a last look at your beautiful backside, definitely wishing that he could have seen it naked.

———

You couldn’t help but chicken out at the last minute, although you had felt Chet’s eyes on you all night, and honestly it was indeed flattering to have his attention, but you had also seen the obvious way he had tried to show off with Brooke.

And you didn’t understand if he had just a wandering eye, or was trying to cover up his attraction.

In both cases, you felt like being a bit on your own would help you, both to see if Chet’s feelings were true and both for you to understand if you wanted to risk an heartbreak, because the people like Chet were the kind that didn’t leave you without taking something.

You were thinking this, when you heard a strange noise and suddenly found yourself wondering if you shouldn’t have gone this far alone, mostly after the entire legend about Mr Jingle.

‘He is locked up, (Y/N)’ you mumbled to yourself, to reassure your beating heart ‘It is probably just a squirrel’.

It wasn’t a squirrel but Margaret, as she moved across you in the little wood you had to come through before you reached the cabins.

You immediately felt relieved and tried to make small talk with the camp director, who smirked at you with something evil in her eyes, but you didn’t give it too much thought, trying to calm any bad feeling in your guts with talking.

“I know what you truly are” she mumbled, meanwhile you were discussing with her the best way to handle an emergency in the lake.

“Of course you do, Mrs Booth, you hired me!” you tried to make some kind of fun of the entire situation, but there was no use.

The evilness in her eyes strangely kept on shining.

“... oh no, I know your dirty little secret, disbeliever” she continue, mumbling almost fanatically and you just felt a thrill run down your body “... and I won’t let you taint those sweet angels’ innocence”.

And before you knew it, a knife was sticking out your guts, blood erupting in it, fast enough that you knew she had hit a major artery, and meanwhile you blacked out, from the loss of blood, you just saw her move closer and before you knew it a stabbing pain caught you behind your ear.

And then you blacked out.

———

You woke up in what the others had called Purgatory, although to you it seemed more some kind limbo, where you were wandering through the place, meeting some of your fellow campers, with the knowledge of missing something.

Something which was your life.

And then it had come the anger, the insatiable anger, alongside the fear and the regret: fear because you didn’t know what would happen in this world, whether it was just simple passage or you were anchored there, and regret for anything that you hadn’t been able to do.

You missed your mother and your sister.

And hated throughly Margaret.

Mr. Jingle, that day, had been brought in the camp and although you didn’t despise him, you could see why so many didn’t have sympathy for the bastard, but when he brought you the news not only that Margaret was coming back, but she had also shifted her blame onto somebody’s else, you were pissed.

You were unable to resist fighting with Montana who didn’t seem to understand that killing Margaret was something that you needed, mostly to finally get your revenge and justice, since authorities didn’t seem to care about such things.

‘You don’t understand shit, (Y/N)’ had mumbled Montana.

‘Oh because your idea to kill everybody who comes here is so smart!’ you had shot back, before you had scurried off, since you knew that she wouldn’t listen to you, at all.

But you weren’t the only one who run away, Chet followed you.

Since your deaths, you had been strangely linked, but neither of you had done the first move, almost as if you had to work through your own traumas, before you could even think to ask each out.

Could you ask another ghost out...

‘You know that Montana doesn’t mean to be so harsh’ he mumbled, making you sigh dramatically ‘... she is a crazy bitch but she has an heart’.

‘Yeah... but I can’t believe that I have to share this place I am locked in, with the person who blocked me here” you honestly didn’t want to cry, mostly because of all the toxic masculinity, mostly in front of Chet, which was its emblem, but he gently brought an hand of yours to his mouth, softly leaving a few kisses on the back, before he patted one of your cheeks, sweetly bringing you closer.

But instead of kissing you, as you had hoped, he started talking.

‘I know how you are feeling: I was also killed by Margaret, and she took away my chance to try again at life, so believe me she won’t exit here alive, I swear on whatever ghostly think you can think of’.

‘Trevor’s elephant trunk’ you giggled, making him roll your eyes at your silliness before he gently leaned closer and exactly as you were so so close to kissing, something got in the way: Ray.

‘Dudes, Xavier just disappeared and with him Mr. Jingles, I need you two to check on him with me!’.

You both huffed, but smirked, your hands remaining linked.

‘To be continued?’.

‘It depends... are you ready for what is coming, sweetheart?’.

‘Talking this highly of you won’t get you anywhere, sweetheart’.

———

The entire event of Margaret’s death had been a true plan, not to talk about the way it had been executed almost perfectly, but although you should have felt satisfied, you couldn’t help but feel even more confused, and most importantly, slightly aroused, with the way Chet looked drenched in Margaret’s blood.

And only when he smirked at you, you understood it was over.

And you wouldn’t waste another moment of your time.

And Chet understood, quickly moving away from the others, meanwhile you did the same, the others not even noticing you leaving, too busy partying the death of the witch.

Well you would also be soon having your own party.

Chet smashed you against the wall of the cabin as soon as you were alone and he finally kissed you, making you definitely trust in what he had muttered to you that evening.

But you were definitely more than ready for it.

“Fuck, I have wished to do that, since I saw you at the class” he smirked, before the made you lightly twirl, eyeing with definitely a smug smirk your ass, before he slapped it, making you trot forward the male cabins.

“I looked like an idiot, so something is absolutely wrong with you” you mumbled, gently bringing him for a shy kiss, gently relaxing under him, meanwhile he smirked softly.

“... well... I do think that something is definitely up with me” and he pushed himself against you, making you feel his hardness onto you, and you smirked, rushing to kiss him with a new sense of urgency, meanwhile you moved, not detaching yourself from each other, in the cabin.

And when you were inside, Chet took an extra-moment to lock properly the door, not wanting any interruption as it had happened before.

“You know that you are locking outside Xavier and Ray” you mumbled, meanwhile your hands went down Chet’s chest, effectively taking away his ability to focus on anything, except your wandering hands.

“... well they are ghosts they won’t certainly feel cold...” he mumbled, sighing in pleasure when your hand came at his crotch “... and I saw Xavier eyeing chef Bertie, so I am sure that he’ll also have someone who will keep him warm”.

You eyed him, giggling lightly and slipped your hand in his pants and boxers, finally reaching the emblem of his desire which stood hard and throbbing in your palm, surprising you for the measures.

Well, you definitely weren’t ready for that.

And Chet smirked cockily, but you didn’t let him do much more, starting to rub your palm against him, before you started a determinate rhythm, bringing him in a state where he couldn’t focus on anything else but your able movements.

But it got worse, once you interrupted your ministrations just to lower his pants and boxers and pushed yourself on your knees.

The entire sight of you, with you mouth open and wanting, your eyes glossy for the arousal, was enough that Chet felt a knot tighten in his stomach, but as your mouth touched his proud manhood...

In that moment he swore he wasn’t in Purgatory but in Heaven

You worked him expertly, not letting yourself be intimidated by his length and helped you with an hand where you couldn’t reach with your mouth gently, trying to stead your rhythm with Chet’s hips which buckled up, since he was trying desperately to ride his pleasure, till the last drop.

His hands went to your hair, trying to grip onto them, and then when he found his grip, he used it to guide you on and off his manhood, in an exciting rush that brought you breathless.

“Shit, I am going to come” he mumbled, although you felt it by the way his balls had tightened and the throbbing vein on his head, and he released his grip so that you could back off a bit.

But you weren’t in the slight a quitter, bringing him to the edge and allowing his seed in your mouth, swallowing what you could and letting anything else flow from your mouth.

Chet was breathless for enough that you were almost worried of having killed him again, before he brought you back from your knees, in a fury, smashing your lips together and tasting himself and mixing his saliva with his seed, in a rather erotical flavor, that got you addicted.

“I have had enough of games” he growled and pushed you against the nearest wall, his hands going down to tease your front, meanwhile another hand slipped down your back in a languid caress which was soon joined by his lips, till he managed to drag down alongside his hands, your pants.

He left the boxers on, teasing you over the fabric, till your manhood peaked through them, and turning around, he teased you even further brushing his naked length against yours and making a rather loud moan exit your mouth, meanwhile he smirked, teasing your now-exposed neck.

“... fucking so responsive, just how I like it” he mumbled, meanwhile his hands lowered themselves in your boxers, getting you out of them, before he kissed you one last time, taking much more time to relax and make you feel at ease with him, which succeded since your felt your legs like jelly.

“Chet... I need you to...” you tried to utter, wanting him so desperately “... fucking want you to...”.

“... fuck me?” he smirked, smug about this, before his hands moved from your crotch to your little hold, teasing it “... aren’t you cute, baby boy?”.

“Stop teasing me, or is it to overcompensate?”.

And before you knew it, you were pushed again against the wall, his fingers prodding your hole, and although you were expecting him not to take his time, he did, sneaking to the little place where condoms and lube had been hidden, since your first day, not wanting Margaret to interrupt your fun.

Once he had retrieved the lube, he started the slow preparation, teasing you further, almost as a punishment for speaking back at him, easing one finger in you, just to crook it in a slow way that surprised you.

But you were too drunk on pleasure to actually protest.

And then Chet teased and probed your entrance with his length, your hole dripping with lube and gaping, ready for him, and then after he kissed softly your shoulder he slipped in, letting you adjust.

You gripped tight whatever was in front of you, as he pushed slightly a bit more, praising him for taking what he gave you so well.

And you shout back, praising how well he was filling you, setting off some kind of crazy rhythm which got Chet to slam in you, with almost violence, but the entire thing just pushed more adrenaline and pleasure through you, setting you in a crazy ride towards the end of this.

But whenever you were close, Chet would seem to know it, by the way you squeezed him, from the inside, and would slow down, in a drunken rhythm that brought to feel every inch of him.

Still the was a torture even for him, and he wasn’t able to last for longer than you, and soon he gave you his best in an even harsher rhythm, making his balls smash against your ass in a slap that stimulated you further through the final step of your little “marathon”.

You came with Chet’s name on your lips, mumbling softly about how he made you feel good, meanwhile he sank is teeth deep down your neck, to keep a moan from leaving his body, alongside his own soul, with the way you squeezed his length so heavenly.

He exited you, making his seed flow through your hole, exiting you in a wet motion that stained your thighs and Chet gently lowered himself to lick it clean, although you couldn’t help but feel overstimulated by the brushing of his tongue on such a sensible part.

“You fucking taste like Heaven, babe” he smirked, meanwhile he licked a ling strip from your inner thighs to the base of your own length “I don’t think that I’ll let anything take you away from me, again”.

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ahsgotham · 5 years

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I NEED CHET RIGHT NOW

YOU KNOW WHAT WE FEEL YOU HE’S HOT AF

chet takes a liking to you at one of xavier’s aerobics classes and the two of you “talk” after

You finished changing into your workout outfit and shut your locker, locking it shut. You adjusted the straps of your tank top and the hem of your shorts, walking past a few other people and exiting the change room, making your way to the room where the class takes place.

Your friend Xavier was teaching the class, and he invited you to come join for a class to see if you liked it. I mean, you can’t say no to him, so you accepted and now here you are. You opened the door to the pretty much empty class, except for Xavier and another girl.

“Hey!” You called out to Xavier, smiling as you trotted over to him.

“Hi, you came!” He cheered, throwing his arms around you in a hug.

“Of course I did, I’m not going to bail on my best friend.” You told him, and he smiled again.

“Well, maybe you should’ve, this class is pretty intense. You probably won’t be able to keep up.” He smirked, joking.

“Oh, really?” You cocked an eyebrow at him, “We’ll see about that.”

A few more minutes passed by and more people had come into the room. The class was ready to start. Xavier went and turned on some music, then coming back to the front of the room.

“Alright everyone!” He exclaimed, running on the spot. This was going to be fun.

About 5 minutes into the class, you noticed a guy in front of you. He was in VERY good shape, and was also VERY good looking. You almost missed a few moves staring at him.

Xavier seemed to notice, and he shot you a look. You stuck your tongue out at him, going back to doing the moves. For about the next 2 minutes, you tried your best to focus on Xavier’s instructions, but your eyes kept wandering back to the guy in front of you.

For one of the moves, you had to lie on the floor and thrust your hips upward. As you did, you noticed that the guy was looking at you too. You blushed, but attempted to hide it. His eyes burned into yours as he rolled his tank top up, revealing his abs.

You had a plan for when class ended. You would get to the boy’s change room before anyone else, wait outside, make sure he saw you, and then once everyone you had seen enter (except him) exit, you would go in and meet him.

The plan would only work if he understood he had to stay in there, so hopefully he’d be able to read your face or something.

As soon as the class ended, without talking to Xavier or anyone else, you bolted for the boy’s change room and leaned on the wall outside. You saw the guy coming, and you made sure you made eye contact with him.

Trying your best to communicate your message, you bit your lip and winked at him. You hoped that would work. You waited til everyone who entered after him left the change room, and you pushed the door open, heading in.

It was quiet, and you could hear the bottom of your shoes hitting the floor. You peeked into the sections of lockers, trying to find him.

As you looked into the last row of lockers and saw him standing there. You wasted no time, walking with intention over to him and basically slamming him into the lockers, connecting your lips aggressively.

He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as possible to him. His hands gripped the back of your tank top and yours found their place on his shoulders.

The two of you stayed there for a minute, before you pulled away, breathing heavily.

You began to speak, “So I guess you understood th-“

“Yeah.” He cut you off, catching his breath as well, “I’m Chet.” He introduced himself.

“(Y/N).” You responded, still breathless. You took a couple seconds to let your breath come back to you before you said anything again.

“So, Chet, do you want to make… hang out sometime?” You questioned, adjusting your tank top from when he tugged it.

“I’d like that.” Chet responded, smiling.

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plus-size-reader · 5 years

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Confident

Chet Clancy x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1477 words

Warnings: selfconsious reader

Summary: Chet being super confident about his body and making you uncomfortable because he's your man. You get tons of shit from people because they think he's too good for you.

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Chet was hot.

No one understood that better than you.

However, that didn’t mean you were completely okay with him showing off all the time...which he really liked to do.

You two were exclusive and he loved you more than anything but he couldn’t help it. Chet knew that he was incredibly good looking and he liked to show off.

Take right now for example…

Chet was showing off his banging abs while trying to gode Ray, and talking about the olympics, as he often did. Usually it wouldn’t have bothered you, except for the fact that Brooke was drooling like one of Pavlov’s dogs.

It was embarrassing, not that you could blame her.

You would have been doing the same, if it hadn’t been for the pit in your stomach. Ever since you two had started dating, you constantly had to hear about how gorgeous he was and how much random groupies wanted to fuck him.

It got old pretty fast.

When you were with someone that undeniably gorgeous and fuckable, they constantly would hit on him without holding back. Not to mention that you two were completely different.

At first, you didn’t let it bother you all that much but the fact that you got hate as much as he was praised, really got to you after a while.

At every one of his practices and events, they stood on the sidelines, desperate to get his attention, screaming about how much better they could be to him that you were. Sometimes they would even laugh as you passed, telling you all the things about you that were wrong.

You hated it.

It didn’t matter how many times Chet assured you that you were the only one for him or that you were beautiful, you could only listen to so much before you started to believe what they were telling you.

The more they talked, the more you hated yourself.

And that same feeling was creeping up inside you as you looked at Montana and Brooke, eyeing him like a piece of meat.

...Instantly, your mood changed.

You didn’t mean for it to happen, but you just couldn’t focus. All you could think about were all those terrible things and how low they made you feel.

There was nothing Chet could do to change the simple fact that you were not good enough for him, at least in your opinion.

You often wondered if he only kept you along until he found someone that he liked better, not that you’d ever tell him that. You didn’t want Chet to know how much it actually affected you…

Because it wasn’t his fault.

In truth, Chet personally had never done anything to make you feel like you weren’t good enough. He was kind to you, and supported you, as well as making sure you always knew how beautiful you were.

...But knowing that didn’t make you feel any better in moments like this.

“You okay, baby?”

The sound of Chet’s voice startled you out of your head, enough for you to notice that everyone in the back of the van was staring at you.

You had clearly missed something in the conversation but luckily, you were quick to cover it up. “I’m fine, just tired I think” you shrugged, getting the attention off of you as quickly as possible.

However, while everyone else moved on to talking about the upcoming events of the summer and doing blow, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the end of the conversation.

Your confident facade had cracked and Chet had gotten a glimpse into just how distracted and lost you were...he wasn’t just going to let that go.

He loved you, and if something was wrong, he would do anything in his power to fix it but first, you’d have to tell him what it was. As much as he wished he was, Chet wasn’t a mind reader.

There was no way he could put all the pieces together unless you gave him something to go off of.

Chet waited until much later, when everyone had already settled into the cabin to approach the subject with you. He wanted the conversation to just be between the two of you, because it was important.

“Hey babe, I thought you might want to go on a little walk around with me?” he offered, coming up with whatever lame excuse he could think of to get you outside.

He hadn’t been able to relax since that little slip in the van, and if he didn’t get this resolved soon, he was likely going to drive himself crazy. You were his everything, and he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he knew that you were alright.

You didn’t really want to go out in the dark, but knowing that you’d have Chet by your side made your nerves dull a little bit. There was nothing that could get you if he was there to protect you.

“Make sure you wear a rubber, pretty boy” Montana hollered after you two as you got up to leave, clearly having had a few more drinks than she should have from that cooler.

You ignored her, waving off her teasing as best you could before the door slammed behind both you and Chet. You weren’t all that sure what Chet wanted to do this for out of the blue, but you weren’t going to argue.

You would never turn down alone time with your favorite guy.

There was silence between you two as you walked at first. You were so in your head about earlier that you didn’t have much to say, and Chet was focusing on how to bring it up in the best way.

You were both so tense, and it wasn’t a good look. In fact, it was something that you two weren’t used to at this point in your relationship. Usually, if there was an issue, you just talked it out.

But Chet didn’t know what the issue was this time.

“I wanted to talk to you earlier,” he tried, hoping that he wasn’t being too aggressive in his approach. The last thing Chet wanted was to upset you further but you had to figure this out.

He wasn’t going to just let you suffer in silence as you so often tended to do.

“About what?” you wondered, keeping your eyes on the lake in the distance, glistening in the moonlight. As odd as this whole camp idea was at first, you were glad that Xavier managed to convince you to tag along.

It was beautiful.

However, before you could really just get lost in the beauty of the place, Chet reached down to take your hand in his own. You loved Chet, you really did but when it came to stuff like this, you weren’t much of the sharing type.

Your issues with your body should be your own and you didn’t want him to feel like you were bogging down the mood with complaining.

...Not that Chet felt that way.

“You’ve been acting weird all day, did something happen?” he shrugged, he didn’t want you to feel bad, but you weren’t going to get better if you didn’t let him in.

Besides, Chet wasn’t going to let this go. It would be much more painless if you just told him what had happened and convinced him that you were actually fine.

Anything would be better than having him look at you like that in the darkness.

“I just didn’t really like how the girls were ogling you today is all, it was no big deal” you shrugged, hoping that would be enough to calm him down but knowing that it wouldn’t.

Chet was always so worried about you and if something had upset you, he would do anything to make it right, no matter how long it took.

Still, even he had to admit that he was shocked at your allowance. You hadn’t said anything all day,so how was he supposed to know? He hadn’t really thought anything about it earlier but wished that he knew.

Chet never would have done it if you’d said something.

Something he just did things before really thinking about it and that was one of those things. Sometimes he forgot that his actions not only affected him, but they also bothered you too.

He should have been more careful.

“I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t have done that” he allowed, swinging your hands between your bodies mindlessly. You were the only woman in the world that he would ever really show off for, and he was going to have to make sure that everyone else knew that.

You deserved that much, but not to worry...Chet was determined to make it up to you.

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gothicknightz · 3 years

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SLAUGHTER CAMP — XAVIER PLYMPTON

PART ONE; CRUEL SUMMER

(warnings; swearing, mild violence)

MUSIC PUMPS through the speaker as a varied mix of guys and girls sweat in an aerobics class led by a blonde George Micheal.

A blonde in a black unitard thrust her hips with each instruction by the leader of the group, Xavier, followed by multiple ups and downs, also including more hip thrusts, rolls, and side leg lifts.

“It’s hard but it’s worth it!” Xavier yells as the class continues, going down for the lower body raise, which shifts to leg lifts afterwards.

A few other things stick out like a sore thumb during the class, with two brunettes eyeing each other down during thrusts; the guy raising his shirt just enough so that the girl could see his abs.

Not long after class, people were pumped, hearts were racing, and sweat stuck to bodies. But that didn’t stop a certain girl from making a comment.

“It’s gonna be one hell of a summer if you keep on working us like that, Plympton.”

“It won’t be hell as long as you’re in it, beautiful.”

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“Hi!” A blonde says, talking to a certain brunette.

When she doesn’t respond, the girl pipes up again, “I’m not a lez, just friendly.” Despite her previous comment, the blonde checks out the other girl, “Rad bod though, like that girl on Cheers.”

The blonde smiles, “I noticed you ogling my buddy Chet’s mound. You want me to introduce you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. The whole reason most people come to Slimmercise class is to hook up.”

“Not for me.”

The blonde gasps, “The last American virgin.”

—

“She was stabbed like, three times.” The blonde tells a group of guys, alongside a girl. “Her throat was cut so badly she was basically decapitated.”

The blonde from earlier comes from behind the other, “Describing your last date?”

He chuckles, “Hilarious, no.”

“There was a murder a couple of days ago in Glassell Park. My cousin works for LAPD homicide, and they’re convinced whoever did it is responsible for a bunch of other unsolved murders in town.”

A girl crossed her arms, “You sure it wasn’t you sleepwalking again, Xavier?”

“Yeah, you wish.” Xavier gave the girl the finger before a brunette piped up.

“I heard serial killers become more active in the summer months when it’s hot.”

The entire group put their focus on Brooke, “Because people sleep with their windows open at night.”

“Hmm. This is Brooke. She’s new in town.” The other blonde from earlier, known as Montana introduced the new comer to everyone else. “Brooke, this is Xavier, Cassie, Ray, and Chet.”

“Hey. How do you guys know each other?”

“Well, it’s LA; do any of us really know each other?”

Ray pushed himself away from the table, “We collected each other over the last couple of years. Xavier and Montana met in traffic — and dated for a hot second.”

Xavier interjected Ray’s statement; “’Met in traffic’ is a nice way of saying that I missed one of the last auditions for MASH because she rear-ended me.”

Cassie laughed, “It was funny cause I managed to see that on the way there.”

“Oh, I know.” Xavier rolled his eyes, “I saw you, and thought, that could’ve been me.”

“Anyway... my cousin was saying that they think that this guy's gonna go on a rampage, like Son of Sam did in the summer of ‘77.”

Everyone’s attentioned turned to Xavier, waiting for a continuation, “Which is why I'm getting out of town for the next couple of months. I got a gig as a counselor at a summer camp they're opening up a couple of hours from here.”

“You guys should all come.”

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Footsteps echo around the small apartment, a luminous figure quick to silencing a brunette. “Shut up,” They say, as the brunette keeps crying, “Where’s the jewelry?”

“Get it for me!”

The brunette struggles to get the jewelry, as the figure’s patience is tested.

“Is that it? All of it?”

The figure swears, “You’re gonna be famous... You’re gonna die by the hands of the Night Stalker.”

As the brunette hits the ‘Night Stalker’ in the head with a pan, a concerned neighbour asks if she’s okay, and proceeds to tell her that the cops are on their way.

“I wil find you.” The figure threatens,

“Satan will show me.”

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sadorangejuice · 4 years

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can u do an xavier plymton x reader and it’s just xavier being really protective over y/n? maybe chet keeps trying to get with y/n and it makes xavier really jealous so he finally confesses his feelings?

BYE IM IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA

warnings: none? Chet being touchy and suggestive.

It started off with brief but suggestive stares during aerobics. With all the thrusting and the grinding it was practically the beginning of a bad porno. You noticed but didn��t pay it much mind. You and Chet are friends and you have no desire to be anything more but a little harmless flirting and looking can’t hurt.

Xavier on the hand noticed and payed it a lot of mind. He knew you weren’t his to be jealous and protective over, but he couldn’t help his anger everytime he saw Chet give you a flirty little wink during his aerobics class, or a sexual comment on you look in those leggings. He was furious. He tried to keep it together though.

“Wish you came to aerobics more often, Y/N.” Chet said as you and Montana walked back to the lobby after your showers.

“Oh I bet you do” you roll your eyes playfully.

“You know I could give you some private lessons sometime if you’d like”

“I think I’ll pass, Xavier is a pretty good teacher.” You smile sitting on a stool next to Xavier. You notice he smiles proudly when you said that. You all talk for few minutes. Xavier convinced everyone to go be camp counselors over the summer. You were excited, in all honesty, mostly to be able to spend time with Xavier. You’ve been crushing on him for who knows how long now. Sometimes you thought he might feel the same way, but you can never tell for sure so you just assume that he doesn’t. And as for Xavier, well he’s still trying to figure that out and what better place than in the middle of the woods at a summer camp.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into be a walking breakfast lunch and dinner for mosquitoes for a whole summer” You say to Xavier, slapping another bug on your leg. You had only been there for a few hours and you were already itchy. You were all sitting around the campfire, smoking and relaxing before the kids get here. You’re sitting on a log, with Chet and Xavier on either side of you, and across from Montana, Ray, and Brooke.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad did you use the bug spray?”

“Yes and they’re still biting me”

“They just can’t resist you huh?”

“I don’t blame them” Chet cuts in, giving you a wink. You notice Xavier rolling his eyes.

“Hey what do you say we get out of here?” Chet whispers in your ear, resting his hand on your upper thigh.

“Oh back off, she doesn’t wanna fuck you, Chet” Xavier snaps out of nowhere.

“How the fuck would you know?” Chet stands up.

“Alright well I’m gonna go inside, it’s getting kinda cold anyways.” You suggest, standing in between the two boys, trying to change the subject.

“Great idea, the olympics are about to start.” Xavier smirks at Chet, knowing that comment woul get under his skin, before walking away with you back to the cabin.

“I don’t like the way he talks about you.”

“It’s Chet, Xavier, he’s harmless.”

“You don’t hear half of the things he says about you” he looks down, putting his hands in his pockets.

“You just let me know if he tries anything you don’t want.”

“I’ll be fine Xavier, don’t worry about it.” You reassure him tossing him a beer and turning on the TV before the rest of the gang gets back.

“Y/N, I think I need to tell you something.”

“Yeah,”

“I’ve been feeling jealous, of you and Chet and I just- I don’t know he never shuts up about wanting to nail you, and it just make me so mad because he doesn’t respect you, or care about you” he starts, looking down and fiddling with the tab on the beer can.

“He doesn’t care about you the way I do.” He finally meets your eyes. You’re stunned, looking back at him with glassy eyes.

“What are you saying” you say barely above a whisper.

“I like you, Y/N. I have for a while now, I’m just- I guess it took getting jealous for me to realize.” There’s a long silence. You don’t know what to say. So you don’t say anything. Instead you grab the collar of jacket, pulling him in to kiss him. He’s shocked for a moment, before reciprocating even more passionately. The kiss is salty, due to both of your tears. You finally pull away for air, your hands still in his hair, and his resting on your waist as you straddle him.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You say, looking up at him and wiping away his tears with your thumb.

“Oh trust me babe, I do.”

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I’m sorry this took so long I had to catch up on math homework, but I’m so in love with Xavier so I’m still requests. <3

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flowerbxuquet · 4 years

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Nightmares

Pairing: Brooke Thompson x fem!reader

Any sane person would have been traumatized for life if they went through what your girlfriend Brooke went through. It had been 7 years since the camp redwood incident and the nightmares still happened, not as frequently anymore but when they came they were absolute hell.You were laying in bed watching TV when you felt the bed dip besides you.

"Hey babe." Brooke smiled lovingly at you, leaning over and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You yawned and layed your head on her shoulder, "Hi." You mumbled back but it was muffled into her shirt.

Brooke giggled, wrapping her arm around you and tracing patterns on your upper and lower arm. You smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her neck, Brooke turned over to lay on her side and you lay your head on her chest.

Brooke began to rub your back soothingly and she kissed your forehead. "I love you." Brooke whispered and you smiled, "I love you too." You whispered against her chest.

Brooke turned off the TV and pulled the blanket over you two, the only light being a candle on your desk next to your lamp.

Brooke closed her eyes and relaxed into your touch, her arms were wrapped around you and you were snoring softly into her shoulder. You two both fell asleep in eachothers embrace.

At about 3 am you woke up to Brooke twitching in her sleep and gripping you tightly. You sat up and blinked your eyes, leaning over you flipped your lamp on.

Brooke was now whimpering and shaking, "Brooke?" You whispered, Brooke was now full on sobbing and you began to shake her. "Brooke!" You yelled and she shot up, shaking and crying.

Brooke turned over to look at you and she let out a choked sob, throwing herself into your arms. You quickly wrapped her up in a hug and kissed her forehead, slowly rocking her back and forth to calm her down.

You pulled away from her and cupped her cheeks, wiping away some tears with your thumb, her eyes were screwed shut as more tears fell, "Brooke, hey, can you look at me, sweetheart?" You spoke in a soft tone.

Brooke sniffled and opened her eyes, you smiled at her and kissed her cheek. "It's okay, you're here with me, Brooke. No one can hurt you here." You cooed and Brooke seemed to be calming down in your embrace.

Brooke layed her head on your shoulder and steadied her breathing while you traced shapes on her back soothingly. "Do you wanna talk about it?" You whispered in her ear, Brooke moved up and sighed, wiping her nose with her sleeve. "I-I know he's dead..they all are, but I keep dreaming about the night stalker coming in and torturing you, and making me watch. Or- I'm stuck in camp redwood again a-and he starts chasing m-me." Brooke cut herself off with a violent sob and you shushed her, pulling her back into your arms.

"It's okay, it's okay, Brooke, you're safe with me now." You whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek. "I love you." Brooke choked out, gripping your shirt and pulling you as close as possible.

"I love you too, so, so, so much, Brooke. I'm not going to let anything happen to you, my love. You're safe with me, I promise." You whispered lovingly into her ear, you could feel Brooke smile against your neck.

Brooke leaned up and pulled you in for a passionate kiss, you cupped her cheek and pulled her closer. You both pulled apart, smiling widely. "Do you think you can go back to sleep?" You asked and Brooke nodded, you both layed back down.

Brooke snuggled up against you, laying her head on your chest as you stroked her hair. "Goodnight, my love." You kissed her forehead, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her closer to you. Brooke smiled, "Goodnight babe." She whispered before you two fell asleep wrapped in each other's warm loving embrace.

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infernwetrust · 4 years

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

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

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

WC: 1.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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chaos-is-beautifvl · 4 years

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Cece and Freddy

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |

a/n: hi! this chapter is a little wonky. not my best work, but, hey, at least i finished. hope you guys like it :)

warnings: cursing (to be expected with this bunch), sexual innuendos (I think we all know who made them)

word count: 1K

Xavier smirked as he eyed you up and down, taking particular notice of the blue jean shorts you were wearing. His hands shot out to your hips, circling them around your waist, "I see you haven't changed much."

You linked your arms on his neck, your smirk ever so present, "I see you haven't either, Mr. Plympton." When you felt his hands start to drift down, you tsked, shaking your head, "Hands to yourself, Xavier."

He groaned, throwing his head back, hair somehow staying intact, "Aww, come on, babe. You never minded before."

"Well, Xav, that was a while-" before you could continue, Ray spoke up. "Okay, I think I'm speaking for everyone, but... how do you two know each other?" You turned around to face the three, Xavier's arms still wrapped around you, "It's a long story."

"Yeah, a really long one." You rolled your eyes at his innuendo as he playfully jutted his hips against your backside.

"Anyway," you separated yourself from Xavier, much to his dismay, "what's on the agenda today?"

Chet muttered something along the lines of 'so we're just going to ignore what he said?' Montana quickly recovered from her (practically nonexistent) shock and smirked at you, "Wanna get high?"

The five of you made your way outside. The sun was still emitting its torrents of heat, something that didn't please you. You surveyed the parking area, noting the absence of something.

"Xav, I swear- if you got rid of Cece, I'm going to kill you," Chet muttered to himself, wondering what the hell you were talking about now.

"Babe," Xavier groaned, swinging his arm around you and pulling you towards him, "why are you always threatening me?"

"First off," you nudged him in the ribs, eliciting a real groan this time, "not your babe. Second, because I can, and you're too in love with me to make me stop. And third, because Cece is my baby."

"Hate to break it to you, but you're wrong about two things, babe." He made sure to emphasize the nickname, to which you rolled your eyes, something you seemed to be doing a lot lately. "First, you are my babe - forever and always. Second, Cece is not your baby; she's mine. You have Freddy."

"What the fuck are you two talking about?" Ray pulled you and Xavier from your little bubble once again. You turned to see him staring at you two, more so at Xavier, suspiciously.

"Oh, right," you started, leaning into the blonde next to you, "Cece is Xavy's van." The trio raised brows, and you rolled your eyes, yet again, "Vanta C? Cece is her nickname. Anyway, she is my baby, so I don't know why someone's acting like she's not."

Xavier scoffed as his hand reached down and pinched one of your cheeks, causing you to jump. You were about to say something when someone interrupted you.

"Okay, so two questions." Everyone turned to Montana, who stood with an almost disinterested look on her face as she adjusted her headband. "One, who is Freddy? Two, have you guys fucked, yet? Because I can totally smell the sexual tension from a mile away."

Well, that shut you and Xavier up rather quickly.

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Meanwhile...

The blonde woman entered the practically hidden building. No one would have noticed it if they weren't looking for it. And, in this case, she was.

The inside was dark - the dust and moss having long ago covered the windows. The candles hanging on the walls, casting dancing shadows along the sunken-in tiled floor, were the only things that brought light into the building.

A scoff sounded from behind the blonde, causing her to turn around and face its maker. Once she saw who was behind her, she shook her head while releasing a scoff of her own.

"Would you look at what the cat drug in," the woman said, eyes rolling and arms protectively curling around her stomach.

"If it isn't the little witch bitch," the other woman said, tilting her head, causing her long braids to sway.

"And if it isn't the boohoo voodoo queen." Both their words hissed with venom.

The two alpha females were facing each other, having a staredown. It was safe to say that neither of the two was very fond of the other. Too busy giving icy looks that could kill, they didn't notice the temperature change. Or the man that appeared shortly after.

He leaned on his cane, watching the two women - both powerful beings in their respective congregations. Having enough of their bickering, he straightened his back, stalking behind them, "Ladies, ladies. No need for all of that."

They were quick to turn around, shutting their mouths. The darker-skinned woman knelt before the man, hitting her fist against her chest three times, "Papa."

"Rise." The command was curt, and the woman stood up, head bowed. Even though the blonde didn't kneel to anyone, especially no man, she did bow her head in more equal parts of fear than respect.

"Now," the man spoke, his voice seeming to resound through the empty building, "you may be wondering what you're doing here."

He walked around them in a slow circle, cane clanking against the floor. His words left his mouth in a pronounced fashion - slow and calculated. The anticipation in both of the women grew.

"It's fairly simple. The prophecy."

The women spared a glance at the other before sputtering out replies of: "I thought the prophecy wasn't going to start for another 100 yea-" and "How in the hell-"

"Silence!" They grew quiet, staring back at the man who now stood in front of them. The candles made the white on the upper half of his face appear more ominous.

"Now," he pursed his lips, black eyes traveling over them, "we always knew this day would come. After all," he rose one of his glove clad hands and waved it around in a dismissive manner, "prophecies have always been inevitable."

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a/n: I don’t know if that ending was confusing. Just a side note, the prophecy mentioned isn’t the same one as mentioned in Apocalypse, but they are connected.

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auroracalisto · 4 years

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safe with me

summary: chet tries to comfort the reader, who is having an anxiety attack.

pairing: implied! chet x reader

word count: 323 words

warnings: anxiety attack, anxiety in general, mild depiction of an anxiety attack

a/n: i really went off my own experience with anxiety attacks (i used to have them often. i am basing this off of one that wasn’t so bad). but anyway... i love chet. there aren’t a lot of fics out there on him :((

Brooke covered in mud terrified you. You had stayed by Montana’s side for most of the time you all searched outside for whoever the hell it was that had been following Brooke. But to your dismay, no one found anything.

So when you came back to the girl’s cabin, you sat down on the couch, staring at the television. You tried your hardest to calm yourself down, but nothing was working.

What if someone really was out there?

What the hell was gonna happen?

What scared Brooke so much that she hurt herself?

You didn’t know. But what you did know is that your left leg was bouncing up and down and your hands were gripping at your pants. Your breathing was uneasy, and your eyes fluttered shut.

“[Your name],” Chet’s voice came from behind you.

You tried to ignore him, but you couldn’t when you realized he had sat down right beside of you.

“[Your name],” he repeated your name, his eyebrows furrowed as he watched you intently. “Come on. It’s okay. Brooke probably just got spooked by an animal or some shit. You’re okay.”

You looked up at the athlete, your lips parting so you could speak. However, nothing came out. Your bottom lip quivered and your eyes finally started to well with tears. Quickly, you shook your head.

Chet reached forward and cupped your cheeks, keeping your eyes on his. “You’re alright. Nothing’s gonna happen,” he said. “Not while I’m around. If there’s anything out there, I’ll protect you.”

He didn’t know how much that would help you—he didn’t know if it would help you at all.

All he knew was that he wasn’t lying. He would risk his life to save yours. And seeing you like this, having an anxiety attack, made his heart ache. He couldn’t save you from yourself, but he sure as hell would save you from whatever it was that Brooke was so afraid of.

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hecohansen31 · 5 years

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KINKTOBER (27: Against A Wall)

Rocky! Chet Clancy+Janet! Reader:

SUMMARY: When you meet again with your high school crush, you can’t help but let that flame rekindle... the flame of revenge.

WARNINGS: Hate Fuck (Unprotected, guys... I seriously need to remember about the condoms, please don’t forget about it in reality, it isn’t that easy to avid pregnancies and STDs!), Rough Sex, Insults, High School Stereotypes, Dirty Talk.

Chet Clancy had been your high school crush.

And what a shame that in high school you were the typical nerd: googles as glasses and that very evident tooth braces that got you into quite some trouble, and most importantly didn’t allow French kisses.

So, meanwhile everyone was making out in front of you, you worked on yourself, arriving to your grand future.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was something you liked, working in the musical industry and you couldn’t believe that you would be soon debuting in your first musical, as Janet in “The Rocky Picture Show”.

It was enough to make you shrill with emotion whenever somebody would mention your role!

That was till you discovered who would be playing Rocky…

Your long-time crush Chet Clancy, who hadn’t grown up from the aggressive jock phase.

You had heard he had been having quite some trouble after drugs had been found on him, but you would have never thought you could have seen him in a tight golden bodysuit and a blond wig, playing the brainless body of Rocky, Doctor Frank’N’Furter’s creation.

And now that you were without braces, and your glasses had been reduced to a smaller version of the original ones, you had absolutely to tease him, as you got over the original stupor.

What made your rage and desire of revenge grew even stronger was the fact that he hadn’t recognized you as the nerd from high school.

And you had found yourself to completely let your mouth loose.

You teased him about his Olympic past, saying that it would never happen now that he had shown himself to be a failure.

An utter failure, that had chosen to go through the easy way.

“You are almost as pretty as dumb” you had muttered that morning, at the big rehearsals, meanwhile you sat down at your make-up station, smirking almost gleefully at his obscure stare.

Not thinking anything of it.

Whereas you should have.

Because, after you had stayed more to try on your duet with him, you had found yourself being pushed against the wall, your legs being quickly swept up, meanwhile he spread them, making sure they grappled onto his waist.

Before you knew it, the little skirt you were wearing was pushed up and you felt his clothed erection brush against your core, letting a moan leave your mouth and your back arched against the wooden walls, your head and neck aching a bit for the movement, mostly because of the stress the rehearsals brought you.

“Oh… now you don’t sound so strong and mighty” he mumbled onto your mouth, meanwhile an hand went between you two, to help him free himself from his pants, lowering them, alongside the boxers, and pushing to the side your panties “… you have been teasing me like a bitching whore for this entire rehearsal, brushing your ass against my cock, and singing “toooouchhh meeee” “.

And he brought the veiny head of his cock to brush against your slit, gently stopping on your clit, letting you moan softly, your eyes meeting with a breathy sigh, and meanwhile yours were submissive, as you tried to hump him, his were monstrously angry.

As his thrusts into you were, burying his cock to the hilt, meanwhile you winced trying to get yourself used to him, before he set up a strong and fast-paced rhythm.

“… I almost liked you when you were nothing more than a nerd with glasses”.

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mochminnie · 4 years

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Life Goes On - American Horror Story 1984

Pairing; Xavier Plympton x Reader

Part 1/

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Plot: Reader, Donna and Brooke survives the massacre. As she continues in with her career for the sake of Xavier as a singer/actress. Years later, she wouldn’t think about certain people coming back in her life again. She wouldn’t rest until Brooke gets justice and Margaret should’ve been the one behind bars.

1984

(y/n) was in the same room as Benjamin aka Mr. Jingles. and Donna. She was gonna yell for Xavier’s name. Donna placed her hand over your mouth. Xavier gone all burned up. You pushed out of the way, looking at Donna. “You injected me and Brooke!!!” then turn to Mr. Jingles terrified tears in her eyes. “You killed my friends!!! Putting my best friend inside the goddamn oven!!! WHY!!!” You were covered in some blood from Chets. You don’t know who to trust anymore.

Mr. Jingles said he didn’t kill people and Donna wanted him to kill her off but he said. “That’ll be too easy.”

You ran off to look for Xavier he was trying to save Margaret, You hide behind the trees. He killed Mr. Jingles. Margaret killed Xavier. You stayed quiet sobbing you gonna go find Brooke and Montana.

You rushed to Brooke and Montana. Brooke yells, (y/n) RUN SHE WAS THE ONE WHO SENT THE NIGHT STALKER.” You rushed to fight off Montana. “(Y/N) the dramatic little bitch that you are. You just have to come save miss innocent. I was so close to killing her!!!! EVERYTIME!!!! ARGHHH!!!!” Stabbing you and knocking you down. You always thought she was a good friend turns out she’s a psychotic bitch who wanted to kill Brooke but, she didn’t even kill him blame her fiancee he pulled the trigger. All you wanted was to have fun over the summer with your friends being camp counselors. You were mainly excited because, you love the kids, Xavier admired that.

You were knocked out so you didn’t know that Brooke killed Montana, it was self defense. You woke up there was so many cops and ambulance surrounded. You just lay there from some of the blood you lost and you got a headache from being knocked. To your surprise you see Xavier, he doesn’t have any burns. “Did Margaret did this?... Please (y/n) wake up... Please don’t die...” His tears started falling on you. One of the paramedics asked. “Miss is this your boyfriend? We're gonna get you out of here. Now sweetie he’s gonna stay with you inside till you get to the hospital. She carried you to the stretcher and gave you oxygen. Xavier can’t be real. You felt him held into your hand. “(y/n) I love you.”

“I always love you. Even you had your burns I still think that you’re the most beautiful man.” After that, he was gone.

He couldn’t leave the camp. He wanted to go home and stay with you. He knew you have to continue on with your life with out him.

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You wake up in the hospital bed gasping at seeing Donna by your side. Not seeing Brooke by your side. “I know that I am one of the last people you wanted to see. It’s better than Margaret.” You start removing your IV bag. Doing everything you can to leave this hospital. Sitting you back down. Calming you down. “Margaret I saw her... I saw her killIng Xavier. I even saw him without burns, told him I love him. Where’s Brooke?” You were hysterical. She held on to you. She told you about Brooke is guilty for all the crimes she didn’t do. (y/n) realizes that Margaret was the one who framed Brooke. “-That bitch framed Brooke.” Donna have an entire plan for the three of us to take down Margaret. Donna got you out of the hospital before Margaret gets the chance to come to your room. Who knows what she’ll do if Donna didn’t come to your room.

1989

Throughout the five years. You slowly starting to gain that trust with Donna and became friends. You still couldn’t get Brooke out of prison, it was unfair for you living your life and she should too. You visit her many times. Some people think why are you friends with a serial killer. She isn’t, they act like they know your relationship with Brooke.

You met many well known celebrities. You even got to star in your own movie. Michael J. Fox got to be your on screen lover. You even release songs about your friendships Brooke, Ray, Chet, and Montana even though she betrayed you and Brooke. Most importantly Xavier you were in love. Many wanted to interview about Camp Redwood. After your popularity as an singer/actress.

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Donna called you and have a plan to get Brooke out of death row. You told her you’ll be going back to Camp Redwood. Said it’s not a good idea to go alone. “Who’s said, I’m going to be going alone to Redwood alone? You just have to trust me. I know who can help us take down Margaret.” You smirked through the phone. You just couldn’t be in the same room with Margaret.

Before you were on the phone with Donna

A man came on set, there were little security and crew members. “Hello, Ms. (y/n) I been watching your movies. I’d say your very great with your work. My name is Donald and can you please sign this CD?”

Wait? Benjamin? you thought. He was very well dressed and groom. You didn’t recognize he brought a living nightmare to camp redwood. To just remember what happened in the 70′s. Memories start to bring back into your head. “NO!!!! YOU ARE BENJAMIN!!! MR. JINGLES?! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET HERE?!” You panic about to call security.

Benjamin/Mr. Jingles serenaded. “(y/n) I just came here to make amends. I- I have a family, I changed my name move to Alaska. I am a changed man now.”

You were about to do combat after years of karate and combat classes. “WHAT, So you’re not a serial killer anymore? BUT THAT DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT WHAT YOU DID. You stabbed Chet, Chopped Ray’s head off!!! Poor Bertie she doesn’t have to die!!!PUT XAVIER INSIDE AN OVEN. NOW HE’S DEAD, I WANT MY BEST FRIEND BACK. I LOVED HIM!!!! We were both supposed to be acting together living our dreams. EVERYTHING... everything about you brings darkness.” Tears running down your eyes.

You don’t know why but you feel bad you decided to give him a second chance. “I understand, I’m sorry. for everything. It won’t bring your friends back. I know you want to take down Margaret just much as I do. I want you to help me, to protect my son from Ramirez he killed my wife. Bobby he isn’t like me, I just know it.” He did change, you just believe in Benjamin. He’s the one taking you to Redwood. “Your son doesn’t deserve to die nor did your wife.” Swiping your tears off of your face. “- Do you still want that CD signed.” you said awkwardly. He hands you a CD. “Just know you were one of the reasons, It was your album that made me realize that I want to be a better man and have a family.” Surprisedly he brings you along to Redwood. Finally one of the security is about to tattle him. “NO!!! um he’s with me.” The security card stop his tracks from tackling Benjamin. “Miss you were upset I figured he needs to leave the set.” You made up something. “He’s my uncle.. Donald he’s helping me with one of my lines for another audition.” The security guard believed it. Luckily you weren’t working on shooting the rest of the week. So, you and Donna can help Brooke get her life back.

The road trip wasn’t quiet, he told you that he left his son Bobby with his sister in law. What’s his wife, Lorraine is like in Alaska. Even as a VideoShack worker. And what happened to his brother Bobby and mother. That he isn’t monster. He is actually a kind hearted man. “Did you tell him that you love him?” he asked. “Yes, I thought he was going to stay with me in the ambulance. I knew he was dead, Margaret killed him.” He tried to make you feel better. “As I remember, if he was still here. the guy is more dramatic than you. he could of been one good actor.” You gave him a small smile. “I just know that you can’t go back in time. Having a grudge on you just won’t do anything. Actually taking down Ramirez and Margaret will do.”

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Montana and Xavier were killing everyone on site. Ray was so upset, covering up for them and cleaning up dead bodies. Stealing clothes, and other things from tourists or campers. “Chill, just clean it up like you always do.” Montana said to Ray. Ray was pissed, “No, you can’t kill every single person that wanders through here. WHat will (y/n) think she was our friend.” Montana and Xavier rolled their eyes.

“Yes, I can.” Montana smiles.

Xavier repeats, “Yeah, she can.” Fucking with Ray. “There are no rules for the dead.” Montana says. “You don’t know that. You don’t know why we’re stuck here.” Ray argues.

“No one does, Ray. But you know what I realized? Nothing we do matters. When I was alive, in the last moments of my life. I tried everything I could to be good.” Xavier is still agruing about death rules here. Montana saw a magazine with you on the cover page. She held it in she missed you and she didn’t know. She’d be lying if she said she doesn’t regret what she did to you. She flip through the page seeing you having you worked on movies and you made a song about betrayal she knew it was about her. She was happy for you.

Xavier continues, “-I tried to save Bertie, I fucking saved Margaret and she killed me. I thought I would be alive along with (y/n). But I don’t have that!!! I’ll never be an actor. Now I kill people. And guess what.”

Ray snapped, “What?” Xavier says nothing happens. that being good brought him no where and being bad feels real good. “So you and the old-timers and the entire fucking universe can suck it.” Xavier flipping off the universe.

“Holy shit!” Montana came across the news paper and other magazines with you on the cover page. “-Look.”

“Oh, my god” Ray being shocked that Brooke is on Death Row or that your on a couple of cover pages on the magazine. Xavier grabs the magazines that you are on. While Ray grabs the news paper.

“Looks like (y/n) is having a time of her life and the bitch is finally gonna get hers.” Montana smiles evilly. Calling Brooke, a bitch.

Xavier he thought maybe he still have a heart for (y/n) he just wishes he could be in her life with her.

“(y/n)? I’m happy for her. But Brooke... Convicted on 11 counts of first-degree murder?” Ray, just know Brooke doesn’t deserve this. “This can’t be... She didn’t do anything wrong.” Xavier doing that thing with his tongue.

“She killed me, Ray. Wasn’t that wrong.?” Montana fakes her sadness. Xavier looks at Montana then at Ray. “Yeah. Ray.” Xavier frowns. A Dustin’s girlfriend came back. yelling out Dustin.

Ray says, Hello. she asks. “Okay, who are you? Where’s Dustin?” Ray doesn’t know who Dustin is. “I was, Uh, hiking around, and I saw your magazines and newspaper.” The girl stays quiet. “-Sorry uh let me explain. See you see these women on front page here? Brooke Thompson and (y/n) (l/n) They’re my friends.” So maybe he’ll find out more about you and Brooke. “You’re friends with a superstar and a serial killer?”

Montana walks closer. “Don’t listen to him. He’s delusional.” Ray tells Montana to stay out of it and Xavier kills off Dustin’s Girlfriend, slicing off her throat. Ray is done with cleaning after them. It was the last straw.

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i loved you first p.4

pairing: Xavier Plympton x Reader

word count: 2,332

warnings: violence, language, fluff, oops

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | epilogue

Your life seemed to flash before your eyes.

Chloe Smith was in tears; her red hair matted while her makeup from the night before smeared under her eyes. You had never seen her look like this. She was always fabulous. You'd admit it now, even knowing she was crazy.

"Chloe..." Xavier said softly, his hands slowly rising as she continued to cry with her eyes on you. Your eyes fell to the gun hanging by her side, her finger fiddling with the gun. She was going to cock it eventually.

"Sit down!" she shot at you, and you didn't hesitate to take the spot next to Xavier. You realized you should have stayed away from him, but Chloe didn't comment, only raising the gun at the both of you.

"You don't have to do this," Xavier said, his voice hesitant. You knew he was trying not to cry, and you were right there with him. "This isn't worth it."

"You're worth it!" she yelled, pointing her gun directly at him now. "You're worth it, Xavier." she cried, her voice wobbly. You had never heard anything like this in your life. This all had to be a really fucked up dream.

You knew it was probably best to keep your mouth shut. Chloe hated you; you didn't want to push her any farther and risk putting Xavier in any more danger than he already was.

Your thoughts were overshadowed when Chloe turned her attention back to you, her voice venomous when she asked, "What do you have that I don't?"

I'm not psychotic, clearly.

You instinctively snickered at that, which was a huge mistake. You watched as Chloe's eyes went dark before moving the gun just inches from your face and fired.

You and Xavier both yelled; he grabbed you and pulled you down as the bullet whizzed right by, almost hitting your ear. Your heart was now in overdrive as Xavier took this opportunity to rush forward and tackle her to the ground. You screamed as they wrestled, desperately looking for a phone to dial 9-1-1.

You hoped that a neighbor would call the police. You weren't particularly close with them, but you were friendly enough to keep an eye on one another. You started to cry when you realized your phone was dead, and you didn't know where Xavier's was.

There was no way you could sit back and watch this unfold. Chloe was screaming, cursing your name as Xavier wrestled the gun away from her. You looked around for something heavy, figuring this could be your Paul Sheldon moment.

You spotted an ugly vase that Xavier's mother had gifted you when you moved in together. It always sat underneath the accent table, collecting dust. You snatched it, looking to see that Xavier was somewhat able to pin down Chloe. But the struggle for the gun was still ensuing. Your ears rang as another shot went off, striking the lamp your grandmother bought you.

The last thing you wanted was to hurt him accidentally. You lunged for the pair, catching Xavier's eye last minute as he fell off her, falling to the ground. You smashed the vase against Chloe's head. A cry escaped your lips when a jagged piece broke the skin of your palm. Chloe shrieked, before falling unconscious.

You gasped, falling to your knees as Xavier wheezed on the ground. You glanced down at the now bloody head of Chloe, who was still breathing.

"That fucking bitch!" Xavier snapped, sitting up. You watched as he grabbed the gun, switching on the safety. "We need to call the police."

"I-I couldn't find your phone," you said shakily, stumbling to your feet, your eyes still on her unconscious body.

Xavier had to dig underneath the cushions, but he found it. There was just enough battery to report the incident, and he stayed on the line as you both moved far away from her, almost sitting on top of each other in the corner.

Your chest felt like it was on fire. The tears wouldn't stop as you hung onto Xavier, who gently shushed you while he spoke to the operator. You wanted Montana, you wanted Brooke.

You were so shaken up that the panicked knocking on the door caused you to shriek. The operator on the phone was worried, as Xavier got up to investigate, before letting out a "fuck!"

"XAVIER! Y/N! IT'S ME, IT'S CHET AND MONTANA! OPEN UP!"

Xavier wrenched open the door, explaining to the operator that you were still waiting on the police.

"We already called the police, they're not here yet!?" Montana yelled, rushing past the boys to where you were cowering in the corner. "Chet was outside when he saw Chloe arrive and called them."

She brought you into a hug as you hid your face in her neck, wishing for all of this to stop. You heard Xavier ask why Chet was outside, in which he replied, "Because I'm not dumb, I knew the bitch would be back."

You always adored that Chet was so protective of your friends. You had to smile, feeling your heart lift slightly as Montana held you tightly, shielding your face from Chloe.

It seemed like an eternity when the police and ambulance finally arrived. Ray ended up showing up sometime later while you were outside, claiming that Brooke was stuck at work and wished she could be here.

You watched with your friends as Chloe was wheeled out on a stretcher; her hands cuffed as they loaded her into the ambulance. Your debacle caused some attention, as concerned neighbors and strangers gathered around. You slowly started to feel better, but the fear of almost being killed kept creeping on you. The paramedics cleaned up your wound and bandaged it.

Because your apartment was now an active crime scene, you and Xavier were forced to room with Montana and Brooke at their residence. You had gathered your things before riding over with Xavier in the back seat; his grip on you was still tight.

You were pleased when Ray and Chet came over later that night with packed bags. They insisted on the group being together for support. You had hugged your friends more in the past few hours than you have all year. You knew they were as equally scared as you were, while simultaneously trying to ease your stress.

That night after everyone settled into bed, you were restless. It was well past three in the morning, your boss already notified about what transpired and you needed some time off. Xavier was in the bathroom, almost begging his boss to give him some time, too.

You waited until he finally came out, visibly lighter as he crawled down next to you, peeking to see if you were awake. The unexpected action caused you to snort, and he smiled at your laugh.

"I'm sorry if I scared you," he whispered, settling down beside you. "My boss finally cut me some slack for once in his life."

"I think you should just quit, they don't deserve you," you whispered.

"Trust me, I've been telling myself that the day I started," he joked, and you felt hopeful that things could be normal again. "y/n, I just wanted to let you know that you saved our lives today."

You frowned, shaking your head, "You had her pinned to the ground. If anything, you're the hero."

Xavier shook his head, scoffing, "Don't be ridiculous, you knocked the crack-whore out."

You cackled at that, hiding your face in the blankets as Xavier's blue eyes widened, playfully shushing you as Ray snorted in his sleep a few feet away. "Keep it down!"

"Then don't make me laugh!" you seethed, yet your tone was playful. "You should know by now that you make me laugh without trying."

Xavier beamed at that, settling down to lay beside you. He was delighted to hear that, now smiling like an idiot at your compliment. You moved closer, putting your head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around you.

"I don't mean to make light of the situation," Xavier said softly, starting to run his hands through your hair. You closed your eyes in peace. "But I'm glad we were with each other today. I could never live with myself if something happened to you because of me."

"I need you to stop blaming yourself," you scolded. Xavier's face flushed, and he was staring at the ceiling with a hurt expression you couldn't see. "I told this to the others, and I'll say it to you. You didn't know. Montana..." you smiled, "She has a suspicious nature, and she's right ninety percent of the time. Montana had an equal hand in this."

"I should have known, though," Xavier said, frowning. "I was her boyfriend. I was going to move in with her!"

You smirked, "They say you don't really know a person until you live with them. Or something like that."

Xavier finally smiled at you, "Something like that?"

"Yes. That's what my mom said when I told her we were living together."

"Huh," Xavier said, his hands still running through your hair. "Your mom is a wise woman."

"Of course she is, why do you think I'm the way I am, hmm?" you joked.

"I guess that would explain a lot," he said softly. You laid there, your head still on his chest as you listened to the sound of his beating heart.

In mere seconds he could have been taken away from you.

You didn't realize your nails dug into his chest until he winced, "Ouch, y/n?"

You gasped, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Xavier." you said, rubbing the spot on his chest where you hurt him.

"It's alright," he said, before placing his hand over yours. "I'll be here when you wake-up."

You tried to fall asleep then, but images of Chloe holding a gun in your face was a plague. Xavier was still awake, staring at the ceiling as he stroked your hair. He could feel your wildly beating heart, and he wished there was something he could do.

Xavier was always the strong one of the group. You could always lean on him whenever you needed, even if he was struggling with something himself. But he wanted to save everybody, even though he knew it was impossible. His own past haunted him, and this was just the newest addition.

The clock slowly ticked towards five in the morning, and you were still unable to find peace. You eventually sat up, Xavier's arm falling to the side as you sighed, rubbing your eyes.

"y/n?" he asked, sitting up beside you. You gave him a weak smile, which he frowned. "Do you need me to call someone?"

You shook your head, "I just think sleep is off the table for us tonight."

He laughed quietly, looking around the dark room to see Montana hanging partially off the couch. Brooke was right on the floor beneath her, her legs over Ray's stomach, snoring.

"I feel safe with everyone here," you admitted, glancing at Chet, who was curled up with a pillow. "I always felt safe with you guys."

"Me too," he admitted, taking your hand. "I know I've made a lot of bad decisions in my life. I always felt like I wasn't supposed to be here, you know?" Your heart hurt hearing that. "I got myself in so much bad shit, and I guess I still do that. But I'd always find my way back... I had my friends. I have you."

You wiped at your eyes, knowing Xavier hated to see you cry. "You've always had me." you laughed weakly.

"I wish I would have stopped being so stupid-."

"Are you kidding?" you laughed now, a little too loudly, you may add. "You just told me last night you were always flirting with me! You're the clueless one? Please."

Xavier gave you a smirk, and you reached up to pat down his messy hair. His blue eyes were bright in the night, and you knew you'd always be able to get lost in them.

"Do you think it would be inappropriate if I kissed you?" Xavier asked, tilting his head at you playfully. You blushed deeply, thinking of all the times you dreamed of this happening.

"I don't want you to feel like you have to rush into anything with me..." you admitted, smiling shyly at him.

Xavier nodded understandingly, "I normally would say that too. But today was an example that we're not promised anything, y/n. I don't want to waste any more time with you than I've already had."

You couldn't believe this was happening. After a silent agreement, Xavier leaned in, pressing a deep kiss to your lips. It was better than you ever imagined, your hands gently twisting in his hair as his arm slid around your waist, pulling you in tight. Xavier kissed you until you couldn't breathe, pulling away with a satisfied smirk.

"That was amazing." he grinned, keeping his arm around you as you smiled back.

"I know, thank you." you joked before you were startled out of your wits when you heard Montana mumble into her pillow, "Oh, thank God they finally kissed."

Your mouth fell open when Brooke tiredly said, "About time!"

"You guys heard them kiss? Gross!" Ray slurred.

"Were you guys listening this entire time!?" Xavier yelled, your shock finally wearing off as you laughed loudly, hiding your head under your blanket.

"Only the last few minutes," Montana said, turning over. "Thank fuck, you guys were driving us all crazy, not dating each other."

"You guys are the worst!" you cried out as Xavier laid beside you, a broad grin on his face.

"But you love us, y/n," Brooke giggled softly, "Goodnight."

You and Xavier finally fell asleep minutes after your friends fell back asleep. Chet stirred, peeking at you guys from his thick pillow. He smiled before laying back down to sleep.

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