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coopermorrow · 1 year

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Who I Write For

Hi! My name is Cooper and I am hoping to be a writer one day so I thought what better way of starting off than by writing about my favorite celebrities and characters? I am in many fandoms but not all, so if you don't happen to see one of your favorite celebrities or characters on my list you can still ask me to write about them and I'll do my best!

American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Nora Montgomery

Lana Winters

Kit Walker

Sister Mary Eunice McKee

Queenie

Madison Montgomery

Zoe Benson

Cordelia Goode

Misty Day

Kyle Spencer (pre and post death)

Dandy Mott

Tristan Duffy

James Patrick March

Elizabeth/The Countess

Kai Anderson

Winter Anderson

Michael Langdon

Mallory

Brooke Thompson

Xavier Plympton

Montana Duke

Harry Gardner

Slashers/Horror Characters:

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Bubba Sawyer

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Tiffany Valentine

Baby Firefly

Doomhead

Brahms Heelshire

Darry Jenner (Jeepers Creepers)

Norman Bates (Bates Motel)

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)

Art the Clown

BTS:

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Kim Namjoon

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jungkook

Jackass:

Johnny Knoxville

Steve-O

Ryan Dunn

Bam Margera

Chris Pontius

Rachel Wolfson

Marvel/Avengers Characters:

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Natasha Romanoff

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

James "Bucky" Barnes

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

IT (2017 and 2019):

Richie Tozier

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Mike Hanlon

Stanley Uris

Ben Hanscom

Beverly Marsh

Patrick Hockstetter

Henry Bowers

Reginald "Belch" Huggins

Victor Criss

What's Eating Gilbert Grape:

Gilbert Grape

Arnie Grape

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

It's Always Sunny In Philadeplphia:

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Deandra "Dee" Reynolds

Ronald "Mac" McDonald

The Last Of Us (show):

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Morticia Addams

Xavier Thorpe

Miscellaneous:

Javier Pena

Kevin Khatchadourian

Jay (Jay and Silent bob)

Jareth the Goblin King (The Labyrinth)

Mort Rainey

Victor Van Dort

Tarrant Hightopp/The Mad Hatter (Alice In Wonderland)

Edward Scissorhands

I will not write rape, 18+ content for underage characters, or anything where the character is another species. I will not take requests containing pedophilia, ablism, racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, or any other form of bigotry. Comfort imagines for things such as depression, eating disorders, and anxiety are fine as long as you do not want them to be very descriptive and/or explicit. Please make formal requests through my ask as I will not take comments as formal requests. I write for multiple genders but only smut for afab people as that is the anatomy I am most understanding of. I do take "x reader" requests. I can try to write crossovers, though I'm not too experienced with them and I do write for celebrities as well.

Requests are open now so if you do decide to make one, please include the character(s) you want and at least a small description of what you would like the plot to be. Thank you! <3

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kippykasey · 10 months

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Hey @darke15

Its finally time for the live reaction of season 2 of Soldier and the Spy.

S2E1

- leave it to Boone to make a dramatic entrance

- of course Duke is being a mother hen over a breakout

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- Jack has it bad for Duke and its adorable

- Jack and Zac are the first of my children as they are cinnamon rolls and I will fight for them.

Connection reestablished. Please continue.

- wait wait wait Rafael is the one who is going to treat our girl ghost??? Hell yeah!

- just waiting for Belov to meet someone new who knows what he's saying and messes with him

- please pause the tension caused by brainwashed Ghost for some adorable children

- Raf is something else.

- The Hadar and Jack gym moment made me snicker. Poor Jack just wanted to make sure a fight didn't break out.

- Belov and Zac are like Spike and Jerry (I don't know why that correlation popped into my head but it did) unlikely friends

- me going my whole life thinking it was 'Golf' Coast... yep

- nooo not the ptsd ahhh poor Dugan

- catch me giggling over the idea of a wooden child puppet being a drug dealer

S2E2

- okay but Duke would be a badass bar tender. Love it

- this part (Lawrence being drugged) is so wonderfully written (as odd as that sounds)

- 💉💉he got his shot💉💉

- Boone having flashbacks from Rook gives me gross vibes

- we love a protective Duke

- all dresses with pockets are superior

(I am technically supposed to be working but I'm hooked. Ahhhhh)

- “Only Marines take in hood rats.” true for the marines I know

- Jack is too kind

- oh look a meet-cute run in

(Totally had a small panic over bad internet and thinking all the comments from ep2 so far didn't save but we good)

- Belov, bear, vodka is not a food group

- the gossip mill is deep.

- oh, Boone, darlin'. Someone give this gal a hug

- the friendships forming are beautiful to watch

S2E3

- ah Boone and Duke banter, I missed it

- cackling at this tech class

- During all of the fights for Alpha picks I just imagine the nurses getting upset at select few that they constantly see

- oh so that's how T becomes senator. I like it

- Nea helping set up Jack and Duke unknowingly

S2E4

- lil happy dance at the first use of Senator Johnson

- i would like to take this time to thank General Garner for taking vacation

- giggling like a school girl at poor Jack's expense

- now laughing at Duke's expense

- pass code guesses: alphaone or alphatwo

- Jack and Duke obviously crushing but oblivious

- Jack, don't compare relationships

S2E5 (about halfway through and its only been 5 hours, since I'm working and multitasking)

- whoa there no going after kids or we gonna have a problem and you aren't gonna win

- watch them become a team because they get caught sneaking out for drinks

- Hadar going to save the day?

- Montana plates huh? 👀

- mmm the baby blue camero

- I caught that Fury mention

- Thomas Frazier consider yourself fired

- Bardot Calinescu sounds familiar, was it referenced in BS:A?

S2E6

- Boone how scandalous lol

- well there goes one of my code guesses, alphaone is still there and my third would be outbreak (that was Johnsons code name if I remember)

-alpha two is literally going to be formed in a bar to save Johnson.

- “And,” Rafael said, the smile on his face growing, “I know just the guy to get us to Dugan.” mhm his name is Jack Bennett

- didn't see Sherlock coming

- ugh this comparison to wonderland is beautiful

- hell yeah! Go Zac!!

- we going to throw hands and then get back to slapping some sense into Boone for doing stupid shit

S2E7 (just a random time update its like 12:30)

- eeeeeeee! He asked him out! It begins!

- happy dance at alpha 2 forming to save kids

- no no no we going to fight

- DARKE NO. OMG NO. THAT CLIFFHANGER. That's so mean. My heart is racing and I. .... *incert scream here*

S2E8

- nia being so strong ♡

- i just feel like a ball of anxiety right now. 20 minutes to save the girls before a big boom boom

- oh sjit oh shit panic

- this is a stressful situation Duke shooting and coming out of the dark is not supposed to be attractive!

- “You and I remember Havana very differently,” 👀

- oh my god. Go alpha two

- not Jack finding out Duke wants to kiss him by a child in a death zone

- wish I had ice cream to get through the heart palpation you caused :P

- Ghost is awake!!

S2E9

- Duke ruining his own love life

- pour the champagne for Senator Johnson!

- Amma ♡

- Winter Soldier just seems like a stalker, promising to find Ghost. (Bad joke)

S2E10 (time update 2:16)

- well a stabbing is one way to start an episode

- home to New Eden

- squealing over Duke and Jack is just a thing now

- the fact that Thomas still has a job... prick

S2E11 (last one)

- honestly New Eden is probably the best place for Ghost right now

- short sweet and Raf better not disrespect the car like that again or we gonna fight

So in total it only took me like 9.4 hours to binge read everything. But yes ♡♡♡♡♡♡

Much love to the Alphas.

#live reaction #the soldier and the spy #season 2

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saintmeghanmarkle · 10 months

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Why would they be welcomed? by u/PaperFlowers82

Why would they be welcomed? I had to take a mental break from the Sussex nonsense. But now that I am playing catch up I am confused as to why they would ever be welcomed back. IF Harry and Megs had made money over here (I am American) without the tell all documentary and book...I could see the BFR welcoming them back. "Oh you tried to make a living selling fishing bait and running a dude ranch in Montana, but it didn't work. Come back my dear boy". No! They made money talking about HIS family. You haven't come over here and started some new charity that we American are so proud of "oh look at the Duke and Duchess doing good deeds over here! You can't have them back!" No! WTF are they doing? Nothing! So please take them back. I imagine a formal apology and pledge of allegiance might be required at this point. post link: https://ift.tt/rtQicMI author: PaperFlowers82 submitted: July 16, 2023 at 02:57AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

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syven-siren · 4 years

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Sharp Edges

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sadorangejuice · 2 years

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Love me more by mitski has singlehandedly pushed me back into me ahs 1984 obsession so if anyone is like dying for a Xavier fic send me your requests.

#xavier plympton x you #xavier plympton imagine #xavier plympton x reader #ahs 1984 #montana duke

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gothicknightz · 2 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.”

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“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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teafrompari · 3 years

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Montana Duke | American Horror Story: 1984

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• requested

• request are open

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#montana duke #american horror story #american horror story 1984 #ahs #ahs 1984 #ahs season 9 #american horror story season 9 #montana duke x reader #billie lourd #ahs x reader #ahs imagine

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fleur2pint · 3 years

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the one that got away

pairing: montana duke x fem!reader

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

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

word count: 3k+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

7 Months Prior…

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

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

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

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

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

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

Present Time…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#montana duke #montana duke x reader #montana duke x reader smut #montana duke x reader imagine #ahs #ahs 1984 #american horror story #montana duke smut #montana duke imagine #smut #fanfic

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lexwritess · 3 years

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ahs masterlist

requests are open!!

xavier plymton

i’ll miss you

why’d you only call me when your high?

montana duke

nothing yet

jimmy darling

nothing yet

madison montgomery

jealous

michael langdon

broken promises (personal favortie)

tate langdon

there’s nothing wrong with you

violet harmon

nothing yet

kit walker

nothing yet

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i’ll prob accept other characters these are just the ones i can imagine writing for <3

#ahs #american horror story #ahs imagine #xavier plympton x reader #montana duke x reader #jimmy darling x reader #madison montgomery x reader #emma roberts #tate langdon x reader #evan peters #violet harmon x reader #kit walker x reader #ahs 1984

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flowerbxuquet · 3 years

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can you do a montana x fem!reader and the reader is xaviers twin sister? the whole time xavier and montana are together y/n is just super jealous and cold towards them both and one xavier asks y/n what’s wrong and she goes off on him and tell hims she’s in love w montana and she over hears?

A/n: HI! I LOVE THIS REQUEST! Ty <3

Are you serious?

Pairing: Montana Duke x Fem!reader

“Stop!” Montana giggled as Xavier splashed more water at her in the pool, you were sitting with Brooke who was eating ice cream. Brooke glanced over at you with a worried glance as you clenched your fists at the couple.

Xavier was your brother and Montana was your crush, you were so pissed when Xavier had brought her home and introduced her as his girlfriend. Your parents were ecstatic to meet her while you just sat off to the side while they all talked.

Brooke sighed watching as you scowled at the sight of Montana and your brother kissing. “You know you have to tell one of them eventually.” Brooke commented and you turned to look at her and sunk down into the chair. “I hate their relationship so much, I just can’t believe he confessed to her before I could have.” You groaned and placed your head in your hands.

Brooke smiled comfortingly at you before leaning over and placing a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’m sure this will all turn out fine, okay?” Brooke spoke softly and you lifted your head out of your hands and nodded towards her. Xavier walked over to you two and Brooke cringed lightly watching your face fall immediately.

“Hey, dad has an emergency so I have to go help him out for a bit, we’ll pick you up before the sun goes down, okay?” Xavier concluded and you nodded towards him and forced a smile on your face. Xavier leaned foreword and pressed a kiss to Montana’s lips and you had to bite your lip from grumbling at him.

You watched as Xavier walked away and rage filled you, you didn’t hate him, he was your brother after all, but why? Xavier could have anyone he wanted, why did he have to go for the girl you wanted? Xavier had known you liked girls and didn’t really care, that wasn’t the main problem, the problem was that you were madly in love with his girlfriend.

Montana sat down next to you and Brooke and you tried to look away. Tried to make sure you weren’t staring at her bikini the whole time, ‘God, why me..’ you glanced over at Brooke who had a worried expression on her face.

“What’s up with awkward silence?” Montana teased and Brooke cringed while you just rolled your eyes which didn’t go unnoticed by Montana.

Your stomach sunk when you saw the flash of hurt that passed Montana and she started fiddling with the ends of her hair, “I can leave if you want.” Montana grumbled, her sad face melting into an angry facade.

You went to apologize but when you looked at her all you could see was the fact that she wasn’t single, hell, she was dating your brother. You just looked away from her when your eyes met and she huffed, grabbing her bag and leaving.

Brooke looked over at you and your cheeks heated up in embarrassment, “That was um..a little much, wasn’t it?” You mumbled, rubbing your neck awkwardly and Brooke smiled and nodded. “You should talk to Xavier soon, you can’t avoid this situation.” Brooke explained and you nodded.

When the sun started to go down you waited for Xavier, you walked outside of the pool center but saw Xavier was already parked and sitting outside of the car. “We need to talk. Right now.” Xavier hissed through gritted teeth and you shivered, nodding and trying to stay calm as your heart hammered in your chest.

“I talked to Montana earlier, what’s your issue?!” Xavier snapped at you and you crossed your arms, looking back at the side walk and shaking your head, “I have no idea what your talking about.” You lied smoothly, looking Xavier back in the eyes and he walked towards you.

“Don’t pull that shit with me, you have been acting like a bitch for no reason since me and Montana started dating. Please, I just want to know what’s going on so I can fix this.” Xavier said the last words almost pleading for you to tell him what was going on but you just took a step back.

“C-Can we just go back home. Please?” You stammered out and Xavier shook his head, staring you deeply in the eyes. “No. Tell me what’s wrong now, or you’re walking.” Xavier threatened and you grumbled, pushing past him.

“I’ll see you in an hour then.” You smiled at him and went to go cross the street but Xavier gripped your wrist and tugged you back. “No! You cant just run away from all this!” Xavier yelled and you pushed Xavier back.

“You want to know what’s wrong?! It’s that you went for the girl I wanted! You could have any girl or guy you want and you chose the one I wanted! That’s why I’m mad, why!? Why did you have to chose her!?” Xavier looked at you mouth agape, not knowing how to respond as you wiped the tears from your eyes and crossed your arms.

“C-Can we please just go home now!?” Your voice cracked and your stomach sunk at the guilty expression Xavier was wearing. Xavier shakily nodded and you two got in his van and drove away.

You two didn’t talk for the rest of the night, the next day you decided to go out for a walk, after a while you saw a familiar blonde sitting in the grass. Montana. You stared at her in awe at how the sun hit her perfectly, until your eyes met with hers. Shit. You waved awkwardly and she smiled weakly, patting the grass next to her so you would sit.

You walked over and sat down, Montana looked over at you and shoved your shoulder, “You’re an idiot, you know.” Montana chuckled and you started playing with the grass to calm your nerves.

You laughed awkwardly and avoided her eyes, “What makes you say that?” You stammered, hoping she wasn’t implying what you think she was implying. Montana sighed, leaning into you and you blushed heavily, looking down at her eyes flickering up to meet yours.

“I heard what you said, at the pool. I didn’t want to go back home so I figured I could wait by the gate and I called Xavier and told him what happened, I figured I could catch a ride once he got there but then..you know.” Montana trailed off, looking down nervously. You shook slightly and Montana pulled away, placing her hand atop of yours and she squeezed it comfortingly.

“Montana, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I get it.” You smiled sadly at her and Montana shook her head, looking at the ground and wiping her eyes furiously as tears threatened to fall. “I do though, I do..I was hoping I wouldn’t, I mean, fuck, I’m dating your brother.” Montana ran a hand through her hair and inhaled.

Your heart hammered in your chest at the confession, “I-I don’t know what to do..” Montana mumbled, looking you in the eyes and you opened your arms, Montana threw herself into you and you giggled in surprise, wrapping your arms tightly around her. “It’s okay, we’ll figure this out.” You mumbled into her hair and Montana nodded into the crook of your neck, pressing a light kiss to the skin.

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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.

Taglist: @jimmason @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid @9layerdevilfoodcake @theneverendinghunger @fernfiction

Let me know if you’d like to be added!

#cody fern #american horror story #cody fern imagine #xavier plympton #ahs #ahs 1984 #ahs apocalypse #michael langdon #michael langdon imagine #chet clancy #brooke thompson #montana duke #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon smut #jim mason #tribes of palos verdes #ahs xavier #xavier ahs #jim mason imagine

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chaos-is-beautifvl · 3 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.

tags (if you want to added/removed, let me know): @lizzy-claire-fandom @mikhalxngdon @czarinera @fandomxloveer @ramona-thorns @leatherduncan @prophecy-is-inevitable @unblossomedme @michaelarchives @9layerdevilfoodcake @mochminnie @chicaluna2410

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beautyiswithinchaos · 3 years

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The Start of a Wonderful Summer

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |

*** disclaimer: all new work is here: @chaos-is-beautifvl ***

a/n: this is just a little part of the 1984 and Apocalypse crossover series I’m working on. Yay or nay?

word count: 733

“Ray!”

“Ray, get your ass out here! We’re going to get caught in traffic because of you.” The said person came dashing out of the front door, bags in hand, “Calm down, will you? We’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes before getting back into the driver seat. You loved your cousin, you did, but there were moments, such as these, when he tested your patience. The two of you were LA-bound and meant to leave over an hour ago to avoid traffic flow, but someone decided to wait until last night to pack, which made him wake up late. It was ridiculous. Even though this trip was last minute, you two had made plans over two weeks ago, so why he wasn’t ready was a mystery to you. Then again, this is typical Ray-fashion.

“I don’t know what’s got you so wound up anyway. I’m the one who invited you to come along,” Ray said, looking at his reflection in the pull-down mirror. You scoffed, “Oh, come on, Ray. You know you wouldn’t be able to function without me.”

He grumbled something incoherent, but you know he was mouthing off, so you reached a hand over and flicked the side of his head. He winced and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at you. “You’re such a bitch, sometimes.”

“And don’t you just love me for it?”

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The two of you have been on the road for a while now. In need of a stretch, you pulled over to the nearest gas station you could find. Tossing the keys to Ray, you started walking to the store, “Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

Ray shook his head exasperatedly, catching the keys with his right hand, “And why, do tell Y/N, is it that you think I’m going to do something stupid?”

You shrugged, hand on the door handle, “Because you always do, Ray.” You heard his laughter as you entered the store. The fluorescent lights above were low and flickering, and ‘Kids in America’ by Kim Wilde played from the speakers. Humming along to the music, you quickly grabbed some snacks along with a pack of Slim Jims. You didn’t understand how Ray liked those things – they were just sticks of grease and fat.

Dumping your items onto the counter, you pulled out some money from the back pocket of your jeans. “I need $10 on pump six.” You were glad that the gas prices here were regular. It seemed like the prices went up every day.

We’re the kids in America (whoa)

We're the kids in America (whoa)

Everybody live for the music-go-round

“You look familiar,” the burly man said as he rang up your items. You laughed nervously, rocking on the balls of your feet, “I don’t think we’ve met. Maybe I just have one of those faces.” He couldn’t know you. Right?

“No, it’s not that,” he squinted his beady eyes at you as he leaned over the counter, eyes traveling down your body, “You a model or something?” When you shook your head, just itching to leave, he sighed, “You sure? I think it’s your tits. They look familiar.”

You scoffed, snatching your bags off the counter and slamming a 20 on it, “Keep the change, you perv.” As you were turning to leave, you felt his eyes on your butt, so you flipped him the bird before walking out.

“Ray, load ‘er up.” Ray groaned, tossing his head back, “And why do I have to do it. This is your car, is it not?”

Slipping into the car, you leaned over the console, “Yes, it is. But guess who’s going to pump the gas? You. Now get to it.”

When he finished and got back inside the car, he mumbled something along the lines of you being annoying and how, one day, he was going to whack you over the head with something. You didn’t respond with your usual witty banter because as you were about to pull out, you spared one last glance at the gas station and made contact with the beady-eyed man inside, who was watching the two of you from the blinds.

You quickly pulled off, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as the only thought on your mind was how someone you’d never met had recognized you. This summer was definitely going to be more interesting than you thought.

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a/n: i wrote this instead of going to sleep. see where my priorities lie? anyway... what do you guys think?

forgot add this 🤦🏾‍♀️ but tagging some people who seemed interested (if you want to be added/unadded let me know): @prophecy-is-inevitable @unblossomedme @lizzy-claire-fandom @9layerdevilfoodcake @mikhalxngdon

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Haunted (Happy Halloween!)

pairing: Xavier Plympton x Reader

word count: 3,133

warnings/notes: modern time, language, haunted house shenanigans, lots of scares and fluff

Halloween Night

You clenched the passenger door of Xavier's van as he pulled into the gravel parking lot of one of the scariest haunted houses in California. The sky was darkening as the forest around you became more ominous. You heard the excited giggles of Brooke Thompson and Montana Duke in the back as Chet Clancy and Ray Powell spoke of how "unscared they were."

You thoroughly enjoyed October and the Halloween festivities. However, you always avoided haunted houses of any kind. You felt great anxiety at the thought of being scared, and the last one you went to left a wrong impression on your ten-year-old brain. You were only convinced to come tonight because of your friends. You thought being with them would help ease your stress, and the boys had a sense of humor that could make you forget your troubles for the night.

You were almost frozen as the doors swung open, and your friends piled out, the crisp air ruffling your hair as Xavier walked around to your side, opening the door for you. He could see the tension in your shoulders the entire ride from your shared apartment.

"Babe, you good?" he asked, placing a hand on your leg.

"I'm nervous," you admitted, unbuckling your seatbelt with shaky hands. Xavier helped you out, wrapping an arm around you as he shut the door. "I'd rather be at home."

"We'll keep you safe, y/n!" Ray said, nudging Chet in the bicep. "I'd say we're scarier than anything you'll find in there." he stuck a thumb towards the entrance of the forest, where people were all but running to get in line for tickets.

Montana and Brooke let out a belly laugh, pointing out Ray's lanky figure compared to Chet's buff physique. Even Xavier smirked, pressing a kiss to your head as you follow your friends to hell on Earth.

As you waited in line, you focused on the music playing through a speaker. It was a nice but temporary distraction to your pounding heart. You were humming Monster Mash, as Chet talked about the year before someone had a heart attack and died in the forest.

"Nobody died!" Brooke said, reaching up to smack the back of his thick head. You swallowed, leaning against Xavier, who was mumbling to himself.

"It's true," a girl in front of you turned around, her eyes sparkling with interest. "I was here. It was some older guy, they jumped out and scared him and he went right down." her friends behind her were nodding in agreement.

"Thank you!" Montana said her tone flat as the girl turned around, happy with her input into the story. Montana sidled to your opposite side, meeting Xavier's eyes over your head. "I wouldn't listen to her, y/n, it's not that scary in there."

You winced as a shrill scream coming from the forest interrupted Montana, before the sounds of roaring laughter filled the air as a girl and her friends came running out, screaming at the top of their lungs. Masked characters came running out, waving their bloody weapons, and shouted after them.

"Lord strike me down." you said to whoever was listening. Xavier hugged you tighter as you progressed in line. For the next twenty minutes, you focused on the Halloween playlist, and Xavier asking you if you were okay every few minutes.

The closer you got to the front, the more distractions that came along. You were eventually talking and laughing with your group as the boys tried to decide who was man enough to go first.

When it was your turn to pay, you had to sign a waiver. Your hands shook as you scrawled your name, and you were given wristbands. You glanced at the names of all three attractions, apparently tame to scariest.

"Let's go!" Ray cheered, running to the first one. The Hayride. The line was small, and you guys were definitely on the next ride. Montana and Brooke were holding onto you, both admitting they were a little nervous. Xavier was arguing with the boys over why he can't go first in the mazes; he was protecting you. You smiled, thinking maybe it would be okay after all.

It wasn't long before the line grew, and the tractor pulling two trailers arrived. You took a deep breath as they starting boarding.

The boys told you to pick a spot in the first trailer, and you settled in the middle. You sat between Brooke and Xavier as everyone found a place. You glanced behind you through the caged trailer, seeing characters walking around and throwing themselves at people. Someone dropped their drink and took off in the other direction.

You felt the engine start and multiple people around you cheered. Ray was hooting, and Chet was clapping. You laughed when Ray said, "that was the whitest shit ever."

You listened as an automated voice came over the speaker, spouting basic safety rules, and to exit the vehicle only due to emergencies or when it came to a stop at the forest. You held your breath as the driver pulled onto the dirt track, soon encasing the trailer in darkness as people giggled and cheered.

"This is kind of exciting..." you said to Xavier, who allowed you to lean into him.

"I say that now, at least." you smiled as Xavier laughed.

"You'll be fine, I promise." he said before you both yelled in fright as someone ran up to the ride and beat on the metal cage. Brooke was on Montana's lap as the guy ran down the wagon, scaring others and yelling like a maniac.

You felt the adrenaline as more people came out, climbing onto the ride and overall scaring the shit out of everyone. You found yourself laughing and screaming with your friends and having a great time. You almost peed yourself at the sight of Chet sitting on Ray's lap, screaming bloody murder as a lunatic tried grabbing at them from the outside.

You had to admit some of the scenes they set up were pretty gnarly, making you and Brooke gag as Xavier and the boys gawked at the fake gore. Other times you rolled your eyes at the cheesy parts. Before you knew it, the ride was over, and there was the entrance to the Fear Forest, where you had to wander around the dimly lit grounds to find your way out.

You felt the adrenaline wear off as you followed the guys out, holding tightly to Xavier's hands as people all but ran to get in line. The girls followed behind, talking about the guy pretending to cut a woman's legs off on a dirty medical table.

You had a few groups ahead, so you took the time to hold on tightly to Xavier as he talked about being hungry. You listened to him speak about these nachos he had the year before, and you felt your belly growl in response.

"You're smiling," he commented, smiling down at you. "Are you feeling better, I take it?"

"Well the first time was alright," you said, "I'm not sure about..." you swallowed, looking into the dark forest. You heard screaming and the sound of fake chainsaws. "That."

"They're not going to split us up this time right?" Chet asked loudly. You froze, gripping Xavier tighter until he was begging for you to ease your grip.

"They better not!" Montana and Brooke said simultaneously. You could tell they were scared too, even Montana, who was hardly scared of anything. "It looks like we don't have to use flashlights at least."

The only group separating you from the forest was given permission to go. You held onto Xavier tightly as Ray and Chet bounced in place, still arguing on why the other has the right to be the lead. The only employee around was chomping on gum and playing on their phone, their earpiece blinking blue every other second.

"I'm going to vomit." you told Xavier.

"It's going to be fine, babe," Xavier mumbled under his breath. "Trust me. I almost peed myself going in here the first time. It's normal anxiety."

You nodded, squeezing his hand, "You're right. Just normal anxiety..."

The kid at the podium set down his phone and said, "You're good to pass. Don't get lost, now."

Your feet were frozen as you followed after the guys, Montana and Brooke, pushing up next to you and Xavier as you took the first steps into the woods. The lightning was low but well enough to light the way. There were strobe lights in the distance, and you could still see other groups along the way. You weren't entirely alone.

The first few minutes were just walking with a few props and animatronics barking things at you. You noticed people lurking in the bushes and trees dressed as famous slashers.

You managed to keep your footing, but Ray, in his nervous-excitement tripped over a branch and fell forward, yelping as Chet was laughing too hard to help him up. Brooke ran to his aid, trying to hide her own giggles.

"Are you sure you don't wanna walk with me?" Ray wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"Hell no, I'm not going first." she released him, going back to Montana, who nodded in agreement and linked their arms together.

Things quickly became scary as actors came every few steps, screaming at you for help or threatening to chop you up. You slowly felt the adrenaline creeping back up, but the dark forest still flared your anxiety Xavier shielded you for the most part, but even he got scared and tried to run away.

"Holy!" Ray yelled, running into Chet, who was right beside him. "You go first, man! You're the tough guy!" He shoved Chet ahead before running to the back with Brooke and Montana.

"Fuck!" Chet said, puffing out his chest. "Fuck you, Ray." he said, attempting to look tough, but his voice crack said otherwise. "You guys have my back, right?" he asked you and Xavier.

You had to giggle, "Yes." you and Xavier answered.

"Thank God..." he said before continuing the trek down the forest.

Now that you were practically in front, you realized it wasn't hard to see who was lurking in the shadows. Of course, you still screeched like a banshee and tried to run when someone got too close. The scenes they had set up were gorier than before, and you were more disturbed than scared when you finally reached the exit.

"Victory!" Ray called from behind as you all piled into a clearing with food vendors and people chilling out. You heard Xavier mumble something to Chet, causing them to both laugh loudly.

"That wasn't bad at all..." Brooke said, still holding Montana as if they were conjoined twins.

"Exactly..." Montana said, "Anyone want food?..."

"Yes." you all answered in unison.

You breathed a sigh of relief, two attractions down, one to go.

You waited in line while the others went their separate ways.

"I thought it would be worse." you admitted, "I feel a little ridiculous now."

"You're doing great, babe." Xavier said, grinning as you observed the menu. "No signs of a heart attack."

Xavier shook his head, "No, it was kind of cute." He said, and you nudged him to move forward. "You know you didn't have to come. They would have lived."

You shrugged, "I wasn't going to come. But I've been avoiding them since I was a kid. I'm happy I came though, its been fun watching you get scared."

Brooke and Ray were already seated with food, and you sat with them. Ray was proud of himself despite chickening out and leaving Chet alone. Brooke was teasing him when the other two joined you, and you spent a good hour or so eating and relaxing.

Xavier mocked your laugh before it was your time to order. You got the exact thing and pouted when he paid for everything. He smirked all the way back to the picnic tables as your mouth watered.

"Are we ready to tackle the last one?" Chet asked after a while. The gang all shared looks before ultimately settling on you.

With food in your belly and a surge of confidence, you nodded. "Let's do it."

The final maze was an old asylum, and the outside looked creepy as hell. You got in line, staring up at the dark windows and waiting for the devil himself to appear in one of them.

"This is going to be gnarly," Chet said to Ray, who looked sick. "Too bad we ate right before."

You tried to ignore him, standing next to the girls as Xavier joined the boys, taunting them about who is going to chicken out first. Brooke and Montana both linked their arms with yours, and you quietly asked them if Chet was right.

"I'm pretty sure they used real limbs last year." Montana mumbled to you.

"That's not very reassuring..." you moaned.

"I think I saw real blood!" Brooke whispered.

"That doesn't help either!" you hissed.

The girls apologized as the line moved forward. It was the longest wait of all the attractions, and time seemed to drag on. You listened to the Halloween theme in the background and thought of being cozy on your couch, eating popcorn, and watching horror movies on television with Xavier.

After the hour-long wait passed, you and your friends were told to enter the Asylum. The boys went right inside, and you and the girls were dragging your feet as people behind you laughed and egged you to go inside.

The first hallway was completely dark, with only foot lamps. The guys were waiting, teasing the three of you as Xavier took your hand, pulling you close to him.

"Eat shit!" Montana said, smacking Chet on the back of the head.

"Ouch!" he yelled, hooking an arm around her shoulders. "Let's go, Montana!" he said, leading her to the front as she protested. "Let's get this show on the road!"

You followed them into the darkened hallways, seeing more props and set up scenes of treatments gone wrong and patients hurting themselves in some form or another. Xavier wrinkled his nose quite a bit, whispering to you if you thought that severed arm was real.

"SHIT!" Brooke and Montana squealed and ran for it as a man with a chainsaw, and a bloody pig mask flung himself from the shadows, and you and Xavier yelled and attempted to pull each other in opposite directions.

"THERE'S A FORK IN THE ROAD!" You heard Ray call around the corner. You and Xavier stopped behind the girls, looking as there were now two possible routes.

“Oh fuck," you said.

"Which way do we go?" Brooke asked.

"One thing is for sure. We're not splitting up!" Ray said. "I think we should let y/n decide."

Your eyes widened as they nodded in agreement, "why me!?"

"We trust your judgement," Montana said. "Hurry, they're going to force us to move along."

You shook your head, using your gut to quickly chose the left. The boys immediately walked down the aisle, and you followed, hoping whatever you decided wasn't going to send you to the Asylum yourself.

There were many strobe lights once you turned a few corners, and you and the gang were stumbling around as it was tough to see. You heard Montana curse every time someone stomped on her foot, and Brooke exclaiming she found an exit only to listen to her hit a wall.

"GREAT CHOICE, Y/N!" Ray yelled as if the lights made him deaf. "GO LEFT, SHE SAID."

"DON'T BLAME ME!" you said, accidentally grabbing Xavier's hood and unintentionally choking him. "YOU GUYS SAID TO PICK SO I DID!"

"Babe, I think I found an exit!" Xavier said excitedly, and you managed to open your eyes to see he was right.

"Guys, this way!" You called your friends, following Xavier out into the darkness. Your eyes were throbbing from the intensity of the strobe lights. You moved out of the way as your friends piled behind you, complaining about their eyes and asking if they were just abducted by aliens.

"It smells terrible in here!" you heard Montana complain, and you covered your nose as a wretched smell started wafting over you.

"I'd imagine this was what death smells like," Xavier said, wrinkling his nose. "I'm getting out of here."

You followed after him, seeing just blank walls and minimal lighting. You didn't think this attraction was that scary as the others and wondered if this were the end. You soon approached another fork in the road, except there were people in line on either side.

"I don't remember this part..." Chet said as you guys came to a stop.

"It must be new." Ray said frowning. The line was moving decently fast, and you couldn't fathom what was about to happen.

You watched as Xavier was gestured to walk forward, and he glanced back at you guys before disappearing.

"I don't like this..." you gulped, knowing you were next.

Someone dressed in a plague costume peeked around the corner and gestured for you to come forward. You did slowly, feeling your heart racing while you followed the hooded figure down the hall before he opened a door and gestured for you to go forward. When you did, he slammed the door.

You seemed to be alone, and you stared down the halls with lightly lit red walls. You wondered if you just had to finish the trek alone. You could do this, you thought to yourself as you took slow steps ahead. You didn't want to see any dark hallways again for the rest of your life.

After the first corner, you screamed so much your voice was hoarse. People were waiting on every corner, in every crevice, and they were after you to the point you started running, trying to get away. Every once in a while, you smelled something rotten, and you regretted eating those nachos.

You had no idea how many corners you turned and slashers you dodged before you finally reached the end. You almost cried when you felt the cold Fall breeze ruffle your hair. You ran down the small walkway to the clearing where you saw Xavier sitting on a bench. He jumped up at the sight of you, and you crashed into him, almost crying in relief; you had an adrenaline rush.

"That was horrible!" you gasped into his chest. "They were chasing me!'

"I got chased too," Xavier said, patting down your hair. "That was definitely new this year."

You glanced back at the haunted Asylum with a satisfied grin, knowing you'd probably come back next year.

It wasn't that bad.

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