#《small shot》

[kawaii-angelanne]

shot to the heart | xavier thorpe x reader

CW/TW: none i can think of!

KEY TAGS: spoiler-free (can be interpreted as pre-canon), gender neutral reader, second/third pov (told in xavier's perspective), strangers to ???, flustered xavier <3

WORD COUNT: 1189

CROSS POST: ao3

OPENING NOTE: thanks for clicking on this! please do not repost, copy, modify, or overall plagiarize this work anywhere else please. plagiarism is never acceptable, both in mla 8 format and in fanfiction! for translations, message me, and we can talk about it! reblogs, comments, and likes are super appreciated :>

SUMMARY: "The moment the words leave your lips, he lets go along with a breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding in. In the blink of an eye, the arrow shoots no more than an inch above the target’s red center. That was the closest he’s ever been to bullseye, and his heart pounds from both the achievement and how your body is still pressing against his."

Or where you teach Xavier how to properly shoot a bow and arrow, landing an arrow straight into the target and into his heart.

“So, are you the only member of the Archery Club?” 

Xavier Thorpe, caught-off guard by your unexpected entry, prematurely lets go of the recurve bow’s string. The arrow sails weakly in the air before sinking sadly into the leaf-covered grass and not into the target. 

“Uh, yeah,” he awkwardly lowers his bow and turns to look at you, confusion coloring his features, “Are you…interested in joining?” 

“Maybe,” you shoot him a playful, close-lipped smile before launching yourself off of the small pyramid of hay you were sitting on, “How long have you been doing archery for? A few weeks?” 

“More or less,” he returns to shooting arrows while paying you no mind, “What about you? Ever shot a bow and arrow before?” 

“I have,” you answer just as ambiguously, whistling as his last arrow lands on the blue outer ring, “For the two arrows that are on there, you don’t have terrible grouping. At least they’re all in the same ring! What’s the distance? Fifteen to twenty yards?” 

“...Fifteen,” his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, slightly irritated that you’re acting like you’re the member of the Archery Club, not him. 

“Can I see your stance again, please?” you move closer to him with your hands behind your back.

His brows furrow with an unwelcome sense of inferiority, “Why?” 

Your lips curve into another impish grin, eyes gleaming with unknown intent, “You’ll see.”

With a grievous sigh, he follows your request, placing his feet apart and standing perpendicular to you. He adjusts his posture, squaring his shoulders.

“Okay, so far so good.… Now, pull back on the bow, please.” 

What are you, an archery instructor or something? 

Still, he does as you ask. After slotting an arrow below the nocking point and above the arrow rest, his three fingers grip the bowstring. He pulls back on the string. With minimal struggle, he tries to remain as still as possible, refusing the bow to lean one way or the other. His expression pulls into itself, brows furrowed even more for better concentration. 

“I see, I see…” you merely mutter to yourself, leaning in closer to further observe his archery ability, “Now, release.” 

At your command, he wastes no time shooting the arrow, relieved after having to pull back for so long. Due to the prolonged drawback, Xavier’s accuracy severely declined, the arrow plunging its tip into the upper-left corner of the target. 

“Your problem,” you point a finger up, as if you solved the mystery, “is that you seem to have a little difficulty maintaining a stable posture when pulling back on your bow and when releasing the arrow. Not enough to be concerning, but enough to affect your performance. Do you know how much your drawback is?” 

“Uh,” he searches the bow for an answer but to no avail, finding only plain wood, “This is just the bow the school has. I have no idea.” 

“You’d think the school would offer better recurve bows then, with the money we pay them,” you crack a joke, lightly jabbing him in the ribs, and then extend a hand out, “May I?” 

Xavier just stares blankly at you and then your outstretched hand, confused as to what exactly you’re asking for. With an urgent wave of your fingers towards the bow, he finally understands and quickly hands it over, slightly embarrassed that he didn’t understand you at first. 

You get into position and pull back on the bowstring with ease, soon letting it go and returning the bow to him, “Yeah, this bow’s drawback is a few pounds outside of your range. You should be handling a bow with a drawback of forty to fifty-five pounds. For today, you can use that bow, but let’s see if we can ask Weems for another bow.” 

“…Okay…” he replies, uncertain as to how to respond to such a level of authority from someone he’s never even met before.

Really, he’s grateful for all your help, but, as a member of the severely underpopulated Archery Club, he feels as if he should be the one telling you this. However, he will admit, even though he has no idea as to what your skill level actually is, you do sound like you know what you’re talking about. So, he supposes he can play along for now. 

“I have to go to the Weathervane soon to meet up with some friends, but let’s improve your shot first,” you now move behind his back, “Reload your arrow, please.” 

With a resounding click against the taut string, he sets the arrow in place and pulls back. He adjusts his posture and is ready to release before a set of palms suddenly rests on his shoulders, your chest brushing against his back. He flinches greatly at the surprise contact but not enough where he would have to reset his posture entirely. His eyes saccade rapidly between you and the target, unsure as to where he should be focusing on. 

With a hard swallow, he tries his best to form a coherent thought before speaking, “What…what’re you—?”

“Relax your shoulders,” you’re practically whispering in his ears due to your close proximity, which sends his heart beating so fast, he’s afraid you can hear it, “Lower your aim a little to the right…. Now down…. Perfect. Steady your breathing, remain calm…”

How is he supposed to “remain calm” with you so close to him!?

You remove your hands from his shoulders but still stay right behind him, your voice prickling his skin, “Now…let it fly.”

The moment the words leave your lips, he lets go along with a breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding in. In the blink of an eye, the arrow shoots no more than an inch above the target’s red center. That was the closest he’s ever been to bullseye, and his heart pounds from both the achievement and how your body is still pressing against his. 

“Great job!” you cheer and step away, picking up your bag that was slumped against the haystack you were sitting on before, “Well, I got to go now, but I’ll see you next time! Toodles!” 

Too overwhelmed from what just happened, he watches your retreating form become smaller and smaller. Unlike him, you weren’t fazed at all, even bobbing your head to whatever music you were listening to with your headphones. 

Just who are you? He never even got your name! Are you in the same year as him? How come he’s never seen you? 

Questions flood his mind, and, before he ends up drowning in them, he decides to end the day and packs away the bow and arrows. He feels his cheeks heat up remembering how your body felt against his and how your instructive tone, distinctly different from your lighthearted one, sent shivers down his spine. 

Run. He needs a run before his memory of you, albeit brief, consumes him entirely. 

Zipping his bag, he slings it over his shoulder and heads straight to his dorm to change into more comfortable wear, hasteful to try to forget about you until the next Archery Club meeting. 

ENDING POST: xavier thorpe is my everything. i eat, breathe, and sleep xavier thorpe.

no, seriously, this is the product when you multiply my hyperfixation of xavier thorpe, my toxic trait of "i can shoot a bow and arrow better than xavier thorpe can even though i have not touched a bow in years," and my procrastination of homework.

and i have just been so inspired by the fanfiction everyone is making for this man! seriously, i have not found a greater treasure trove of fanfiction for a character in so long (the jealousy and friends to lovers trope <33) ; amazing kudos to the talented authors of this fanbase! i hope i contributed to such an incredible collection of stories for xavier thorpe just as much as everyone else has <3

[themaymorning]

[kurxo]

They're going to beat you to d-

[ratcandy]

alright baby after a full SEVEN HOURS, here's a rough little thing .

When I first got Shamura in my cult and realized they had seemingly completely lost their memories, I was just immediately reminded of this scene from Bojack Horseman and. well it plagued me for AGES until I finally went insane to make this thing.

'cause i mean . angsty ass men who have so much pent up rage towards a family member who treated them poorly but cannot properly express it due to said family member lacking any memory of it. amiright

some frames i like:

[canisalbus]

If you ask me, the best thing about characters with long snouts is that once they actually open their mouths properly, their entire head just sort of splits in two. Grotesquely.

[zarla-s]

sometimes you just have to tolerate your SO's weird interests.

[patreon]

[c6jpg]

Well? Have I convinced you yet?

[youreastargirl]

Okay okay hold on.

You’re telling me that Derek Hale is living in Beacon Hills owning an auto shop and consulting for the sheriff and having a rebellious teenage son who loves the jeep and in the first twenty seconds of being on screen Derek says to the sheriff “Maybe you should call your son?” Like I literally paused it.

Seriously considering keeping it paused and just writing a fanfic to finish it out because this is a beautiful premise that right now is canon. I accept the first 20 minutes of this movie. The rest we can toss.

[lettherightrobin]

vancouver island, british columbia

[kawaii-angelanne]

glimpse of us | xavier thorpe x reader

CW/TW: none i can think of!

KEY TAGS: spoilers before the fifth episode, gender neutral reader, second/third pov (told mostly in xavier's perspective and then your perspective at the end), exes, angst, miscommunication, jealousy, lowercase

WORD COUNT: 895

CROSS POST: ao3

OPENING NOTE: thanks for clicking on this! please do not repost, copy, modify, or overall plagiarize this work anywhere else please. plagiarism is never acceptable, both in mla 8 format and in fanfiction! for translations, message me, and we can talk about it! reblogs, comments, and likes are super appreciated :>

SUMMARY: "what is not impossible to tell is how much fun you’re having with them. your bubbly laughter fills the room, infectious enough for those nearby to join in. you then swat your companion to on the shoulder, loudly complimenting their supposedly immense humor.

he should be the one to make you laugh like that, not them."

or where xavier can't move on from you

what is not impossible to tell is how much fun you’re having with them. your bubbly laughter fills the room, infectious enough for those nearby to join in. you then swat your companion on the shoulder, loudly complimenting their supposedly immense humor.

what is not impossible to tell is how much fun you’re having with them. your bubbly laughter fills the room, infectious enough for those nearby to join in. you then swat your companion on the shoulder, loudly complimenting their supposedly immense humor.

what is not impossible to tell is how much fun you’re having with them. your bubbly laughter fills the room, infectious enough for those nearby to join in. you then swat your companion on the shoulder, loudly complimenting their supposedly immense humor.

he should be the one to make you laugh like that, not them.

he stares bitterly at your shaking form tittering on the lab stool, hoping his glower seers into the back of your neck. enough for you to turn around even for just a second.

unfortunately, you don’t spare him even a mere glance, and he gives up, returning back to his sketch of you. despite your back to him, he can remember every detail of you perfectly, from the shape of your eyes to the softness of your lips.

“what happened to your neck?”

he immediately snaps his notebook closed and looks up to find none other than wednesday addams on the other side of table, “jesus, do you always sneak up on people like that? and i…got that from fencing.”

“hmm,” she gives him a one-over before redirecting her gaze to his drawing, “you seem to draw (y/n) a lot.”

“so what?” he can’t bother with wednesday’s annoyingly typical curiosity today.

she slides into the seat right next to him, removing her small black backpack off of her shoulders, “what is your relationship with (y/n)? more and more paintings of them fill your shed rather than paintings of the hyde, which does indeed make you appear less suspicious.”

“an old friend, nothing more,” he answers curtly, not wanting to delve further into his former relationship with you. where is ms. thornhill anyways?

“according to enid’s blog, ‘old friend’ is code for ex,” wednesday peers at him with her wide, dark brown (so dark brown, they should be considered black) eyes, their emptiness practically consuming him whole, “first bianca, now (y/n)? am i to be your next victim in your seemingly-endless string of lecherous crimes?”

when a pair of red boots march into the room, he tosses his pencil in his book and closes it, “trust me, that’s not what i’m doing.”

just when ms. thornhill begins the lecture, it doesn’t take long for bianca and wednesday to engage in another one of their tense yet mildly amusing battle of wits, answering questions at rapid fire. even you laugh at their competitiveness…or was it perhaps at whatever the person sitting next to you was whispering to you? xavier didn’t want to turn around this time, finding the lesson more interesting than whoever was the new object of your desires. after all, it’s been how many months since the two of you broke up? you’re over it, and he’s over it. end of story.

or, so he tries to convince himself.

with nothing better to do, he opens his small notebook again and begins drawing to distract himself, lines crosshatching and overlapping with one another.

the bell rings to signal the end of class, and xavier surveys what his thoughts led him to. unsurprisingly, it’s another drawing of you, and, almost unwillingly, the picture morphs from your still expression to your vibrant smile. with a disgruntled sigh, he slams the book shut, even tempted to rip out that page and burn it for no one to see.

“someone appears to be upset,” wednesday, who he honestly forgot was still there, comments bleakly as her eyes saccade from his notebook to him.

before he can retort, the person sitting next to you loudly asks you to the rave’n. he can’t stop himself from looking this time, his heart sinking at the sight of them handing you a small bouquet. while you have yet to answer, your flushed cheeks tell him everything. he expected people to ask you to the dance, but he was hoping he would get to ask you first. he just…hasn’t found the courage to after not talking to you since he started dating bianca.

he turns back to wednesday, easily looming over her, and his mouth moves faster than his brain, “want to go to the rave’n with me?”

almost imperceptibly, wednedsay’s eyes widen before quickly reverting back to their normal size. they focus on xavier’s neck and then back to xavier.

“…thought you’d never ask.”

as she stood there, xavier finds himself staring into wednesday’s soulless eyes, trying to find a mere glimpse of you.

and just like with bianca, it doesn’t work.

from the corner of your eye, you’re not surprised to see xavier and wednesday with each other. while zach, who you’ve never even talked to before today, anticipates your answer, you managed to listen in on their conversation despite being so far away. so, xavier’s taking wednesday to the dance?

with a sigh and newfound resolve to move on—the foul hopes of bianca being a rebound prevented you from such—, you smile brightly and accept zach’s bouquet. you giggle at his excitement, but, while doing so, you can’t help but stare into his eyes, trying to find a mere glimpse of xavier.

unfortunately, it doesn’t work.

ENDING NOTE: man i remember reading all the xavier x reader jealousy oneshots last month...i hope ppl haven't moved past him like reader has LOL and yes this was inspired by glimpse of us by joji teehee

the first half before ms thornhill comes is in absolute FIRE in my op, but im not the hugest fan of everything after </33 i was finishing this up in a bookstore, and three of my classmates bumped into me 😭😭😭😭 they saw me writing this and....yea LOL nah but they know i alr write fanfic, so it should be fine...right... LOL i hope you all enjoyed and if you are having midterms like i am, good luck!!! you're going to do #splendid, i j know it <33

[themaymorning]

Concept: you put on your favorite album and you slowly browse my titty pics. ✨

[thefutilevisions]

mentally, i’m here

[heysweetbee]

bet we could make enough room for two here :p

[imyourbratzdoll]

pls pls write Luke Danes smut with a petite reader. size difference and stomach bulge pls. also praising if you want to

hi, wow it feels like I haven't written anything in forever and I hope I brought your request to life!

summary - growing up small came with some disadvantages but not when it came to having luke in your life.

warning - smut, swearing, creampie, dirty talk, praising, stomach bulge.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by the user on my other stories who I think sadly deactivated.

You were tiny compared to everyone else, you had been since high school where you would always be constantly teased. The one highlight though was having a somewhat protector, a boy older than you by the name of Luke Danes would always stand up for you and fight those who’d make you cry. The sad part was catching feelings for him and knowing he’d never return them. 

So, a few years later. All grown up (but still ridiculously small), you head towards the diner. The only way to start your day was with one of Luke’s coffees, you just didn’t know how different the day would end. The little bell went off, signalling that you had entered, causing Luke to look in your direction. His eyes brush over you before turning back to a customer, until his head whips around and he glares at your shirt. You give him a soft smile before practically skipping over to one of the free stools, pouting slightly as it feels as though you must climb it just to sit on it.

After Luke is done with the customer, he storms over and behind the counter before leaning over, his face nearly touching yours as he growls and glares. “What do you think you’re doing walking out in public wearing a shirt like that?!” 

You frown, not understanding what he’s talking about until you look down and realise the shirt you had thrown on. There you sit, wearing a small denim skirt and a tight pink shirt that reads ‘I bet she bangs like a fairy on acid.’ You look back up at Luke and pout, “I didn’t mean to… This was the only clean shirt I could find, a–and…” You huff, wondering why you felt the need to explain yourself to him, you were a grown woman but the way he towered over you caused all your brain cells to fly out the window. Your arms cross over your chest, “I don’t need to explain myself to you. You aren’t my father!” 

Luke rolls his eyes before walking around the counter and practically lifting you from your seat, his beefy tanned arms bulging slightly as he carries you past the curtain and up the stairs to his apartment. “No, I’m not your father, but I’m sure as hell not going to let you walk around dressed like a slut.” You gape at him, wondering why you could feel yourself clench around nothing, tingles set aflame on your puffy clit. He places you down gently after you both enter his place, before walking over to his closet and pulling out one of his flannel shirts. “You are going to put this on, and I don’t want to hear a peep from you about it, understood?” His glare causes your thighs to squeeze together, and you know he’s noticed it. 

You squeak as you back into the door, Luke slowly making his way over to you. Each step, each thud his footsteps make cause your pussy to clench, slick gathering between your thighs. He looks like a predator, and you are his prey. “Are you seriously getting turned on by this?” You let out a whimper, lashes batting up at him as he towers over you again. His hand grips your jaw gently, making sure all your attention is on him and unknowingly causing your knees to buckle. “I knew you were a little slut ever since I stood up for you. You couldn’t hide the way you felt.” He leans closer. “You want to know how I know?” 

You whine, nodding and looking up at him with hooded eyes. “Because I walked in on you during the game, you thought everyone was too busy watching, but I had taken a short break. Imagine my surprise when I hear your soft little whimpers, and an even bigger one. You kept calling out my name, while you gripped one of my shirts and humped your pretty little hand.” You gasp when you feel him pressed himself against you, your eyes widening when you imagine how you are possibly supposed to take him. You squeal when you are suddenly lifted from the ground, flung like a ragdoll onto the bed, too dazed to notice him crawling on top of you. 

“Are you going to be a good little girl for me?” His bulge rubs against you while his hand moves up to grip your chin. You blink, his words sound as though they are underwater because all you can focus on is the tingles running throughout your body and how pretty his eyes look. You feel yourself clench as he slaps your cheek softly, repeating himself causing you to nod. A dumb look accompanying your face. 

Everything moves so fast, or it could’ve happened slow… You didn’t know, everything felt good and fuzzy. One second you had clothes on and the next you were completely naked in front of your crush, your mind was exploding. Luke groans, gripping the base of his cock and rubbing the tip through your folds. “You’re so wet already, baby. You think you can take me?” You nod, need erupts throughout your body as your dream is finally coming true.

“P–please, Luke.” You whine, wiggling your hips as you try and press yourself closer to him. Your walls becoming slicker at the sheer size you feel against you. “I’ll be good!” Your eyes roll into the back of your head, back arching off the bed as Luke slowly pushes in. Groans fall from his lips as he thrusts through your tight hole, your walls gripping him and pulling him deeper. 

“Holy fuck…” His eyes rest upon your stomach, noticing how your stomach bulges from how deep he is. “You’re doing so good, baby. You’re such a good girl.” His hands grip your hips as he begins to thrust hard and fast, splitting you open and fucking you dumb. “My good girl. So good you’ll wobble back down to the diner with my cum dripping down your legs.” He growls, lying flat against you as his hips frantically move. 

“U–uhhh, mmm.” You try to speak but can’t. Your mind feels a thousand miles away and the only thing you can think about is how good Luke feels thrusting in and out of you. You can feel the veins on his cock throb with each movement, his thick tip pounding into your sweet spot. Your hands fly up and grip onto him, burying your face into his neck as you feel your orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast. 

“You going to cum, little baby?” His thick voice rumbles throughout your body, sending shivers directly to your core causing you to clench around him. “Fuck. Be a good girl and cum for me.” Your eyes disappear as he fucks into you, causing your orgasm to rip out of you, covering him. Luke groans, his head rolling back as his cock throbs and twitches, balls tightening before he releases deep inside of you, thick ropes of cum covering your tiny walls until he softens. He moves slowly, making sure not to harm you as he pulls out and receives a cloth that he uses to clean you with. “You, okay?”

You hum, eyes slipping closed as your body tingles. Luke smiles as he watches you before lying next to you. Screw the diner, Caesar can take care of it for now. 

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[marvelousbelladonna]

Taliesin as Sir Dante Terrapin

Sam as Pango Small

Liam as Xarlo Grandall

Travis as Kexon Peros

Laura as Sweetpea Betabean

Ashley as Oppy Betabean

Marisha as Bunnie

The Menagerie

[chirpsythismorning]

This being the first time Will talked to or even looked directly at Mike since the airport is hilarious. Like I just know Mike was having heart palpitations as he flip-flopped away afterwards, still processing what just happened, only for him to jump back in with that vomit green sock joke, all confident like now we're cooking! as if it he wasn't about to tell the worst joke ever known to man i'm crying