#xavier plympton blurbs

[auroracalisto]

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[fckinsupreme]

Could you write a fic where reader comes to redwood in 2019? Maybe she becomes close to everyone and teaches about modern day life like music, technology is etc. Also could it be Xavier x reader? Btw I love your work! 💓

This has been sitting my ask box for ages, so I made it 2021 instead!

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Camp Redwood was a quiet ghost, long-since abandoned with no living souls wandering there for over thirty years. Actually, that may not have been entirely true—there was talk of a man, the son of Jingles, paying a visit there a couple years ago, but no one since. That is, until you stumbled upon it after extensive research about the place, and wanted to check it out for yourself. Articles, podcasts, TV shows, and various collections of paranormal research into the massacres that took place piqued your interest, and you decided to go look for yourself.

As it turned out, you were glad that you did.

The eternal residents of the camp were wary of you at first. You figured they had every right to be; after all, didn’t they all meet horrible, gruesome fates on these grounds? Of course someone new coming in would scare them, and cause distance from you. Over time, and after repeated visits to the camp, many of them grew to like you. They were intrigued by you, a being from a time other than their own, a reminder that while they didn’t move on, the world had. Chet Clancy and Xavier Plympton were the two ghosts you became closest to, for you had much in common with them. They, like the other ghosts, had tried to make you leave and were cautious of you to begin with, but came out of their shells when they saw you were not a threat and you weren’t going to stay away.

They were particularly fascinated by the knowledge of that new world. You brought it with you every chance you got, showing them all the different music, movies, TV shows, and technology through the years since they’d been there. Xavier enjoyed the TV show Friends, while Chet mostly wanted to know about sports shows & news. The other ghosts had their own separate likes, and they were all absolutely dumbfounded with cell phones. They could hardly believe that such a small device held so much , and that with an internet signal, you had so much knowledge right at your fingertips. Montana and Xavier were obsessed with taking selfies, while Chet was oddly obsessed with taking nature photos. You bought a few phones for them to share, and all of them were growing increasingly obsessed with social media sites and music streaming. You’d found a way to rig up an internet connection at the camp, and all of them were going insane with using it. They loved it, and in the midst of them falling in love with the modern world, you were falling in love with a segment of the past.

Xavier was the last person you would have expected to take up such a space in your life. He wasn’t your usual type; you were more into the intellectuals, someone that you could have meaningful conversations with and who would show you the world. But there was something about this man—this /ghost/—that struck you like no one else had. What he lacked in smarts or commonalities, he made up for with his kind heart and excellent ability to listen. He was there for you, and the two of you had so much fun together when you were at the camp. In fact, that became your favorite part of coming there, and that’s when you realized that you had actually fallen in love with him. You couldn’t remember when it happened, or even why; one day you woke up, and the realization just struck you out of nowhere.

One night, you & Xavier were bundled in his bed as you watched TikToks together. Your laughter rang off the walls, filling the cabin as you got lost down the TikTok rabbit hole. After awhile, Xavier’s laughter began to fade, and you wondered if he was getting tired of watching them. You turn off your phone, and when you look up, you’re shocked to see him looking at you. There was something swimming in his clear blue eyes that you could not identify, and you manage a smile as you meet his gaze directly. You desire to reach out and caress his cheek, but you refrain from doing so.

“Are you alright?” you ask. “You seem really quiet.”

“I’m…” he begins, looking down before meeting your eyes again. “Look, there is something I need to get off my chest. I know you probably won’t like it, or agree, or whatever it is, but it needs to be said.”

“Okay…” you begin, a little nervously. “What is it? What’s on your mind?”

He’s silent for so long that you begin to think he won’t say anything at all. The thoughtful look on his face, his eyes darting around the room, and his mouth opening & closing all tell you that he’s anxious, and you give his hand a reassuring squeeze. He sighs, a bit shakily, and then finally, he begins to speak.

“I think…” he begins, swallowing around the lump in his throat as his clear blue eyes meet your own. “I think that I’m in love with you. I don’t really…I mean, I was never in love when I was alive. I had girlfriends, but I was never in love. It’s new to me, so I don’t know if that’s what I feel, but I’m pretty sure it is. I get happy when I see you, I feel overjoyed when we are alone, I find myself caring more about you than even myself, I feel empty when you’re gone…”

You’re stunned by his confession. You blink at him, making sure that you understood him correctly. He was in love with you? He liked being around you? You weren’t in a position to go over the how or why; you were just happy that he felt this way for you. Apparently, though, he took your silence as a bad thing. He tried getting up, his face red with embarrassment, but you shook your head immediately. You placed a hand on his chest to still him, and grinned at him before you said: “No, it’s okay. I feel the same way for you. I’m just really surprised that you feel that way for me.”

“Why?” Xavier asks, his own surprise evident on his face. “Why would you be surprised?”

“Because I’m /me/, and you’re /you/,” you say as you gesture toward him. “I mean…how can I ever—“

“You’re incredible,” he interrupts, cupping your cheek. You gaze at him, unable to look away from those clear blue eyes as you move your face closer to his. His breath catches, and he brushes his fingers through your hair. “There is no one better. I know I haven’t been outside of this camp in over thirty years, but…I don’t have to be outside to know that.”

You smile, feeling your heart leap in your chest. “If someone told me even a year ago that I’d fall in love with a ghost, I would have told them they were insane.”

Xavier chuckles, his fingers trailing down your cheek. “Can I…I mean, can I kiss you?”

You nod, and both of you move toward one another. When his lips are half an inch from yours, you close the space and press your lips to his. You can feel his body relax against yours, and one of your hands cups the back of his head. The kiss remains surprisingly chaste, and your head spins the entire time. You keep expecting this to be a dream, to pull away and he won’t be there, but that doesn’t happen. Instead, he sits up and holds out his hand for you, and you walk with him into the silent moonlight. You know things could be complicated, and that this probably won’t last forever, but why let that stand in the way of now? That’s what you had, and you fully intended on making the most of it.

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[littledemondani]

xavier plympton | nsfw alphabet

i know i said i'd work on one of these for michael, and i am, but re-watching 1984 recently got me inspired so. sue me.

remember, this is all my interpretations of our favorite himbo and how i choose to write him.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i don’t see xavier as having any rough seggs so aftercare in that sense isn’t a thing.

however

he does love to cuddle afterwards and will fall asleep with you in his arms if you let him.

lots of soft kisses to your face and stroking your hair as well.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

man loves his legs. those thighs? he knows they’re thicc from all the aerobics he does and will flaunt them shamelessly. booty shorts for days.

xavier is a boob man 100 percent. during seggsy time, he pays extra attention to your breasts, suckling on each nipple until they’re hardened to his liking. he also loves titty fucking you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he loves to eat you out until you release all over his face. having your cum drip down his chin and all over his jaw makes him extra hard.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

obviously, his time doing porn.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

this man knows exactly what he’s doing.

however, he’s not one to brag about how mind-blowingly amazing he is in the bedroom. he's humble.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he doesn’t have a favorite position. as long as his dick is inside of you, he’s having a great time.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

xavier is a humorous guy all around. he loves to crack jokes and make you smile, even when his cock is rearranging your guts. oftentimes, he’s usually funny without even having to try.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

considering it’s the 80s, he had some hair going on down there, but not to the point where it’s too much.

the carpet definitely does not match the drapes considering frosted tips aren’t his natural hair color. they’re more of a soft brown.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

there isn’t a time where xavier isn’t holding your hand while he’s fucking into you or pressing gentle kisses against your skin. physical touch is his love language.

as far as romance goes, he doesn’t need to try to be romantic, he just is. he can make having sex in a hot cabin at camp redwood romantic just the same as he could in his own apartment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

if he’s in the mood and you’re not around, he will most definitely stroke one out.

he likes to think of you while he does it, imagining it’s your lips or pussy instead of his hand.

he also not above throwing on his favorite porn and jerking it. he does this sometimes.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he’s not particularly kinky.

though he does get riled up if you pull on his hair.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere is a good place for him.

he does spend most of his time banging you in his apartment and van.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

hair pulling (as i mentioned above)

he really loves when a woman knows what she wants and goes for it. he thinks it’s incredibly sexy.

he loves to see you during aerobics class, especially when he’s the one instructing. he’ll make eye contact with you, giving you knowing looks when he has everyone lie on their backs and thrust up in the air.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

xavier refuses to degrade or physically hurt you during sex. he sees you as his equal, not someone who is beneath him in any way.

he won't let you peg him. like at all.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he's 50/50 on giving and receiving. 69 is something he likes to do a lot.

he is skilled at eating pussy. seriously, this man knows how to use his tongue and make you cum instantly. he'll also pull out of you in order to eat you out.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

xavier is all about you and how you want him to be. he mostly starts off slow and sensual, getting you used to his girth. he'll pick up a little speed once he's sure you're okay and ready for him to. if you tell him harder, he thrusts harder. if you say faster, he speeds up. the man aims to please.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

xavier loves quickies. he'll pull you onto his lap at the movie theater if he's in the mood, or he'll take you in the dressing room of whatever store you're in, or he'll fuck you in his van before going on a trip with the crew.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's open to experimenting. even though he's an actor, he hasn't tried roleplay before and will 10/10 do it if you want to. he also really wants to have a threesome with two girls. it's on his bucket list.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

if there's one thing xavier can say about his time doing porn, is that it gave him stamina. xavier will fuck you as many times as you want him to with no issues and will last a pretty decent amount of time.

he'll sometimes stay hard even after cumming. it's one of the things he prides himself on.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

xavier does not have his own toys, but he will use yours if you bring and/or want them to be used.

he doesn't necessarily like you to use them on him, except maybe having a vibrator trail along his shaft and balls, but that's about it.

xavier loves to use dildos and vibrators on you. don't be surprised if he uses a dildo for double penetration. he thinks that's super hot.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

xavier will start out trying to tease you - he'll give featherlight flicks of his tongue on your clit, torturosly slow strokes while he fingers you, but ultimately will give in because he can't take it and has to be inside of you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's totally fine with being loud and he knows how much it turns you on.

if y'all are in his apartment, he doesn't care if his neighbors can hear. but, if y'all are in a public or semi-public place, he likes to hold you close and moan in your ear. not too loud, but loud enough for only you to hear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

i've seen some people say that xavier is bi, but i really don't think so at all. i feel like he's traumatized from being forced to do gay porn and the thought of being with another man causes anxiety for him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

homeboi is PACKING.

his dick is about 8 inches and thiccc.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

all you have to do is tell him you feel horny, and he is ready to go.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

it depends, if he's fucked you for 3 or more rounds, he's exhausted and will fall asleep pretty fast. if he's only done one round, he won't be tired at all.

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[lavenderahs]

could you do a fanfic of michael taking care of the reader while they are sick :)

michael langdon fluff- taking care of you when you're sick

a/n - lowkey therapeutic to write bc i have a cold rn, literally haven't had motivation to write all day until i take nighttime cough medicine lol

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"baby, please let me do something" michael whines as y/n is sunken into the couch. "i'm telling you michael, its only a cold, ill be okay hun, go back to work" y/n reassures michael of her health as he grabs his bags. michaels one trait that sticks out is definitely how stubborn he is. no matter how many times when y/n is sick, he will go above and beyond to take care of her. "okay" he exhales as he prepares to return to work. "seriously, call me if you need anything" he says in a deep tone. "yes michael i know" y/n fusses at his stubbornness. he's already out the door before she could lecture him once again.

thing is, michael didn't go back to work. he would only have 2 or so hours left anyway, so he decided to take a shopping trip. he sits quietly in the target parking lot; staring at his notes app. "what should i get her" he messes with his scruff. he quickly jots down a few items he'd think y/n would enjoy. "okay, ive got time to kill" he whispers to himself as he exits his car. while michael searches for gifts, y/n stays put on the couch, secretly wishing michael could have stayed, knowing she loves the comfort but hates asking anyone for anything. it was just a cold but michael always knew how to take care of her. michael has a broken soul, yet i still see the spark of happiness in his eyes. people become intimated by his presence, but oh if they knew the way he curls up in my arms after a long day, how his heart races when you rest your head on his chest. as y/n ponders these sweet moments of michael, the need for him grows stronger.

"youre getting a lot huh?" the cashier chuckles at michaels purchases. his hands graze the back of his neck "uh- yeah, its for my wife, shes sick" the older woman's face lights up "it's good to know there are good men still out there" she smiles as michael pays. michael carries the bag of goodies to his car. his face dropping when the clock displays 4 pm. "gotta kill another hour" he whines out loud. deciding on calling a to-go order in at their most favorite restaurant, bar type food but satisfied the both of them. as michael waited on his order, he prepared y/n's gifts. he bought a simple sage green tote bag to hold all her gifts; knowing she could never have too many tote bags. he restocked the necessites; hair ties, new panties and a dainty bralette, a beautiful lavender scented lotion, and some of the exotic flavored cough drops. his eyes glued to a lounge set the moment he walked in the store; warm colored sweats with a white crop top. he loved spoiling y/n, and to finish off the goodies, he picked up a simple bouquet of daisies.

"darling I'm home" michael said in a singy-song tone. y/ns head popped up from the couch, giving michael an inviting smile. "wait!-close your eyes i have a surprise" michael whispers "what now michael" she giggles in excitement. as her eyes are glued shut, michael slowly sets the totebag filled with gifts by her side, along with the to go box filled with their favorite meals. in michaels right hand holds the bouquet of flowers. "okay....open!!" y/n's eyes look as if shes seeing fireworks. her mouth forms a warm smile as her eyes water. "m-michael.. i love you" she chokes out. the overwhelming feeling of love makes her burst with tears. michael quickly places the flowers down, and rushes beside her. his arms wrap gently around her, pulling her to his chest. "i love you babygirl, i thought this would cheer you up" y/n chokes out a giggle. she lifts her head out of his chest to place a gentle kiss on his lips. michaels chest is filled with utter happiness and love. "come on, let's look at what we got"

2 hours or so later; y/n, passed out from the cold medicine michael encouraged her to take, wearing michaels hoodie and one of the panties he bought her. michael lays sprawled out on the couch, not moving a muscle, to keep y/n comfortable. his hands fumble with her hair, soaking in this beautiful moment between them. michael stays all up for a few hours, making sure y/n is a deep sleep. he smiles at the utter happiness he feels. knowing he's okay now.

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[multific]

A Day Off

Xavier Plympton x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N, help me.” he cried again. 

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

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

“I can’t help. Try to stand up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He tried to touch you but you stopped him.

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

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

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

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

Maybe you should have more day offs like this one.

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

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[zodiyack]

It’s A Date

Requested by anon: Please!! Write that cute ask of Cody and the reader being on a failed date!! 😂 That sounds so cute!!

Pairing: Cody Fern x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, shy/possibly ooc!Cody, awkward tensions, me not proofreading

Words: 847

Summary: (See ask linked!)

Note: I’m aware some people dress fancy n stuff for dates, but this specific request/ask is for a more casually dressed reader. Just wanted to clarify. Also, this probably sucks, can’t confirm nor deny that so...enjoy!

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“Hello, my name is Sara, I’ll be your waitress today. I’ll take your order whenever you’re ready.”

Y/n nodded and smiled politely, but couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. She didn’t really have an interest in restaurants like such, but it wasn’t her choice in the first place. Matching with a hot dude on tinder was the cause of this night.

She wanted a simple date. The guy looked nice, and when they began talking over dms, he seemed nicer. Cody and Y/n met up and walked to the restaurant together, learning a lot about each other on the way, their interests in each other growing stronger with each word.

However, she didn’t think it’d be this fancy. She felt majorly underdressed; everyone in nicer clothing, even Cody wore an expensive looking outfit, not overly fancy yet not something you’d wear on a casual date. Y/n, on the other hand, dressed like she would any other date.

A modest choice of clothing that was in her both preference and price ranges. Cody told her she looked beautiful, which did make her smile, but that smile fell quickly when they entered the place.

Sara took their orders and walked off to drop them off in the kitchen and later return with their food. While they were waiting, Cody thought it’d be kind if he checked on Y/n, make sure she was having a good time.

“Are you alright? ...Not that you look- er- seem bad or anything.” He felt a small bit of cringe directed towards himself when he heard the words come from his mouth, the unnecessary addition probably making Y/n’s opinion worsen.

“I guess.”

“You guess?” Cody’s inner thoughts yelled at him to stop talking, but the words were spewing out faster than he could stop them.

“Yep.”

The silence was awkward, an equally as painful tension floating over the two. Although they were beginning to grow bored, they knew the dos and don’ts of dating; especially the rule about staying off your phone. So instead of scrolling through photos, texting friends, or really doing anything to pass the time, they sat in the silence even longer.

Y/n practically screamed a billion thanks to whatever god existed when the waitress returned with their food. They ate in a similar silence, this time with small comments about the food. Whilst they both seemed to love it, Y/n didn’t exactly feel comfortable, or even deserving of the food.

It didn’t help that she was sure she had been feeling eyes on her since she’d arrived, purely for her differences. She couldn’t blame them; a person dressed nowhere near as elegantly as everyone else, hair that wasn’t styled by a hairdresser for forty hours, a nearly makeup-less face- she stood out like a sore thumb.

Then came the paying part. The bill was the most expensive Y/n had seen, and if they were to each pay half, she’d probably be in debt. She looked at Cody with a sorry expression. “I can’t afford this-”

“I’ve got it, don’t worry.” He chuckled softly, not phased at all by the amount of money he was going to spend.

Y/n differed from him in that sense; she’d probably have a heart-attack if she had to pay for all of that herself- no, forget her having a heart-attack, her bank would be the one having a heart-attack.

Once everything was paid for, they were preparing to exit. Y/n was already ahead of Cody, rushing outside for a second of fresh air. The restaurant wasn’t stuffy or lacking in oxygen, it just made her feel suffocated. He followed after her, sincerely panicked.

“Are you alright? Did something happen? Do you need to pu-”

“No. I’m...I’m fine.”

“That’s pretty much all you’ve said tonight.” Cody tried to push away the awkwardness with some lighthearted humor but felt the mood grow worse. “You’ve hardly spoken all night. Did I do something wrong?”

“It’s just...” Y/n breathed slowly. She had to be honest if she wanted another date. “I’m not used to- to this. A fancy restaurant, an expensive dinner, luxurious outfits. I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Shit...” His smile dropped and his heart pounded with a panic. In his opinion, he’d fucked up beyond repair. And to make matters worse, he genuinely like Y/n. Even though it was their first physical date, they’d had many conversations via text and he felt like he was falling for her.

She observed his change in behavior. The absence of a cheery, romantic, Australian accent popping jokes and compliments was hard to miss.

“Next time, maybe we can go somewhere better, some place I like to call; my couch. We can stuff our faces full of pizza and watch some cheesy romance movies. Perhaps The Notebook, or Grease? It’s up for debate.”

“Next time?” The blond perked up, infamous grin back right where it belonged. “Yeah, I like it. Shall we say...Next weekend, seven o’clock?”

“Make it five. Don’t forget any snacks of choice. I’ll see you then.” She kissed his cheek and started on the journey to her car, fighting, and failing, the smile that graced her lips from widening as Cody called out to her one more time before they parted ways;

“It’s a date!”

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[certifiedmoth]

Could you do like a jealous Xavier smut? Pleaseeee

Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Xavier seethed as he pushed you up against the wall of the showers that he had managed to pull you in to.

“What are you talking about?” You smiled mischievously, completely aware as to why he was so angry with you.

It had been a long day - for both of you. You had seen some girls flirting with him this morning and a very pleased Xavier, who was much too eager to accept their praise and compliments. You hated how it made you feel. How you became possessive and a little hurt inside, if you were being honest, to see him interact so playfully with these random girls.

You thought, perhaps, he could use a little taste of his own medicine; just to know what it feels like to see your lover so ecstatic to be in the arms of another.

You knew it had to be Jerry, the one counselor Xavier just couldn’t stand; anybody else just wouldn’t have had the same effect. You had playfully ignored Xavier all day and instead chose to spend some time with sweet, sweet Jerry. It must have been when you sat next to him, instead of Xavier, at lunch in the mess hall that really got the message across.

With daggers in his eyes, Xavier got up from his seat, fixed his jacket casually and walked over to the other side of the table, where you were.

“Oh, hi there-“ you had started, with arrogance ringing in your voice, before Xavier grabbed onto your arm and basically pulled you out of your seat.

“We need to have a little chat,” he growled in your ear as he pulled you away from your oblivious coworkers.

And now here you were, pushed up against the wall of the deserted showers, under the harsh gaze Xavier directed at you.

“I said, what. are. you. doing?” his voice got dangerously low as his breathing deepened. “Ignoring me, to be with that prick? I mean... as if ditching me for breakfast or joining your group with his at the lake wasn’t enough? You had to go and basically sit on his lap at lunch? What the fuck is going on with you?”

“I didn’t sit on his lap, X... Don’t be so dramatic,” you rolled your eyes, feeling satisfied with the reaction you were getting out of him.

“I don’t want my girl anywhere near that fucking dick,” he pushed his body fully against yours, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “You’re MY girlfriend...” he nipped at your throat, feeling his possessiveness come out.

“It’s funny you say that. Because I thought you were my boyfriend, yet you were real friendly with Jenna and her crew this morning...”

He lifted his head from your neck, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, “Is that what this is about?” His eyes narrowed, challenging you and feeling his heart swell at the idea of you being jealous.

“No...” you averted his gaze, instead looking down at your feet and feeling a bit embarrassed at being caught, “it’s just that... boyfriends don’t usually flirt with others,” your voice got really quiet and your cheeks flushed with warmth.

He leaned in, a dangerous grin adorning his face, “Girlfriend’s don’t usually flirt with others, either,” he leaned in slightly, licking a gentle stripe against your bottom lip and grinding his hips into yours.

“I just couldn’t help it, Jerry’s so cute,” you said innocently, getting the exact reaction you wanted out of him as you saw the color drain from his face and his eyes glaze over in a heated anger that nearly scared you.

“You, uh...” his breathing deepened as his jaw grew tense, “think he’s cute?”

You hummed in response, “He’s really sweet and I just love all the attention he gives me, too... it’s great-“ you yelped as he flipped you over and pressed you against the wall, his hot breath fanning across your neck.

“You think this is funny? You think it’s okay to lie to your poor, sweet boyfriend and get him all riled up with jealousy, especially when he’s so, so good to you?” He spat out venomously, grinding his hardening length against your ass.

You tried to move from the wall but he pushed you further against it, pinning you under his large frame and chuckling in your ear. It excited you beyond belief to see and feel xavier like this - so dominant and possessive. He was usually a sweet and gentle lover but you knew all it took was a little push for this side of him to come out. Little did he know, it was basically his fault for the predicament you two were in something I’m sure he wouldn’t complain about too much.

“Baby,” you looked back at him, feigning innocence, “let’s just talk about this.”

“Oh, I have something better in mind... By the time I’m done with you, there will be no question about who you belong to.”

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[ashyblondwaves]

How would Xavier react to the reader being pregnant? Would he have a breeding kink?

Oooh 🥺 I feel like Xavier initially wouldn’t have a breeding kink but as soon as he finds out reader is pregnant, that’s when it would kick in.

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“Xav? Can you come here?”

Your words come out shakey and timid, an immediate sign that something is wrong.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Xavier asks, his voice growing louder as he nears the bathroom.

He barrels into the bathroom, stopping dead in his tracks when he finds you bracing yourself against the sink.

“I’m-uh, it looks like..” you give up trying to say the words and slide the small plastic device across the sink to Xavier.

He stares at it, eyes squinting as he brings it closer to his face.

“You’re..” he takes a deep breath and swallows heavily before continuing. “You’re pregnant?”

Words are still failing you. You nod, risking a look at Xavier. The color has drained from his face and he’s bracing himself on the sink now too. He looks back at you, down at your stomach as if you’d be showing right away.

“Say something,” you manage to croak out. “Please.”

“You’re pregnant?” He repeats. “Are you sure?”

Now you’re starting to get annoyed. You knew your body and you knew something was going on. Of course you’re sure.

“Yes,” you grit out “I’m two months late and these are 99% accurate.”

“Two months?! Why didn’t you tell me about this, babe?”

“Because!” You cry, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. “We’re not ready for a baby! What about your acting? All the auditions you go to? Our jobs. How are we going to manage a baby with everything else going on?”

“Oh, babe,” Xavier coos, pulling you into his arms. He plants a kiss on the top of your head. “Auditions can wait and the gym has a daycare. We can make this work, Y/N.”

“You’re not... mad?” You ask. “I mean, we didn’t plan for this.”

“Am I mad?” Xavier repeats. He almost sounds offended. “Mad that you’re carrying my baby?” His hand travels down, coming to rest on your stomach. “I could never be mad about that.”

There’s a hungry look in his eyes and you can feel the beginnings of an erection pressing against your thigh.

“Xavier!” You laugh, tears still streaming down your face. You look down at the way his pants are starting to tent out. “This is turning your on? Really?”

Xavier shrugs, smiling coyly. “I put a baby in you,” he whispers. He presses and kiss to your forehead and tilts your head up to look at him. “Let’s go celebrate.”

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[codyssfern]

PLEASE do write a blurb about cuddling with xavier i love my soft boy

your wish is command!!

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Sleepovers

(gif cred codyfernsource)

a/n: i apologize for the shittiness 😔 but here you guys go xoxo

warnings: cussing? (maybe)

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to be fair you never planned to spend your summer in a camp in the middle nowhere but everything and anything was sort of inevitable when it came to your friends. so when you found yourself laying in bed in your cabin at camp redwood with an arm around your best friend’s waist and a hand playing with his hair, you weren’t shocked.

your best friend being xavier. xavier plympton or as you and montana liked to call him “plumpton” that nickname specifically was no other than montana’s doing. she and xavier had a thing a while back, more of a fling than a serious relationship but montana has never learned to shut up about xavier’s butt.

“why are you moving so much?” xavier asks turning to face you.

oh yes. xavier plympton was indeed the little spoon.

“you are forcing me against my own will to be the big spoon so i think i have the right to move around until i feel comfortable.”

xavier clicks his tongue, “you know why i hate to be the big spoon,” you roll your eyes, “my clothes get all crumpled up.”

“they’re your pajamas not something you wear on a date!”

“so this isn’t a date?”

only you would agree to spend the whole summer stuck in some camp with the boy you liked and also cuddle him at his demands not thinking, in any way, how this could affect you.

“you know how i know this isn’t a date?” xavier looks at you, “cause there’s no way in hell you’d ask me to be the big spoon. you like to appear as ‘extra manly’ and cocky as you can around people you tend to want to bone.”

xavier was rather intrigued by your observations. i wasn’t a shock to him though, you two went way back. he was grateful for you. when you met him he was at his lowest and you’ve been nothing but his rock ever since. it was around you where he felt the most comfortable and like he could let his guard down.

“are you saying that just because i ask you to be the big spoon that i don’t want to ‘bone’ you?” he asks using air quotations.

you pout your lips, “well do you?”

“i mean,” he sits up leaning his back against the headboard, “can’t say i haven’t thought about it.”

you couldn’t believe you were having this conversation. this could either be heaving or hell, you thought to yourself.

“don’t bullshit me, xavier.”

he scoffs, “i’m not! and i’m not just saying that because we almost died yesterday at the hands of some stupid townsies either.”

you almost forgot that you and the gang were harassed all night last night by a couple of townsies dressed as mr jingles. a serial killer who massacred a group of councilors 14 years ago in this very camp.

“you know i was almost close to forgetting about that,” you sigh, “now i’m mad at you all over again for dragging my ass to this shithole.”

xavier groans so loudly you’re surprised brooke and montana were still passed out.

“don’t change the subject.” he says placing his hand on your knee.

you look at him. so pretty, you thought to yourself. with his stupid blonde streaked hair and blue eyes. this was so typical of him, flirting was like a sport to him. he’d be a gold medalist if flirting was actually a sport.

“i will, cause one; you’re annoying. two; brooke and montana are across the room and i don’t want them getting the wrong idea.” you pat his hand away from your knee, “now are we gonna go back to sleep or not?”

he hums, “on one condition,” you had no choice but to listen, “kiss me.”

you rolled your eyes so far back you were shocked they didn’t come out the back of your head.

“i don’t think so.” you cross your arms.

“c’mon don’t you wanna see if there’s a spark or something?” he was almost begging, “you can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

oh you had. for quite some time now but you weren’t just gonna give in just like that. were you?

“whatever gets your ass to sleep... i guess.”

your tone was almost unsure. you were unsure yet suddenly in a matter of seconds xavier closed whatever space was between the two of you. his lips were soft yet his kiss was fast paced and passionate. you wondered if he remembered that one druken kiss you guys shared the night he and montana broke up.

“i think,” you say between the kiss, “we should s-stop.”

he hummed against your lips but before he could say anything someone else did

“i think you should stop too!” montana says making you and xavier jump and hit your heads, “brooke and i just want to get some sleep and you two keep sucking each other’s faces off!”

“oh my god!” you scream, “how long have you been awake?!”

“let’s just say... i think we all felt the spark so go to freaking sleep.” she says before laying back down.

you kept mouthing ‘oh my god’ under your breath.

“calm down, babe,” xavier chuckles, “it’s just montana.”

you let out a weak smile before laying back down, “not really how i pictured that going.”

“she was right about one thing though,” you raise an eyebrow at him as he goes to lay back down as well, “there was a spark.”

you roll your eyes and turn around so your back was facing him.

“goodnight, xavier.”

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[langdvnshepherd]

I would like a oneshot in which the reader is Xavier's lover and Margaret kills her on the other side of the road (like Trevor's death) and Brooke helps to carry her to the other side. Fuffly/very angst

Ok not going to lie, but I probably couldn’t write an entire piece about this but the whole concept makes me 🥺

Just thinking about the sounds Xavier would be making as he screamed for you to keep trying to cross over into the camp makes my heart break. The broken sobs, the shaking voice, his cracking voice as he calls to you over and over. The tears streaming down his cheeks and the overwhelming look of grief on face when he came to realize that you weren’t going to make it, that he was going to have to watch the love of his life die just a few feet in front him and he can do absolutely nothing to stop it from happening or to save you (but goddamnit he does look beautiful when he cries). He watches the life quite literally leaving your body and he swears he would trade places with you if he could.

But imagine the state of relief and shock he’s in when Brooke emerges from around the corner. He doesn’t expect her to help you as he’s keenly aware of how much she hates everyone at Camp Redwood, so to see her hoist your frail and bleeding body up against her would make Xavier feel like he’s hallucinating.

You’d pass peacefully, with Xavier holding and rocking you in his arms as he cooed in your ear and told you everything was going to be alright. That it’s okay to let go and that you can just rest now. He moves your hair from your eyes with his hands that are soaked in your own blood, matting it and smearing it across your temples in the process. What you feel in your final moments are his tiny kisses being peppered across your cheekbones and closed eyelids, and countless whispers of “I love you so much, Y/N.”

Xavier cries a bit more once he realizes you’re gone, when he comprehends that’s he’s holding your lifeless corpse in his arms. Of course, you’ll be back in only a matter of minutes and able to spend eternity with him in the camp, but he can’t help but feel his heart ache just slightly as he realizes the one he loved the most is not physically on this earth any longer.

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[shenevertricks1831]

Promise

**A/N- So I’ve been seeing Pisces and some content involving it going around. I just saw it for the first time yesterday, and I got some inspiration for this very short blurb. I hope you all enjoy it. I don’t believe there is much Charlie content, so I cant imagine the tags included are to popular so please reblog if you like it and share some Charlie with your friends.

She felt the bed shift and rolled over to find her boyfriend gone. Rubbing her eyes she groaned. "It's to early, you can't get up yet." He chuckled, "Y/N you do realize it's almost 11 in the morning." Sure it was nearly 11 am, but they hadn't gone to bed til after 3am; they always stayed up way to late when he would stay at her house on weekends. Y/N sat up in her bed. "Fine, but where are you going?" She watched him as he got dressed, finding his discarded clothes strewn about her room from the night before."I told you last night remember, I have plans with Alex. We're gonna go fishing." Y/N bit her lip looking away from him. "You know I don't like you going to that waterfall. There's hardly any cell service out there, it's hard to get to," He came to the bed sitting behind her, wrapping his arms around her form. "I worry about you." She turned to look at him, "You can be very, impulsive." The both chuckled at her all to true statement. She took his face in her hands, cupping his cheeks and looking into his bright blue eyes. "Just promise me you won't do anything stupid, please Charlie." He brought a hand to caress the cheek, leaning in and kissing her gently before he pulled back. "Y/N, I promise you I won't do anything stupid."

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[fckinsupreme]

Xavier eating you out and getting caught, but the person who caught you doesn’t reveal themselves until you notice which is a while ;)

The boathouse was often quiet, empty, eerily still. Few things surprised you since your death at Camp Redwood, but the fact that the boathouse, of all places, was the quietest place in camp still did. It was where you & Xavier Plympton enjoyed going for your little rendezvous, due to how silent and secluded it all seemed. And that is exactly what you were doing that afternoon, as the hot July sun beat down outside and as the other ghosts were off doing their own things in the camp.

Xavier had you in one of the abandoned boats, which was on the floor rather than in the water. He knelt in the boat as you sat up slightly, his mouth working feverishly between your legs as your thighs wrapped around his head. The boathouse was usually quiet, yes, but not today; today, it was being filled with your moans, your cries of pleasure, your whimpering of his name repeatedly echoing off the water. Today, it was the scene of something wonderful, of some of the best pleasure you have ever felt, and you had no other care in the world but that.

You didn’t even mind when the overwhelming feeling of being watched came over you. It was unshakable, a heat creeping over your body & goosebumps that had nothing to do with what Xavier was doing. You had no idea who was watching you, or if you were just being paranoid, but you just didn’t care enough to stop & investigate. Let them watch; they were getting quite a show, and you hoped they were enjoying it. Even the thought of someone watching while touching themselves, a thought that would typically disgust you, was doing nothing to kill the mood.

“Xavier,” you groan as his tongue pushes inside of you, your eyes rolling back as he fucks you with it. “You feel so fucking good…”

“You taste even better than that,” Xavier says, looking up at you, that stray piece of hair falling onto his forehead.

“Xavier, do you feel like…mmm…” you begin, cut off as his lips wrap around your clit. “Do you feel like we are being watched?”

He doesn’t answer, instead gripping your thighs even tighter as a form of reply. He eats you out vigorously, his mouth exploring every inch of your cunt as you moan in appreciation. Your spectator is forgotten in that moment, and all you can focus on is Xavier. His hot breath fanning over your cunt, the velvety feel of his tongue, the soft plumpness of his lips, the feeling of his hands all over your lower body, it erased all other worries from your mind. You feel the coil in your stomach building, tightening, until it threatens to snap in one of the most intense orgasms you would possibly ever experience.

Only you don’t get that far.

Before you had a chance to experience your climax, a sound came from the far side of the boathouse. Both you & Xavier jumped in surprise, your eyes wide as you look toward the source of the noise. It doesn’t take long for either of you to discover the source, as Montana Duke steps out of the shadows with a wide grin on her face. There is no joy behind that smile, nor any pleasantry; it was sinister, evil, angry even. Your blood ran cold at the sight of her, with a knife in hand, and Xavier gripped you protectively as Montana took a step closer.

“Relax, Simon Le Bon,” Montana says to him, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “I’m not here to hurt her.”

“What are you doing here, then?” Xavier asks, looking at her with a raised brow, still holding you protectively.

“I heard noises and came to investigate,” Montana says, batting her lashes before pouting mockingly. “I thought maybe someone was up to no good, and turns out I was right.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you say. “We all know that’s bullshit. You wanted to come in here to kill me again, because you were no doubt spying on us and saw us come in here.”

“Always with the assumptions,” Montana says with an eye roll.

“You’re holding a knife,” you say, pointing it out. “The very one you used to kill me the first time, to be exact.”

“You’re still hung up on that?” she asks.

“Kinda hard not to be,” you say venomously. “You were so jealous of the fact that Xavier was fucking me, and you couldn’t stand it. You got pissed and stabbed me to death in front of him, as though he wasn’t already traumatized enough. And now you want, what? For us to forgive you? For Xavier to come running back to you, after all you did? If that’s what you think, you’re more delusional & fucked up in the head than I thought.”

Montana studies the knife, a wicked grin on her face. “I guess that’s for you to find out, hm? I have a feeling the three of us are gonna have a little fun, and I don’t think it’s gonna involve murder. Unless one of you wants to step out of line, and where is the fun in that?”

“What are you fucking talking about?” Xavier asks.

“I have a proposition,” she says. “And before you say no right away when you hear it, maybe you should just listen.”

You and Xavier exchange a glance, preparing yourselves for what might come tumbling out of her mouth.

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[littledemondani]

what about xavier devouring the reader's drenched pussy after skinny dipping with him in the lake, the two of them soaking wet and aching for each other?? hhh

Pairing: Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: skinny dipping, oral (female receiving)

Word Count: 1K

A/N: This is everything I want with Xavier 😩 Also, it turned out a lot longer than I had planned. oops 🤭

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“Xavier, what if someone sees? What if Margaret sees?”

“Well, then she gets a show. What is she gonna do, anyway? Kick us out of the camp? She needs us,” Xavier says as he takes off his signature purple jacket, tossing it onto the docks below him.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You follow suit, removing your acid wash jean jacket and the rest of your clothes. Xavier had brought up skinny dipping in the lake on the way up here, how the two of you would sneak off when everyone had fallen asleep. But that was before you met Margaret, the camp’s owner. She was the definition of a bible thumper, preaching and shoving her godly beliefs in everyone’s faces.

Her main belief being sexual intercourse outside of marriage was the ultimate sin, stating you all had to be abstinent. Xavier laughed it off and made fun of her, but something about her unsettled you. Made you feel like she wasn’t someone to mess with. However, it was late and she was probably already asleep, so, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

Xavier dives into the lake first, shaking his wet hair when he comes up. He turns to you, still on the dock, and does a ‘come here’ motion with his finger. You smile and jump in after him, swimming to meet him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, running his large hands up and down your back.

“I know you’re a little worried, but nothing is going to happen. Okay? I got you.” He leans forward, pressing his soft, plump lips to yours. The rest of your time in the lake is spent playing tag, racing to see who could swim the farthest (you won, of course), exchanging flirty/teasing glances, teasingly rubbing your ass against his hardening cock, him teasing your pussy with featherlight touches, small kisses that stopped once they got too heated.

You were pressing open-mouthed kisses to Xavier’s neck while your hand was wrapped around his thick, heavy cock, lazily stroking him. He tilted his head back, allowing you better access to his neck and groaning at the feel of your hand around him. He settled his hands on your ass, squeezing before swatting you. As much as he wants you to continue, he would much rather please you, wanting nothing more than to hear your sweet whimpers and soft moans.

He grabs your hand that’s wrapped around his cock, stopping your motions and whispers. “I want to taste you, babe. Come on, follow me.” He leads you to the dock, motioning for you to get on and lay down. He gets out after you, looking around to make sure no one is around before parting your legs and laying between them.

He gently nips, sucks, and kisses your left inner thigh, moving teasingly slow towards your cunt. He runs his tongue along your lips, a mixture of your arousal and the taste of the water on your skin filling his mouth. You peer down at him through thick lashes, your eyes meeting his piercing blue ones, darkened with lust.

“xav..” you breathe, squirming slightly as he continues to tease you, licking and sucking everywhere on your pussy except where you need him the most. he simply chuckles against your soft skin, hooking his arms underneath your thighs and pulling you closer to him.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He sucks on your outer lip for a moment before circling his finger around your dripping hole. “Always wanting to jump straight into it. But where’s the fun in that? Hm?”

He licks a broad stripe from your ass all the way to your clit, flicking the small nub only once, smirking at your frustrated whimpers when he doesn’t continue. You need him so fucking badly, need him to use his skilled tongue and mouth on your aching pussy. You try begging him, saying he was the only one who could make you feel good, the only one who could bring out the pretty moans that he loved so much, the only one who could make you dripping wet with just a single look.

You saw the change in his eyes, how much darker they grew with each word that came out of your mouth and you had him right where you wanted him. He ran his tongue through your folds once more before latching onto your throbbing clit, sucking feverishly. You let out a filthy moan, tossing your head back as you run your fingers through his damp bleach blonde hair. 

“Holy fuck, Xav. That feels amazing,” you say as you pull harshly on his hair.

He moaned against your clit, the vibration sending a shiver down your spine and settling deep in your abdomen. He moved down to your entrance, his tongue circling around your hole before dipping inside, his nose brushing against your clit.

Your eyes flutter as his tongue massages your spongy walls, bucking your hips against his face. He licked and sucked his way up to your swollen clit, taking it into his mouth and sucking once more.

The sounds coming out of your mouth, the taste of you on his tongue, the way you’re grinding against his face all go straight to Xavier’s already achingly hard cock. He pumps two fingers in and out of your cunt, bringing you even closer to your orgasm.

He feels your walls clenching around his fingers as he brushes them against that certain spot that makes you unravel. “You gonna be a good girl and cum for me, babe?” He asked, his voice raspy and thick.

You try to speak but all that comes out are whimpers and whines. each swipe of his tongue, of him fucking his fingers into you, of his lips wrapped around your clit, sends your orgasm hurling towards you.

With one more pump of his fingers, you cum, shouting his name without giving one single fuck about who heard you. He smiles as you cum, licking you through your orgasm.

He climbs up your body and kisses you passionately, rubbing the tip of his cock through your folds. “You really want to do this here?” you ask, quirking your eyebrow.

“Here..in the Vanta-c..against a tree..” he says as he pushes his heavy cock into you. “I’ll fuck you all over this goddamn place, in front of whoever.”

//

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[hecohansen31]

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

(A/N): Hey guys! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were pregnant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

… or just maybe you could tell the truth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He then kissed your forehead.

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

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

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

But then you heard him speak:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Always Been

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In The Shadows

Have You

Fingers Crossed

Hugs

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Mornings

True Happiness

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Her Love

Unusual Relationship

His Birthday

Soulmate Soulmate!AU

Destined

Pet   Part 2  Part 3

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Hail Us

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Xavier Plympton

I see You

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In The Dark

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His Follower

One Week

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[jocelynscloset]

May I also request a small little blurb of making up after your first fight with Xavier..

“Babe, I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t know that we were exclusive,” Xavier reasoned. You shot him a dirty look, crossing your arms and curling further into your spot on the creaky cabin mattress. 

“Xav, I died here to be with you. Of course I don’t want you to go around kissing anyone.” He bit his lip and sat down beside you cautiously. 

“I get it. I’m really sorry, Y/N, I mean it. I know you sacrificed a lot to stay here with me and I’ll never take that for granted again, okay?” A few moments passed in silence before you nodded and opened your blanket-clad arms for him. He smiled and instead of laying down in your embrace, he pulled your arms toward him so you were resting on his lap with your chest pressed against his. “What would you say if I told you I had a way to make it up to you?”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, but you knew you were gonna do whatever it was anyway. “Oh really?” He grinned and reached up to kiss you, letting his hand rise to rest on your cheek and guide you against him. 

“I’m gonna make you feel real good, babygirl,” Xavier panted, finally breaking from your lips. “You won’t even remember that this afternoon ever happened.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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