#Wednesday fic

[kaicubus]

Distraction | Xavier T.

warnings ✩° : mutual pining, angry(?) confession, teasing, competition, cursing, rivals to lovers, both reader and xavier are 17-18 years old, fluff but also a tad spice.

pairing ✩° : xavier thorpe x fem!reader

premise ✩° :  on the day of the annual poe cup, you're put against your academic rival, xavier thorpe, and you don't want to lose. however, he has other plans of  getting the upper hand with you and knows exactly how to get his way. hes knocking out two birds with one stone, if you will.  

word count ✩° : 3.4k

authors note ✩° : this was done in literally a few hours bc i’m obsessed and it needs to be addressed.

The rules were simple.

They always have been. Follow what the people in charge told you and don't disappoint. If you disappoint them then you disappoint the whole community and what good are you if you're a disappointment. It was hard not to see school, ground zero for being the best, as a competition. In fact, you thrived working towards a goal of being superior than everyone else; maybe it was due to the fact that no matter what was put in front of you, you could understand it and write it off as done as soon as you wrote your name. However, there were some things you didn't get at times and that frustrated you.

Over the time you’ve known him, it’s been test after test, assignment after assignment, obscure experiment after obscure experiment to prove to this seemingly effortlessly perfect creature that you’re better than him, only for you to miss his mark by one. point.

“Maybe you should think less about being better than me and more about the material, Y/n.” Xavier would say, “But don’t worry, you ALMOST got the same score as me.”

It wasn't his snarky comments or obviously stronger memory than you that made you over the top angry, no, it was the fact that you couldn't understand how he was doing it. Nothing made sense and the feeling of not knowing made looking into his stupid hazel eyes, gazing at his sharp and defined side profile, and wispy long hair all the more annoying. Everything has to have answers. So why did he make your throat tighten every time you spoke to him? Or your face flush with dark shades of pink and red? It had to be anger. There was no other explanation.

All of the rivalry would eventually lead you both up to the annual Poe Cup. A boat race amongst four teams, five members from each house all stuck together on their respective hand crafted boats each representing a different Edgar Allen Poe poem.

You're on The Black Cat team while Xavier’s on The Amontillado team. For a whole week you spend with your team, preparing for the race and to utterly destroy Xavier because this will finally prove to yourself that you’re good at him at something.

“You ready to beat the shit out of Xavier, Y/n?” Your friend who knows your rivalry with the guy smiles at you, “Once WE have that cup he has to realize that all he is to you, is dirt.” She was right.

“Relax, F/n, why ruin my chances with excitement when I can take all of that and shove it in his face at the very end.”

Your other team mate taps you both on your shoulders, “You guys ready? It’s almost time.” With that, you watch everyone file into their boats, Xavier included, and so you and your friend make your way into your own seats. However, just before you adjust your headband on your head, you decide to catch a glimpse of the destined losers on each side of you. Though no one else is important right now other than seeing him, so you give a side eyed glance in Xavier’s direction.

To your surprise, not only is he already looking at you, but, “Is he laughing at me?”

Your friend looks towards Xavier as well and scoffs, “Yeah,” She confirms, “Looks like they all are. Fucking clowns.”

As you chew on the inside of your cheek out of anger, a sudden whistle blows from Ms. Weems accompanied by a large megaphone that amplifies her voice as she speaks.

You can tell out of the corner of your eye that ever since your friend had rudely thrusted her middle finger into the sky for all the jesters to see, Xavier hadn't stopped looking at you. His eyes, laser focused, burned into the side of your head and it only made you more anxious for the race. You bite your lip ever so slightly and fight back the urge to look at him too.

Thankfully, you're saved by a gunshot that explodes into the air and suddenly your team gets pushed into the water.

Of all things, why should you be thinking about Xavier Thorpe and what he has to say or look at you for? All this time, you've convinced yourself that you could care less what he thinks of you. After all, the reason you're trying so hard to be better than him is the very reason that motivates you every day to get up and face him. Otherwise, you'd be locked away in your dorm with nothing to do but attend class and repeat the cycle. In a way, he was your reason to wake up.

“Y/N! Duck!” Your friend suddenly snaps you out of your mechanical like motions of rowing as hard as possible. Wasting no time, you dodge the flying axe coming your way by a hair. “What the hell?! Y/n, focus!”

“I am focused, F/n.”

“No, you're not. You got that lost look in your eyes. Stop thinking about Xavier and maybe pay attention to all the objects being thrown around at us? So you don't die, and most importantly, so we can win this for our hall?”

For the rest of the distance from the starting line to the other end of the lake, you try not to look behind you as looking behind you would only distract you from the prize. All of your team puts in their all in rowing as fast as they can together in sync, each arm pushing at the exact same second as everyone else to really glide through the water. Despite nets being tossed, siren students diving under boats and tipping them over, and very small fire crackers being thrown into other boats, three teams are left remaining to the next stage of the race. Getting the flag.

“Go go go!” F/n pushes you up, “Get the black flag. We’ll be waiting here to look out for anybody.”

Not wanting to waste anymore time, you nod and start sprinting directly into the old, creaky forest. Dry leaves crunch under your feet in threes, making their crinkles the only noise in the entire forest. That’s good, you think, that means no one else came yet. Quickly jumping over logs and rocks, you make your way to the flag destination, only to see that your black flag is missing.

“What the—”

“Hey,” a voice calls out from behind you, “Looking for something?”

The cheesy line doesn't go without an eye roll as you turn around, “Xavier.”

“You don't seem too happy to see me.” Your rival stands with a shit eating grin on his face, comically extenuated with crimson, drippy paint.

You're quick to reply, “I'm not. You took my flag which I need to win this. So hand it over, Thorpe.”

He raises his hands and allows you to charge up to him just close enough so that you're barely touching the tips of his pointed shoes with your jet black boots. “What? Who says I have your flag? I JUST got here in case you hadn't noticed.”

“I actually haven't noticed. Because why would I stop to care about where you are?”

“You seemed to care when we first started.” Xavier leans down and twists his head slightly, just enough for you to be caught off guard and step back, “I saw you looking at me.” His tone makes you shrink back.

Heat rushes to your face in a fleeting panic and almost immediately, your chest twists your rib cage hard enough to squeak out, “I WASN'T LOOKING AT YOU! YOU were looking at ME!”

Xavier raises his brows and chuckles, “I remember differently.”

Of course he has to be cocky now. “Look, Xavier. Just forget this and let me go. Your gross sweat is getting all over me.”

“Oh is that so?”

“YESNOWLETGO.”

He snickers at your flustered nature but decides to go the extra mile and tease you further, “You do realize that we all have to get back, Y/n, its kinda the whole reason why we made it here. Though it looks like its just the two of us.” He turns to both of his sides and then directs his attention back to you, “I’d say we have a little time.”

Again, you emphasize, “WE don't have time. Unlike you, I actually WANT to win. Xavier, I don't know what your deal is or why you're so obsessed with me and making me look like a complete and utter fool, but once I win this for my team, it ends. Do you understand me?”

Xavier exhales deeply, “You know, for someone who’s so high strung and smart, you're really dumb, aren't you?”

“What?”

He steps forward, causing you to back into a tree. You can feel the roughness of the tree bark as it etches its way across the backside of your suit, causing a mildly discomforting feeling that shivers throughout your skin. Before you can move forward, Xavier steps closer, basically eliminating any means of escaping.

“Why am I so obsessed with you? Is that what you think this is? Obsession?”

You look up at him to find his naturally tall stature hunched over to be at eye level with you. Surely, if anyone to walk into the scene, they’d think you two were stopping the competition just to make out. Even though Xavier’s hand is firmly pressed just between your ear and shoulder and he was just over an inch close to you so that your noses are barley touching, it’s not like that at all. Yet, at least.

“That’s what I just asked.” Your eyebrows stitch together bitterly, “Can you not hear, clown? You don’t understand how hard it is for me to watch my reputation die because of you and your perfect grades and your perfect art. What makes you think you can just parade yourself around to be better than me?!” The questions leave a burning sensation in your throat.

“Reputation? Grades? Is that what this is about?”

“YES! Are you DENSE?!”

Instead of matching your violent glower, you watch as the clown leans his head to the side in laughter. His lips parting just enough so you can see his sharp teeth laugh at you too, “Y/n, did you just call me dense? What is that? An insult? At least I’m not the one who always scores lower than me.”

Embarrassment? Anger? Nervousness? Why was his laugh the thing to make you feel weak now? Maybe the first two are theories, but the third is a definite fact. Your eyes are quickly drawn in by his hazel pupils, curious and dilated as they stare back at you. For a moment, the silence between you two isnt filled with hate or rivalry, but peace. That is until he lets out a breathy laugh after getting a good look at your calm face for once.

“Y/n, cat got your tongue? Or do you just not have anything else to say to me other than ‘I hate you’ and ‘stop being better than me’?” He points a finger to your feline head accessory.

"Shut up.” You bark, “Dumb isn’t really a good insult either. You are so full of shit—"

Xavier moves closer, now toe to toe with you and just a breath away from your face.

“God, Y/n, cant you see that I like you? All this time I thought it was so obvious. I mean, how are you going to tell people you're the smartest person in the room when you cant even pick up on subtle hints that basically spell it out for you?” He says, “Or are you too busy to notice anyone other than yourself?”

His words cause your heart to pound once, twice, and before you know it you can’t hear anything but the thumping in your chest and the soft winds surrounding you both. Xavier parts his lips again, determined to give you the answers you've been so desperately searching for. 

“Do you know how fucking exhausting it is to pretend I hate you back, just to have the opportunity to talk to you?” His tone is exasperated and shallow, but he doesn't break eye contact with you, “You seriously thought all those times we got close was because I wanted to be ‘better’ than you in some subject?” Almost like he doesn't believe you, Xavier shakes his head in disapproval, “The only time Ive wanted to prove to you I'm worth something is now.”

His confession only fills your head with more questions, “That doesn't even make any sense! How can you say you didn't actually want to be better than me when that's all you did?” You feel the heat saturate into a dark pink that settles into your cheeks, “And why are you telling me all this now? Why are you so adamant on telling me that you—”

Xavier doesn't even acknowledge your questions, he just continues to hold a burning tension between you and him, focusing only on one thing.

Fuck.

Maybe its the fact hes so close, or that he told you hes liked you all this time, but right now it feels like nothings stopping you from telling him too. It just feels so right.

Before you know it, your mouth opens on its own, your bottom lip trembling for just a second. Xavier’s eyes trail down to your lips, then back into your eyes, and a small smirk pulls the corner of his ivory painted skin up.

Without another second to lose, Xavier tilts even closer than he thought he’d ever be to you and cups your cheek, finding the courage you both need to pull you into an unexpected kiss.

The pastiness of your rival’s white face paint rubs against your dewy skin as the taste of him spreads across your pallet, rough, warm, and agonizingly slow. With a gentle hand, you bunch the back of Xavier’s thin yet airy suit and fall into him, curving just enough so he can extend his hold on you.

Xavier knew that he wanted to touch you. It’s basically been his dream ever since he got close to you and seemingly hurdled himself into being your rival. But he’d never admit that. Or maybe, now he would. Gently, Xavier clasps onto your hips more carefully, securely rubbing his fingers against the skin tight latex uniform you were forced to wear which gives him enough grip to hook his desperate palms onto your body.

You break away for a second, just long enough to look at his face and how mesmerized he is by you and just how fucked you are in this downward spiral of messy feelings and requited love. Love you are much too afraid to commit to. But, Xavier pulls you back into his lips and makes you forget all of your worries, even the one you're supposed to be most worried about. 

The kiss practically captures you for what seems like an eternity, erasing all memory of the Poe Cup and time spent hating Xavier's guts only to now realize that that hate may have been fueled by a painfully simple crush. But you wouldn't admit that either. Though, now there’s no other explanation to the methods behind your madness.

Soon enough, your hands find their rightful place in his long, messy hair, scooting his jester cap off easily. Had you known his hair was this soft before? You always told yourself you didn't care but now it was too hypnotizing not to twirl your fingers in. In fact, it’s practically asking you to grab it and play with it, screaming at you to touch it, touch him.

Xavier’s hips press into yours, giving you the go ahead to adjust your position so that your thigh is comfortably resting atop his hip. The stance feels too natural to be normal, and you're both caught off guard by it. Yet, you continue to taste him and feel him up close without another thought.

Nipping at your bottom lip, you can feel Xavier let out a sigh of relief, as if kissing you has been something on his mind for years. Only half of that could be true. Still, his victory cheer makes you do your own version with a quieter huff.

You give the roots of his hair a tight squeeze before your shoulders relax and another sigh escapes from your now open mouth. The force of his lips smashing against yours pushes you back successfully, leaving each part of your body to surrender to his. For once, you let it and as much as you hate to admit it, whatever he was doing was working.

When he finally pulls away, your breath is harsh and so is his. No matter how hard you could try, looking away from his hazy eyes was not an option. Just like the fog around you both, his gaze is inescapable and suffocating. You knew kissing your rival was a bad idea, but neither one of you want to move your hands from their proper places on each other.

Just then, a distant voice calls out to Xavier that snaps you out of your absentmindedness. “Shit,” Xavier curses softly against your lips, “Thanks for that Y/n,” he pulls away, much to your hidden displeasure, “But...I have a cup to win.”

Suddenly, it all comes hurdling back.

“FUCK! THE RACE!” You tear yourself away from Xavier, breaking the warmth between you both, and scramble to find your flag, “YOU CONNIVING SON OF A BITCH. YOU DISTRACTED ME!”

“I hope you don't mind but I actually sort of hid it.” He grins slyly at you, straightening his suit with a swift rub on his chest, “No rules, remember?” He pulls out a flag from behind him and snickers. Has he had that this entire time?

A flash of surging anger fumes inside of your chest, but Xavier just smiles. In his mind, it’s almost laughable how you fell for his devious yet successful confession slash plan. It was too good to pass up. And judging by the sour pout on your face, it worked!

“Y/n,” He chirps, “Was I a good distraction?” He can’t help but ask.

You avoid his gaze and turn your head to other possible directions your flag can be in, “You're the worst, Xavier.”

He runs a hand through his brown hair and smooths it down, “Right, right. You hate me. But I got you pretty good, didn’t I?” He picks up his jester cap and lazily smashes it onto the top of his head, “I'm gonna go, but, you should totally meet me in my dorm tonight? At 8?”

He makes his hasty exit before you can reply, leaving you breathless and weak in the knees—mostly tight fisted and furious, but still, weak in the knees.

“So, Y/n. Do you want to explain why you...left for so long..?” Your teammate asks, kind of scared to ask in the first place but confusion was eating her alive. How fitting.

Instead of answering, you reply with strong and swift robotic motions that quickly thunk your boat along the shore line, taking a good chunk out of the grass and soil. Unfortunately, half way through your synchronized rowing, some water kicked up into the boat and soaked your costume. You didn't care though. All you wanted was Xavier.

And his head on a stick.

Sounds of congratulatory cheers erupt from the crowd as Xavier and the rest of his jester-like teammates hold up the Poe Cup trophy together.

“Bitch.” Is all you can say when all your other teammates wash up next to you, sad, defeated, and soaked with murky lake water.

“Well get them next time, Y/n. Don’t be so hard on yourself!” Your friend smiles happily.

Yeah. Tonight.

[eunoiathewriter]

X. THORPE X F!READER

Sypnosis: She smiled, and it became his favourite thing.

Word count: 5.3k

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It was becoming harder and harder to actually focus on what he was saying. Every few seconds, he would have to run his hand through his hair to push it away from his face as it fell in his eyes. Did he not have a hair tie? He usually did, so why, of all days, did he not have one now when his hair seemed to be the biggest bother of them all? Not even the way he spoke of Tyler could make her think he was more of a bother than his own hair.

To anyone around, it would not seem as though she listened to what she was told, as she just focused on a spot in front of her and let him talk. But she was, truly. Listening was one of the things she was best at, and she really wanted to hear Xaviers' reasons for why he disliked Tyler so much. Seeing as she had yet to meet him, she wanted to understand why he found the guy annoying and often rolled his eyes whenever she mentioned her sister just saying something about him.

If y/n ever told Xavier that Wednesday had been to talk to Tyler, he would scoff, then just tell her he was an asshole, idiot, bitch—or just whatever bad word he could come up with to call him. She would never admit it out loud, but she had labeled Tyler as an asshole ever since Xavier called him one.

After spending so much time together, the two quickly became close. Xavier had been intrigued by her since she came to Nevermore with Wednesday. He was intrigued by the fact that she did not appear to show much emotion on the surface, but as he got to know her, he discovered that she cared for people more than most people realized.

On the other hand, y/n had been pretty reserved in the beginning. She always eyed the tall boy strangely whenever he talked to her, and there was a certain kind of caution in her about actually getting to know someone. He had yet to learn why she had been so wary at first.

Now, Xavier had not noticed how quiet she had been for the past few minutes. He was too busy shittalking Tyler to notice. The fact that y/n wanted to listen and had said, "Please enlighten me. I'm genuinely curious as to why." So seeing as she had finally asked him to tell why, he had started off just telling how Tyler and his friends had destroyed his mural and jumped him. That slowly turned into a rant about everything he found annoying with him that had now gone on for the past five minutes.

Xavier had not gotten any kind of implication that she listened anymore. The silence that had become all too noticeable from her, as well as the looks they had received from fellow students, were not unnoticed. Just to kind of get an idea if she seemed to listen, he leaned forward to see her face. She was indeed just staring into space.

He let out a sigh that made her blink, turning to see that he had stopped talking and running his hand through his hair for the hundredth time. "And you're not paying attention, are you?"

Turning, he saw that she was now looking at him, blinking, and in her eyes he could see the confusion that did not fall upon her face.

"Who said that I'm not? Because I most certainly have been paying attention." It wasn't that she hadn't listened; she just thought it better to stay quiet and let people talk without disturbing them.

"What have I even been talking about then?" His tone was challenging; he was leaning forward and maintaining eye contact with her the whole time, a smug smile on his face.

"You started by explaining why you dislike Tyler, but then you just started mentioning everything that irritates you about him, which was about twelve different things, and all while doing so, your hair has been bothering you."

"So you did listen," It was not actually a question to be answered, yet he got one either way.

"Yes, I did." She paused for just about a second. "I have to admit that you constantly having to fix your hair was quite irritating."

"I don't have a hair tie." Even if he knew he didn't have one, he looked down at both his wrists just to make sure and felt through his pockets, seeing if one had magically appeared (though that wouldn't be a surprise, this was Nevermore after all.)

"Here." Turning his head back at the sound of her voice, he was met by y/n holding up a black hair tie in front of him to take. This caused him to take a second look at her; she looked at the hair tie and then up at him, silently telling him to take it.

"Thanks," Was he feeling cocky about seeing just the slightest of hesitation in her eyes while she looked at him? Yes, he surely did.

Their fingers were brushing as he took the hair tie from her, but as soon as Xavier had a grip on the hair tie, she quickly retracted her hand. With a smirk, Xavier gathered up the top part of his hair into a half-up, half-down style just to get the most annoying part of his hair away from his face.

"If your hair is being such a bother, maybe you should consider cutting it." It came out so suddenly that his hands just dropped from tightening the hair tie, and he turned to her with a questioning look. He thought she liked his hair as it was; at least Ajax said that's what Enid had told him.

"I sure hope there's an and—or a but to that." Xavier was able to detect just the tiniest bit of hesitation in her, as she seemed to have an and or but to that suggestion.

Swallowing hard, she could feel herself struggling to come up with the words to say it. This was what Enid had said: compliments can be a good start, but y/n was not one who ever really gave compliments. Plus, if she had gotten to know one thing about Xavier, it was that anything that would, in his ears, be considered a compliment was going to boost his ego. as if he didn't already have a bit of an ego.

"But," Turning just slightly to face him, there was already an amused smirk growing on his face. Her cheeks were growing increasingly hotter. "I don't think you should, because I like it as is."

"What would you do if I did cut it, though?" Yes, this was feeding into his ego a bit more, but to be honest, his insides were feeling as if butterflies flapped their wings a bit harder than they usually did. y/n looked around at the people in the courtyard while thinking about the question, also looking for the three others that were to join them.

"You would be six feet under."

"Oh, that's how much you actually like my hair." It was really amusing for Xavier to torture her like this, as somehow he could make out that she was getting a bit flustered by all this. He stood at his full height and poked her sides, making her jump and squirm.

"Stop that," y/n told him while swatting at his hands and being able to smack them a few times when he went to poke her sides even more.

As she struggled to smack his hands away from poking her even more, there was something that made him stop. Her lips had unconsciously pulled into a small smile that made him stop completely. Xavier had actually never really seen her smile; most of the time if she felt a smile pull on her lips, she would cover it up in some way, but this smile was one she had not noticed herself.

Just as he was about to say something about it, she was pulled away from him. Enid had been quick when walking up to the two and hooked her arm with y/n's, pulling her away from standing so close to Xavier. Both of them were taken by surprise.

"y/n!" Enid cheered loudly while holding on to the girl's arm and hugging her, earning a side eye from y/n, who then glanced at Xavier.

"My friend." Enid said, just as Wednesday and Ajax had caught up to them, shooting a glare at Xavier, who simply raised his hands at the werewolf-girl.

"Rude." Before the other two reached them, Xavier just took a last glance at her, trying to see if her smile was still there, but it wasn't. He liked it; the way she smiled made his insides flutter even more.

He wanted—no, scratch that. He needed to see that smile again.

——

Spending time in Jericho was better than being at Nevermore and having classes. No long boring classes about plants, no math, no assignments to do—just a day where all students could take a break from school. And sure, some of the work they could do in Jericho was maybe not the most entertaining, but all of the students from Nevermore saw any work as better than just sitting in school. Most normal people would consider school at Nevermore to be fun and unique, but it was simply a school designed for odd people, such as the Nevermore students, to feel less odd.

It had been Enid, who did not want to stand y/n just sitting around as they worked, telling her she would stab her eyes out with fire irons while being bored, who had given her the idea. So Enid told the Addams girl about a certain tall, blonde-brunette boy who was probably bored out of his mind at the Weathervane Cafe (it was a desperate attempt to get them together); she knew he would be; Xavier told her that Tyler worked there, so it would not really be his favourite thing ever. So that was where she was heading.

It was slightly cold outside, being autumn and all. The winds that blew the leaves around made it colder as she walked down the pavement of Jericho, seeing the cafe sign only about a hundred feet in front of her. When she finally arrived at the door, she did not hesitate to push it open, allowing herself to be engulfed by the warmth from within.

It was calm; not too many people were there; only about ten other people were there. There were a few duos that conversed with one another while simultaneously sipping on their coffee, tea, or whatever they were drinking. Four of the other ten people sat alone, one of them an elderly man who sat in one of the corners with a cup of black coffee and a brownie while reading the newspaper.

She took off her jacket, as it was warm enough inside without it. The cafe was placed just perfectly in town, as one could look out the windows and see the town just outside. The smell of coffee was the most noticeable of all, something y/n did not care for because she found the bitterness unpleasant.

Walking around the counter so she could look at all the drinks and things they sold, she found that there was no one at all behind the counter.

The calm was soon broken, however, when someone working there walked in, though it was not Xavier but a boy with shorter, curly hair. Something to know about y/n was that when she was out and about, she would not have her eyes completely relaxed so as to not seem so closed off, even though her voice wouldn't be the most expressive one, just to make people not feel as though they passed her off.

"Hello, is there anything I could get you?" The boy behind the counter gave her a slight smile, prompting her to mentally repeat what Enid had suggested she try.

"Hot chocolate, with some whipped cream and marshmallows." The boy behind the counter nodded and took out a mug to start making her drink, but she just turned around with a question on her mind, and y/n noticed he wanted to ask something. "Yes?"

"It's just that you remind me of someone I know," Her eyes narrowed in response to his statement. "Ehm, what's your name?"

"y/n Addams." He had just gone back to start making her drink and once again turned back to where she stood on the other side of the counter.

"You're Wednesday's sister, she's told me about you." Not true; she hadn't told him about him, just mentioned her sister. She knew that much about her sister. But, even if she didn't seem to care all that much, family was the one thing she cared about and only ever seemed to care about her. But Wednesday would never tell anybody just all about y/n, she knew that.

y/n realised who she was speaking with. The boy with whom Wednesday only briefly conversed and interacted. But he was the one who jumped Xavier with his friends. Okay, so you know what I said earlier about y/n already labelling Tyler as an asshole because of Xavier? Yeah, that still remains. She let her eyes that she had keept a bit less relaxed, finally, relax which made her whole expression change. Only Tyler appeared to be unconcerned.

"That means you are Tyler." Her eyes flickered over to a figure coming into her view, someone that Tyler could not see.

As soon as y/n mentioned her name, the blond-brunette in the back perked up from his sulking over having to work with Tyler. With furrowed brows, he had walked in behind the counter and now stood about twelve feet behind Tyler, leaning against the wall. Xavier knew that she had seen him enter, and just for the heck of it, he crossed his arms and waited to see how long it would take for Tyler to notice he was there.

"Yeah, yeah. Your sister has mentioned me?" It was a miracle he didn't notice her averting her gaze to Xavier with a questioning look in her eyes before returning her gaze to Tyler.

"Yes, my sister..."

Just as he was about to say something more, Tyler finally caught on that y/n were looking at someone behind him. Turning around, he saw Xavier leaning against the wall, arms crossed, with an annoyed look on his face. He raised a brow at the curly haired boy before looking at y/n who was looking between the two boys.

"You two know each other?" Tyler finally spoke as he turned to y/n; the question was directed at her, but it seemed that Xavier was about to answer, though y/n did not let him even utter a word before answering.

"Yes, he is my friend," y/n said after a brief pause. "And told me all about you."

Right then and there, Tyler realised why she had gone from looking a little tired to having a completely annoyed face when looking at him. Her tone signalled to him that she was hinting at just what he thought it to be. For him, it was awkward.

Finally having enough, Xavier pushed off the wall and walked towards where Tyler was behind the counter, clearly using his height as intimidation. "I'll just take this."

"Oh yeah.." With a glance at each of them, Tyler swiftly walked to start cleaning up some tables from previous customers that had left.

"Well," Xavier said, leaning forward on the counter, which she stood on the other side of. "Have you made your own assessment of him?"

"Asshole." That was all y/n said, and it made the boy in front of her chuckle, which in turn had an effect on y/n as her lips tugged into a smile at the sound of his laughter.

"You are right about that." Looking back up at her with a smile, his eyes flickered to her lips at the sight of her smile once more.

It was as if, for the past week, he had been playing "find the smile" on her. Trying to catch every smile she'd ever give, he'd seen about eight so far, nine including this one. She was good at hiding most of them. It was something about the way he smiled that he couldn't quite put his finger on, but it felt important. The fact that y/n seemed not to know that she did smile and that every time she did, he got to enjoy it.

"What are you doing here, either way?" Shaking his head, he asked just to come back to reality.

"To cut a long story short, there was an issue with the number of volunteers, so I couldn't work with Enid and my sister at Pilgrim World. Enid said I should go and spend time with someone who I actually enjoy spending my time with, so here I am."

"Oh, so you do enjoy spending time with me. Good to know I wasn't imagining it then." Her smile was still present on her face, which made this the longest she had ever held a smile.

"If I didn't, then me and Wednesday would have spent our first night here enjoying gravedigging. Though that would be fun to do again." y/n trailed in thought as she remembered just how long it was since she and her sister had been gravedigging. They really needed to do that again.

"You know at this point that whenever you say something like that, it's just an empty threat," Xavier pointed out while standing up, pushing off the counter. "You like me too much to do something like that to me. Admit it."

"Will you just make me that hot chocolate of mine that I never got?" y/n sighed, trying to dodge what he had just said. But he would not let it go.

"Not unless you admit that you like me too much to ever carry out your threats against me."

Her jaw tightened in annoyance as she watched him stand back and cross his arms again, waiting for her to admit it.He was gloating at her frustration at having to say it just so she could get that drink. His gloating was also not he was god at hiding, clear as day showing he found satisfaction in making her admit to things she would never say out loud. He had gotten to know her too well.

"Fine.. I like you too much to ever carry out any of my threats. Now can please have my hot chocolate or I'll leave you here alone with Tyler for the rest of the day, Xavier." He did not care for the glare she was shooting him as he got what he wanted, letting out a chuckle once more.

"One hot chocolate is coming right up."

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Music played softly in the background. y/n had just switched from one song on Xaviers' playlist to another as she felt the previous one was not one she could read to. Xavier didn't mind; he let her know the password to his phone for a reason—he wanted her to also enjoy the music being played and not just him. She just put his phone on the bench in his shed and turned back to her book.

This had all been Xaviers' idea. He had slowly wanted to spend more and more time with y/n, starting to steal her away from Enid and Wednesday, much to Enid's distaste. The werewolf girl had made it very clear to him that "I'm watching you, Thorpe." Not that he felt too threatened by the blond, as it was more Wednesday that he was a bit more worried about. Seeing as she was already keeping a close eye on them, she often narrowed her eyes at Xavier when he came and asked if y/n wanted to come with him.

Anyway, it had all been his idea. y/n knew about his shed, where he spent most nights painting, she had been there quite a few times with him, and he enjoyed the company. He would be painting, sketching, or just doing whatever as y/n would sit with a book in hand, engulfed in the story as they always had music on in the background too.

Today was like any other time when Xavier asked if she wanted to come to the shed with him. He had just simply asked after dinner if she wanted to, and as always, he got a yes. They had simply just done a turn for the girls' dorm, where y/n had gone inside her, Enid, and Wednesday's shared dorm and taken the book she had just started reading.

It was always amusing to Xavier because whenever they went to Y/N's dorm so she could get a book and he was waiting outside, he would hear Y/N threaten Enid. Then Enid would say something as y/n opened the door once more before being cut off again by the door closing. It was always amusing to him.

Today, though, Xavier did have a motive for bringing her out to his shed.

Again he turned his head just to get a glimpse at y/n as she read her book, then took a look back at his canvas, so far he had gotten the general shape. Inspiration had been low when they first got there about an hour earlier (they got there much later than they usually did as it was slowly pulling towards curfew), but her just sitting there, reading on, gave him something to paint. He would of course tell her when he had started to actually get to the details so as not to spook her, but first he just wanted to get in a rough sketch of her.

y/n had just gotten to page 393. Oliver and James, the characters in her book, were backstage between two acts. Oliver demanded knowing the truth, and it was keeping y/n on edge as James was quiet and did not answer. That confirmed it all; it was him, and it made y/n gasp, causing Xavier to turn his head.

He raised his brows at her, an affectionate smile on his lips as he watched her. "What?"

"James just confessed to Richard's murder, though Richard deserved it."

"Okay, I'm going to pretend I know what's going on in your book." He turned back to the canvas to do his own. But he still found the way she had gasped at the book cute.

"The character accidentally killed the asshole character, and the police have just found out and are there to arrest him." It was a simple explanation, but it gave him the least bit of understanding for what was happening in her book. She had only about thirty pages left, so I could not wait much longer until she was done.

"Interesting." Xavier nodded while just adding a bit of simple lining for the background of the painting. "Could you switch to that Russian song?"

"Which? I know more than one Russian song." She put down her book and took up his phone once more, tapping in the password.

"You know, that one you found when you and Ajax were looking for music."

"Are you referring to Molchat Domas тоска?" Without even waiting for an answer, she put on the song and turned to see if it was the right one. He gave it a thumbs up to indicate that it was the correct song. But he didn't turn away from the canvas, staring at it intensely to see if everything was to his liking (which it was).

y/n leaned on the stool she had been sitting on while reading to see the canvas, seeing just an outline or idea for what he was going to paint. She was completely unaware that it was her. "Even now, I know it will look excellent once you're done."

She did not think much of it and picked up her book once more to read the last few pages of it and see what the outcome was. Would Oliver and James see one another again now that Oliver was set free after doing his time?

For Xavier, however, the comment was more than just a passing thought. Because he knew she didn't often compliment people, he was completely taken aback.Eyeing her.

"You think?" He only got a hum and a nod as an answer to his question, but it did not give him satisfaction.

He then came to realise one thing: he still had his brush in his hand, and it still had wet paint on it. Looking up from the brush in his hand to the girl, whose eyes were darting across the page, she was too preoccupied with what was going to happen next to notice the malicious grin on his face as he raised his hand with the brush in it. Quickly, he flicked his wrist in her direction, causing paint from his brush to splash at her.

She jumped at the sudden sensation of something wet splashing on her face. Blinking, she raised her hand and wiped her face, only to discover paint on her hand. Turning her gaze up to Xavier, she could see him trying to keep from laughing at her reaction.

"What?" y/n closed her book and stood up, her entire face now a question mark.

"You think it's going to look good when I'm done?" Unbelievable.

"Yes, I just told you that, Xavier." Sometimes she wondered if he was deaf, but deep down she knew that he made her repeat things because he found it amusing.

"Okay, just checking in."

Annoyed that he had gotten paint on the cover of her book, she grabbed the paintbrush from his grasp and did the same thing he had done to her, flicking the brush, making it splatter paint on his face. When he opened his eyes and looked down at her, he scoffed and quickly grabbed one of his other brushes, starting to repeatedly flick paint on y/n.

As a result, a paint splashing match ensued. Both of them were flicking paint at one another, and whoever got it on them jumped just slightly at the cold liquid. Then, when both of them stopped, neither of them flicking paint at each other, Xavier quickly looked y/n up and down before reaching out and painting a single stroke with the brush on her cheek.

And they were both on each other once more. They had paint strokes on their faces; Xavier had a few on his shirt; their arms; and they both had paint splatters in their hair. It was fun, with Xavier laughing as y/n was able to do one long stroke on his cheek just before he could smack her hand away. And she was smiling, a smile that was all too strong to be held back, and it did not go unnoticed by herself. She felt it, but smiling always felt good when it had something to do with Xavier.

Finally, Xavier had enough and dropped his brush on the floor, not really caring, and to stop y/n he grabbed a hold of her wrists, holding onto her and keeping her from getting more paint on him, but his hold on her wrists was gentle.

"Okay, that's enough." He could feel her struggle a little in his hold on her wrists, but his focus was on her smile. She did not directly look at him, but she smiled, and this time it was obvious that she was very aware of it.

Looking up at him, her arms relaxing in his grip, she was met by his green eyes, which were already watching her. Her eyes flickered between his, unsure of what to do. She panicked inside as this was new territory she was stepping onto. But then it hit her how short it was until curfew, and she turned her head, seeing that darkness had started taking over the outside world.

"I should go before curfew," y/n mumbled, but just as she went to pull away from him, Xavier pulled her directly back.

It surprised her when his hands went from holding her wrists to holding either side of her face. His hands had a few undried patches of paint that transferred over to her face. But she didn't care. The way she was holding her face made her look up at him; it was hard to look anywhere else. "You should smile more."

Xavier studied her face, which both had brushstrokes and paint splatters here and there, much like his also had, stroking his thumb against her cheekbone before leaning down a little just to place a kiss at the crown of her head. Not wanting to go all too fast.

y/n just stood there and let him, feeling a warmth inside her even when he pulled away and smiled a little. Seeing just the tiniest bit of shock in her eyes.

"I don't want to get you in trouble, so go." He noticed she only paused for a second before returning to reality, turning to the table, and taking her book. It was amusing yet adorable to watch the pure confusion on her face.

She turned and looked at him before walking out of his shed and back to her dorm. A genuine smile was on his face. "Goodnight, Xavier."

"Night, y/n." Something was waiting for her in her dorm, or it should have been. Otherwise, a certain hand was going to do some shit.

Reaching her dorm, confusion was still painted on her face, but as soon as she entered, y/n was met by a bouncing Enid who jumped up and down. Taking her out of the trance that Xavier had put her in, so many rushed words were coming out of Enid's mouth, and she was clearly excited about something. Spotting her sister standing off to the side, it took her just a moment to understand what was going on.

"Oh my god, y/n! Look at your bed! Look at your bed!" It was the first words Enid said to y/n taht she could detect as the blond hurriedly pushed her towards her bed.

"What is going on?" y/n asked her sister, mind still elsewhere.

"Just do as she says," Wednesday was clearly tired by the way she motioned for her to follow Enid over to her own bed.

So she did, and her bed was indeed so etching to look at—something she hadn't noticed before on her perfectly made bed. There laid a necklace, a silver one. Thing picked it up for her, holding it out for her to take, and he nodded at the hand that just stood on her bed. Behind her, Enid was looking over her shoulder at the necklace. It was silver with a peal in a little thing. There was only a single note that read: to y/n.

Enid squeaked beside her out of happiness as Wednesday took the necklace out of her hands to inspect it closer. "Oh my god, you have a secret admirer!"

"How did it get in here? It was not there before, correct?" Wednesday handed the necklace back to y/n.

"Correct," She wanted to say what she thought out loud but bit her own tongue just as Enid stopped spinning around and flopped down on her own bed. Babbling on and on about something that again just became distant words. All the while, Wednesday seemed to also have her own thoughts on it. y/n smiled at the necklace.

It was something Xavier had wanted to see, but this had been the easiest way to do it.

He got a bit more out of the night than just being able to get that necklace to her.

[yourmidnightlover]

needy

xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: reader gets xaviers attention and turns to tease him.

warnings: reader rides xavier, sub!xavier, kinda soft dom!reader, teasing hehehe, very soft and giggly aftercare at the end, its short and spicy and sweet

a/n: this is a shrot little smutty blurb with SUB XAVIER bc he totally is. and the votes on my next actual fic has turned to be make up smut SO this is to compromise. we get subby xavier, and make up smut. win-win!

it had started innocently, you wanting more attention as he was playing his game, but once you started kissing his neck you knew he was done for.

now, here you were riding him in his gaming chair, his headset long since forgotten on the desk and his game still going in the background.

“god, you feel so good,” you groaned in his ear as your hips stilled on his dick.

“please,” he whimpered, his fingers definitely leaving bruises to be seen tomorrow. you loved it when he got so needy, even though it started with you needing him more.

“please what, love?” you tilted his chin up to face you. “use your words for me,” you leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. the way his chased after yours as you pulled away made you chuckle.

“please, i need you,” he began massaging your thigh with one hand, letting his other trail up to your waist. “i need you so bad. please?”

“what do you want me to do?” you attached your lips to his neck. you just loved how flustered he got when you were all over him. his subtle huffs of breath along with the whimpers that would leave his mouth.

“move?” his hips were rutting up into you, as little as he could without it being too obvious. he hated getting in trouble for being impatient. “please! please, i’ll do anything for you. i just-you just feel so good. and i-oh god, please?"

"you're so cute when you beg," you nipped at his earlobe, his hips rutting sharply into your own. "aww, such an eager guy you are, huh?"

he threw his head back, practically gasping for air as he was gripping your skin to ground himself. you began to roll your his into his, not lifting at all, simply grinding. "oh god," his head flew forward onto your shoulder where he pressed lazy, open-mouthed kisses. "thank you, fuck, thank you."

you put your hands on his shoulders as you started lifting your hips, waiting a second before slamming them back down to meet his. you repeated this until he began to whine in your ear even more, his voice getting louder with each movement.

"can i touch you?" he was practically drooling. "please?"

"go ahead, xay," you grabbed the hand that was on your thigh and brought it to your clit. "can you make me feel good?"

"yes," he nodded eagerly as his eyes met with your still clothed chest. "can-can i...?"

"you wanna play with them?" you awed at his shy nature. it only really came out when you were vulnerable like this, or when you were just alone with each other. "go ahead, take off my shirt."

"really?" a smile graced his face, his eyes lighting up fervently as he obeyed your orders. "you're so perfect."

your heart always warmed at his complements, even at times like these when you were getting naked in front of him. you could always tell he meant what he said.

"you can touch," you nodded at him before he connected his mouth with your nipple, his tongue keeping the same rhythm as his fingers on your clit. "just-just like that, xay. holy fuck," you felt your climax building quicker as he switched to your other breast, letting his free hand massage the neglected one. "always such a good boy for me. my good boy."

"mhmm," his hips rutted into yours once more. "'m close," his voice seemed wary.

"don't worry, me too," you ran your hand through his hair, getnly tugging so he would look at you. a smile was adorning your face before you connected your lips sloppily with his, "just keep going, baby. just like that."

you could practiclly feel his dick twitching inside of you, "i-i'm about to cum, where-"

"inside of me, xay," you ordered as you held onto his face with both hands. "cum inside of me."

"oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," his hips were jackhammering into yours as his fingers only sped up on your clit, sending you over the edge with you. "holy shit, you're so tight! christ, yes!"

"so good, xay," you were still tugging on his hair as you fucked each other through your highs. "so fucking SHIT!" your body was spasming as his came down from his high, giving him the opportunity to hold onto you with his free arm, still working you through your orgasm with his fingers.

"you're perfect," xavier repeated as you slumped against his chest. "so fucking perfect," his fingers were stroking your back, likely drawing some random picture on it.

"right back atcha," you laughed as you winced slightly, his dick still moving from each movement.

"sorry," he helped you stand and get off of his chair.

your legs were extremely wobbly, so you let him do most of the work for you as he guided you to the bathroom. he dampened a washcloth to wipe off both releases from yours and his thighs, laughing at your hissing from the sensitivity.

"hey," you nudged his shoulder. "i'm sensitive, asshole."

"oh, i know," he nodded with a shit-eating grin. "i mean, you were spasming on my dick not even ten minutes ago, so..."

"y'know what?" you snatched the washcloth from his hands. "i can clean myself up," you rose your brows with attitude before he simply picked you up from the bathroom counter altogether.

"nope," he shook his head as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "i get to take care of you. you can't walk."

"it's not my fault your dick is big," you poked his cheeks as they began to blush. he dropped you on the bed a bit haphazardly before crossing his arms as he stood in front of you. "hey," you drew out the word, reaching to grab his hand. "you're not gonna leave your girl high and dry without cuddles all night, are you?" you pouted, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes.

"i like your cuddles too much for that," he plopped on the small bed beside you, loving it all too much when you curled into his chest. "so this is really just a selfish act on my end."

"we could call it mutually beneficial," you shrugged as you pulled the blankets over both of your bodies. you took a moment to breath him in. for some reason he smelled so good after sex. maybe it was the hormones that just draws you to him, but whatever it is you hoped it never stopped happening. "i love you."

"i love you," xavier pressed a kiss to your forehead. you felt his smile. "you're my favorite person. you're my person."

"i'm your person," you agreed. "you're my person."

"goodnight, my love," his raspy, sleepy voice proclaimed.

"goodnight, xay."

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey I was wondering if you could do like Wednesday x fem yn but like Wednesday trying to tell mortica and gomez she has a gf and not knowing how they'd react and edin trys to help her and in the end they find out somehow you can pick if they take it good or bad but yea

A/n: I’ve seen this get asked to another person but I’m too proud of what I had already written to throw it away.

The crystal ball upon Wednesday’s desk taunted her with the impending call from her parents. Wednesday was something she hadn’t been in a long time; worried. The last time she had spoken with her parents, a lot had changed and one of the most recent and most prominent changes was that she had found herself a girlfriend.

How you met was the typical run of the mill meet cute, Wednesday was caught doing something she wasn’t meant to and she threatened to take your tongue, vocal chords and hands should you ever rat her out. Your response? “You’re beautiful.” Ever since then you had been constantly drawn to the chaos that was Wednesday Addams and not once has the thought of ever letting you go crossed her wicked mind. She was happy, a word she never thought she’d use in a lifetime but truly, for the first time in a long time she was happy. You made the insides of her hollow husk of a human vessel warm.

You lit a match and threw it upon her coal heart, setting it ablaze with the very foundations of life as the fires reflected in her dark eyes. You were her cara mia as she was your mon cher. For you Wednesday would die for you, kill for you, even live for you should you command it of her. It was moments like those that she began to see how alike she was to her father; Unhealthy obsessed with the object of their eternal attraction. So unhealthy in fact the pair might possibly be clinically insane with their love. However not even a highly facilitated psychiatric ward would be able to prevent Wednesday from coming back to you.

For she would have it burnt to the ground in your name as though she were a crazed religious fanatic, pleading her love to the only form of higher power that ever truly existed; You. If she had it her way, you’d both would’ve carved out and calcified your beating hearts for the other, to have and to hold until you were both cold and dead within the ground that would make up your grave. You would now and forever more belong to Wednesday as she would belong to you until the dark forces swelled you both whole; snuffing out your mortal flame for good.

So as Wednesday clamped down on her finger nails, bitting them right down to the nub and then some, Enid couldn’t help but feel concerned for her friend as she stared vehemently at her -seemingly- only form of communication with a look in her eyes. “What’s chomping you at the bit.” Enid asked, begrudging to know the answer but knew that Wednesday was in a situation where a friend was something that she could use right now. “My parents will be calling soon.” Wednesday merely said, not taking her eyes off of the crystal ball as though she was awaiting for it to go off.

“That’s great! Unless your relationship with them is questionable at best then that’s…not great.” Enid trails off when she began to notice that she wasn’t helping in making the situation any better even in the slightest. However the blonde wasn’t one to give up even in the face of adversity, Enid presses onward and upward. “My parents only sent me here to mold me in their image, to forge a carbon copy of themselves out of me by the time inn through with this place,” Enid stayed silent, “I get sent to the same dormitory my mother once resided, I have premonitions like she does.” Wednesday falls silent as her fists clenched in silent anguish.

“However I am not my mother, nor will I ever be like her because unlike her I have a heart to give and I gave it to y/n upon a moonlight night; the same night where the crows dropped dead before us and black dahlias bloomed by our feet.” Enid smiled warmly, remembering the twinkle in Wednesday’s eyes when she came back to the dome after her first official date with you down by the greenhouse. It was a dangerous twinkle but a twinkle none the less, Wednesday could’ve told her that you had a sparing match that ended with the tips of your blades poised at the others throat and the werewolf would’ve still somehow find it romantic.

“Now I am seemingly at an impasse with the illogical concerns of how my parents would react to me engaging in romantic circumstances with another girl, despite being well aware of their stances on societal demands.” Wednesday admitted, not use to feeling this vulnerable in front of another person but at this point in their relationship, Wednesday trusted Enid -despite how much of a gossip she could be- a smidge more then she did the rest of the student body that made up Nevermore. So if anything, this was Wednesday’s silent cry for Enid’s help and luckily she wasn’t overly dense to not notice.

“Wednesday,” Enid began as she moved over to stand by her friends’ side, “what your parents think shouldn’t reflect upon your relationship with y/n. You love her and she loves you, so why ruin a perfectly good thing by listening to what you parents think.” She places her hands on Wednesday’s shoulders and made sure that they were meeting eye to eye. “Never, not once, since I’ve came to know you had you given a shit about what others thought of you. So why give a shit now?” Wednesday has to admit, Enid was right. Why should she all of a sudden care when all she’s ever done thus far was deflect other peoples opinion on her. It made no logical sense but she guessed that now that you were in the picture with her; Wednesday worries about her parents perception of you.

Just as Enid was about to continue with her speech, the crystal ball went off and within the clear cut glass could the image of Gomez’ stout figure and Morticia’s taller frame could be seen as though they were actually trapped within the crystal itself. Upon seeing their daughter, Gomez and Morticia sat up straighter and smiled at Wednesday who only stared blankly at them, blinking slowly like a cat does when trying to convey their emotions to their owners. “There’s my little death moth, how’s Nevermore been treating you?” Gomez started as Morticia only took in her daughter’s expressions with a curious furrow in her brow but she didn’t speak upon it. Yet.

“Same as usual, however-“ “however you have found love, with a girl perhaps?” Wednesday straightened at her mother’s words. “How did you-“ “call it a mother’s intuition my dear death blossom.” Morticia’s unnerving voice cut her off as she looked to Gomez who was already looking at her, love sick. “Our daughter has found love Gomez, the ancestors must’ve blessed her already.” Gomez only grasped Morticia’s hand that rested on the chair arm tightly. “That’s amazing ‘tish, our little cope has found her forever mouse to play with until she too becomes a viper, until she becomes an Addams.” Wednesday perks up at this, her parents were indirectly giving you their blessing to marry her, to join your soul with hers as one until the end of your shared days.

Enid, still in the room, was trying her hardest not to squeal in excitement. Sure this event wouldn’t be until later down the line but she hopes she becomes your guys maid of honour.

[wol-fica]

-𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤- ℙ𝕋𝟙𝟘

pairings - wednesdayaddams x fem!reader

summary - sharing a lovely night together :)

warnings - face melting, fluff

an - missed these two, and i missed writing :D

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It was a hot day, the sun blaring so aggressively in New Jersey that even the concrete wanted to melt your shoes if you were to step outside. Inside a large mansion that overlooked a cliff in the woods, two people were curled up together watching a horror movie in their living room.

You hummed softly, nuzzling your face into the soft fabric of your wife’s shirt. Her scent filled your nose, making you smile in contentment of being able to hold her so close to you. You both are laid on the couch, Wednesday sort of leaning up against the arm while she let you bury yourself into her stomach. 

Your arms were hooked under her back, giving yourself something to hold while her legs were crossed over your back, her heels slightly digging into your lower back. Her fingers were threaded into your hair, nails absentmindedly scratching at your scalp while her focus was on the gorey film in front of her. 

“Mmmph.” You huffed, turning your face into her stomach when you saw a murder scene show up. 

“Pitiful, it’s just blood.” Wednesday murmured, still massaging your head, “You need to build up your tolerance.”

“I’m not a fan of seeing someone getting their face blown off.” You replied, voice muffled by her shirt, “It’s not my favorite pastime.”

“Technically it’s getting sawed off.” She teased, squeezing your sides with her thighs, “There are no explosives.”

“Sawed, blown, whatever. It’s still a face getting removed and I ain’t all for that.” You said, blowing hot air on her stomach, “I like my face on my….face I guess.”

She was silent, choosing to look down at you with a head tilt. She pondered for a moment, then nodded and turned back to the tv. 

“I suppose that is reasonable.”

You chuckled, lifting your head to look up. Her side profile was beautiful to you, her sharp jaw and freckle-tanned skin causing your heart to swoon. 

“I prefer romance films.” You said, staring at her with a love struck smile. 

She cringed, her nose scrunching cutely and her eyes filling with disgust, “Absolutely not.”

“Why not Nes?” You asked, moving up until you were resting on her chest, “If I can respect horror, you can respect romance.”

“I don’t appreciate all of the extensive kissing and cuddling they put into those films, it’s mortifying.” Wednesday grumbled, letting her arms hang around your shoulders, “I don’t like seeing it, or hearing it, or any of it.”

You hummed with a nod, pushing yourself up on your hands so you hovered over her. She turned to look up at you, her black eyes meeting yours immediately. You giggled at her bored look, and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. 

“You say you don’t like the cheesy stuff, yet here we are.” You murmured, looking at her lovingly, “Being all cheesy.”

“You are the exception, you’re my spouse.” 

“So it’s just because we’re married? Not cause you love me or anything.” You teased, smirking at her annoyed state. 

“Since you are my spouse, and I went through the horrendous process of marriage,” Wednesday started, fixing the neck of your shirt, “Then I would think that shows my affection for you.”

“Ehhhh…” You shrugged your shoulders, “I’m not feeling the affection.”

A scream from the movie caught Wednesday’s attention, her eyes snapping to the screen for a second. You rubbed your thumb on her side, trying to gain her focus back to what you wanted. She sighed, rolling her eyes before reaching up and pulling you down into a deep kiss. 

“Mmm.” You said against her lips, slightly surprised from the force she produced, before gasping when she pulled you down to fully lay on her. 

Her legs went around you, locking you in place while you both made out. Her lips made your body feel like it was on fire, her touch doing just the same. Her tongue prodded at your mouth, silently asking for permission to enter you. You complied, parting your lips to let her warm muscle explore your mouth. She eventually parted from you, toon soon for your liking, and gave you an unimpressed look. 

“Is that enough to show you my affection?” She asked, fixing your ruffled hair.

You licked your lips, seeming to think for a moment before leaning in to kiss her nose. 

“I dunno, I think you need to do a few more times to convince me.” You whispered, staring into her glossy-black eyes.

“Insufferable.” Wednesday breathed before pulling you back in.

So much for the horror movie. 

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[lorelaiblair]

Birthdays were always hard for Enid Sinclair.

Around the age of seven they stopped being days about celebrating her, and became an entire day full of ridicule and insults.

Why had she not wolfed out yet? her eldest brother had done it when he was 5.

It only got worse as she got older.

They never made it a point to talk about her while she wasn’t in the room.

She always heard it.

Maybe that’s why she always tried her hardest to give her friends good birthdays.

Why she threw a party that she honestly should have known that Wednesday wouldn’t have liked.

She wasn’t really all that mad at Wednesday, as much as she was realizing that nobody in her life loved her like she loved them. Wednesday couldn’t even act interested, her family couldn’t ever act like they cared about her past her ability to turn into a ‘real’ werewolf.

Enid tried and tried and tried, her entire life she fought to be worthy of love.

Wasn’t this proof? All over again, that no matter how hard she tried it wouldn’t matter?

No

It wasn’t

It didn’t take long for Enid and Wednesday to learn each other. it didn’t take long for them to start seeing what each other needed.

Now Enid wakes up on her birthday in a small house she and her girlfriend had turned into a home together. There is a pretty girl sitting next to her in bed, and a tray of all her favorite breakfast food’s in said girl’s hands.

“Happy birthday, mon amour” Wednesday says softly, before pressing her lips to Enid’s forehead.

They have breakfast in bed, and Enid can tell that Wednesday made the muffins from scratch by the hint of cinnamon that the goth girl claims tastes like cyanide.

Enid braid’s Wednesday’s hair, Wednesday helps Enid with her lipstick. They end up getting it everywhere. Wednesday has to wash her face a third time.

Wednesday takes her shopping, a true feat for the girl who hates color and other people. She only complains twice. She buys Enid everything she wants. It’s the only time a year that Enid lets her get away with that.

They have lunch at the mall food court, not without Wednesday’s insistence that Enid deserves more than gross mall food.

They have an early dinner at a fancy restaurant, one Enid had been talking about trying for months now.

They arrive home to a full house. Banners hung on walls and pastel balloons covering the floor. Friends and family jump out from behind walls and furniture to shout surprise, but they’ve done this for the past five years, it’s not much of a surprise anymore. That doesn’t make it any less sweet.

Enid squeezes Wednesday’s hand, a thank you. As the rest of the Addamses, who had loved Enid from the moment they met her, pull her into bone crushing hugs.

Her friends are next, Yoko ruffling her hair and Divina fixing it for her. Bianca kisses her cheek and Eugene holds her nearly as tight as the Addamses had. She and Ajax preform their ‘secret’ handshake and Enid feels celebrated.

She has it now. Everything that she has ever wanted.

A family.

[co6kiesvr]

summary: xavier is tired of you avoiding him

genre: angst

days, it’s been days since you’ve last talked to xavier. it’s not that you’re in a fight, or you hate him or something. but you’ve just been so caught up in this case you’re working on, that you couldn’t find the time to talk to him.

the only people you’ve been talking to are the dead. you’ve had this ability since you were a kid, you’ve made connections with them, and they’ve been helping you with this case.

your brain couldn’t focus on anything other than that, you needed to find out who the monster was. you needed to find out why this monster is killing innocent people. you needed to know everything

and here you were in your room, working on the case, pictures of dead bodies, evidence and papers scattered all around the room. your friend avery, a girl who had died at birth, and also a close friend of yours, was sat there as well, helping you collect your thoughts.

a knock on the door was heard, you turned to see none other than xavier entering the room. your roommate wasn’t around, and avery left when she heard the knock, so it was just you and him

“hey” he said, looking around the room as he saw the stuff, “still working on the case, huh?”

“uh, yeah.” you said, “avery helped as well”

“mhm…so um, do you wanna maybe pause this for a second and go on a walk with me?”

“what? of course not!” you said in a rather rude tone

“what?” he said, a little hurt by the tone

“i’m busy” you said as you kept organizing your work

“are you serious right now?” he furrowed his eyebrows, “you—you haven’t talked to me in almost a week…come on y/n are you seriously gonna reject me just because of some case that you have nothing to do with?”

you continued doing your work, not responding

“wow. you really—do you even care?!” he snapped

“about what” you said

“about—about me! about…us, do you even care about that?! you really live in your own world. the cops have this handled and you just wanna include yourself for no reason. i’m trying, i’m really trying to wait for you, and be patient. but you don’t seem to give two fucks if i’m even here or not! i’m not doing this anymore, i’m done.” he said, and you froze

you froze as you heard his footsteps fading, you froze as you realized a hole in your heart was forming, you froze when the case you were working on was not a care in your mind anymore, you froze when you realized…he left you. he left you and you were the reason.

xavier really was patient with you, at first, you would talk to him often, then you started talking to him at the end of the day, then you’d talk to him every other day, and then—you wouldn’t talk to him at all.

it’s funny how you don’t realize how important someone is, until they’re gone.

for the very first time, you felt alone.

like actually alone, you’d usually have avery, or another friend with you, but most of the time, you had xavier, and now he wasn’t coming back.

you felt tears brimming in the corners of your eyes, you had never cried before, let alone over a boy

but he was special.

you got up and ran after him, only he was now probably back in his room.

but nonetheless, you ran to his room, and knocked on his door repeatedly until he opened it

“jesus im coming—y/n?” he said, going quiet

you went inside his room, and once he got a good look at you, he knew

“oh my god are you crying?” he said as he gently grabbed your face, wiping your tears

“i’m sorry” you cried out, and he was quick to hug you, “i’m sorry i was just focused on the case and—“

“hey, hey it’s okay.” he said as he stroked your hair

you looked up at him, and soon your lips collided.

once you let go, you were quick to speak

“you were right. i’m dropping the case, the cops have it handled and i should’ve just—“

“no” he said

“what?”

“i’m not telling you to drop the case, baby. i love that you’re working on it and trying to keep everyone safe. but we work on it, together. i cant have you getting hurt” he said as he gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb

“really?”

“of course” he smiled

you might act tough on the outside, but on the inside, you truly loved him.

[kulai]

based on this fic on ao3. ch11 had me holding my breath cause the tension.. . ... .?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! GODDAM

closeups below!

[danzaloreley]

Indée Fixe

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x harpy!Reader

Summary: A moment to shut down Xavier’s ass. And a moment to calm down Wednesday.

Jealousy is not a word for Wednesday or Y/N. There was an undeniable trust between them that others were a bit envious of. No matter how many flirted neither would bother with said person. Many found it unfair that the goth could so easily reach out and caress the feathers that shone with the ray of sunlight. As if they ever had a right to.

Wednesday subconsciously traced the inside of the wing while they read on one of the benches of the quad. Her back as always straight maintaining her posture as the harpy was fully facing her. Head on the dark girl’s shoulder as a soft rumble of different chitters and purrs emanated from her chest. The hand stopped suddenly and she held it forward with a black feather between her fingers.

“It was already loose, don’t worry.” the harpy said as she saw Wednesday inspecting. A smile growing as she saw the girl hold it to her lips.

“Would you mind if I turned it into my quill, cara mia?”

“Not at all.”

Their quiet time interrupted by one tall boy, Thorpe. He stood infront of them and cleared his throat. “We gotta work on the project.”

Both sent a sneer his way, Wednesday and him had been paired for an assignment it was true. That didn’t mean it wasn’t annoying for them. Xavier had been grinding on Y/N’s gears, finding a way to always show up and interrupt time with her girlfriend.

While spending time with him wasn’t what the girl wanted she was always responsible to make sure to finish her work. They had gone to do their work, but not before you made a display of kissing her full lips. Just to rub it in, it was always fun.

“You definitely spend a lot of time with Y/N.” Wednesday had suffered through the ours of their assignment did he really need to keep conversation after. “It should be expected. Even before she became my lover we spent quite some time together.”

“Didn’t think you would be a sappy kind of person when dating.” His voice had a bit annoyance dripping off. “Not a subject I have to discuss. What I do or don’t is none of anyone’s concern.” Her jaw tightened, he had been throwing little comments here and there since the Rave’N.

“Just saying. You don’t seem to have time for your friends.” he pressed. “On the contrary, my schedule has not been derailed. I still have time to be dragged to Enid’s persistent outings, as well as meetings with Eugene.”

“Even then Y/N joins a lot on those. What—”Wednesday turned with a glare, patience running very low. “She has joined from the moment we met. If you’re trying to say something just get on with it as I am tired of you’re incessant whining.”

“You met her some months ago and for whatever reason you became obsessed with her. You had no time to hang out or even talk. I mean shit even when we went together to the dance you paid attention to her. And then suddenly you’re dating, you trusted her so quick, did you learn nothing from getting with Tyler.”

There was a moment of silence as the raven haired girl contemplated many violent scenarios in her mind. Her gaze fierce as she stepped forward. “From the very beginning I had been quite clear that going to the dance was repayment for last year nothing more. I have plenty of time for my friends, just not to coddle your feelings. Perhaps if you weren’t blinded by your unwarranted jealousy and skewed idea of how I should be you’d actually be more bearable to be near by. She has never demanded my attetion, I’ve given it freely.”

The only thing I will give you is that you are right, in that the boys who pursued me last year were quite a disappointment.”

The loud knock that reverberated on your door scared the hell out of you. Concentrated on meticulously expanding the wing of the ulysses butterfly accidentally tearing from it’s thorax. “Shit.”

Opening the door in came a furious Wednesday Addams. She walked right in without saying a word and just stood there fuming. Closing the door you stayed there. Neither of you moved or said anything. It was best not to push her when she was like this, letting her process her anger.

“Xavier seems to have issues with our relationship.” If you rolled your eyes any harder you might see your own damn brain. “Of course he does. Me telling him to have some dignity didn’t work. Probably cause there’s none left.”

You could tell she wanted to go and wreak havoc. The petty arguments were getting old and fast. Walking towards her you offered your hand out and she took it gently, even if she was feeling far from gentle. You guided her hand to your lips kissing each knuckle and her fingetips. She got closer to you, her body flush to yours. It wasn’t a hug, she didn’t want to feel caged but still wanted to be pressed up against you.

“I have some bugs that I was working on. Do you want to pin or tear the ones that are disposable?” She definitely felt like poking holes in something and she curtly nodded against you.

You sat down on the chair in your work station and guided her to your lap. She immediately started pinning the butterfly through the thorax, pin after pin riddling it. Her shoulders slowly becoming less tense as she abused the poor carcass and your soft lips hovered over her neck and thumbs rubbed small circles on her waist.

“Set a boundary, mi vida. If Xavier pestering you drives you to anger every time, it’s better to not interact with him for a while. Tell him that if he can’t behave maturely that you’ll cut him off. Like a tumor, a benign one people can live with. But if it becomes malignant then it’s time to go.”

Wednesday kept on putting pin after pin while she thought over your words. A reasonable ending to the conflict, sure. Not what she had in mind, she did not feel like being reasonable. “I was thinking of burning his shed. With him in it.”

You laughed and squeezed her. “Yeah, that is gonna put you behind bars. I prefer you here.”

The dark haired girl’s lips quirked. She definitely preferred to be here with you. But she was certain together you could remove any trace of evidence.

She’ll hold off only to try your idea first.

[wh0re4women]

Thinning Patience. (Larissa Weems X Reader.) NSFW

Summary: Larissa's patience has worn thin, thanks to a very bratty Reader.

Warnings: stern!Larissa, mommy kink, punishment, Larissa using reader to get off, slight degradation, face slapping, denial, just.. mean mommy Larissa.

One of life's greatest pleasures was riling Larissa up, you truly believed so. It was like free entertainment, really. Except, it wasn't entirely free — you paid with punishment. But was it really a punishment if you thoroughly enjoyed yourself every time?

How awful could a spanking be if Larissa made sure it never bruised you? Overstimulation was almost torturous, if it wasn't for the fact that you loved cumming so much. You were sure there wasn't a punishment that Larissa could dish out that you wouldn't be able to take. So when the tall blonde stormed into your dorm room one evening, roughly and messily tearing off her blazer, demanding that you "Get on the bed and take off your clothes" as she threw the jacket away from her, you couldn't help but giggle in excitement.

"Someone's a little frustrated," you teasingly pointed out, severely underestimating just how frustrated Larissa could get. After all, she was always so composed and level-headed.

Your first warning came suddenly. Before you could get into position on the bed in your own leisurely pace, moving from your stomach to your back, Larissa wrapped her fingers around your wrist, tugging you up onto your feet. Within a second, you were face to face with the Principal, close enough to see the darkness in her eyes — something you hadn't noticed before.

Larissa's unforgiving hand pinched your chin, tugging you even closer, "Safe words are red, yellow, green. Red is stop, green is good. You can grasp the concept, right darling?"

Her tone was harsh, low; you felt wetness threaten to slip out of you, throat suddenly dry. As you opened your mouth to answer her, late and hesitantly, Larissa silenced you with a slap to your cheek. A wave of shock coursed through you — mouth hanging open in surprise as your hand instinctively caressed the sore spot.

Larissa's stern demeanour didn't falter as she instantly placed her slender fingers back onto you — this time wrapped prettily and firmly around your throat, reaffirming her seriousness. "Answer me when I'm speaking to you. Do you understand?"

You nodded. Fuck, another smack — sharper, faster, blurring your vision for a second and then again, hand on your throat, squeezing, taunting you.

"Yes, Mommy."

"Red, yellow, green?"

"...Green," you managed to squeak out, avoiding her gaze.

"Ah," Larissa sounded pleased. A sick smirk brushed across her face as her grip finally loosened, "So you do understand simple commands after all."

"Yes, Mommy," you obediently confirmed, hoping to ease some of the agitation the woman was feeling, yet it was silly of you to think you could do that — Larissa had set a trap.

"Oh, you do?" the blonde’s eyebrows raised in faux-surprise before her face abruptly contorted in seething fury, "So when I tell you time and time again that it is absolutely not acceptable for you to prance around in those slutty, short, terribly distracting skirts, you understand all along — you just choose not to listen? Oh dear... That sounds like quite the punishable offence."

You whimpered, feeling her hold stiffen on your throat one last good time before she eased up finally, shoving you without warning back onto the bed; observing with growing satisfaction as you became small, helpless.

"Not so much the confident little brat you were earlier... Or yesterday, or the day before that, or the day before that one too, hm darling?" You laid still as the blonde crawled onto the bed, straddling your hips. Your teeth bit into your bottom lip as you examined Larissa with droopy eyes. She steadily lowered herself down, purposefully rutting her hips into yours a single time — just enough for you to wonder whether it could've been an accident or whether Larissa was trying to play games with you.

A drawn out moan escaped your mouth; Larissa's palm immediately shushed you, firmly pressing over your lips. "I don't want to hear any of that, darling. The only thing that I should be hearing coming from that little mouth is your pathetic begging. God knows you're going to need it — Mommy is feeling quite cruel."

You held your breath in worry of a whimper escaping, cheeks forming a rosy tint in exertion. The scene was so filthy, you couldn’t help but let your thoughts wander, feeling as your pussy became slick and swollen. You were in a tight tank top and mini skirt, pinned under Larissa who’s own skirt had ridden up to her hips, lacy red thong on display. Black heels dug into the sides of your thighs but the faint ache only added to your pleasure. Her shirt was frenziedly unbuttoned, probably on the way to your room; the thought of Larissa being so pent up that she couldn’t wait to get inside your dorm to start undressing made you impossibly soaked.

You were torn from daydreaming as the Principal leisurely rocked her hips into yours, her throbbing clit brushing against the fabric of her underwear and your own pussy, sending shivers down her spine. Larissa’s warm hands began working on the rest of the buttons on her white shirt, hips setting an even pace. The sight alone could’ve made you cum, yet with Larissa’s wet cunt sliding against yours, brushing against your clit just right, your mouth began parting in an ‘o’ shape.

“You naughty minx,” Larissa tutted, halting in place. Within the time it took your eyes to flutter shut in delight, the Principals palm met your left cheek in a searing kiss.

“Ouch! I’m- I’m sorry—“

“I don’t think you quite understand what this is about, darling. So let me put it plainly for you,” Larissa wrapped a hand around your throat before lowering her head till she was so close, her lips practically brushed against yours when she spoke. “Mommy is going to use you to get off. You are not to make a single noise or show any sign of enjoyment, let alone touch me. After all, this is a punishment. The only thing I should be hearing, if anything at all, is pitiful begging — you know it only makes mommy cum faster to see you struggling… Did you get that, darling? Or should I slap some sense back into you?”

Larissa’s words were dizzying, paired with the hand on your throat that squeezed a little tighter occasionally, you were sure you couldn’t think properly.

“I-I understand, mommy.”

The Principal hummed in response, easing up entirely as she lifted from straddling your hips. You wanted to whine out in protest yet your cheek still felt like it was on fire, reminding you to remain obedient. Larissa adjusted until she was straddling your thigh instead, pleased sighs falling from her lips the moment her dripping pussy met your skin.

“You see, darling,” The blonde began, hips swaying lazily back and forth as you observed the tension leave her body — shoulders slumping, eyes fluttering open and closed, “This isn’t about your pleasure… It’s about mine.”

As much as you wanted to cry out to Larissa, telling her how unfair and cruel you thought she was, you knew it would just be futile. All the blonde would have to do is slide her hand into your underwear and your silly points would be dismissed immediately. You racked your brain, even as it felt mushy, before remembering what Larissa had said: you were allowed to beg. You battled internally over keeping your dignity or possibly being allowed to cum — it didn’t take long before you made a decision.

“Please, mommy.”

Larissa’s hips jolted at the sound of your whiny tone, breaking rhythm momentarily. With how distracted your mind had been, you only now realised Larissa had taken off her shirt and was mindlessly kneading her own breasts through her lace, ruby bra.

“M-Mommy,” you whimpered at the filthy sight, your inner demons getting the better of you as you stupidly reached out your hand, desperate to be the one making Larissa feel so good.

“Don’t you dare,” The tall blonde snapped, sharply swatting your hand away as she stopped in her tracks.

“I can’t take it anymore — I’m so, so sorry for being a tease, I—“

“Shut your pretty little mouth,” Larissa cut you off in frustration, “Why are you apologising? Can you not follow simple instructions? Are you so selfish that you can’t let mommy make herself feel good? You should be thanking me, darling brat. Mommy was kind enough to get herself off on your thigh — I could easily stuff your mouth with my panties and tie you in place while I—“

“No!”

Larissa brought her hand down onto your right cheek this time, the action causing tears to well in your eyes, “So disobedient… I ought to really make you cry, darling.”

“Please, no! I’ll be good, I promise. I just want you to feel good! Please, please use me.”

“Oh? That’s more like it,” Larissa smirked, eyebrow raised. She brought her hands back to her chest teasingly slow, kneading her breasts and flicking her manicured nails over her lace-clad nipples. Her moans, a few octaves higher than before, filled the room as the older woman tested your ability to behave for the last time. You laid still as stone, hands balled into fists beside you; your breath hitched in the back of your throat. “If only you had been this obedient before, maybe I would feel generous enough to let you cum too, darling.”

“Please, mommy,” you begged pathetically, your words drawn out and whiny. Larissa’s pace faltered as she groaned in pleasure, eyelids falling shut. You bit your lip before trying again, “Please, please let me touch you mommy.”

“N-No.”

Although Larissa was firm, you didn’t miss the way she shuffled forward, her strong knee pressing into your pussy. The blonde continued rolling her hips into your thigh as if nothing had happened, trailing wetness along your skin.

You had been waiting for Larissa to touch you all day, hence why you had worn a shorter skirt this morning, so the little pressure you had on your pulsating clit already felt overwhelmingly pleasurable.

“P-Please, mommy. Can I- Can I?” You desperately whined, forcing your moans down in fear of losing the touch you were given.

Larissa’s hips stammered again and a low chuckle left her mouth, fingers tugging her bra down roughly and wrapping around her nipples, twisting, pulling. “God, you’re pathetic, darling. You’re going to make mommy cum.”

“Please! Please, c-can I?”

“No, don’t— oh, fuck,” Larissa’s words melted off her tongue as she grew animalistic and desperate, rutting against your thigh as she chased her orgasm. Her body gave out just as she reached her peak with a cry of relief, gravitating into your chest. You almost sobbed when she moved her knee away from your soaked underwear, a single whimper escaping in devastation.

Larissa rolled onto her side, resting her head onto her arm, chest pink-tinted and heaving, “Poor thing. Were you close, darling?”

She looked down at you in pity and you couldn’t help the pout that formed on your lips. It was only right for Larissa to kiss you gently in that moment, pulling away too quickly for your liking.

“Mommy is going to finish up with work. I expect you know not to touch. You don’t want to make me angry again, darling, do you?”

You shook your head ‘no’, defeatedly watching as the blonde got dressed. You couldn’t believe it, but maybe there was a punishment that Larissa could dish out which you wouldn’t enjoy as much, after all. You didn’t think she had it in her to deny you, let alone return to work not knowing if you were truly going to obey. Larissa had surprised you and herself — the entire rest of her day, a smirk played on her lips. Deep down, the blonde even hoped you would misbehave again, giving her the perfect excuse to turn you into a little toy that she could use for her pleasure alone.

[kaicubus]

Distraction P2 | Xavier T.

warnings ✩° : mutual pining, fluff confession, slight VERY SLIGHT angst bc i was listening to enchanted by taylor swift at one point in this, closure, both reader and xavier are 17-18 years old.

pairing ✩° : xavier thorpe x fem!reader

premise ✩° : demanding answers from your rival who stole a kiss from you  unexpectedly at the poe cup to distract you, you confront him, this time  ready to catch HIM off guard.  

word count ✩° : 3.1k

authors note ✩° : a performance was demanded of me. and now i have delivered. ENCOREEEEEEEEEE!!! anyways. OMG I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS EEHEHHEHE GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET...hope you enjoy...also expect more fics of xavier bc i love this show and i love him.

From the time you lost horribly due to a certain distraction to the time now, your mind has been scrambled to the point of irrevocable recovery. Still, you didn’t say anything to your friends or your teammates, especially about your plans for tonight.

The feeling of that kiss had been lingering for hours on your lips, how could he catch you off guard like that? You wanted to be angry, you wanted to throw all the books off of your desk and wreck everything around you, but you physically can’t. It’s almost as if the feeling of Xavier’s hands trailing down your waist were keeping you from it all.

You sit up in a panic and shake your head, “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Y/n it’s kinda hard to ignore the fact you lost that completion for us but it’s even harder to pretend like somethings not on your mind. As your friend, we need to talk.

“There’s nothing we need to talk about.”

She sits down next to you on your bed and leans back, hugging her knee to give her stability, “So what I heard was that only you and Xavier made it to shore. Could it be something with him?”

Before she can ask more agonizing questions, you sit up and throw the doors of your closet open. “Woah. Calm down.” F/n says softly, “Look if you don’t want to talk about it we don’t have to. I just want to know if—“

“The reason I didn’t get back in time.” You ignore her, huffing roughly, “I was distracted. That’s all that needs to be said.”

“A bit of both, F/n. A bit of both.” With that, you get dressed into a more comfortable outfit, adjusting your hair and doing other rituals to finalize your outing. It should be fun.

“Y/n.” Xavier raises his brows, “Didn’t think you’d actually come. Considering you hate me and all.” He takes a moment to take in all of you. Your outfit, your hair, your makeup, he can’t help but smile to himself. After all, you look cute, so who is he not to appreciate that?

“Afternoon, Xavier.” Your eyebrows lift on instinct, expressing your disapproval of your presence in front of him already. He has his arm propped up against the frame of his door and the way he leans onto it so casually makes something inside of you self implode. Complete with a parted grin, Xavier locks eyes with you and waits for your response.

“I-I don’t hate you.” Keeping composure wasn’t an option. Looking at him in the eyes even once would remind you of that kiss. In fact, looking at him in general was a guaranteed flashback. “At least right now. I have questions.”

“I think I have answers.” He shrugs, “Though I think that kiss kind of cleared everything up—“

You cut him off with a rough sigh, “Yeah. It’s about that.”

“Ok, so…You going to come in? Or are we going to talk right here?” He glances up and looks around at all the passing students. With a small nod, you find yourself entering his dorm room. Hung drawings and strung along polarioids line the walls, giving the overall atmosphere of the room an artsy aesthetic. It’s not as clean as yours, and he lives alone ever since Rowan was expelled from Nevermore, but it’s still nice.

“Sorry about the mess,” Xavier’s voice tugs you back into reality, “I forgot to clean up. The Amontillado’s and I went out for dinner and you know I had a killer steak, almost lost track of time before I realized that I had a possible date with Y/n L/n. I of course didn't want to miss that.” Even though the words coming out of his mouth are cocky and prideful, he looks at you like all of what he’s saying is exaggerated and sarcastic. He’s good at confusing you.

Still, his subtle gloat makes you roll your eyes, “Was that necessary? The steak? The celebrating?”

“Oh absolutely.” He dips his head down and grins, “Let’s talk on my bed.”

“Sure.”

The two of you sit down on the edge of his bed, and now it becomes increasingly obvious that you're the only nervous one between the two of you. Xavier doesn't shy away from the fact either, instead he steals multiple glances at your fidgety hands and blushed cheeks and grins mischievously.

“Do you remember the kiss? How it even happened?” You start, looking him directly in the eyes.

He raises a brow and continues his grin, “Uh, yeah. Other than the fact it was a few hours ago, I don't see why I’d forget it?”

“You didn't answer me from before. I know that now you told me all of that to distract me from the race, but why were you so adamant on telling me that you like me? You could've kissed me and did that, since it was a fool proof plan.”

“Fool proof?” Xavier raises his hand and curls it to his lips, “Me kissing you, was fool proof? For a distraction? Honestly, if you admit it was, I’m not complaining. But I didn't know you could tell me that if I ever tried kissing you before, you'd accept it.”

Usually, you’d be annoyed. Your face would burn with aggression and you’d feel violent remarks bubble in your throat, but now you can’t even think of anything mean to say. Just another question.

“Did you kiss me just to kiss me? Or was it all just a plan?”

Hearing the question makes Xavier stop his teasing. Lip tucked between his teeth to keep quiet, he looks at you, half wondering if what you just said was serious or not and the other half choosing his next words extremely carefully. Though it doesn’t help the throbbing in his chest seeing the way your head is tilted just enough so that you're looking up at him through your lashes, too nervous to hold eye contact for so long.

A brief silence washes over you both before Xavier rubs the back of his neck, pensive in thought. His feeble attempt at making himself seem calm and collected only makes him shift in his position next to you, accidentally brushing his hip against yours.

“No,” Xavier says, his voice just above a whisper, “I meant everything I said. I never wanted to be better than you, I just wanted to talk to you. I like you a lot, Y/n. I never lied about that.”

You show the side of your face and let your shoulders fall, “I never said you lied about it. There’s nothing you can lie about in a kiss like that. You deceived me, not lied.”

He rolls his lips into his mouth and rubs his hand onto his thigh, “You know, it’s not really deception if I meant it all. I was dressed as a jester you know, secretly funny despite being advertised as a joke.”

His laughter that follows after makes your heart tremble. Looking back at him, your smile falls back into nervousness, “I don’t…I don’t not like you.” You stare at his lips, scared to meet his gaze that’s very clearly fixated on you, “It’s just. I don’t like how you make me feel.”

“How exactly do I make you feel, Y/n?” His eyes travel down, “...I know I make you mad.”

“I’m mad because of the way you make me feel, Thorpe. You walk around like you’re some enigmatic being with all the substance and deep personality in the world. You’re always in thought. Maybe that’s why you do better than me.” You sigh, “I can’t focus right. Probably...probably because I’m always thinking about you.”

Even though for once you’re not yelling at him, Xavier listens to you with genuine interest. You didn’t even know that was possible, frankly, neither did he.

You turn your head up to meet his gaze when you realize he hasn’t said anything all this time. “Xavier?” You say softly, “Why did you kiss me?”

He sways back, draping his hand over yours, “You looked like you needed to be kissed. Maybe that’s why. But it seems like no matter what answer I’ll give you, you’re not going to be happy,” he says, pressing his thumb softly into your knuckles, “And all I want is for you to be happy. At least with me.”

This time, you don’t shy away from his touch. There’s not an ounce of nervousness. In place of it, your body acts on its own and you bend more towards him.

“Can I ask a question this time?” Xavier speaks slow and cohesively, “If that’s ok?”

You’re not sure why, but his question intrigued you. What did he have to ask? What more was he confused about? You stop yourself when you realize that these may be questions running through Xavier’s head when he looks at you. When he looks at you, huh, the look on his face makes your ears heat up and your heart skip two beats at once. Of course, scientifically that impossible, but Xavier makes facts feel wrong in your mind. Just like how it was a fact you hated him. Or it was a fact he wanted to be better than you for the sole purpose of humiliating you. Just as those were shot down and proven to be wrong, so have your previous feelings, now shedding new light onto the hidden ones you've kept locked away.

You could feel his smug face staring down at you, as you wait silently for the question.

“How exactly do you feel about me?” The question falls from his lips, the same lips that’d kissed you speechless earlier today, “Because when I look at you, I can feel you hate me, but you said that’s wrong. I don’t know what’s right and wrong when I’m with you. Usually I’d want this to end but, I just want to know, Y/n.”

How you feel? About him? Your eyes trip into his inescapable stare and suddenly you feel your throat start to close. Of course, you didn't want to leave him short or even worse, assuming your feelings towards him because anything that isn't what you say is wrong and you need to communicate that with him but you just can’t. It’s so easy just to swallow your pride and talk, but every second of silence jabs the knife of uncertainty deeper and deeper.

But you have to say something.

“Xavier—”

“Y/n—” Suddenly, he interrupts. Not intentionally, but because you were silent for so long.

Maybe you and him aren't so different after all.

Xavier’s quick to apologize, but you're faster. “Sorry, go ahead.” The heat on your face only grows hotter so you're forced to pull the collar of your shirt away from your skin.

“No, it’s ok, I was just going to say something stupid.” He shakes his head, causing his long hair to sweep along his perfectly cut jaw, “Go on.”

You roll your shoulders back and inhale sharply, “We both know I don’t like being second best—”

“Obviously.”

You glare at Xavier.

“Right, sorry.”

“And we both know that that obviously has been happening—”

“Not intentionally.”

“XAVIER.” Your rival laughs at your temper, only for you to grind your teeth together in frustration, “I’m trying to tell you how I feel about you—like you ASKED—but you keep interrupting me! PLEASE! Be quiet!”

He chuckles a bit before nodding, “Yes ma’am.”

You decide to ignore that. For now at least. Instead, your nervousness returns now that the uncomfortable silence has returned, but at least you have the spotlight now. An ache in your chest spirals into your stomach as the thought of ‘now or never’ finally settled in. If telling Xavier how you really felt all this time would mean relief from all the negativity bottled up inside you, self loathing tendencies and being the human embodiment of a locked box with no key, you were willing to take the risk of him making any comments towards you.

Reaching out, you take your finger and place it on top of his as a sort of reassurance that everything will be ok if you know this moment is real. He glances at your small gesture, his lips cracking into an unnoticed smirk, and curls his slender finger under yours, hugging it almost.

"I guess there’s no better way to say that...I return your feelings. It’s ironic too because, for all the time we spend together, even if it’s not quality time or anything, I like it. I like it a lot. You actually make what I do fun, I realize that now.” The words become even easier to say, “No matter how much I push you away, it makes you ten times stronger. And I don't think I want to let that go. What I’m trying to get at is I like having you around. I don’t know if it’s your presence, or just you in general, but I don’t want to let go of it any time soon.” It takes another moment before you finally say, “I like you back, Xavier.”

Silence, again. That was...something.

Almost as if the quietness wasn't deafening enough, a small chuckle breaks it and somehow makes the whole situation all the more unbearable.

“What?” Your voice is exasperated, “Why are you laughing?”

“I’m not laughing at you,” He smiles and cuts his hair down the middle, allowing it to fall from each side loosely, “You know you do this thing where when you're talking, you kinda,” he swerves his wrist in a circle and motions in front of his face, “I don't know how to explain it, but it’s really cute.”

His smugness is infectious. Like a virus, it travels into your system and makes you avert your eyes to wherever he isn't looking to distract yourself from the overwhelming palpitations your heart is running. “Hey,” his deep voice speaks, somehow closer to you now, “Is there maybe something else you want to tell me?” Xavier mutters.

“Actually, yeah.” You nod, enveloping your other hand over your ear and looking to the other side of him for a brief moment, “I want you to give me another answer.”

“To what question?”

“My feelings.” You whisper comfortably, “Not like last time. Not as a distraction. As a real thing.”

“Are you sure?” Xavier whispers too kneading his hand into yours, “Like, you want me to kiss you again?”

You feel like the breath is knocked from your lungs when you nod your head, “Please.”

He hesitates a little before bringing his cold palm directly to your collarbone, using his thumb to lead his movements to where he wants it to be. The gentleness of his touch makes you even weaker than before. Just barely, the tip of his thumb stretches the corner of your lip, bouncing it back into place when he feels like he’s satisfied. Little touches like that make your head reel. You don't even care that you want to ask how he knows all the right places to touch you, you just close your eyes and let him. Before you know it, that crashing sensation returns. Fuck, have you missed it.

Very quickly, Xavier feels a jolt hit your body as it tenses against his grasp, but as quick as it came, it leaves and you give in. An arm wraps around you, catching your waist and pulling you closer to him, his unoccupied hand rubbing slow and small circles on your back smoothly while he takes the bottom of your lip and nods deeper into your mouth. He’s in no hurry to do anything more, but you can tell he wants to stay here with you for hours. It’s all easily told with his not so secret grabbing and pulling that in this moment, you're all he wants.

There’s something surprisingly methodical, coming from him, in the way he takes in your lip, sucking gently on the pliant skin, then scrunching your hair in between the spaces of his fingers. There’s one spot his touch lingers on though, the nape of your neck. The spot, with an ache for much needed attention, makes you squirm into him when he runs his thumb over it accidentally—almost like a sweet spot of yours Xavier was sure to abuse in the future.

You don't notice it at first, but eventually you realize that through the total mind fuzziness of when he kisses you, you've both ended up further up than you were when you first started on his bed. The way time passes doesn't seem real, kissing him feels like nothing else matters in the world. In fact, being around him, in his dorm room, and just looking at him was all it took for you to forget about everything.

When he eventually pulls back, his body lifting away from you—a second of fleeting panic shoots through your chest at the sudden space between you both. By the solemn expression on his face, eyes hooded with pure relaxation and satisfaction, he can tell you enjoyed the kiss a little more than you should've.

“So, does this mean that I can take you out on a proper date now?” He mutters against your lips, “Because I’ve been having these dreams of taking you to this place out in town. You know,” Xavier kisses his teeth, “Gotta listen to the dreams, Y/n.”

His smugness is now just laughable, so you give in and throw your head back chuckling, “Let’s listen to them then. I’m free tomorrow?”

“So am I.” He leans back in and gives you another soft, quick kiss but instead of pulling away this time, he remains close to your face, his fingers interlocked with yours, “I’m really glad we figured this out, Y/n.”

“Me too.” Your chest flutters.

No one told you how to feel after your first kiss with your sworn academic rival. There were no rules to base your feelings on and there was certainly no expectations to meet up to. But you weren't confused anymore, that was the more important issue. Your head is clear as it’s ever been. Thanks to him, Xavier made that all possible.

[elliewlums]

xavier and littering kisses all over your face my brain is fuzzy help

HELP I LOVE HIM

content warnings: pure fluff honestly, pda, xavier gives r all the luv, no pronouns used for r!

note: this was so so fun to write! pls remember to reblog, it helps a ton and comments are always appreciated<33

you giggle as soft pillowed flesh meets your right cheek first; xavier’s head dips down, mop of brown swaying and tickling your exposed neck. your eyes follow the fluid movement of his chin length hair, the way the light catches it, the way each bob of his head has it flying about his face.

“xavi!” you squeal as he pecks at your jaw, teeth protruding to graze against the bone before going back to his ardent mouthing. the low vibration of his content humming makes you warm, your chest almost bursting with adoration.

“sweetheart,” he murmurs back, his lips now working back up to your forehead, pressing to your temples and then right between your crinkled eyes. you’re soft and melting, boneless in the crowded cafeteria surrounded by your friends; you couldn’t care less, too enamoured with your boyfriend to take much notice of their disgusted stares. his lithe fingers are a welcome sensation against your scalp, a gentle scratching that has you leaning into his touch and practically purring like a little cat.

his lips next find a home at the corner of your mouth; he’s so close, narrowing the gap between the pair of you further until all you can feel is him. his body pressed against yours, his perpetual warmth engulfing you along with his affections. you turn your head, determined to catch his lips in a real kiss, only to be disappointed when he pivots away once again, swooping down to nip at the other side of your neck.

your lips push out into a pout at his aversions and you scrunch your nose, a complaint on the tip of your tongue. he senses it, catches your lips between his before you can utter a single syllable, and laughs into your mouth as the whine dies in your throat.

he pulls away with a wet smack, unsurprised when you chase him and needle your way underneath his arms. absentmindedly, you begin to twirl a strand of his hair between your fingers. he flushes, a subtle red creeping across his cheeks and up to his ears.

you don’t think you’ve ever loved a person more.

[yourmidnightlover]

nevermore…

chapter 1: dancing around

pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: reader has newfound abilities with her mind and is continuing to uncover new powers as her parents ship her off to nevermore out of fear and disgust. xavier helps reader during their time at nevermore.

warnings: readers mom is terrible, panic attack, i don’t think there’s anything else but please let me know if you find anything that may need to be warned about!

a/n: this is the first chapter in a series i’m starting

chapter 2 here

“i don’t want to go,” you cried as your mother continued to pack your bags. “i don’t need to go! i can be normal, i can make it-“

“no!” she zipped up your bag as you angrily wiped your eyes. “you can’t control it,” she shoved her finger in your face. “you throw things around my house while eating, you start floating when you’re in class, you’re not normal! until you learn to control this you’re not my daughter either.”

“you don’t… you don’t mean that,” you held onto the hand that was waving in your face. “i-im still your daughter. im still the same old y/n that you love.”

she scoffed in disgust as she ripped her hand away from your grip, wiping it on her clothes, “no. you’re an abomination. you’re a freak,” she snarled. “no child of mine is a freak.”

that was the last time you spoke to your mother. now, here you are on a train to the nevermore boarding school. she had heard from it while on some lame business trip, picked up a pamphlet and everything. now you were questioning the fact that she ever had a business trip in the first place.

clearly she was just scoping out the place. maybe that meant she cared enough to ensure the school was right for you, or maybe she simply had to talk to someone to make sure they could handle her problem child.

when the train screeched to a stop, you held onto your bags tightly as you began to stroll off the vehicle your mother forced you onto. eventually, you might be able to ignore the sting that’s pierced your heart due to your parent stabbing it.

she was scared of you.

you never hurt her, yet she was frightened. the thought of your powers escalating and you being more powerful terrified her to no extent.

it started with you accidentally spilling drinks. you would simply be talking with your hands and suddenly a drunk across the counter would spill in the direction you were motioning. your mother picked up on it almost immediately, making you clean it up and forcing you to claps your hands neatly in your lap every time you were to talk.

then you had began to read her thoughts. you would hear the sarcasm in her head as she said i love you. the attitude that would reverberate every single time you apologized for your powers glitching out.

when you started floating, which was really just glorified floating, she was at her wits’ end. it wasn’t but two days later when she shoved you on that train and sent you off.

“welcome to nevermore, y/n y/l/n,” principal weems announced happily, her arms opening in a grand way. “let me show you to your dorm,”

“will,” you sighed, trying to push down the rising frustration and anger. “will this school help me learn to control it? the mind stuff?”

“darling,” principal weems reached to grasp your hand, stroking it gently with her thumb. “this school is the best place for you to not only learn to appreciate and use your powers, but also for you to feel welcomed and not alone.”

“thank you,” you nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. “i hope that’s all true.”

“now,” principal weems began to explain as she walked you towards your dorm. “your roommate is a vampire, yoko. she’s truly one of the sweetest students we’ve had grace the halls of nevermore. you’ve nothing to worry about. she’ll be able to give you a tour of campus and explain everything to you. i also need to meet with you at 2 pm about extracurricular activities.”

weems knocked quietly before opening the door, revealing the room to the both of you. “hi,” you meekly spoke. “i’m-“

“y/n,” she nodded as she got up and greeted you with a hug. “welcome to nevermore,” she gave you a sweet smile, genuine even. “it’s odd that you’ve come mid-semester since that doesn’t normally happen, but i see they’ve made a proper exception!”

you looked up towards the principal, wanting some answers. “well, your mother made it seem as though this was urgent, and i happen to agree,” she explained.

“my mother doesn’t care about what happens to me,” you muttered as your gaze hit the old wooden floors. splinters we’re peaking out of nearly every board, you made a note to make sure to wear shoes at all times.

“well,” weems began to speak. “i suppose i’ll leave you two to it! be sure to give her the tour, and y/n, your things are being brought up as we speak.”

“this is the quad,” she spoke as you both walked slow to give you time to observe everything. “and, of course, like any other school, this one also has those very same cliques,” she began pointing to tables that were gathered together talking. “they have these specific ‘names’ but it’s kinda stupid. these are the vamps, my crew,” she gave them a wave as she continued to walk with you. “these are the werewolves, the sirens, and i must give you a special note of bianca, the resident queen of nevermore, and of course the gorgons.”

“seems simple enough,” you took a deep breath as you saw one person estranged from everyone else, painting the wall. “who’s he?”

god, these dreams just keep getting worse. i mean first this weird creature and now i’m seeing some girl? it just doesn’t make sense.

“hey,” yoko squeezed your shoulder. “what was that? you just zoned out.”

“oh um…” you furrowed your brows while trying to explain. “i have these mind ability things, but i have no control over them. i can move things with my mind, read minds, and apparently levitate? it’s weird,” you rolled your eyes as your gaze fixed on the same boy, finding that his met yours. when they did they widened with surprise.

her. why… she’s here?

“who-who is he?” you nodded your head towards him. he began to stare at you, a smile gracing his face. you simply turned your head the other way.

“that is xavier thorpe,” her arm was now redting over your shoulders. “he’s our resident tortured artist, really talented, kind of a loner.”

“hm,” you nodded as you looked back at him. your eyes met once more before he smiled and quickly looked back towards the mural he was painting.

“and that’s basically everything,” she shrugged. “wanna sit with me and the vamps? you don’t have to, but you’re more than welcome.”

“i’m good, i think i’m just gonna familiarize myself with the place, walk around a bit,” you began to walk away as she nodded.

you were simply wandering around. the school is extremely old, surely there are some little secrets about the place you’d be able to uncover. the library seemed normal enough, recently built. the floors weren’t splintering like the ones in your room. each book was dust free, the emblems were polished, clearly no secrets hidden away in the room.

making your way outside, you had stumbled upon an old, run-down shed. vibes were growing in the sides of the building, surely on the inside as well. you opened the freely doors to see the building was overgrown with plants and vines from outside. it was promising. the structure was sturdy and rather beautiful.

after checking the time on your phone, you realized it was 1:50. you rushed into principal weems office before it was even 1:59, you enjoyed being punctual.

“principal weems,” you nodded as you entered her office.

“y/n!” she stood and gestured for you to take a seat. “now, what kind of activities are you interested in? i have a list of extracurricular activities that you may be interested in if you’d like to take a look.”

the list was long, very long. there was poetry, dancing, fencing, orchestra, choir, potions, boating, beekeeping, and so much more.

“i’ve heard that your mother was always an excellent dancer,” weems mused, trying to encourage you.

“i guess,” you nodded. “i guess i can do that one.”

“oh, that sounds lovely!” she nodded as she wrote something down. “now there’s an even number for pairs.”

“i do have a question…” you began. “i found this old shed on campus. it’s run down but i was wondering if i could work on it? in my free time?”

“well, i think that’d be lovely,” she nodded. “we have gardening tools you can grab from ms. thornhill.”

once you found a garden hoe and shovel. you started at the roots of the vines, tearing them from the ground and tossing them outside.

from books to jewelry, you had always loved restoring things. it was so easy to see the beauty in things that were new, but you were able to see the beauty in even the things that were old or damaged.

it only took you three hours to clear out all of the greenery. you figured that was good enough until you got more supplies.

after closing the door, your head towards the ground, you bumped into someone.

“woah, sorry,” the voice had apologized. you looked up at the voice, seeing xavier thorpe, holding your shoulders so you remained steady. “hi,” he had a beautiful smile.

“sorry,” you looked back down. “i was just leaving,” you began to walk away from the boy.

“i’m xavier!” he called out, you stopped in your tracks. “xavier thorpe,” you turned to face him.

“i know,” you nodded before continuing to walk away, back towards your dorm.

i need to know her.

you turned to see his eyes trailing you, his face in deep thought.

there’s no reason you can think of as to why he’d be so caught up on you, if it was even you he’s thinking about.

-

“alright class!” the dance teacher began to speak. “pair up with one another, we’ll be doing a classic waltz.”

you stood there, waiting for some leftovers to pair up with. you weren’t going to be the one to make the first move, especially since you’re new.

“hey,” xavier appeared in front of you with a smile so beautiful it was torture.

“xavier,” you nodded, pressing your lips together as you waited for him to do whatever it is that he wanted.

“do you have a partner yet, mystery girl?”

“well, no,” you shook your head. “i don’t think the new girl is ever the first person to have a partner, xavier.”

“y’know i don’t think it’s very fair that i still don’t know your name,” he held his hand out for you to grab, you rested it on top of his larger hand. “especially now that we’re partners.”

“we’re partners?”

he nodded his head as he began to hold your hand, rather than just let yours rest stop his, “that we are, mystery girl.”

“alright,” the teacher clapped her hands together as she began to instruct where hand placement should be. “the lead should rest their right hand on their partner’s back, holding their hand with the other. the followers left hand should go on their partners shoulder.”

“i should lead,” you told him. “my mother danced for years, im well versed in almost everything.”

“funny you should mention,” he rested his hand on your back, bringing your hand to his shoulder. “i’ve been to a few of my father’s functions, had professional lessons in ballroom dancing.”

“whatever,” you sighed as you let him take the lead.

“remember,” the teacher began to emphasize. “you aren’t dancing in a plague. you need to get close in order to feel the rhythm with one another.”

“you heard her,” he stepped closer to you, you held your breath. “we need to get close.”

you met his eyes, not missing the annoyingly smug grin that adorned his face. “we were fine before,” you shrugged.

his thumb stroked your back, “teacher’s orders. not my fault,” you felt his shoulders shrug underneath your hand.

it had been a long time since you were so close to a person. your own mother hadn’t hugged you since you were a child, since you were normal.

the way your hand fit in his was more comfortable than you thought it could ever be. it was warm, welcoming, even. it was right.

so, you shut your mouth. you stepped an inch closer to xavier, you held onto his hand a little tighter, and you let yourself be close to someone for at least one dance.

“why won’t you tell me your name?” he whispered as the teacher began to instruct the movements to make.

“just for you to forget it? no point in it,” it was your turn to shrug.

“i’m not one to typically forget something so significant,” you wouldn’t meet his eyes. you simply looked at your feet as they moved around the floor. “do you not know that everyone’s been talking about you?”

“oh… no, i didn’t know,” you shook your head. “what’re they saying?”

“y’know,” he tilted his head, effectively getting your attention. “just that you’re some mystery girl that happens to be pretty cute.”

“i’m also a girl who knows how things like this pan out, xavier,” you warned him, one of your brows raising as a warning.

he simply furrowed his brows, his smile quirking down. it didn’t matter what he thought of you. you were here to get things under control so you could become a normal, not so you could find a cute guy to be with.

“how would that be?”

“well, you call me cute, i bat my eyelashes at you, somehow we hangout and i may get attached, and then you turn your head for the next ‘mysterious girl that happens to be cute’,” you replied with a low level of hostility. “i’m here to get my shit under control, then go home to my mother. i don’t plan on being tossed around like a doll while i do that.”

“alright class!” the teacher clapped her hands. “that’s all for today, wonderful job!”

you tore yourself away from him and nearly ran away. it wasn’t personal. it was simply you laying down the law, per-say.

eventually, you made your way to botany. you sat in the only desk that nobody was seated in. it seemed as though they were set in duos, partners.

of course, as if the devil was grinning at you, xavier thorpe walked in. his eyes immediately darted towards where you were seating with a smug look.

“i’m starting to think this is fate,” he plopped his bag down and sat in the chair beside you.

“how?” you didn’t bother meeting his stare.

“well, this is where i always sit,” he sighed loudly. “you can even ask thornhill. it is.”

you were getting frustrated, which wasn’t good. any strong emotion made your powers go a bit… haywire.

“just… stop,” you began to tap your pencil against the table.

“just tell me your name?”

you felt your blood begin to boil. the bell hadn’t even rung yet and you were in the verge of exploding.

“xavier,” you tried to steady your breathing.

“mystery girl?” he seemed to become a bit more worried as you closed your eyes.

“it’s about to happen,” you squeezed your eyes shut as you continued to feel your heartbeat racing.

“what?”

“the moving thing-the thing where i can move things-i just-“

“open your eyes,” he rested his hand on yours. “trust me.”

you opened them.

“now, i need you to look me in my eyes,” you reluctantly met his eyes. “now focus on your breathing, in and out. slowly.”

“you have,” you began to speak. “you have little specks of brown in your eyes. they’re green, but they have specks of brown. a-a uh honey brown. they’re actually really nice to look at.”

your voice was distant, almost as if you were floating. it was soft and light, your head felt soft and light. but it was clear. your mind was clear; you weren’t panicking at all. you had calmed. he had calmed you down.

“there,” he finally released your hand. was he holding it the entire time? “you feel better?”

“yes-yea,” you were still staring at his eyes. “thanks… for that.”

“of course,” xavier nodded, his eyes seeming sincere. “you can stop staring at me now.”

“i’m not staring at you,” you shook your head as you picked your pencil back up, the teacher entering the room.

“you are,” he smiled now, looking you up and down. you couldn’t read his expression.

finally, you snapped out of it. you had to focus. it was your first day and you had to focus. you were going to make it back home to your mother. you would make her proud.

now you just had to find out 1) why xavier wanted to know so much about you. 2) how he was able to calm you down so easily. and 3) how the hell to control your powers.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Summary: Wednesday seems to be happy this morning…who died?

Something must’ve occurred overnight, or your were being optically deceived via an illusion but Wednesday Addams was…smiling? Quite frankly it creeped you out. Not to say that she shouldn’t smile, that wasn’t what you were trying to say; Wednesday looked beautiful when she smiled but there was a significant difference in her smiles that to anyone else -other then yourself and Enid- they would look identical.

“You look to be in a good mood this morning Wednesday, who’s the unfortunate soul to have died for a smile to grace your abysmal gravestone of a face?” You asked whilst making yourself a drink and a bite to eat. The girl merely scoffed at your words, her lips secretly upturned behind her drink that she used for cover. “It’ll be you should you continue to pester in my affairs.” She said coldly, yet she did nothing when you moved to press a kiss to the side of her head as you passed her by.

“She saw Headmistress Weems fall down a flight of stairs.” Enid answered as she came into the room in obnoxiously loud sleepwear. “It was an exquisite sight.” Wednesday defended herself before casting her dark gaze over at you where they twinkled with a sense of morbid delight. “You should’ve been there to see it y/n, you surly would have appreciated it,” She paused briefly as her eyes darted over to Enid, “unlike our dear Enid here who screamed bloody murder.”

The blonde made a noise of offence as she turned to confront your darkly clothed girlfriend, arms crossed like an disappointed mother about to scold her child for eating mud. “She could’ve gotten hurt! Or worse!” “That would’ve made for quite the viewing pleasure.” Wednesday replied, unfazed as she took a long sip of her drink while you could only attempt to hide your laughter at the horrid look on Enid’s face. The pair continued their back and fourth for a little while longer as you acted as their silent spectator; Watching on in amusement as Enid questioned Wednesday’s morals and as Wednesday made no attempt in objecting to the obvious.

“Thank you Nevermore.” You said solely to yourself, “I guess you were useful for something after all.”

[lowkeyerror]

Falling Fast

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Notes: Hellhound reader

Summary: Y/n couldn't help but to bring out her violin once she heard the cello playing in the night. The new girl on campus intrigued her, but little did she know the interest was mutual. That doesn't get revealed until the two girls find themselves in the forest one night.

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Masterlist

Though everyone would deny it, Wednesday was intriguing. Not in the normal way, the new student was intriguing. Nothing about Wednesday was normal, but for some reason her abnormality was viewed with hostility at Nevermore.

Y/n thought that was quite curious. She never truly understood how even amongst a whole group of outcasts, there could be lines of divisions as such.

Before Y/n spoke to Wednesday, they played a song together. Wednesday had started late one night with her cello. It rang out across the entire school grounds. It was brilliant.

Y/n's body had a mind of its own upon listening to the cello. She found herself just outside of her room with her violin perched under her neck. She waited for the right timing and jumped into Wednesday's symphony.

It was an intense piece and without a sheet in front of her, following along should've been harder. However, she let intuition guide her as she played. She followed Wednesday's lead, and by the time they were done, she felt like she knew something about the girl.

Y/n's eyes traveled up to the balcony Wednesday had been playing on. She found that the Addams girl was already looking down at her. The violinist almost waved, but she didn't. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Both girls held a certain curiosity in their respective glances.

It's Wednesday who turns away first. It's an abrupt movement as she takes her cello and re-enters her room. Y/n stares at the spot where Wednesday stood, for a moment longer.

" Goodnight, Wednesday," the words leave her lips, and then she slips into her room.

Enid is the one to set up a proper introduction between Y/n and Wednesday.

" Y/n this is Wednesday, Wednesday this is Y/n the girl you've been asking me about."

Y/n’s eyes land on the dark haired girl, who seems to be sizing her up. The taller girl sticks her handout for Wednesday to shake, " Nice to finally meet you."

There is a long hesitation in her movements, but Wednesday does eventually return the handshake," You were the one on the violin the other night?"

Y/n gave a curt nod," I was. Sorry if I interrupted, but I could hear it from my room, and got a little carried away."

Enid interjects," I thought the two of you sounded really good together."

The violinist scratches the back of her neck," The cello was definitely better than the violin that night."

" It was, but I suppose you did well, considering you played it all by ear."

Y/n smiled a bit at the compliment," Thanks."

Y/n and Wednesday seemed to be locked into a staring contest. Neither girl was able to take her gaze off of the other. Enid's gaze shifted between the two, sensing some underlying chemistry.

" Well… Wednesday and I have to go, but we'll catch up with you some other time," the blonde tries to drag Wednesday away.

The Addams girl untangles herself from Enid's grasp, but still follows the cheery blonde.

Y/n watches the pair leave before returning to her previous activities.

Enid hounded Wednesday as soon as Y/n was no longer in sight. A lot of the talking went into one ear and out of the other. That was until Enid insinuated that Wednesday liked Y/n.

" Why would you assume something so… trivial of me?"

Enid scoffs," It's totally normal to like someone, Wednesday, even for us."

" I don't like her," Wednesday deadpans.

" You gave her a compliment. You don't compliment anyone, ever. It's a part of your character," Enid rambles on.

Wednesday almost struggles to find a rebuttal," I did not compliment her. I simply acknowledged how complex it was to follow along with my music."

" So you're saying you found it impressive?" Enid questions.

" Precisely."

Enid smirks," And is that not a compliment?"

Wednesday stares down Enid," It would be quite curious if you went to sleep with a head full of hair, but woke up with a buzzcut, don't you agree? Thing knows his way around a good pair of clippers."

" I trust Thing to make sure I look my best," Enid shrugs.

Wednesday groans," Are friends always so insufferable?"

Enid gushes," Awe, you called us, friends."

Wednesday groans once more before the girls reach their class, effectively ending the conversation.

Throughout the day, Y/n's wandering thoughts all seemed to lead her back to Wednesday. There was something about the girl that was infectious. Or in other words, something about Wednesday felt like an infection.

Though the encounters were brief, Y/n found herself showing all the signs of having feelings for Wednesday. The girl was unapologetically herself, and there was something that Y/n admired in her. She wanted to curse herself for being so enchanted so quickly, but she knew that she wasn't the only one.

Y/n had seen Wednesday with both Tyler and Xavier. It might've been hard for Wednesday to decipher, but it was clear to anyone with eyes that they were both interested in the girl. Y/n couldn't blame them, maybe it was some sort of Wednesday effect.

A tapping on her window pulled Y/n out of her thoughts. Her eyes narrowed, but she hadn't seen anyone in the darkness. Y/n stood and cautiously edged towards the window.

" Hello?"

Her nerves stilled when the window opened. Y/n panicked seeing a hand crawl into her room, but her panic was quickly replaced by confusion. The palm opened and there was some writing on it.

Follow Thing- Wednesday

" I presume you're Thing."

Thing gives Y/n a thumbs up before pointing at her violin.

" She wants me to bring the violin?"

Thing confirms this. Y/n packs up her violin, then follows Thing. The final destination was Enid and Wednesday's room. Y/n didn't get a chance to knock as the door swung open.

" What're you doing here?" There was a slight confusion in Wednesday's voice.

Y/n furrowed her brow as her gaze dropped to Thing. The hand tried to scurry away, but Wednesday snatched him up. Thing tried to stay balled up, but a scary glare from Wednesday had the hand unclenching.

" Enid wrote this," Wednesday looked at the woman through her eyelashes.

" Oh, I can go if you-"

Wednesday cut her off," I'm going out, you're welcome to come, but you might die."

" Don't threaten me with a good time," Y/n joked, but Wednesday didn't laugh," Can I leave my violin in your room?"

That's how Y/n found herself walking through the woods with Wednesday Addams. The woods put Y/n on edge, mostly because people kept getting murdered. Whatever monster was out there spiked a fear into the girl.

" So, what are we doing in the woods?"

" Looking for evidence," Wednesday said bluntly.

" Evidence of what?" You pushed on.

The girl let out a huff," The monster or Rowan."

Y/n pauses," I thought Rowan was expelled."

This causes Wednesday to stop walking," If you think I'm crazy, at least have the courage to tell me to my face."

Y/n's hands shot up in defense," I honestly have no idea what you're talking about."

The girl cocks her head to the side," You mean to tell me that you missed all the rumors and heckling surrounding my claim that Rowan was murdered by the monster."

"If he was murdered, how did he get expelled?"

Wednesday shrugged slightly," That's what I'm trying to figure out."

Y/n nodded to herself a few times," Ok, so what counts as evidence?"

" You don't think I'm crazy? Or lying? Or both?"

Y/n stares at the girl," What would you gain from lying about that?"

Wednesday stares back at her with a blank expression on her face. With the way everyone was treating at the school, it was hard to believe that someone wasn’t questioning her. She had made a reputation for herself (that she didn’t care about, but she was acutely aware of). So to her, it didn’t make any sense for Y/n to believe her without any scrutiny.

“ What’s wrong with you?”

The question takes Y/n aback. Wednesday sees the shock on the girl’s face and decides to elaborate, “ I mean, what makes you qualify as a Nevermore student?”

Wednesday sees the girl’s body tense. The silence engulfs them as she watches Y/n struggle to find the words that she wants to say.

“ I’m a hellhound.”

“ You don’t seem proud of it.”

Y/n kicks up some dirt at her feet,” It takes everything I have to control the monster inside of me. The werewolves change every full moon, as a hellhound I can change every night if I’m not careful. Once I’m there, it’s game over. Sometimes I remember and sometimes I don’t.”

“ Have you ever killed anyone?”

The question brings a mask of dread on Y/n’s face. Before she can elaborate, they hear something. The noise alerts the two girls. Y/n is the one to grab onto Wednesday’s wrist, but it’s then that the dark haired girl has a vision. Her body goes limp in Y/n’s arms.

“ Wednesday? Wednesday! Shit.”

Y/n tries to wake the girl, but then the noise from before returns. It sounds closer than before. Y/n begins to look around frantically, and that’s when she sees it. The two large eyes watching them from behind the tree. Her body goes rigid. Everything is still for a moment. Neither her nor the monster move.

She’s frozen in her spot, her mind is racing. With Wednesday in her arms, she doesn’t know what to do. The choice becomes clear as the monster finally charges at her. She drops Wednesday's limp body on the ground, then plants her feet.

The shift hurts as she can’t remember the last time it happened. All she feels is heat, and the only thing her mind is telling her to do is attack.

The hellhound charges the unknown creature. They meet in the middle. The creature takes a swipe at Y/n missing wildly. The fire burns brightly on the hound's skin as it pounces on the monster. Y/n snips at the monster's neck, going for the kill. However, the monster uses its long limbs to its advantage, kicking the hound away.

Then it turns its attention to Wednesday, who has started to gain her consciousness. As it stalks towards her, the hound gets between the two. The flames in its eyes fierce, almost daring the monster to touch the girl.

The monster stares Y/n down, but the hound shows no fear. It seems to assess the situation. It stalks away from the pair. The hound doesn’t take its eyes off the monster, waiting for it to disappear out of the forest.

When the hound knows it is gone, it drops its defensive stance.

“ Y/n?”

The hound turns around to come face to face with Wednesday Addams. The hound lightly nudges the girl’s hand. It wants her to follow it out of the forest. Wednesday follows the giant dog. Her hand can’t help itself as it trails down the back of the animal.

The black skin feels like ash, the heat radiating off of it warms her in the cold of the night. Wednesday is mesmerized by Y/n in this form. Once they are out of the forest, the hound knows they are safe. It gives up the control, and soon it’s shifting back into Y/n.

The change is harsh on girl. She ends up on her hands and knees with her eyes squeezed shut as her bones are riddled with pain. She isn’t sure if she can move. Y/n feels a coat being thrown over her and a presence kneeling by her.

“ That hurts you.”

Y/n tugs the coat over her exposed skin,” It’s just been a long time, so it was harder than usual.”

The hellhound tries to stand, but is unable to. Wednesday has to help her to her feet.

“ You could’ve left me for dead in the forest,” Wednesday speaks.

Y/n shook her head with the little strength that she had," That wasn't an option for me."

" Why not?"

" Because I-"

" Dear god, what happened!"

Y/n gets her sentence cut short by principal Weems. The woman is quick to help Wednesday with the battered girl.

" We got attacked in the woods. Y/n fought off the same beast that killed Rowan," Wednesday told the principal.

" I just need to lie down, and I'll be alright," Y/n tried to downplay her pain.

Wednesday was not allowing it," She needs to see the nurse."

Y/n wanted to protest, but Weems agreed. They led the injured girl to the nurse's office.

" You are no longer needed, Ms. Addams, why don't you go to your room."

" No," Wednesday said simply.

" No?" Weems questioned, but Wednesday didn't budge.

" She didn't leave me behind. I'm not leaving her," Wednesday glared at the bleach blonde woman.

" Wednesday," Y/n spoke softly, not wishing for the girl to get into any trouble with the principal.

Weems' eyes shifted between both girls before an irritated sigh left her lips," Very well then, but you better be in all of your classes tomorrow."

Weems left after that, leaving the nurse to tend to Y/n. Wednesday waited patiently for the girl to be placed in one of the beds. Once she was, Wednesday's gaze never left Y/n.

" Well now you know what the monster looks like," Y/n broke the silence.

" You could've died," there's malice in her tone. It's not necessarily directed at the other girl.

Y/n smiles a bit," You told me that before we went into the forest."

The pigtailed girl’s eyes meet yours, " It was never my intention to hurt you."

Y/n cautiously reaches for Wednesday's hand, scared that the dark haired girl will pull away. She doesn't.

" You didn't hurt me. That thing attacked me."

" It wouldn't have happened if I didn't bring you out to the woods."

Y/n shakes her head," I decided to go out there with you. I could've gone back to my room. You told me it would be dangerous. It's not your fault, Wednesday."

Her eyes are locked on your hands. Tears welled in her eyes, but didn't fall.

" Y/n, I swear to you that I will not rest until the beast is caught. It will pay for this," there's a fire in her voice when she speaks to Y/n. One that makes the injured girl's heart swell.

" If you think, I'm letting you do this alone, you're truly mistaken. We have to protect each other," Y/n squeezed the girl's hand gently.

Wednesday lifted their interlocked hands. She carefully placed her lips on the back of Y/n's hand," I will not let any more harm come to you."

Y/n's face blushed intensely at the tenderness of it all. She found herself kissing Wednesday's hand," I will stand by you as you fight your battles."

Both of the promises were different. However, the meaning was the same. They cared for each other. The fear of losing Y/n ignited something in Wednesday; just as the fear of losing Wednesday ignited something in Y/n.

There was an understanding between the girls. Nothing else needed to be said. They just paired well together. Wednesday was like a cello and Y/n like violin. Both beautiful on their own, but it was agreed that together they could create a masterpiece.

[wol-fica]

-ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟: ℙ𝕣𝕖-𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤-

pairings - wednesdayaddams x elemental!reader

summary - in which reader has a crush on a certain goth…

warnings - angst, pining, rude Xavier (sorry), happy ending

an - i miss writing for Nessy, so i think this would be a good addition to my bliss series; this is before they got together :) shit writing btw

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Shit.

That is the word you would use to describe yourself right now.

Mornings have never been your thing, you hated getting out of your warm bed just to immediately go and sit in a boring class for a ninety minutes learning about the anatomy of a mythical horse or whatever the lesson plan was. School was an agitator for you, but you still valued your education so waking up on time was a need-to-do.

Usually though, you at least get yourself ready and look decent enough for the day, but this morning was different. See, yesterday during lunch in the quad, you were writing the final draft of your confession letter to a certain raven haired goth. Your crush had been festering for a few months now, and you had decided to write a little something for her to let her know how you feel.

Everything was going perfect, you were just about done with the letter and was going to slip it under her dorm after folding it up, but a gust of wind ruined your whole plan. The letter flew across the quad and into the hands of Xavier Thorpe, who happened to despise you.

He read the whole thing in one go, snorted at it and stared at you with a little condescending smirk before walking it straight over to his friend group. Everyone, including Enid Sinclair, Yoko Tanaka, Eugene Ottinger, Ajax Petropolus, the twins Kent and Divina, and Wednesday Addams herself all read it collectively.

Xavier was laughing his head off while they did, and Kent joined in once he finished. Ajax chuckled while Enid giggled with a little blush of her face, Eugene looked confused to who wrote it, Yoko and Divina smirked and shared a look before squinting at you, and Wednesday just looked blank.

You watched in pure horror, your body shrinking into your seat while the whole thing unfolded. You felt sick to your stomach, and to top the whole thing off, Wednesday took the letter and crumpled it into a little ball, tossing it into the trashcan next to her.

Your heart shattered, mouth dropped open in shock. Xavier turned to look back at you, pointing and leaning on his knees while laughing at your expression. Tears formed into your eyes, and with one last look at the girl you so badly liked, you snatched up your things and ran.

Fast forward to now, where you just looked dead. Your hair was disheveled, there were dark bags under your eyes, and you barely made any effort to make your uniform look fit and well kept. Your tie was loose, your jacket was unbuttoned, and your shirt was wrinkled and dusted at the collar. You had no socks on, and you didn’t even bother to put a belt on your pants.

People stared in class, whispering amongst themselves while pointing at you. At one point, you thought you saw Enid shoot you a look of pity, but you shrugged it off to being your sleep-deprived brain playing tricks on you.

You looked depressed, because you were, and it did not help when you crossed Xavier in the hallway and he said loudly to Kent, “Looks like a dirtbag!”

You sighed, glancing up at the darkening sky before hurrying to get to the quad for dinner. You planned on eating, and getting back to your dorm as soon as you could so no one would have to endure looking at you any longer.

After standing in line and grabbing your tray, you trudged to an empty table and sat down, slumping in your seat. You were exhausted from lack of sleep and crying all night, and it wasn’t a surprise to you when you leaned your forehead against the table and tears started to form again. Your tray of food was left untouched while you cried to yourself, and the stare from a certain goth went unnoticed by you.

Wednesday was watching you, her black eyes burrowing into the side of your head while your body shook slightly with each painful sob you produced. She felt a weird feeling in her stomach, one of pity and remorse she didn’t understand. Her heart was telling her to go to you, to pull you into her arms and hold you close while she comforted you, but her stubbornness refused the idea.

“Wednesday.”

She turned her head away from you, choosing ti look at Enid now, “What.”

Enid sighed, glancing at you before looking back at her roommate, “You should talk to her.”

Wednesday furrowed her brow, “There is no reason for me to.”

“Yes there is.” Enid replied, bringing her fork to her mouth and chewing on a piece of steak.

“Just because she sent me a confession letter, doesn’t make me obligated to take care of her.”

“Wednesday c’mon!” Enid said, giving her friend a look, “You read that letter, she really likes you!”

Wednesday glared back, “And? I still see no reason for me to go talk to her.”

Enid sighed, glancing around before leaning in to whisper lowly, “What Xavier did was unacceptable and rude, you should at least make sure she is okay.”

Wednesday turned to look at you for a moment, the pang of guilt returning when she saw you had lifted your head. Your face was stained with tears, eyes heavy and tired from crying. You meekly picked at your food, not even bringing the utensil up to take a bite.

“I suppose I could check in to see how she is.” Wednesday murmured, her heart beating slightly faster at the thought of talking to you.

“You should.” Enid said, turning back to her steak, “It’s the right thing to-.”

“But her sadness is not my problem.” Wednesday finished, sparing you one last glance before picking up her book and continuing to read.

“Wednesday!” Enid exclaimed, “Really? You won’t even ask her how she is feeling?”

“She’s clearly sad Enid, I don’t need to ask to see that.”

“Wednesday.” Enid growled, gaining her roommate’s attention, “Go talk to her, now.”

“You cannot make me-.”

“I see how you look at her.”

Wednesday’s mouth snapped shut, her eyes locking with Enids.

“I see how you stare in class,” Enid said, “I notice how you have her schedule in your desk, and how you blush when she walks by.”

Wednesday opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“You like her, it’s clear as day. But you can’t break her heart just because you don’t want to accept your feelings for her.”

Wednesday glared at Enid, practically foaming at the mouth in anger. She wanted to respond, a little clap back about how she barely even knows you, but nothing came forward.

“Go to her, before it’s too late.” Enid finished, nodding her head at your retreading figure as you left the quad.

Wednesday huffed, giving her roommate one last silent threat before slamming her book shut, stuffing it in her bag, and quickly following after you. Her steps were quick and quiet, not wanting you to spin around and see her before she could get to you.

She eventually followed you to your dorm, coming up the stairs right as you shut the door. Her breathing was strained, and her face was slightly flushed with color from moving so fast. She slowly approached your door, apprehensive and suddenly nervous for the first time in her life.

What should she say to you? How should she speak? Should she be defensive? Or should she just confess her own feelings and see how you react? The consequences of all the outcomes were dreadful in her mind, but she had no other option than talking to you.

So she did what she does best, lost all expression from her face, sucked in a deep, and knocked on your door. She waited an antagonizingly long moment before stepping backwards when the lock clicked.

The door swung open, revealing you in black sweatpants, a white tank top, and still looking as depressed as you were during dinner. You froze when your eyes locked with Wednesday, your lips parting and eyes widening when you realized who was in front of you.

You both stood there for a moment, the world seeming to stop while you stared at each other. Wednesday was waiting for you to move or speak, while you were thinking the same.

“Can-.” Wednesday swallowed, clearing her throat, “Can I come in?”

You closed your mouth, eyeing around behind her, and nodded. She walked past you, turning when you closed the door and locked it. Her eyes scanned all over your walls, taking in the movie posters and tapestries that you had taped up. She awkwardly placed her bag at the foot of your bed, choosing to sit on the end of it while watching you move around and clean.

“Y/N.” Wednesday said, slightly irritated with how you were trying to ignore her with doing a spontaneous house-keeping.

“Yeah?” You replied timidly, still sweeping over by your closet.

“Come here.” She requested softly, patting the spot next to her.

You gulped, your shoulders tensing before you dropped the broom and sulked over to her. You plopped down next to her, leaning back until you laid flat on the mattress while she sat next to you.

“I read your letter.” Wednesday said after a moment of silence, “It was…passionate.”

“Oh my god just say you felt uncomfortable.” You groaned, putting your hands on your face.

Wednesday paused, letting you ramble and complain about the incidents from yesterday’s lunch fiasco. She listened until she had enough, slamming her hand onto your thigh to silence you.

“I actually found your confession to be quite exceptionally written for someone like you.” She murmured, her thumb absentmindedly stroking your skin, “You should consider a writing class.”

You eyed her warily, skeptical of her words. Slowly, you sat up, trying your best to not cause her to move her hand, “You really think so?”

“Yes, and I also have some of my own things to confess…” The ravenette said, tearing her eyes away from yours to look at the floor.

You placed your hand on top of hers, a silent encouragement to speak her mind.

“I have realized that I myself have my own feelings I need to share.” Wednesday started, her hand twitching under yours, “It has come to my attention that I have gained something called a “crush” on you-.”

Her sentence was interrupted with lips crashing into her own, salty but soft and welcoming with warmth. She instantly reciprocated, her hands sliding around you neck while yours grabbed at her waist.

Her lips were plump and tasty to you, flavored like black cherries and stale burgundy lipstick from this morning. You pulled at her, guiding her into your lap so you could kiss her more properly. Her tongue slid against yours, a small whimper passing through your mouth and into hers from her hand scratching at your neck.

You soon parted for air, giggling when she chased you. She huffed, but sighed in satisfaction when you tucked your face into her neck, pressing a few kisses there that made her stomach all fluttery.

“Your heart is beating super fast.” You noted, hugging her closer when her fingers wound into your hair, “Do I make you that flustered-?”

“Be quiet.” She whispered, smirking when she heard you purring from her fingers scratching your scalp.

You complied, leaning back with her in your arms when she pushed you slightly. She murmured soft praises to you, guiding you into a deep sleep that you so desperately needed.

“Sleep Y/N.” She cooed in your ear, humming when your eyes fluttered shut, “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

You felt your brain drift off into slumber, a smile etched on your face while you held the girl of your dreams.

What wonderful bliss…

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