#until xavier is too tired to stay

[eidolons-stuff]

Xavier: "What the hell is this??"

Yoko: "We are all taking turns in watching over Wednesday"

Bianca: "and you"

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Nsfw scenarios/hcs for the LADS boys with their MC in ABO!AU (Idl if I wrote this right 😅) please? Like how they marked their mates, how they treated their mates during the rut and heat, etc.

+ Omegaverse, sexual content, alpha boys/omega reader, female reader

General

9/10 possessiveness level

Xavier is the most possessive of the main boys and gets jealous the easiest. He may seem calm about other alphas standing a little too close or talking a little too long to his mate, but the tension in the air is thick and unpleasant. There's a specific eery calmness to his face and falsely polite tone to his voice when he happens to cut into the conversation. He always wants to know the topic of conversation when you talk to anyone who has his suspicion. Xavier suddenly gets a little needier than usual, always trying to figure out a way to draw your attention back to himself. Or, purposely sliding an arm around your waist and holding you close in a silent hint that whoever is talking to you should back off, or he will drop his head against your shoulder, saying he’s tired, and asking you to hurry up so you can go home together,  he emphasizes. His last resort isn't pretty. 

While calm, he has a little of a competitive streak with others, whether that means scoring higher in your hunter team battles or building the largest snowman together. He is competitive for your attention against those he thinks are interested in you; and when he has you alone, he insists on scenting you or mating you. You better be prepared to hide large bite marks or hickeys by the time he’s done claiming you.

Protective Level: 6/10

Xavier has no problem with you running about your daily life. He has confidence that you’re strong and don’t necessarily need much protection. He only insists on coming with for two things: (one) if he’s jealous of the person you’re meeting or (two) if you’re going somewhere to fight on your own.

As long as he’s around, he’s confident that things will work out fine. However, he gets extremely protective when you’re hurt, asking for you to stay behind him, rushing ahead to be the vanguard, and trying to take on the brunt of everything himself. And if you get hurt being rash, prepare for him to be upset with you and insist that you allow him to protect you more.

Scenting

Scent: Fresh Linen

Xavier smells good, but there isn’t something to pinpoint about his scent that is unique to him. Simply put, he smells clean, like freshly dried laundry with a touch of lavender.

Xavier loves covering you in his scent, cuddling and sleeping with you until you’re no longer entirely sure what your scent smells like not mixed with his. He scents your things, like your plushies, before you even need to ask. 

He likes to tease you, asking if you want him to scent his hoodies even more since you take them so much, and he’s always happy to oblige. His first instinct to calm you down consists of three options: scenting, cuddles, and food, in that order.

Mating

Xavier already likes to mate with his partner a lot, like a constant rut minus the attitude that comes with it; always wrapping his arms around you, nudging the back of your neck, and lightly coercing the situation to where he wants it to end up whenever the opportunity shows itself.

In a rut, he’s twice as easy to rile up and much more direct about wanting to be alone with you, wanting to hold you and shove his head into the divot of your neck, and audibly inhaling your scent. You can already feel him against you in more ways than one.

He doesn’t waste his time trying to play games with you during this time, choosing to show you exactly how much he wants you before taking charge. You’re burnt out by his energy when you’re used to him napping right after a round or two. This time he isn’t letting up, but he promises that he’ll treat you so well, promises that he’ll get you there twice in exchange for letting him have one more time, as if you're aren't already overstimulated with jellied legs.

He asks if you're already tired. He'll let you sleep but can he at least squeeze and kiss you while he uses his hand. He promises to clean his mess if it gets on you. He'll be good, he swears, and he's so puppy eyed that you let him.

When he finally is tired, he’ll fall asleep while inside you. His knot stopped swelling a long time ago, but he enjoys your warmth around him as he nuzzles the back of your head.

Xavier does his best to tend to his mate when they’re in heat. He’ll get warm compresses and try his best to cook for you (most likely failing) and offer to nap with you when you’re in pain. He’ll let you use him how you want as long as it makes you feel better, whether that’s using his hands, mouth, or knotting you.

There’s a small bit of worry from him, with the way he asks,

“Where do you need it?” “Like this?” “Are you sure you only want my fingers? It’s okay to ask for more.” “Open your legs wider. You don’t have to be embarrassed. It's only me." "Next time, I'll let you take care of me, deal?

You’re so cute like this, needing and wanting him, but he hates how it causes you pain.

General

3/10 possessiveness level

Rafayel tends to have confidence that he can have you before anyone else, trusting your judgment to take care of yourself. He also has pretty high esteem of himself when it comes to the social world. A few properly chosen words is usually enough to get any seducer to back off. Rafayel can’t believe someone else could possibly think they’d have a chance with you when you have him.

As repentance, he wants you to do things for him after little incidents like that. It’s so exhausting chasing lesser alphas off, after all. Whether he’s serious or not when he says he could use some affection after his omega so cruelly ignored him for another alpha remains to be determined.

If there ever is a time where he feels insecure or jealous, he isn’t above trying to cut off someone’s relationship with you. If it comes to threats so be it, but it will end. It doesn’t matter if it’s from your side or the pursuer. It’s an ultimatum, either him or the other person, but not both.

He has a bigger concern about you not needing or growing bored of him than falling in love with someone else. Otherwise, he tends to have faith in you.

Protectiveness Level: 8/10

Rafayel knows you’re strong. Trust him—a twisted arm and playfights abound—he knows. But you are also bulledheaded and naïve. He worries you might end up getting yourself injured; or worse, killed.

So, he’s observant as always, watching for any suspicious activities with the people you’re around, whether warranted or not. He wouldn’t just do that for anyone, only for his precious mate and also for his precious peace of mind. He tends to operate from the background to not be too overbearing, but he doesn’t mind being the one to step in—to get hurt—if it means keeping you safe.

Scenting

Scent: Beach Sand with a Hint of Citrus

Rafayel smells of white beach sand and tropical fruit. He smells like the first hint of salt air and the ocean breeze and mineral. It reminds you of family vacations and old memories. He insists most Lemurians have scents like these, but his is special! It's the only one that mixes so lovely with yours.

He does scent you when you ask, but he requests that you do the same. It’d be much better for you to scent each other. He loves to tease you when you ask him to scent things for you.

“If you like it so much maybe I should make it into a perfume.” But he’d hate it if you actually agree. “Wait, let’s not be too hasty. A perfume really can’t compete with the natural source.”

Mating

Rafayel dislikes his mating cycle only because he dislikes losing his sense of control over himself. But when you’re there, with your scent clouding his mind, it’s all bets off. He’s so needy and HAS to have you. He feels like he’ll die if he isn’t burying himself in your scent, your presence, in you. He needs to feel your hands on him and isn’t below demeaning himself or being more forceful than usual to get it.

He’ll constantly seek you out, calling you late at night. He has nothing to say. He just needed to hear your voice, just keep breathing for him, he’s almost there. He needs you to come over to his place right now. It’s all your fault he’s burning like this. You need to get there immediately and take responsibility before he goes insane. He's already dizzy and his hand isn’t cutting it anymore.

In person, he grabs your hand, and the look in his eyes is begging in place of his mouth that’s too heavy with pants to talk straight as he savors your touch, desperate and gluttonous. 

“Right there...don't make me beg…just a little bit longer.” “I need to feel you. There. You feel incredible.” “If you want my knot, you can have it. Say you want it for me, and I’ll give it to you. Say it.”

When it’s your turn to go manic, he’s going to have his revenge for all the bullying and petting you did while he was rutting. He’s going to coo and fawn over how much you need him, and make you ask him nicely for his touch, but he’ll always give in to his little mate. He knows what’ll make you feel good, and he’s going to give it to you in due time. He thinks you look so pretty when you’re about to cum, covered in sweat, body tensing, the shallow, quick breaths.

“I wish I could paint you like this, but I don’t want to look away.” “Do you really want me to breed you that bad? Don’t say you didn’t ask for it.”

Rafayel is going to make sure you have an easy time, clearing out your schedule for you and letting you stay in the studio with him. Thomas' calls are going to go unanswered for a while.

General

6/10 possessiveness level

Zayne is able to get jealous; however, he isn’t one to distrust you. It’s other people he doesn’t trust. He’ll drop hints he doesn’t like something you’re doing, a sarcastic jab here, a polite warning there, and even a “you should be careful of the company you keep.”. He always introduces himself as your mate to ensure there are no misconceptions about your relationship with him.

Zayne occasionally has to remind you that he’s your partner especially when you insist on teasing him and being a brat, poking at that jealous side of his to rile him up. It doesn’t take long for you to get the idea after having him between your legs. It’s really more of a funny thing, seeing him possessive, because he becomes a lot more short-tempered but absolutely refuses to admit he’s being possessive.

However, he calms relatively easy with some reassurance, and he doesn’t care as much if someone likes you after he knows you have zero interest in them. It’s more of an annoyance than something for him to fear.

Protectiveness Level: 10/10

Zayne is always so worried about you. He always has to tell you to be careful, to watch where you’re stepping so you don’t trip, to not drink too much without him there to take you home, and to watch for injuries. It might be a bit of his doctor attitude coming out, but it’s so much worse when it comes to you. You know no one else who adds the weather of the city you’re in to confirm you’re okay.

He’s also protective of your mental wellbeing; he tends to be the rock you rely on. If someone is bothering you, you can tell him, and he’ll be sure to handle the issue immediately.

Scenting

Scent: Bamboo Forest

Zayne smells like bamboo forests, a mix of floral and earthy. It kind of reminds you of him, calm and quiet but strong and solid like the earth. Fresh, green, and slightly woody. It smells like nature.

He scents you when you ask, and he quietly scents you when he wants, always overthinking if it’s something you want him to do or appropriate at a given point in time. It doesn’t take long for him to become better at knowing when you want it, when to leave something with his scent for you when you’re upset, and when to simply cradle you against him. His mood improves exponentially whenever you shove your face into his chest and mumble about how good he smells.

Zayne loves the way you smell. It’s a familiar and comforting thing to have your scent greeting him after a hard day at work. It lets him know you’re doing okay, and he gets worried whenever your scent is off. He can usually tell the slightest changes of your mood, and it makes him agitated whenever you try to pretend you’re fine when he can clearly tell different from smell alone.

Mating

Zayne tries his best to control himself and avoid you during his ruts. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you, which leads him to being too restrained whenever he’s with you to the point where you can tell he’s not handling himself well.

It’s going to take a few times to convince him that you can handle it, that he can let go and give you everything before he finally allows himself to dive into his hormones, throw you against the bed, and kiss you hard. It's almost like a completely different side of him. Sure, he could always be dominant in the bedroom but there was always a control to it. Instead, he's instinctive, running off the rush of endorphins to reach the peak he desperately wants to tumble over, harsh and tunnel visioned as he chases the sensation of you clamping down around his knot.

“Hold it there, we’re almost there. You can handle it.” “Let me have you a few more times. Then, you can rest.” “Good girl. You’re doing so well. So good to me.”

During your time, he is meticulous. Zayne knows you almost as well as you know yourself, knows what sweets you like to eat, what positions make you the most comfortable, and tips on how to keep yourself together.

That only works so long, however, and soon he takes a more hands on approach in helping you through your heat cycle. His fingers curled up inside you, pushing that sweet springy spot inside you that has your juices pouring over his palm. He shushes you as you beg for him to give you more and more, to please stop this edging and fuck you already.

He promises he’ll make it good, but he has to slowly work you up first, so you won’t get overstimulated. Then, he’ll give you what you want until you pass out.

“Hold still, or do you want me to stop?” “Does it feel that good? I’ll be sure to remember that for next time.” “See what happens when you follow directions?” “You’ll have your reward soon. Which do you prefer to have—my fingers or my knot?”

Zayne also takes special care of you no matter the situation, making sure to wipe you off and hold a warm rag to your swollen and puffy cunt as he makes out with you. He scents you heavily afterward and lets you fall asleep against him until it all starts over again.

[ventismacchiato]

RAFAYEL HEADCANONS

canon complaint, established relationship

sorry guys, can u tell i have a favorite

matching everything. phone charms. earrings. nails. socks. you name it, he’ll buy everything in two.

begs you every other day to get a matching tattoo with him. he’s even drawn up multiple designs for you to choose from and will keep asking you until you eventually agree, how could you refuse?

hates cats, says he’s allergic (he’s not) but will run out the room when your cat walks in when he’s staying over. one time you asked him to feed it when you were away on a mission and you watched through your cat cam as it took him fifteen minutes to get the bravery to even get five feet near your cat.

so very chronically online. he’s a certified yapper. you’re his only follower on his private twitter and best believe he’s posting every single thought he has, and he expects you to reply to every single one. also asks you to match profile photos, but he has commitment issues so you guys change them almost every week.

you usually wake up to at least one voice note from him, minimum of five minutes long. you got used to playing them as podcasts as you got ready for work.

honestly he already probably gets his nails done, but will let you do them for him. more so force you, he’s lazy. but if you like to have yours done he would be able to do the prettiest designs for you.

aquarium dates are his favorite, no need to get a guide because rafayel will talk your ear off the moment you’re inside.

boy who cried wolf. fakes being sick for your attention so much so that you don’t even believe him when he actually is. not until thomas tells you that rafa has been whining about missing you in bed.

clearly has abandonment issues and gets upset when you don’t let him know where you are or if you’re okay. he’ll show up at your apartment the few times you pass out from a mission and forget to reply, ready to be mad at you. but the moment he sees your wounds and tired eye bags he loses any ounce of anger he once had.

love language is quality time, doesn’t matter what you’re doing as long as it’s together. he’s the type to tag along when you need to go grocery shopping or pick up something. he just likes to be beside you.

he is a brat, so he’ll laugh as he watches you struggle to carry all the groceries back inside. but it’ll only last a few seconds before he scoops them from you. if you guys go to a carnival together his immediate thought is to win every prize there. it’s only when he’s sucked the poor booths dry is when you have to tug him away.

claw machine dates are weekly and mandatory, but if you think you’re getting a turn think again. he gets too into it and forgets to share. you’ve come to learn you just need to pry him away from it

always follows the sidewalk rule but in return will make a big deal out of you opening doors for him since you’re his bodyguard. he’s the girlfriend in the relationship fr

that’s not the entire time though, when it’s just you two and he’s all worn out from being annoying all day his tone will go softer and his gaze warmer. he loves you he really does he just showcases it weirdly

constantly asking, morelike begging, you to stay the night. even if you have work the next day he says he needs you to fall asleep. it’s happened so many times you eventually brought one of your uniforms over and some clothes so you could spend the night and still go to work. it’s hard not to give in to him.

loves pda. if it was up to him he’d have his hands on you constantly. will get sulky if you don’t hold his hand when you go out.

much like xavier i don’t think he would enjoy working out. but if you need to go to the gym to train he’ll sit on a yoga ball beside your treadmill and talk your ear off. he’ll spot you on the machines but won’t go near anything. he will offer to sit on your back as you do push-ups though. you decline.

nsfw

probably a switch but after seeing his tipsy invitation and ebb and flow scenes he’s giving he prefers to be on the bottom. probably bratty at the beginning but he according to the cards he gives in pretty easily, letting mc tie him up and referring to you as master likeeee. i feel like he just wants you to enjoy it more than he wants to enjoy it. gets off at seeing you get off type of deal.

he’s giving pillow princess vibes but if you ask he’ll give you the same treatment but tease you the entire time tbh he’s sooo bratty but i can’t see him being a hard mean dom. like he’ll give into you but make you work for it. edging kink all the way

“hmm, should i stop? i can’t let you finish this quick.”

“wow i didn’t know you were so sensitive here.”

“i haven’t even used my fingers yet and you’re already this wet.”

100% down to try any sex toy can you imagine him buying some sort of tentacle dildo as a joke cus he’s a mermaid but then you end up actually using it on him one night

[zayneslady]

hey!! loved that angst fic you wrote xx can i request the boys reaction to when the reader/mc and them are in an argument, and they accidentally said something extremely hurtful and it made reader cry. make the boys regret it so much pls hehe😼 thank you 💗

warnings: angst, open ending again hehe and again, reader is not MC

characters: Zayn, Xavier, Rafayel x reader (separately)

a/n: my first request *-* thank you so much! This exact trope is one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it! Get your tissues ready! Also thank you to everyone's support in my first post! I'm so happy! ❤️

Classification: scenarios

ZAYNE ❄️

You didn't want to admit it, but you were sick. During the day you felt a little sore in your throat and your nose was stuffy. Arriving at Zayne's house after work, it was more than obvious that you had a fever. Your face was red and the chills running through your body made you shiver. 

There was nothing else to do, you would miss work tomorrow to fully recover. Furthermore, with the care of your loving doctor, you knew you'd be fine in no time. So you quickly took a shower and after drying your hair, you grabbed a blanket and curled up on the couch with a cold patch on your forehead, waiting for Zayne patiently. 

To your surprise, he arrived at a normal time and your heart vibrated with joy when you saw him enter. He had his head low as he stepped out of his shoes and closed the door behind him. 

"Zayne! Welcome back! How was your day?” You greeted him as he shrugged his coat off. “Guess what," you said, giggling softly because it was quite obvious by your funny voice that you were sick. "I got a little sick after yesterday's ra- 

You jumped a little when Zayne suddenly groaned, whipping his head up to look at you. “Oh my Lord,” he said, annoyed. “Can't you see I'm fucking tired? You do not know when you shut your damned mouth? I can't stand you! Why are you so clingy?” 

Your eyes widened and your face turned bright red. Your mind went blank and you didn't notice the tears streaming down your face until Zayne's face changed from complete anger to guilt. He looked at you from the door as if he didn't know what had happened just now. He didn't recognize himself. How did he dare to talk to you like that when you-

He gasped softly, “you're sick.”

You tried to clean your tears with your hands as you got up from the couch. Zayne made an attempt to come close to you, but you quickly ran to the bedroom only to come back after a couple of minutes with your shoes and coat on. 

“Excuse me,” you said, as you approached the door. 

“What? Where are you going like this? You need to rest.”

You nodded, trying to keep some distance from him. “I know. I'll rest back home. So please move.”

“Stay here. I'll take care of you,” he grabbed your hand and more tears fell down. How could he talk so sweetly right now after what he said. 

You shook your head, pulling your hand away and pushing him aside so you could open the door. “I don't need you, Zayne. Not when you can't stand me.”

“I was wrong, please.”

“I was wrong too. Goodbye, Zayne.”

XAVIER ⭐

“My poor Xavier,” you mumbled, gently cleaning a wound in Xavier's side. You winced when he did and your heart broke. You knew perfectly well that this could happen because of his line of work, but you felt terrible every time he came home hurt. “Oh, Xav, is it too painful?” You asked as you started to bandage him. 

He shook his head, breathing heavily and resting his head against the pillow on his bed. “It could be worse. Thank you for helping out.” 

“No need to thank me,” you said, smiling at him as you placed a tender and loving hand over his now bandaged wound. “I wish you didn't have to do this. It's so dangerous.” 

Your words had no poison. You clearly didn't want Xavier to suffer in any way. Why couldn't he have a regular, safe job? Maybe he's just strong because he has to protect everyone. You said those words from the bottom of your warm heart, so you were more than surprised to hear Xavier's response:

“What? Are you saying I'm weak?” He spat and you blinked. 

“N-No! I'm just saying that I wish you had another job because- 

“Is that so? So you rather have a bunch of wanderers attacking innocent people? Just because you don't want me to get hurt?” 

“It's- It's not like that! I never said that. I just get worried sick for you and-

“Maybe I should really stop, huh? Just turn a blind eye to everything that's happening like egoist people like you di.”

He just kept vomiting out words, one harsher than the last. Every time you tried to speak and fix this misunderstanding, his irrational words drowned out your voice and it made something heavy and nauseating settle in your stomach. This was not going to end well in any way. 

“Xavier, my love, please listen to me. I do not- 

“Maybe one day a wanderer will actually kill you. And believe me, I won't even bat an eye at you,” he said, crossing his arms and turning his head away from you. 

Your eyes had never filled with tears as quickly as that moment. Your body began to shake with suppressed sobs as you felt heat and disappointment throughout your body. Did Xavier just... wish for your death? And in the hands of a creature as horrible as a wanderer? 

“Oh no,” he suddenly said and you flinched when you felt his touch against your cheek. “I am so, so sorry.” You cried a little harder before getting up from his bed. “W-Wait, my star. Please, I'm sorry.”

No words came out. You simply grabbed your bag and left the room.

He called your name and then groaned in pain as he tried to move. “Pl-please, come back! Where-

You couldn't hear more of his words as you closed the door of his apartment. Did this mean the end? You truly thought so. 

Rafayel 🐠

"Ah, welcome back, Rafayel!" The amount of excitement that rushed through your body whenever your eyes landed on him was almost overwhelming. It wasn't that you hadn't seen him in a long time, but a second without him felt like a century. 

His eyes, usually warm and sparkling, looked cold and even angry at seeing you in his house. "Hello," he said dryly as he closed the door behind him. You frowned slightly. "What are you doing here?" 

"Hmm, nothing much. I just wanted to visit you. Is that alright?" 

He sighed, placing a paper bag on the table. "Yeah, sure. I gave you a key after all."

You cleared your throat, nodding awkwardly. "Did... you have a good day?" 

He sighed again and shook his head as he stepped out of his shoes. "I didn't. It was terrible for the very first moment I opened my eyes. You see," he started and you nodded, listening carefully. "I overslept so I lost precious time for my painting. Then I didn't have time to eat so I didn't eat anything but a piece of bread."

You immediately got up to make dinner for him, maybe after eating he'd feel better? 

"And the worst thing was," he said, collapsing onto his couch. "I couldn't find my emerald green paint so I had to go all the way to the art store and get a new one! Ugh!" 

You blinked, frowning a little. "Your emerald green?" 

"That's what I said."

"Hmm, I'm very sure I put it in all of your greens?" You left the ingredients aside as you walked to the paints. "Here it is." 

He got up and looked at you with an astonished expression. Confusion quickly turned into anger and he was yelling at you in a second. "Why didn't you tell me?!"

"You saw me last night!" You explained, carefully leaving the paint back in place. "You said you wanted your paints to be more organized and I asked you if I could help you out! You even told me you liked how I organized it by colors!" 

Rafayel let out a frustrated sigh as a hand carded through his hair. "I can't believe I just lost all of that precious time because of your stupid mistake!"

"Excuse me?"

"Every time you try to help, you just mess things up! Can't you keep your little hands to yourself for once? I was just stupid for letting you help me out! You are way too much, I can't stand you sometimes.”

You were stunned. He had never said anything like that about you, you couldn't even remember other times when you wanted to help him and you ruined it. Besides, it wasn't your fault. The green paint was there all along and he just hadn't taken the time to look for it properly.

You knew it wasn't your fault, but his harsh words and the anger and hatred in his eyes were too much. Tears quickly filled your eyes and began to fall down your reddened cheeks. 

Rafayel realized his mistake a bit too late. Letting out a gasp as he watched the first tear fall, he hurriedly approached you, but you backed away, putting space between the two of you. He couldn't say anything, too surprised by his own words.

What was just a moment seemed like minutes, endless hours with deafening silence. Only your sobs echoed around the entire house, until your voice, small and trembling, made him jump. 

“I won't touch your stuff again, Rafayel,” you said softly, avoiding his eyes. 

“N-No, I didn't mean-

You nod, “if you don't mind, I'll sleep in your guest room. Goodnight, Rafayel.”

Deep inside you so desperately wanted him to stop you, but he watched you disappear into the hall and never called you back.

You knew it was going to be a very cold night.

[lost-and-ephemeral]

lnds x reader where the boys and reader are in an argument like bringing their insecurities up and says something extremely hurtful that made mc cry and distant themselves and the boys regret it so much? 💓

HCs: Hurtful Words (ft. main trio)

Pairing: Xavier x reader, Zayne x reader, Rafayel x reader, (seperate)

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort (in the end), maybe guys acting too OOC

A/N: I didn't want to make boys too OOC, so maybe it isn't exactly what you wanted, but I tried to follow your request ♡

-`♡´- MASTERLIST -`♡´- 

Xavier

On one of your last missions, you were too reckless and almost end up dying because of it.

Xavier almost lost you again, and the thought just drove him crazy.

He was worried and pretty angry since it wasn't the first time you were playing with fire.

When he showed up on the doorstep of your hospital room, Xavier was very distressed. Even your reassuring smile made no impression on him.

He still remembered how you died in his arms in the past.

So he snapped.

Not because he really wanted to offend you. No. But because his anxiety had turned into a furious stream of thoughts.

He was harshly talking about how reckless you are. About how you're not all-powerful or immortal, yet you never think about the consequences. About how stupid you're being, putting yourself in danger by jumping into a group of enemies.

Xavier, normally mild and calm, was acting so different now.

And you, being injured and bedridden, hardly wanted to see this exact reaction from him.

His words made you feel like a burden.

And when there was no trace of anger left, he suddenly fell silent, looking at the way your eyes were slowly filling up with tears.

Oh, no. He didn't mean it.

He really didn't mean it.

"Leave my room," you choked out, feeling deeply hurt by his words.

Even if he wanted to stay, it wasn't the best idea.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you."

But you were wounded too deeply by his harsh words, so you immediately distanced yourself from him, chasing him away.

Stupid? Reckless? Did he really see you like that?

Of course not...

Every minute of his existence Xavier was regretting the fact the snapped at you like this. He was supposed to support you after a serious injury, not make you hurt even more.

And the distance between the two of you made it worse.

Happy ending bonus:

This poor guy only lasted a day before he came back to see you in the hospital with a bouquet of flowers.

It was physically hard to stay away from you for so long, especially since Xavier has already spend years searching for you. And ruining everything by this stupid argument wasn't something he wished for.

He was apologizing for everything he said until you softened and let him stay.

Because you, too, were missing his presence.

"I'll never let anger get control over me again. I swear. Please, just... Get better soon."

Rafayel

Every now and then you and Rafayel would get into a playful argument, but now it was serious.

You just totally forgot about meeting with him at his studio and went to the mall with Tara.

Your busy schedule had jumbled up all the plans and days of the week in your head. And you ended up remembering your promise only a few hours later.

The fact that your phone was muted and you had hundreds of missed messages from Rafayel only made you feel more guilty.

So you tried to get to his studio as soon as possible while calling him. But he didn't answer.

Once you got there, you ran into a really pissed off Rafayel.

Yes, he was pouting at you from time to time.

But now the artist was more than angry.

You knew he was very sensitive when you suddenly disappeared without warning, so you immediately tried to make it up to him.

But it didn't really work.

"How could you forget about me?! You promised!"

Unexpectedly, Rafayel let himself snap at you.

He was so frustrated about the fact you forgot about him that he had no control over what he said.

He talked and talked. About not being able to trust you with your promises. About how he was tired of worrying about you when you suddenly disappear without a word. About how he was tired of waiting for you, thinking you decided to leave him, making him feel like a fish out of water.

And hearing about you being such an unreliable and bad person was truly painful.

His anger eventually led to you storming out of his studio in tears, not wanting to hear any more accusations against you.

You didn't cheat on him, didn't do anything wrong. That's why this sudden aggression from him made you so upset.

And only while standing alone in his studio Rafayel realized that he had made things worse. He didn't want you to leave him, yet this is exactly what happened.

He tried calling you, texting you. But all he got was silence.

Bonus happy ending:

After a few days the silence between you two became unbearable. He felt like he was in agony.

When you heard the doorbell ring in the evening, you didn't expect to see Rafayel looking like a wet, sad puppy. It seemed that he had been caught in the rain and had come to see you anyway.

He shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other before finally lifting his gaze to look at you.

"I'm sorry. I acted like a total jerk. Please, I can't exist in isolation anymore, not being able to hear your voice or see you. You can even scold me till the end of time if you want, just don't leave me."

You missed him as much as he missed you. So you let him in.

Zayne

Sometimes Zayne was incredibly tired at work. Not just physically, but mentally.

At this time, he wanted more than anything to just rest and forget about all important matters. If such a thing was even allowed for a surgeon as busy as he was.

Maybe he'd be able to do it even more often if he didn't have to occasionally wait for you to show up for an appointment.

Especially since periodically you completely forgot about them. And in the worst cases, you were not only late, but didn't show up at all.

Usually, he would just lightly scold you, which didn't cause any problems. After all, it was Zayne's way to show that he cared about you.

But today was a particularly hard day at work.

So when you walked into his medical office, Zayne was sitting at his desk, massaging the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

And your excessive cheerfulness at that moment didn't make the situation any better. You sat down across from him with a smile. But he only shook his head, tired and disappointed.

"You forgot about your appointment again and decided to reschedule it for tonight?"

You smiled awkwardly, but didn't have time to say anything.

Oh, how annoyed he was, scolding you for how negligent you were about your health, ignoring all of his recommendations. He said that sometimes he felt like you are his personal headache. Except he couldn't get rid of you.

And he was too tired to notice how quickly the smile disappeared from your face, giving way to tears.

Before he could say anything, you threw the stack of papers with your test results on his desk, almost running out of his office.

The situation had gone far beyond what was acceptable, but Zayne realized it too late.

He tried to call you and even drove to your place right after his shift ended, but he was left standing in front of the closed door.

Maybe it would've been better to just let you cool off.

But with your silence, a devastating feeling settled in Zayne's heart. He was so, so sorry.

Bonus happy ending:

After a couple days of agonizing silence, he wanted nothing more than to see you. He managed to catch you before you went into your apartment.

You avoided his gaze, but you didn't leave, giving him time.

"I'm sorry. You're not a headache. I was having an awfully rough day at the time, so I snapped. It won't happen again."

Now you could clearly see the remorse in his eyes. You missed him so much and just couldn't push him away again.

After all, everyone can have an argument. The main thing is to be able to deal with the situation correctly.

[hatsunemitskislobotomy]

˚◞♡ ⃗ ❝ 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚 ❞* ೃ༄

↳ ♡₊˚. ❝ ¡love and deepspace sorta kinda spicy! eluding headcanons lolz! ❞

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something about those boys and ripping pantyhose’s… sigh

sure it’s attractive, quite attractive actually but more often than not the boys seem to miss the mark as to why you’re wearing them (and why it’s not okay to suddenly come back not wearing them) until one day you overhear tara and some of your other female colleagues discussing a durable pair of pantyhose’s perfect for the summertime where the typical deepspace hunter pants tend to be a little bit on the heavier side.

however your interest was piqued either way— might as well do the girls a favor and test how really durable they are

xavier

you two are so in sync with once another, gentle touches and heightened breathing— your reactions from each other drove each other crazy, it was perfect

which is why he looked like a kicked puppy when he realizes that the pantyhose’s you were wearing were NOT coming off with the hook of his finger

“i… i dont understand…”

oh poor thing they never do

you explain to him that the other female deepspace hunters wanted to test out their durability— you just happened to know a good test for them

he understands, but he still doesn’t know why you’re wearing it with him

you sigh, the initial test was a success but now he was really trying to make you spell it out for him

you pull out the small dagger out of its sheath that rested on your thigh

he looks at you in confusion as you wrap his fingers around the hilt

“i’m sure you can figure out your way around this obstacle.”

and then it clicks and his face of confusion is no more

it’s safe to say, the same trick won’t work on him twice

rafayel

this man takes it as a personal attack— like you might as well have had called him a lemurian slur

“so you want me to die?”

you loved him, but this man was always doing the absolute most but he won’t admit it

if anything you’re getting ALL the blame, you got him all worked up and then you stroll up wearing the indestructible pantyhose’s from hell

he flickers a flame in between his fingers

talking about some “i wonder if they’re fireproof”

you was not about to let him find out— YOU WERE STILL WEARING THEM

“what? can’t handle a little fire?”

and he had the nerve to act like you did an attempt on his life meanwhile this man was scheming as he poked and prodded the thick mesh around your thighs

you two practically start wrestling until he has you pinned

“fine we’ll do things your way, but promise to let me burn them after they’re off.”

zayne

you had been a brat obnoxious all evening it was no wonder he was itching to put you in your place

as per usual it was attractive how he’d reach over your body to pin your arms against the bed as face to face with your torso looking absolutely starved

but right when he was about to tear into you (figuratively and literally), that pesky pair of mesh you always sported were NOT budging

he had to pause and take a minute to reflect

my man was ready to ravish you like how a predator would to their prey but he was being bested by fabric

you were trying so hard not to laugh because you can see the cogs turning in his head

“it seems that i’ve played into your hands.”

you chuckle, innocently claiming that you were getting a tad bit tired of all the pantyhose’s that he’d tear into, it was a lot of money wasted

he insures that it’s never a waste he keeps a collection of all the ones he’s torn

the entire situation is too funny to you, you really can’t help but giggle at him

he really can’t stay annoyed at you, he also did find it a lot funnier than it should’ve been

he still wanted to have his way with you

“it’s no matter, all this is to show that i’ll have to be the gentleman you deserve.”

sure your pantyhose’s were spared that night but you weren’t

❀° ┄───╮

a/n: y’all this idea literally fell from the damn sky— well actually i just saw those instagram promo stories about those hella thick and durable pantyhose’s soooo thank instagram ig?

it’s nothing crazy— i can’t write smut without having a visceral reaction sooo uh… i salute the girlies on here who can bc PHEW 🫡🫡🫡

also i wrote this on the bus lolz, thank god for privacy screen protectors

okay love you all mwah mwah MWAHHHH

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[astridthevalkyrie]

the floor between you and xavier is thin. you are beautiful. and xavier is tortured.

cw: afab reader, masturbation, nonconsensual auditory voyeurism 😭, xavier being a pervert

i have a midterm in two hours and i spent the last two hours writing all of this. dammit. inspired by this brilliant post (original poster is @skynapple) thank you for giving me permission to write this lolz

once a habit forms, it is incredibly difficult to break. he knows that. he has known that. xavier has had years and years and years to make habits and to subsequently break them.

those twenty-something years he was a nail biter. the tugging of his hair whenever he was tired for around thirty-two decades. six hundred years strong and he still can’t keep a straight face whenever he smells something his nose doesn’t agree with. 

some habits he’s fine with not breaking. 

but this one.

oh, he needs to break this one as soon as possible.

and yet, every friday evening he tells himself that this time will be the last time. when friday morning arrives, he wakes up refreshed and confident that it will not happen again. by the time the clock hits 3 pm, he can already feel his palms become clammy; if he was a cartoon he’d think an ironic bead of sweat would form on his temple. and by the time the sun is going down and the rain has soaked his hair completely, xavier is shoving his too practical key into the too practical lock of his apartment door, and the dread in his chest has already settled with the weight of what he knows he’s going to do.

he could leave. he could go.

he doesn’t.

xavier takes his time changing out of his uniform and showering. the water burns even when he sets it at a lower temperature. his entire space feels too hot. sweat is actually building on his forehead now. 

it’s been a long week, he thinks, as he rolls onto his bed, opting to wear nothing but boxers (and even that’s useless). he tries to remember all the missions he’s been on since monday, and more importantly all the missions you’ve been on. you’re a bit of a braggart, so he hears all about them, and he never minds, because he could listen to you brag about yourself for centuries on end and the whole time he’d only nod along and agree.

the more missions there’s been, though, the more exhausted you are at the end of the week. and the more exhausted you are, the more orgasms you try to pull from your fingers every friday night.

when tara’s over, your music is never loud. your laughs rarely carry over. and your volume has never been disruptive (not that he would consider hearing you to be disruptive at all). it’s as if you know that the walls are thin and you’re trying to be as polite as possible. 

then why is it that when you touch yourself, you’re so loud?

are you trying to make sure he can hear you?

or, and this is what already has him hardening at the thought, are you just so sensitive that you can’t help it?

your first whimper blesses his ears, and xavier shuts his eyes, lying flat with his head against his pillow. closing his eyes helps. it makes him feel less like a stalker who’s crossed through time and space for you, and more like he’s just someone you care for, because this way he can imagine you’re in front of him, on top of him, letting out those first few sweet sounds at his touch.

“mmh,” your voice carries over, and goosebumps litter his arms as he swallows, teasing the line of his boxers with the tips of his fingers. there isn’t a rush. usually, he has just enough restraint to make sure he comes with you.

the next thing he hears is a sharp gasp, and xavier groans lowly, trying to be quiet, or at least more quiet than you. already he’s building tonight’s fantasy up, spurred on by the sound of the rain beating against the window. the last time you and he had spent the night in the rain…

“just stay until tomorrow morning,” you’d urged him, lashes fluttering innocently, not knowing the key that he’d supposedly forgotten was heavy in his pocket. even though he was the one who’d lied, he’d still argued against it, because now that the invitation was out in the open you were too close for his rapidly beating heart, your eyes too inviting and your hands too soft.

xavier imagines he didn’t argue that night. he imagines he’d agreed instead, and had accepted the change of clothes from your closet. the acid in his chest that hisses knowing you even have another man’s clothes in your closet is quickly silenced when you don’t wait for him to leave the room, and instead lift your own shirt right above your head.

he’s never seen you like that. but his imagination is more than ready to supply him with what you’d look like, evidence gathered from how your uniform would cling to you while you fought, or even from how your robes would slip up a little when you were sparring him some hundred years ago—

his hand wraps around his cock without him even realizing it, and he lets out a small, choked moan.

your hands are softer than this. they’d feel better. in the corner of his mind he sees you, topless, pushing him back onto the bed and crawling above him, caressing his face with those soft hands before running them down his chest. your touch does so love to wander. and his body is yours to explore. he’s never belonged to someone else.

he whispers your name and almost as if in response, you let out a cute little squeal, and xavier curses under his breath as he pictures you making that sound while he fingers you. he’d start off with one, just because you seem sensitive. but then he’d add another. and another, and then he’d watch you ride them. 

slowly, he rubs his hand up and down his length, remembering the last time you’d held this hand to resonate with his evol. last week, for a particularly tough wanderer. your palm had been smooth against it, and now the next time you do it he’ll remember that he touched himself to the thought of you with that same hand.

“mmh, don’t tease me…”

oh, you’re speaking today. pleading with an invisible voice, or maybe you really do know that he’s just below you, hanging on to your every word. and he’s disinclined to acquiesce to your request—he’d do nothing but tease you. once he’d make you come once with his fingers, he’d toss your legs over his shoulders and drag his tongue along your folds, bring you to the brink before pulling away. he’d watch the way your lips pout and the way your eyes flare up whenever you’re emotional, and he wouldn’t give you time to complain before diving in again.

“sorry, sweetheart, you know i can’t help it.”

xavier’s eyes fly open with a gasp at the sudden other voice—there’s someone with you. there’s someone in your room, on your bed, with their hands on you. 

there’s a pause, and then he hears you again, letting out a small, “y-you’re so…haah, mean…”

one of his hands curl into the sheets below, clutching them so tightly in his fist that he wouldn’t be surprised if they came off.

someone is touching you. someone is making you—incredible, wonderful, beautiful you—whine like that, close enough to hear you, far closer than xavier has ever been.  

“i’m not mean,” the man who is invading your bedroom right now says, “you can’t look like that and expect me not to edge you. you’re the most beautiful when you’re begging, you know?”

“i could say the same about you,” is your not-so-hushed response, and during the next pause he can barely hear anything but he knows you must be kissing him. him, whoever he is. a date, your boyfriend, the devil—you’re kissing him, those soft, gorgeous lips of yours are against someone else’s when all xavier has done in his time with you is try to tear his eyes off those lips, wondering what they would like against him.

“c’mon,” your voice pleads again, “i need you. i’ve needed you all day.”

the man groans, and xavier hears the kiss this time, one fierce and stolen in the heat of the moment. 

“if you insist. you know i can’t resist you, sweetheart.”

there’s some shuffling and xavier thinks his heart is going to beat out of his chest. he feels…he feels everything, sick and jealous and almost angry, and he can feel himself trembling with every inch of him screaming to get up and confront whoever thinks they can touch your skin and draw those noises from your throat—

but when you let out a high-pitched, muffled cry, xavier’s hand goes back down, and he starts stroking himself with more urgency.

you’ve never been this loud before. and xavier used to enjoy that, thinking of it as a challenge, that if he ever got to have you, he’d make sure you were louder with him than you were with anyone else. he’s brought himself to orgasm at just the idea. but now it’s torture, hearing your voice go up several octaves for someone who isn’t him, for whoever’s hips are roughly colliding against your own, filling his ears with a muted plap, plap, plap…

“fu-u-ck, baby, how are you this tight?” the interloper groans, “gonna make me come, m’gonna come inside you…”

xavier’s skin crawls at the needy moan you let out in response.

the fantasy in his head is ruined. there is no more vision of a seductive version of you having your wicked way with him, but instead he is imagining exactly what is happening, a dirty picture of him in a corner watching someone else enjoy you to the fullest extent. wrecking your beautiful body the way you deserve.

your moans are building, higher and higher, and his back is arching off the bed as he fucks his fist, still trying to pretend like he’s yours and you’re his, that he’s the one burying himself inside your wet heat, that your nails are digging into his back, leaving lines on his skin, drawing blood if that’s what you wanted—

“raf!” you wail, and your voice breaks, and xavier’s eyes roll back, and he spills into his hand.

there’s still a ringing in his ears as he pants, breathing heavily while the sound of skin slapping becomes more desperate, as the intruder—raf— speeds up to try and reach his own end too.

his hand moves on its own. with barely an intention formed in his mind, he presses it to his heart, and he feels a surge of energy run through his chest, no time left to regret anything.

the sounds stop completely.

after a minute, his phone lights up with a notification.

starlight: hey did your lights go out too???

starlight: my room just blacked out

starlight: i had a friend over i’m so embarrassed lol

with his chest heaving as he lays back against the pillows, and his right hand sticky, xavier texts you back with his left, a soft, tired sigh escaping him.

xav: no mine’s still on

xav: i’ve got tea and takeout come over

xav: i’d love to meet your friend

[heavyhitterheaux]

Got Me Thinking

Part 1: Butterflies

Synopsis: a reunion that is well overdue makes your heart flutter once you lay eyes on your first love in more than ten years and the feelings that you thought were long gone come rushing back

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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Sighing to yourself, you quickly pulled out your phone and started looking for plane tickets to head back home to Louisville. It had been a little while since you had been back, but your biggest reason for going was to get away from him.

Him being your husband, Xavier.

The two of you had been married for only three years, but you were over it. You had come to the realization that the person you married was long gone and that there really was no hope left. The less that you were around him, the better.

You knew he was cheating on you and you recently discovered that he had gotten another woman pregnant and that she was due in less than a month.

He had no idea that you knew all of that information and since you found out, you had just been biding your time and had since opened up another bank account to save money in order to plan to get away from him.

The goal was to move back to Louisville so that you could be closer to your parents and siblings who stayed there while you were the only one that left.

Booking your flight, you closed your phone to begin packing since you would literally be leaving within the next few hours. At this point, you were desperate and longing for a peaceful environment.

You knew that he wouldn't ask any questions about where you were and it seemed as if it had gotten to the point where the two of you were simply roommates and you were completely okay with that.

It had been almost a week since you had seen him anyway.

A quick text was sent to your mom to let her know to expect you around midnight and she quickly responded back in excitement.

The plan was to divorce him by the end of this year because then you would have more than enough money to live off of for the time being once you moved back. Truth be told, you had enough money now, being a CRNA had its perks and it helped that you lived in California which had the highest pay for nurses because of the cost of living. Moving to Louisville would definitely be a pay cut, however you didn't even care. You just wanted to get away from him.

–

When you had finally touched down in Louisville at midnight, you told your mom not to worry about getting you from the airport but she insisted and wouldn't take no for an answer.

Once you slid into the passenger seat of her car after throwing your suitcase in the back, she immediately eyed you which made a sigh escape from your lips.

“Hi to you too, mother.”

“I'm just waiting until the divorce is finalized so that I can throw you a party.” She said while following behind the other cars headed towards the highway.

“By the end of the year. I told you that already.”

“But what are we waiting for? Anything that you need, you know me and your dad will support you until you get settled back here in Louisville. He is a piece of shit and I'm tired of him treating my daughter as if she isn't the best thing to happen to his ungrateful ass.”

“He wasn't always like this.”

“I know because if he was, ain't no way in hell he would have gotten my approval to marry you.” Your mother replied with her voice slightly raised and you simply sighed.

“You deserve so much more and it is hard seeing my youngest child so unhappy all the time. So, I'm just going to say it.”

“MOM!” You replied turning to her with wide eyes because you knew what was going to happen next and what she was going to say because she said it every single time that you talked to her on the phone or facetime.

“Jack wouldn't have treated you like this.”

“Will you ever let that go? We broke up more than 10 years ago! It was a mutual decision!”

“Well it needs to be a mutual decision for yall asses to get back together. Jack is the only son-in-law that I'm going to acknowledge at this point and I am waiting for the proposal. See? It's meant to be. I don't like his wife and I don't like your husband. There, that settles it.”

Any time that someone mentioned Jack, your heart immediately began to race and the butterflies in your stomach increased tenfold.

The two of you decided to end your relationship after dating from your freshman year in high school all the way up until senior year. It wasn't because either of you wanted to, it just was what was best. You were going to nursing school and Jack was trying to become a rapper and get a record deal and move to Atlanta. When you sat down and thought about it, the two of you could have made it work, but the last thing you wanted was for him to feel like he was being held back by you in any shape or form.

You saw how successful he was and was proud of him and never counted him out for a minute despite what people were saying around the two of you.

“Wait, pause. When did he get married?!”

“Talk about a delayed reaction. But it only happened about ten months ago. You and Xavier were umm… starting to have your issues so I didn't mention it. I met her when I went to meet Maggie for lunch and she gave me… What's that word yall use now? The ick. And in not so many words when Maggie and I went to lunch, she told me she didn't like her either and that he should have married you. Jack even LOOKS unhappy. But you didn't hear that from me. Do what you want with that information. I mean you could always go over to Maggie and Brian's. It seems like he's always there and never at home. I wouldn't be at home either with someone like that.”

“Mom! Quit it. I am here to…”

“Get away from your cheating ass husband who is also about to have a baby on you? Go and get the man who has wanted you since you were fourteen.”

All you did was sigh because you knew deep down that your mother was right. But, you still had hesitations in the back of your mind. You highly doubt that Jack still felt the same about you all these years later. Besides, he had a whole wife and you could admit that your mother could be extra dramatic at times, so why would he marry her if he didn't even like her?

“Okay, changing the subject. What do you want to eat when we get home?”

“Mom, it's one in the morning.”

“So? What time do stomachs open?”

–

Later on in the day when you had gotten some much needed sleep, you had a craving for some Italian food and decided to go to a restaurant not too far from your parents’ house and get your order to go. Your all time favorite, Vincenzo's.

In order to make it so no one in your house had to cook dinner, you took it upon yourself to get something for everyone. You had already placed your order and was waiting for it as you were scrolling on your phone, when suddenly you heard someone call your name from behind.

“Y/N?”

Once you looked up and turned around, you came face to face with no one other than Jack's younger brother Clay. Who you hadn't seen since you left Louisville to go to nursing school.

“Well look who it is and who is all grown up. Hi, Clay.” You responded while giving him a hug. You remember him wanting to be just like Jack and would want to follow him around everywhere.

“Just visiting or moving back like your parents want?” He asked and all you could do was roll your eyes because you knew your mom would tell anyone who would listen.

“Oh, so she's literally made it known to everyone that they want me to move back, but just visiting for right now. Had a taste for some Italian so here I am.”

“What are you doing tonight? Are you busy by any chance?” Clay asked, catching you off guard. Your only plans were to drink wine and watch tv until you passed out for exhaustion.

You simply shook your head no towards him.

“Well, it's Jack’s birthday and we’re throwing a surprise party for him and Urban. You should come. I know he would be happy to see you.”

You didn't even realize that it was in fact March 13th.

“Clay, I don't know. We haven't seen each other in over ten years.”

“All the more reason to come. Just…. trust me on this. He would want you there and I won't get knocked upside the head for his gift not being here on time and I'll just say that you're the gift.” All you did was laugh and shake your head.

It wouldn't totally be a bad thing to see him, but what would you say when you did?

The butterflies were erupting in your stomach again and you looked back up at Clay before you talked yourself out of it.

“What time and where is it?”

—

Your older sister, Janelle was currently with you in your childhood bedroom helping you decide what to wear and of course she was picking out the more revealing outfits while you were simply trying to be modest.

“Put them titties on display! Show him what he’s been missing!” She yelled and you simply looked at her and rolled your eyes.

“You are literally the worst and I should have asked Jeremiah.”

“Should have asked me what?” Your older brother and the middle child, Jeremiah asked as he popped his head into your room.

“What the? Since when do you live here?” You asked, confused by his sudden appearance.

“Well damn, I can’t come and see my baby sister when she’s here anymore? And besides, Janelle texted me and said you were going to a certain ex’s birthday party. So, I needed to find out the details and especially when the wedding date is.”

“Because Janelle cannot keep her mouth shut to save her life and yes I am. And wait a minute, WEDDING DATE? You two are just as insane as our mother.”

“She won’t dress slutty though as I’m suggesting.” Janelle said while rolling her eyes at you.

“You want my ass and boobs out like I’m not going to freeze.”

“Hoes don’t get cold.” She fired back, but you quickly gave it right back to her.

“I’m anemic.”

“You know you’ve always been it for him. I mean my baby sister is the shit and he let you get away and is now married to… umm…. Someone that is not on his level.” Jeremiah said as he went over to your vanity to pick out jewelry that you would wear despite you not having an outfit.

Jeremiah was definitely the fashionista out of the three of you and you knew for a fact if he wasn’t an orthopedic surgeon that he would definitely be doing big things in the fashion industry.

“So, all of you have met her?!”

“And it was not a pleasant experience and one that had left a good first impression.”

Janelle got up to rummage through your suitcase and found a black halter top that she paired with tan cargo pants and proceeded to throw your New Balance 550’s at you that matched.

“Here, go put this on. Your boobs are going to be spilling out the top in this.”

“Did I ever tell you two how much you both get on my nerves?”

“All the time, but it’s a good thing that we don’t care. Now it’s time to catch us a man.”

“He’s married.”

“And so are you. And both of you are miserable. Hurry up and make this happen, we have a wedding to plan.”

It was now 8 PM and you were sitting in the passenger’s seat of Clay’s car and the two of you were headed to where the surprise party was going to be held and he noticed how much you kept fidgeting.

“Y/N, it’s going to be fine. I know he misses you even if he doesn’t want to admit it at times. He is always asking our mom if she had talked to your mom lately and always asked how you were doing.”

“Really?”

All Clay did was nod his head as he slowed down to a complete stop at the red light in the intersection.

“Look, I… know he probably doesn’t want you to know this, but I’m telling you anyway.”

“Tell me what?” Now you could feel your heart rate speeding up.

“When he found out that you were married that broke him even though he was trying to put up a front and now he probably won’t admit it if someone asked him. He has never moved on from you.”

“Clay…. He’s married so, obviously he did move on.”

“Hmm, if you could call it that.” He responded while snorting and trying to find a place to park so that the two of you could head inside.

“Wait, what?”

“You know from the start that we were always rooting for you two to be together. Even our parents were.”

“Clay, I did not come here to break up a marriage.”

“I… it’s already broken despite it not even being an entire year yet, but you didn’t hear that from me. But Jack has to see it for himself. Anyway, we’re here. And if nothing else tonight puts a smile on his face, I know you will when he sees you. His wife might show up, she might not… she’s a piece of work.”

“All of you give me entirely too much credit. I am nothing special.”

“Ask Jack if he feels the same way and I guarantee that he’s going to say that you are.”

The two of you walked in and Clay had mentioned that Jack and Urban were going to be there within the next ten minutes and now your butterflies were starting all over again as they erupted once more in your stomach.

When PG saw you, you were placed into bone crushing hugs and it was expressed how much you had been missed around Louisville, especially from Jack and that once he laid eyes on you that it would be a done deal.

Clay told you to hide to the side in the back corner as PG was in front of you so that when Jack walked in, he wouldn’t be able to see you until everyone moved out of the way. He planned on everyone screaming ‘surprise’ when both of them walked in and then telling him that he wanted to start the party off right by showing him a gift that he had been patiently waiting for, and that gift was you.

It was now quiet in the room that the party was taking place and the lights had been shut off and you heard Jack and Urban mumbling to each other while trying to find the light switch. Once they did, everyone screamed ‘surprise!’ and the two of them were all smiles.

This was the first time that you had laid eyes on Jack in person in more than ten years and the butterflies erupted once more. He looked so good and it felt that your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

Clay had walked over towards him to give him a hug and then whispered in his ear and you were assuming that he was telling him about the so-called “gift” and the two of them started to walk towards where you were casually standing behind Ace and 2fo.

“I know that this will probably be your most favorite birthday gift that I’ve ever gotten you.” You heard Clay say and you simply smirked and laughed to yourself.

“Hmm, I’ll be the judge of that.” You heard him answer and it was now go time.

“Okay, Ace and 2fo, move out of the way so that he can see his surprise. I made this happen by the way, just so you know.” Clay said and Jack immediately rolled his eyes before laughing.

Once Ace and 2fo moved, Jack came face to face with you and it seemed to be speechless and it was as if he couldn’t believe that you were standing in front of him.

“Happy thirtieth birthday, Jackman, or should I say Jackson? Did you miss me?”

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Driving With The LADS | Crack

So for some unknown reason, people are terrified of being in the same car as me when I'm driving. It's an enigma since I'm an amazing driver. With that being said, I decided to write this with some of my favorite (and common) driving maneuvers alongside how the LADs react to it. These are all taking place in a four person car (because I can't drive a motorcycle...yet).

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+. Warnings: Bad Driving (Apparently)

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Xavier

It wasn't often that you and Xavier were in the same car together. Normally you guys would just be walking everywhere, or take a taxi. In certain circumstances, he would just teleport the two of you. So this was a bit of a treat. Xavier had readily allowed you to drive the two of you around so he could possibly take a nap on the way to your destination.

It had been a straight shot for literal miles as you relaxed in the driver's seat, one hand on the steering wheel and the other fumbling with the music. It wasn't very busy at the moment on the road, so you weren't paying a crazy amount of attention; the car was even on cruise control.

Then you had to make a turn up ahead. Xavier had been dozing off in the passenger seat next to you, occasionally his eyes fluttering open when he heard you cursing under your breath about the bad drivers around you.

He was pretty relaxed with you around the wheel...until that first turn. You were going about 70mph and slowed down only a little bit as you made the sharp turn. Xavier's entire body went flying for a moment from how harsh it was. He gripped onto the handle above his chair and looked at you.

"What was that, did something happen?" The blonde was now fully awake as he asked this.

"Oh don't worry, I just made a turn." You said as you approached the next turn, doing the same thing. Xavier was thankfully still grasping the safety handle so he didn't go flying into you this time. He still looked terrified.

"Don't you think we should slow down for those turns?" He asked, swallowing the lump of anxiety in his throat. How had he never noticed how terrifying you were when driving? Your completely relaxed demeanor was simply a lie as the demon in you surfaced.

You turned over and gave him a confused look, "Why should I? I'm saving on gas." You pointed out. Xavier's jaw dropped a bit as he slowly regained himself.

"Saving...gas?"

"Ya, if you don't stop that much, you don't have to accelerate as much. You save on gas. It's simple." You said, making another sharp turn and Xavier had to bite his tongue to not make a noise.

"Hey, perhaps I should drive us the rest of the way." He finally offered, wondering when you could pull over.

"Nah, I'm good. You go back to sleep."

"I insist."

Zayne

Zayne was used to driving you around, it was one of his favorite things actually. Knowing you were safe in the passenger's seat and he could make sure you arrived at your destination without a hitch. He did have another motivation for being the driver, however.

It was the fact that Caleb ratted you out about being a bad driver.

It had been a conversation in passing. Caleb and Zayne didn't talk as often as they did as children, but on occasion they'd meet up. When you got your driver's license, Caleb had been with you. He told Zayne about your...terrifying antics on the road. Zayne knew it had been years since that, and you surly had gotten better from a new, teenaged driver. He still didn't want to press his luck.

That was until you forced him to let you drive. You two were going on a small road trip and Zayne ended up staying at the hospital all night and barely had gotten to the apartment when it was time to leave. You told him he just needed to sleep and you'd drive the first leg of the journey.

He was far too tired at that point to even argue, allowing you to take the keys to his car. It wasn't until two hours later that he woke up to your grumbling. A car behind you was trying to get around you, even driving right on your ass and pissing you off.

You, being petty, decided to drive your car at the same exact speed as two semi trucks on either side of you, keeping pace so the fucker behind you couldn't get around. You were grumbling the entire time about how he was an impatient fucker and Zayne sighed.

"You know it's not worth it, just let him get around you and we won't have to worry about seeing him again." He tried convincing you, but you were too far gone.

"Absolutely not. This is a battle of persistence, and I will prevail. Fucker isn't getting around me. I was literally already speeding." You said, as you continued at your relaxed pace. The car behind you was still on your ass, and you briefly saw them flipping you off.

"Oh this fucker did not just flip me off." You gasped, looking in the rear view mirror.

Zayne called your name out in warning, seeing the feral look in your eyes.

"Imma break check this whore." You finally said, making Zayne jolt up.

"Don't." Not only was Zayne worried about his car, but at the speed and how you were sandwiched between two semis...it wouldn't end well.

"He flipped me off, Zayne."

"Which isn't worth dying over."

"Mhm debatable."

Zayne just sighed and you watched the car get behind one of the semis now and you chuckled. That semi was passing you up slowly so you decided to continue keeping pace with it. Zayne sighed, looking at your antics. If he had known you'd spend the next two hours fighting another car, he wouldn't just sucked it up and drove.

At least you guys didn't die by the time the other car got off on an exit.

Rafayel

Rafayel was more than happy to be the passenger princess at first. He had nice cars and you had begged him to let you drive since normally he was the one behind the wheel. He was surprised, thinking about how a lot of people hated driving, which is why he defaulted to doing so with you.

So he happily sat down in the passenger seat of his nice sports car while you got in the driver's seat. Rafayel was planning on just scrolling through his phone to find things to do with you the entire drive. You had planned on visiting the next town over so it was a three hour drive, just so you could try a new seafood place. Surly there were more things there than just food though.

The large screen of his car showed a map as the GPS directed you to where you needed to go. You lazily drove, your eyes glancing around and checking your speed. The car could go fast and you fully intended on testing it out later, whether Raf liked it or not.

You turned the music up a bit, enjoying the tunes as you continued down the road. The scenery was beautiful as you took the route that went right past the ocean. You were enjoying it so much that you had spaced out just a bit during the drive.

Rafayel glanced over at the GPS, watching as it was telling you to turn in a few feet. He cleared his throat, getting your attention.

"Yes, baby girl?" You asked and he flushed at the nickname before speaking up.

"You realize we're supposed to be turning right here." Rafayel said as he pointed to the road. "If i had known you'd be so spacy while driving I might've reconsidered your offer." He teased.

You snorted as you saw the turn, "We can still make it." You said with a large grin on your face.

Rafayel didn't know why his blood suddenly ran a bit cold at that announcement, "Wha-AAAAH!" Rafayel's hand went to grasp the "Oh shit" bar as you slammed on the breaks and made the turn. The screeching of the tires was alarming and you could hear a car horn blaring behind you from the angry driver you had unintentionally break checked.

Rafayel had screamed as you made the turn in one piece, the car shifting back as you began driving like you didn't just do that. His heart was pounding in his chest as he turned to you.

"What was that?" He asked frantically, "Are you trying to kill me? I know I ate the last of the seaweed snacks, but this is uncalled for!"

"You did what?" You said and turned to him. Rafayel sucked his lips together, his mouth forming a perfect line as he realized his accidental confession.

"Mister, you're buying me more when we get to the town."

"If we make it there alive..."

"What was that?

"Nothing!"

If anyone was curious, yes these are all things I have literally done while driving...more than once. But I swear I'm safe about it. You can trust me to drive you. Just don't listen to my best friend. She once had a heart attack on the Highway as I literally did what I wrote in Zayne's. Two hours. Two hours of making sure that bitch couldn't pass me. The power I had then...I miss it.

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LOOK AFTER YOU - XAVIER SHEN X READER

Warnings : mentions of injuries and anesthesia, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : sickening fluff <33

Word count : 1.2K words

Additional notes : This had been sitting in my drafts for a while now, and now it’s finally here!! Given how Xavier selectively chooses his missions and work, it makes sense that he’d feel more like a househusband than anything😭💗

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With dragging feet and a very noticeable limp, it took all they had to not just completely pass out halfway on the way home—still, they had to hold on. Just a few more minutes. They could handle that. Dr. Zayne had managed to patch them up well enough for them to stay conscious until they ended up on their doorstep.

Finally standing in front of their apartment, they lifted an aching arm to knock on the door—only to stumble forward as it swung open, their boyfriend’s face poking out from behind it. Already before they could speak, a small frown had formed on his face. “The hospital called just now. I didn’t know it was this bad.”

Xavier pushed the door open fully, reaching out for them with open arms that they—all too happily—slumped into. He could carry 10 times their weight if need be; they didn’t worry about him struggling to carry them inside in the least. “Thanks,” they mumbled against the wool of his sweater. Almost reflexively, they melted into his hold as they inhaled the scent of him clinging to the soft fabric: cinnamon, vanilla, and sunshine.

“Are you okay? In pain?” he worriedly asked as he heaved most of their weight and began to guide them to their bedroom.

At that, they snorted. “They gave me enough anesthesia to knock out a mule. I’m just trying to avoid putting pressure on the wounds, since I won’t be able to feel just how bad they are—“

“Until it wears off.” He nods in understanding, having been in their place more times than he could count. One hand left their back to push their bedroom door open and switch on the lights. “Then it’ll all hit you like a freight train.”

“Put nicely, yes. I would’ve said “hurt like a bitch,” personally.” A look of amusement danced on his face as he huffed out a laugh at that, kicking a few slippers out of the way so he could lean over the side of their bed. He lowered them to the bed as gently as possible, and they groaned out as their body sunk into mattress. “This feels like heaven now. Could you—?”

Before they could finish their request, Xavier had already nudged their fluffiest pillow underneath their head with one hand, while the other was pulling up their softest blanket up to their neck. “You’ll want to nap, of course,” he quietly said, brushing back a few sweat-slicked strands of hair away from their face and settling into his spot beside them on the bed.

“Just for a little. Mission was exhausting.” Sighing, they closed their eyes for a few moments, as though collecting their myriad of tangled thoughts regarding it, before blinking back up at him with a tired gaze. “Keep me company until I fall asleep?”

“Of course,” he quickly replied, crystalline eyes shining with the sort of fondness only they could alight within him. “Wanna tell me about your day?”

They shook their head, an apologetic half-smile on their lips. “It was shit. Nothing much to say about that. I’d rather hear about yours, though.”

A barely-there squeeze to their hand reminded them that it was fine. He’d always indulge them, after all, and if that entailed him talking about his certainly-in-comparison-boring day, he’d oblige.

And really, he’d once told them—in that solemn manner of his—that if they asked him to serve his heart on a silver platter, he’d gladly carve it out of his chest and welcome the gaping hollowness. How else would he carry it to them, still beating and yearning for them? Maybe when it fluttered in their palms it’ll bridge the chasm of space and time that he sometimes felt between them.

“I woke up at two, I think.” He looked a little embarrassed as he confessed, though it was nothing that surprised them. “I didn’t want to… ah, have another accident, so I stuck to ordering lunch for us both.” His spine straightened, as his eyes lit up in remembrance. “Oh, I got you salmon and potatoes. Is that ok?”

This time when they smiled, it almost seemed lovesick—or maybe they were growing drowsier by the second. “More than ok. How’d you know that I was craving it?”

“You tend to have eating patterns,” was all Xavier said, as though that were explanation enough. Maybe that truly were the case, or maybe the feeling of his knuckle brushing against their cheek was too soothing for them to question it. “It wasn’t too hard to notice.”

“Mmm. What else?”

Voice little more than a whisper now, they seemed to burrow into the covers even more. Just a few tufts of hair showed from the edge of the blanket, and Xavier had to resort to stroking the top of their hair now as he went on. “You probably didn’t get to notice it when we walked in, but I cleaned the entire house. Top to bottom, and I didn’t even have to pull out the vacuum.”

“Sounds like you’ve earned yourself some praise,” they slurred out, their chuckle sounding like it was distorted underwater, though it was only the effect of being filtered through sleepiness.

He hummed, a mischievous glint to his eyes. “Not to be too greedy, but I believe I do. Unless you happen to have any complaints about my cleaning skills?”

“I’ll be… the judge of… that.” To hear the last sentence, he had to really strain his ears, but it was all worth it.

When will the novelty wear off? When will he stop clinging to every single utterance of theirs; every soft sound and breath that escaped their lips? He feared he’d spend his entire lifetime clutching at every one and stowing it deep between his ribs. That greedy feeling of wanting to keep every fragile part of them to himself never went away, it seemed. And he supposed it never would.

“I guess I’ll have to aim for a 5-star review, then.” No response; just the sound of their even, deep breathing, and the shift of the Hunter’s outfit they still hadn’t taken off with every exhale. Xavier’s hand stilled its ministrations, and he carefully untangled it from their hair to set back in his lap.

For a few moments all he did was simply take the sight of them in. Soot-covered attire and perspiration-dotted face and all, he still thought they were the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on. Perhaps, they were even more striking in his opinion when they were so battle-weary.

Still, it can’t have been too comfortable, and he knew that the first thing they’d want to do after waking up—aside from taking pain medication, since the effects of the anesthesia would’ve long worn off by then—would be to shower. With an impossibly softened gaze, he leaned down to leave a fleeting kiss against their forehead, one that somehow still left his heart stuttering in his chest as they hummed and smiled in their sleep. Falling back to their side, he curled his warm palm around their hand that lied on the pillow, his mellow voice carrying his love in a whisper and on his frayed sleeves.

“Sweet dreams.”

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“Home.”

Home - where the people are that you love the most.

Xavier x reader

Love and deepspace fan fiction

No warnings

No use of Y/n. Gender neutral reader. read in the second person. Established relationship. Shorter fan fiction, it’s midnight and I am tired. Enjoy

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. “ my shooting star. “

If someone asked you where home was, it wouldn’t be a place. Sure, your apartment was your home, you lived there, but when you said you wanted to go home you usually meant you were going to go see Xavier. He had been your home before you even realized it, but you would never complain because he was perfect. Sleepy all the time- but perfect.

You stand in a bar with your co workers, Tara sipping her fruity drink and glancing over at you. She grinned “you’re getting that look again.” She nudged your shoulder as you sipped your drink of choice. You blinked a few times and glanced over, raising a brow. She grinned even wider “you’re getting all mopey.” She poked your cheek.

You laughed softly at your drunk friend, gently pushing her finger away and trying to remember how much she had to drink. You sipped your drink and sighed “I’m not mopey. I just want to go home.” You explained vaguely. This resulted in even more giggling as she finished off her bright orange and red drink.

“You miss blondie.” She stated and motioned to your phone “ask him to pick you up! I’m.. going to stay here a while longer.” You shook your head and stood, pushing away her glass and putting the cash for your drinks and snacks on the bar counter for the barkeep, who nodded in acknowledgment before you spoke to Tara.

“No, sweets you are not. I’ll call you a cab, okay?” You told her, pulling her up from her chair. She agreed, she wasn’t a very fight-y drunk. The pair of you waved to the other hunters before stepping outside while you called a taxi for Tara. She melted into you, almost knocking you off balance as she babbled on about nonsense. Some of it seemed sentimental and some of it was words you swore she made up. When the cab got there, you helped her into the car and made sure she was all set and comfortable before bidding her goodbye.

“Byee!!!!” She smiled sweetly, waving as you shut the door. You imagine she waved back at you through the back window until the car turned a corner, or until you were just too far away to make out. Then, your phone buzzed. You glanced down at it, clicking into the notification.

Xavier꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ ⌒)ᦱ: where are u?

You’d smile at the little sleeping bunny icon you put next to his contact name, but replied swiftly after it displayed read, because you didn’t want to make him worried by not replying. You’d done that before and he had tracked you down like a police dog.

You: just finished up with a little team dinner. Tara got drunk, sent her home w/ a taxi

Xavier꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ ⌒)ᦱ: ohhh

Xavier꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ ⌒)ᦱ: do u wanna walk home tgt? I’m nearby

You: Please!! We can sleep together at the house

Xavier꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ ⌒)ᦱ: See you soon

You didn’t wait long. Xavier always seemed to be close by, it weirded you out at first but now it was almost comforting to think he was only a few steps away. You walked hand in hand, the feeling of loneliness in your chest now replaced with content. You didn’t have any fancy words for it, you just felt happy. You two didn’t share a home but he spent so much time over at your apartment he practically lived there, but the same goes for you at his. Since you felt too lazy to go up just one floor, you ended up staying in his apartment. You changed into comfortable clothes you left in the dresser in xaviers room, which also was.. yours at this point. You even left some of your stuffed animals here, and a few things like a brush, work papers, your books even sat in the corner of the room on the desk next to his laptop.

Xavier gently knocked on the door, “can I come in?” He asked, sleepiness always evident in his voice. It was almost cute.

“Come on in.” You replied, standing at the mirror in the bathroom that was in his room, touching up your hair and making sure you didn’t smell of alcohol. You heard him shuffle in, and saw him come up behind you in the mirror. He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“I’m tired.” He complained, coming out as a mumble against your skins. You hummed in response and glanced at him, placing a hand over his firmly resting against your abdomen. He pulled you to the bed slowly but surely, and you had to stretch to turn off the bathroom light before it was out of reach. Xavier wasted no time at all, flicking off the bedroom light and pulling you down onto his large bed. You shifted, now facing him as he tangled his limbs with yours, already preparing to sleep. His head rested against your shoulder, his breath softly brushing against your neck as he held you tight. There was a long silence before you said,

“I missed you.” You almost whispered to him as you played with his hair. His fidgeting with your shirt paused, and he moved to look into your eyes.

They looked like a puppies. “Mm. Really?” He asked, a lazy, sweet smile resting over his lips. You nodded and he leaned in, nuzzling your noses together. ‘Bunny kisses’ you called them. It was a thing you two did, ‘your thing.’ “ ‘missed you too.” He whispered back, pressing a kiss to your lips. Kisses with him were never quick. There was never one. He pulled away but would kiss you again, and again, and again until he decided he had enough. Finally, he would kiss you a little longer this time, squeezing you close. It was gentle, always so soft and careful, however he kissed you as if he needed it like he needed air. When he pulled away, he looked so happy with himself, returning to the crook of your neck.

This warmth, the smell of lavender on the pillows, the familiar feeling of his slow deep breaths, the sound of the curtains being pushed by a gentle breeze, the feeling of now was home. This was where you belonged, you thought. Here in his arms, muttering soft sweet words to each other until you fell asleep. You leaned your head against his, curling around him slightly and tried to burn it into your mind. You needed to remember these little moments. They were your favorite.

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Stoner-Ajax P

Summary: The vampires and gorgons don’t socialize normally, that is until y/n finds out Ajax has the best stuff.

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x y/n

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Summary: The vampires and gorgons don’t socialize normally, that is until y/n finds out Ajax has the best stuff.

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x y/n 

Vampires and gorgons didn’t associate too much inside Nevermore. Sure, there were some who were friends in larger groups, but for the most part they stayed separate. It may be because vampires aren’t affected by the snakes, or because the vampires can’t feel the gorgons’ emotions, but either way y/n knew to stay clear of them. 

Y/n sighed as she made her way out of class, she was stressed beyond measure. Her mother had sent her a letter reminding her that she was falling behind her siblings, having yet to drink human blood. Y/n didn’t want to, and she thankfully had found some friends who were on the same page, but this only angered her mother. Her friend Mavis had advised her that smoking weed would help, did y/n understand how? Not at all, but she always listened to her friend’s advice. 

That’s how she found herself leaning against the wall, outside fencing practice. It only took a second for y/n to spot him, his beanie covered his head making him stick out against his friends.

“Hey Ajax!” The girl said, causing the boy to turn on his heel, questioning why the Y/n Y/ln wanted to speak to him. 

“Well, what do I owe the pleasure?” The boy took in the girl in front of him. He knew exactly who she was. Her curly hair was tucked behind her ears and her teeth showed lightly as she bit her lip. Ajax would never admit that this girl has been on his mind for the past two months. 

“I- uh I need some stuff...” y/n whispered, looking around the hall to make sure no one could hear. Ajax was shocked, vampires usually didn’t mess around with getting high off marijuana, usually they used people for that. 

“Do you need it to get high?” The gorgon questioned. “Can’t you just go into town and-” 

“No!” The girl had interrupted, her face growing flush with embarrassment and Ajax realized she wasn’t like the other vampires at Nevermore. “I just- do you have anything to help with stress?” She looked at the gorgon, fulling taking him in as he seemed to be in his own thoughts. His nose was thick, but it suited his face, y/n could see slight muscles under his shirt, having just come from practice. He was cute, she couldn’t lie, but vampires couldn’t like gorgons. 

She was interrupted out of her thoughts by Ajax speaking again. “Yeah, I got some stuff, but you can’t take it alone. Do you have anyone to stay with you while you do it?” Y/n racked her brain, Mavis was the only one she trusted to take care of her like that. She shook her head no and frowned slightly. Ajax noticed the crease on her forehead and before he could think spit out the words:

“You can come to my dorm and take it, that way I can make sure you are okay.” Mentally Ajax was punching himself, that was way to forward but surprisingly the girl nodded in agreement. 

Y/n had no idea why she agreed to take it in Ajax’s room, but he offered and her responded before she could think. And that’s how she ended up hanging upside-down off Ajax’s bed, smoking a blunt and giggling at God knows what. She felt so much more relaxed, the pot helping take her mind off her mother and talking to Ajax wasn’t as bad as she thought. And so, it became their thing, Y/n would get stressed and text Ajax and 5 minutes later they were smoking in his room.

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“Dude it’s been two months of you guys meeting up twice a week to smoke, ask her out already.” Xavier whacked Ajax on the back of the head. He was tired of his best friend coming to him daily and talking about the vampire but not doing anything. 

“Dude no, what if she rejects me, then things will be awkward. I’m perfectly fine just letting her use me for smokes.” In all truth, Ajax was not fine at all, in the past two months Ajax and y/n had grown to be best friends. They would talk about any and everything, sometimes not even smoking, just sitting in each other’s presence until y/n felt peace. And as much as Ajax loved it, y/n loved it more. 

“Y/n next time you go to his room just kiss him!” Mavis yelled at the girl. Y/n had realized over the past two months what a major crush she had on Ajax, to the point where she missed an entire lecture because she was too busy staring at him. Y/n was against this idea Mavis had though, because she was so sure he didn’t feel the same. Y/n left shortly after to meet up with Ajax, who was already on his bed, joint in hand. 

Within no time they were both high, giggling and the most random things when all of a sudden Ajax stopped. Y/n looked up to see him staring at her, memorizing her face. Her cheeks flushed and she mumbled a quiet “what?”. The weed definitely was in Ajax’s favor because he shot back immediately with:

“You’re beautiful.” 

Both of them froze, realizing what was said. Ajax began cursing at himself, laying back on his bed and shutting his eyes, praying it as all a dream. “Ajax” y/n whispered, causing the boy to open his eyes and sit up. Her eyes were focused on him intently, and the weed was also in her favor because she leaned forward and grabbed the back of his neck. Pulling him into a soft kiss, both afraid it wasn’t real. They pulled apart, unsure of what to do next. 

“Would you want to go out?” Ajax said, breaking the tension.  “Yes!” Y/n said, pulling him back in to meet her lips, and that’s how they stayed for the rest of the night. 

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Die for you

Paring:xavier thorpe x reader

Warning:tw mentions of bruises and swearing

Summary: y/n and xavier haves always hated each other, always competing in school and in art but what happens when a normie hurts his rival

For years the was a rivalry between xavier thorpe and y/n l/n. No one knew why or how the rivalry began but maybe it best not to

A screaming match took place in the quad, though no one even batted an eye at argument. See the students of nevermore all were used to this. Many screaming matches happened in the quad but only with the same 2 people

It would always end the same way too,with xavier and y/n storming off in the other direction and today was no different

Both going in opposite directions to avoid each other

Y/n needed to get as far away from xavier thorpe as possible. The boy was completely infuriating, with his stupid perfect face and his obnoxiously soft hair.... she hated everything about him

The girl entered the Weathervane Cafe and took the booth in farthest corner of the coffee shop after ordering her usual coffee and brownie

Mindlessly scrolling through tiktok when a hand slammed onto the table. She looked up to see 3 normie bullies

"Can I help you?" Y/n asked the boys in front of her, clearly unamused

"Yes actually" one of the boys grabbed her while the others helped drag her to their school to send a message to nevermore

Xavier could barely calm himself. He knew he couldn't carry on like this any longer. It hurt more than anything,pretending like he didn't care at all, as if it wasn't killing him. He made up his mind, he needed to find you

Xavier had been searching the school for you for hours almost giving up, when he saw a figure limping at the entrance of the school

It was her. The girl he'd just spent hours looking for except she had bruises all over her body and looked as if she'd fall over at any given moment.

Xavier ran towards her, stopping in front of her "who did this to you?"

Y/n scoffed,after hours of torture she didn't need more pain "it doesn't matter"

"of course it matters, someone hurt you" xavier sighed frustrated

"Why do you care if I'm hurt , it doesn't make a difference to your life " y/n tried to walk away but winced from pain

"BECAUSE IM IN LOVE WITH YOU." xavier yelled out finally having reached his tipping point

Y/n froze in her place "don't be mean , please I'll take any other games just not this. I'm begging you xavier "

The boy hesitated but stepped towards her "I'd never be that cruel. I'm tired of lying to myself and to you. I've been in love with you since you got to nevermore and I got scared so I decided to pretend that I hated you. It was easier that way."

The girl's eyes welled up with tears "we are such dumbasses , I pretend to hate you but I never could."

Xavier didn't say anything but interlocked their hands and took her to the nurse , staying by her side the whole time until she fell asleep

Then only did he go to town with ajax and hurt the people who hurt his girl and when she woke up he was by her side again

"Xavier did you mean what you said?" The girl looked at him with hope

"I meant every word. I love you y/n-

He was interrupted as the girl pressed her lips to his and pulled him into a passionate kiss

Hi guys I'd really love if you request <3

[thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed]

Can you please please do a Wednesday X Fem Reader where thy are dating and it can be like parts where one, finding out about readers cancer, then dealing with it, then trying to fight it, but the treatment not working, so the reader is slowly dying and Wednesday does all the things reader likes for them and always stays with them. Then after R's death Wednesday tries to cope with it for weeks and months but in the couldn't anymore so she hints the dark ending. The Angst will be out of this world

Ghost Of You

Word count: 3.8K

Summary: request above

Warnings: angst, terminal cancer, anything to do with cancer, death, loss, depression, mentions of suicide

Pairing: Wednesday Addams X Fem!Reader

I need a hug after writing this. I think it’s my longest fic so far, I hope you like it!🖤✨

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Your relationship with Wednesday was by far the best thing you could ever wish for, and it shocked you when out of the three people that were interested in her, she chose you. You never expected her to choose you because you thought you weren’t as pretty as Tyler or Xavier… well, everyone thought she liked boys because she was always hanging out with one, but turns out she liked women, and you were her first and only choice. Sure you weren’t perfect, but Wednesday always made sure you knew you were perfect to her… obviously using her ways. She never told you directly, more through metaphors but you didn’t mind, you knew that this was her love language and somehow you had to admit you didn’t mind that. You weren’t one for hugs or cuddles yourself, but it would happen from time to time that you and her would sleep together, and the most contact you had even in bed was your arm around her waist, nothing more nothing less.

In class you would always sit together, paying attentions and taking notes for each other when one of you stayed in your room because you were sick or something like that. Of course Wednesday’s note were always so clean and tidy, and yours would be decorated with the doodles you drew when you were bored. Recently though you have been feeling sicker than usual. You didn’t have a fever, but you were always so weak and tired, even if you slept for hours nothing would change. You would sweat a lot even when you were not moving, and you were always so pale. This was no other case. “(Y/N), you need to sleep. You can’t always be this tired and not pay attention.” Your girlfriend recently has always been trying to help you and get you to sleep, even if her ways were a bit too harsh. You were in your botany class so you had to keep it low “Wednesday I’m sleeping a lot at night, I don’t know what’s happening to me” you sand as you wiped your forehead from the new bead of sweat.

Wednesday noticed that and put a hand on your forehead to feel your temperature. “You’re warm. You should go to the infirmary.” You nodded slightly and got up, but as soon as you did you started feeling dizzy. “I’m not… feeling very well…” you tried to hold yourself up but you lost consciousness and fell to the ground. Without saying a word Wednesday got up and rushed to your side. The teacher came towards you as well, and given as you may have hit your head when falling, she called an ambulance. When it arrived you were still unconscious and you remained unconscious for a few hours… weird, for just a high temperature. Being the protective girlfriend she was, Wednesday wanted to get on the ambulance but no one let her, so she had to wait until lessons were over, and she did, going to the hospital with Weems. “How is she?” The short Ravenette girl asked.

The doctor sighed. “Unfortunately we only have bad news… she has stage 4 cancer. Has she ever shown signs of weakness?” The news threw Wednesday off, she never expected such bad news just because you passed out. Wednesday stayed quiet for a while, until Weems nudged her shoulder, both to remind her she had to answer the question and to get her out of her thoughts. “She was always tired these past few weeks, she said it was because she studied too hard… she was never this sick. Is it treatable?” The doctor took notes and then sighed. “We can try, but it most likely won’t work. It’s not operable but we can immediately start with aggressive chemotherapy, this could give us some hope even if she’ll be very very sick.” Both Wednesday and Weems nodded. Weems was your guardian so she had to agree to the treatment. “How long does she have left?” Wednesday asked, her voice low and soft, as the doctor shook his head with a sigh. “Not much. Close to a year, maybe even less.”

Weems wanted to be the one to tell you as she basically raised you, so Wednesday stayed out of the room. When Wednesday finally came into your hospital room, she saw you cry desperately while in Weems’s arms, she was crying as well. You refused to believe that your life was basically over, you had your whole life ahead of you yet it got ripped from you. You had planned a lot of stuff with your friends, with your girlfriend. You hadn’t been together for that long, But you two were definitely made for one another, and even though you wanted to wait to have some more physical contact with her, now it couldn’t wait anymore. Wednesday grew sick at the sight of you so desperate, she couldn’t bare to see you like this and for the first time in her life, it hurt her as well seeing someone in pain. She had promised you too many times that she’d protect you, but she couldn’t protect you from this, there wasn’t any chance that she could do so. Wednesday looked down, trying to prevent her own eyes to water.

When you had calmed down a bit you asked Weems to be left alone with Wednesday and of course she left the room. Wednesday looked at you as she made her way over to you. “I-I don’t want to die…” you said trying not to cry again, as you covered your face with your hands. Wednesday didn’t hesitate to come towards you and hug you, for the first time in your relationship she hugged you. “I know mi amor. I’m so sorry.” Wednesday herself was trying so hard not to cry. She promised herself she wouldn’t cry anymore, but she knew that when you left, it would destroy her. You refused to stay in the hospital, deciding that you’d take your treatments in your dorm. You didn’t want to live your last year in a hospital, you wanted to make the best out of it with your girlfriend and your best friends. Your doctors allowed you to, and Weems even changed your dorm so that you’d be with Wednesday.

Your first treatment was at the hospital, and even though it was really heavy, you went through it easily. You had decided to take your illness on a brighter side: You were going to die anyway, but why be sad instead of making the best out of it? When you went back to school all your friends were there for you, they did whatever they could to try and cheer you up and it worked in some ways, because when you happened to be alone, you’d always break down. You didn’t want your friends to see you always sad, you wanted them to remember you like the happy girl you have always been and always will be, in their memory. Wednesday had changed as well. She was more protective, more attentive to you and what you did, she wanted to make sure you were happy and fine until your last breath, and she wanted you to have as many memories with her as you could. She loved you so much and deep down she was hurting too, but she never showed it, she never vented to anyone. She had to tend to you.

Your treatments were in the afternoon, after school in yours and Wednesday’s dorm. It had now been two months since you had been diagnosed with terminal cancer and slowly but surely you were getting weaker, sicker. But you still managed to keep going. One morning you woke up and when you went to the bathroom to brush your hair… they just came away like it was cotton candy. Literally you took a strand of your hair and it would come away without any effort. You had expected this, but it didn’t feel like you had anticipated. “W-Wednesday?” You called for her and she dropped whatever she was doing to come to you. “Yes my love?” She said, and looked at you through the mirror. You were looking at yourself with tears in your eyes and strands of hair in hour hands, unable to speak.

Wednesday took the hair you were holding and put them in the sink, as she placed a hand on your cheek and turned you to look at her, caressing both your cheeks as her eyes showed a hint of sadness as she gave a small smile. “This is good though, right? It means that the chemo is working. Right?” You were panicking, tears filled your eyes even more as they rolled down your cheek. You had been trying to deny the fact that you were sick but now it was undeniable. Wednesday sighed and pulled you in a tight hug, where you broke and fell to your knees, Wednesday caught you and accompanied you to the ground as you two stayed in that desperate hug, where you did nothing but cry, scream and grip Wednesday close to you. “I don’t want to die…” you sobbed out, while the brunette was holding you tightly, rubbing your back. “I know…” she said in a surprising soft tone, it would be surprising to everyone else but you, because recently she has always been soft to you.

Wednesday’s eyes let a couple tears fall, but she looked up and gulped, she had to be strong for you. That day you shaved your head to get rid of the last bit of hair that remained, from that day on you were never the same. You no longer smiled every day, you no longer made jokes about anything and you didn’t leave your room aside from school. It had been six months now and You had also started loosing weight and you hated that. You looked like a corpse, pale and basically skin and bone. It was a morning like every other and you were getting ready for school, but when in your underwear you stared at yourself in the mirror. You hated how you looked, you hated all of it. As you cried and sniffled Wednesday hugged you from behind, hands around your waist and her head on your shoulder. You were pretty much the same height, so it was no problem for her.

“I look terrible…” you said in a soft voice as you placed your hands on top of Wednesday’s. “You don’t. Mi amor you’re the prettiest girl I have ever seen” you shook your head and turned around to look at her, her arms still wrapped around you. “Wednesday, I’m dying.. I only have like six months left and I look like shit now. There’s no way I look pretty” you sighed as you hid your face under her neck. “You’ll always look pretty. Skinny, normal weight, short hair, long hair… you’ll always be pretty wether it’s here or in my mind, you’re still the prettiest girl I know… no wonder you’re my girlfriend” she said and you smiled brightly, staying in her embrace. Three more months had passed, you had now only three months left. Chemo obviously didn’t work so you interrupted it, even if you still would get sicker and it was showing. Your friends were still trying to make you happy whenever they could. Weems even let you all go on a trip to Los Angeles, you have always wanted to go there and you finally managed to make that dream come true.

On a Monday morning you woke up feeling extra weak. Wednesday was still asleep, but you had to go to the bathroom. You got up and out of bed, but as soon as you were on your feet you immediately fell down… you couldn’t even hold yourself up on your feet anymore. “Fuck-“ you said as you tried to stand back up, but you couldn’t. You started crying, calling for Wednesday but she was in a deep sleep, until you managed to raise your voice more. “Wednesday please wake up…” you sobbed out. Finally she did wake up and soon saw you on the floor. “(Y/N)? What happened?” She asked as she rushed to your side, to try and lift you up and place you on the bed. You tried to help by pushing yourself up, but you couldn’t. “I had to go to the bathroom, but when I got up my legs failed me, I can’t even hold myself up anymore…” you looked down and cried. Wednesday hated seeing you like this and it wasn’t long now until your time was up and you’d be gone. Luckily doctors had you prepared for this inconvenient and had left you a wheelchair. With Wednesday’s help you sat there so she could take you to class.

You were giving up. You couldn’t keep fighting knowing you’d die anyway… it was no use. You even refused to celebrate your birthday, you stayed in your room, just cuddling with Wednesday knowing that this would be the last birthday you’d spend with her. “I don’t want you to cry when I die..” you said all of the sudden. You were basically laying half on top of her with your head under her neck. Wednesday stayed quiet at your request. “It wouldn’t be you. I want you to be the girl you always have been, I don’t want you to change because of me… I just want you to remember me and not forget about me.” You said as you took a deep breath and stayed close to her. “My love I will never forget about you. You will forever be my only love, I can’t find someone like you nor even close. There’s only one (Y/N) and only one person who has my heart, and that person is you.”

Three more months passed… you were back at the hospital. You had gotten sicker, to the point that you needed a mask to help you breathe. Wednesday was always there by your side, never leaving you. Both of you knew that your end was near and she did whatever she could to make you as comfortable and as happy as possible. You were in a lot of pain, you were having troubles breathing… until the dreaded day came. Wednesday and Weems were in your room, you knew that life would leave your body pretty soon. After talking to Weems who was crying desperately you moved your attention to Wednesday, taking a hold of your hand. “Nes I’m scared” you sobbed out weakly as you searched for her eyes. She looked at you and squeezed your hand tightly “I know you’re scared my love.. but it’ll be okay… you’re going to be okay” she said and caressed your face, all while you winced in pain, your whole body hurt, everything hurt. “N-nes, promise me you’ll be okay” you asked, you wanted her to be okay when you left.

“Promise me you’ll continue with your life, that you will be happy. But promise me you’ll always remember me, and that you’ll always love me” you cried out, and she leaned in to place her forehead on yours “I promise you mi amor” she said and leaned in for a kiss, which you reciprocated… your last. You saved your last breath and your energy for this kiss, and then you were gone. You died kissing your girlfriend and you couldn’t ask for a better death.

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Enid came rushing through the hospital, tears in your eyes as she busted the door open, she didn’t like what she saw one bit… Weems was crying desperately while sitting on your bed and trying to hug you, while Wednesday sat in her chair. Fists and jaw clenched as she looked down. She was trying so hard not to cry, and she was managing so far. Wednesday didn’t do tears. Wednesday had promised you she’d never cry, and she never did. In her life Wednesday only cried once, when her pet scorpio died, and now she was scared she would cry again and if she did, she wouldn’t recover ever again. “Is she gone?…” Enid asked, making her way towards Wednesday, who only gave a nod in response. Her knuckles had turned white from how tight she was keeping her fists, nails biting into her flash. “I’m sorry…” Enid said, sitting next to Wednesday and placing her head on her shoulder.

Wednesday always liked funerals, she even attended the ones of people she didn’t know. But your funeral was something else… because she knew you, she loved you and seeing you being put into the ground, just hurt. Every student from Nevermore was there and all of them wished their condolences to the principal, and even tried to do the same with Wednesday. She kept avoiding everyone, she didn’t want to hear people tell her how sorry they were for her loss. The whole week it has been raining, but it was sunny that day, and your funeral was right at dawn… god did you make a beautiful sunset. Your favorite colors were in the sky, from purple to orange and Wednesday has never liked colors more, she wanted to frame this moment forever. When everyone left Wednesday stayed at your grave.

Wednesday had promised you she’d never stay at your grave, yet here she was.

Wednesday had promised you she’d be happy… but she couldn’t, not after losing you.

Wednesday had promised you she wouldn’t cry, yet here she was.

For the first time she was crying. A couple tears had left her eyes, but it was just that. She wiped her tears with the back of her sleeve, smearing her dark, light makeup. She stayed at your grave for hours, just staring at the beautiful picture of you smile, and Wednesday remembered: you had never seem her smile. You talked a lot about wanting to see her smile, yet you never did. Wednesday couldn’t keep one single promise to you. She cried, she wasn’t happy. It was hard to keep these promises. She would have had no issue with that, but with you.. she couldn’t stand to know that she had broken her promises to you, and it hurt, it hurt so bad. But she couldn’t let her façade drop, she had to keep it up.

Wednesday was destroyed. Her grades in school had dropped, she barely left her room. She didn’t have any interest anymore, she didn’t hang out with her friends. The room she shared with you was filled with your scent and she didn’t want to forget about it, she didn’t want to forget about you, she couldn’t. You were too young to die, and you were both too dumb to know things like “Love” so she drowned it all down, talking to what now is the ghost of you, telling you how she misses you, talking about everything she could think of, and mostly, saying sorry. What was she sorry for? She was scared she hadn’t been a good girlfriend, she was scared she hasn’t been enough for you, and she just wanted the confirmation that she did whatever she could to make you happy, but you couldn’t give her this confirmation, not anymore.

Wednesday started skipping classes, she never did that. Wednesday stopped writing her very loved novel. Wednesday was depressed.

Eventually she had to move back in with Enid, and the girl was so keen on wanting to make her vent. “Wednesday it’s been months now. You need to talk to someone. We barely see you around anymore, please just talk to me.” Enid tried, sitting on her friend’s bed. “I’m fine Enid. I don’t need to talk to anyone.” Wednesday replied bitterly, nails gripping her desk as she was drawing something she didn’t even know what it was. The blonde stayed quiet for a while. “You know what Wednesday, I’m tired of this. I’m tired of seeing you, my best friend, being depressed for her girlfriend’s death. And I don’t mean it in a bad way, I want you to understand that it’s okay to be depressed, that it’s okay to be sad but it’s also okay to talk to someone. We all miss her, but we also know that it’s been the hardest on you. Please Wednesday just talk to me, to any us” she said the last part whispering.

Wednesday put the pencil down as she turned to look at her friend. She didn’t know how to begin, where to start from. She felt tears building up in her eyes as she tightened her fists and jaw, she didn’t want to cry. Wednesday didn’t want to cry, not in front of Enid. Wednesday was crying.

A couple tears had rolled down her cheek, but she wasn’t making any sound. She just looked at Enid, who smiled sadly. “You can let go… it’s just us-“ “Don’t.” Wednesday was quick to shush her and while her mind spoke this fake truth, her body language Said otherwise. The ravenette started visibly shaking, her breaths becoming closer to one another and quicker that her usual. All the emotions she has been bubbling up burst out all at once as she started crying this time it was a real cry, it wasn’t just a couple tears, Wednesday was crying, sobbing on her chair as she covered her face with her hands. Enid made her way towards Wednesday and pulled her into a hug. “No! G-get away from me-“ she tried, but Enid was stronger. “I won’t Wens. Stop trying” the blonde insisted, keeping her close to her.

Wednesday eventually gave in and cried more in the hug, her friend’s shirt who tried to comfort her while holding her close, Wednesday was screaming, sobbing, everything she has always been trying to deny. “Oh my g-god-“ Wednesday sobbed out, thinking of you again. It seemed like she was trying to deny the fact that you had died until now. “You’ll be okay Wednesday… it’ll pass with time” Enid tried to reassure her, but From that day on, Wednesday only felt worst. Now she didn’t get out of her bed, she didn’t stop crying.

Then on this particular day, Wednesday felt happy.

They say it’s a matter of time

A thousand days and the sun won’t shine

Before I come back to you…

And I’m happy, nothing’s going to stop me

I’m making my way home

I’m making my way

Wednesday felt happy, because

For your love I will go far

I wanna be wherever you are

I know I’m coming back to you.

Wednesday was happy, because she was soon going ti be with you forever.

[green-ville]

Run Boy Run

Synopsis: Wednesday Addams has had visions of this girl for a month, and she was supposed to die the day they meet. Xavier Thorpe has had dreams of this girl for a month, and she was in serious need of help. Wednesday thought her first semester at Nevermore Academy was fun, but now? The mystery has never been greater. She would not rest until the truth was revealed.

Who is the girl that was supposed to die, and why is she being hunted down by demons?

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Her heart beat heavy in her chest. Her thighs burned with exertion. Her arms pumped at her side.

            She heard it behind her which was good. She knew how far away it was.

            A fallen tree blocked her path and instead of going around, she planted her palms on the bark, pushed up, and rolled over the top. She landed on her feet and was running again, knowing she had lost another second because the beast that followed her wouldn't have struggled as much as she had.

            It landed, the sound of a heavy body hitting leaves and twigs and crunching the earth.

            She had lost more than a second, then.

            She whirled, hair cutting through the air, and her fingers crossed together. Her thumbs overlapped each other, her pointer and middle fingers as well. The others stayed splayed open, and her magic burned into the air as she shouted, "Mosra!"

            The beast hit her shield and she was driven back. Staring into its black eyes, its foaming mouth, its wickedly sharp horns; nightmare worthy. Its claw nails swiped at her shield, her feet dug further into the ground, her biceps burned now too with the exertion to keep up her protection.

            It roared at her, the force not pushing her hair back and yet still, it almost felt like there was a ripple in her face.

            She needed to think of another spell, but in her moment of need everything she had ever learned had vanished from her head. She was a clear canvas and her panic grew. That panic was her demise.

            Another swipe. Her shield broke. He reeled back and his foot nailed her in the chest. The air was knocked out of her, pain flared from her chest, and when she hit the ground, that wasn't the end. She was on a hill now and her body rolled like a log down a mountain. She picked up speed, she didn't spend as often on the ground because she was half bouncing. Every hit was a shutter through her body. It was a never ending torture. Rocks imbedded into her skin. Twigs snapped at her weight. The hard ground offered no comfort with her descent.

            Then she hit a tree, her back bending around it, and she finally stopped.

            Her hair, the color of ginger root, covered her bloodied, scraped face. Her ribs expanded, shallow in their movements, with her slow breaths. Her bleeding fingers twitched on the ground.

            Behind the cloak of her hair, blue eyes opened, light and tired. The world blurred to her, stabilizing only after locking onto the beast that neared her. Getting closer. Coming to finish its hunt. To take her away.

            Her finger twitched more. Her cracked lips, exposing red stained teeth, began to move, a whisper escaping.

            A cough racked her body, her eyes watered at the white hot pain that shot through her, and her spell work faltered. There was no time to start over, she had to pray it would still be fine.

            The beast loomed overhead, its shadow covered her in cold and dark, and its clawed hand raised.

            It never did swipe down. Another beast, a werewolf, attacked out of nowhere, sinking its teeth into the demons neck. Their bodies clashed together and momentum took them a distance away – it gave her the time she needed as the sound of snapping jaws and howls filled the air.

            The ground cratered and she rolled into a wash of black fog.

            Immediately, she knew she wasn't any safer. The ground wasn't stable, she was rolling again, but on a different surface. It was firm, prickled like sandpaper – roof tiles.

            She was on a slanted roof.

            Her eyes widened, her hair plastered to her bleeding face as rain from a cloud decimated sky poured down on her. The edge neared, she barely latched onto the gutter before her body was swinging over. A cry sobbed out, all her weight held on by her cut hands. The large slice from when the demon had first appeared made itself known again, singing its stinging anger.

            She shut her eyes, slowing her breathing, and opened them slowly. She was staring at a brick wall, a shade of dark grey. Her body was still but inside she rattled with nerves. Those nerves manifested when she looked down.

            She shut her eyes again, looking up.

            A four story drop. She was going to die. After all her efforts, she was still going to die.

            A bolt popped, and her eyes flew open again. She stared at the gutter, stared at where the metal was bending under her weight.

            The rain filled the gutters already, her fingers were submerged in their cold embrace. There had to be a blockage somewhere – which wasn't important right now. What was important? Getting out of this.

            Her muscles bulged, her face stretched with a grimace, and she ended up screaming, trying to pull herself up. Damn her lack of upper body strength! She needed to reach out, she needed to try and climb up, but she felt if she let one of her hands off the gutter, she'd condemn herself. And yet, if she didn't let go of the gutter and put her weight elsewhere, she condemned herself.

            Her body clenched up, she steeled her nerves, and another bolt popped off. Her hand shot out, letting go of the gutter to grab onto the tiles. No good. The tiles were slippery despite feeling of sandpaper. There was no place for her to latch onto. She dug her nails in, feeling her stability slip further, and it was her undoing.

            Her weight was distributed before by two points of contact. Now, with only one hand, it was too much.

            The gutter popped off, away from the roof, as a trap door opened up and a head of dark black hair shot up.

            Giavanna screamed, blood curdling and piercing the dark day as she fell. Her arms whirled, her legs kicked, there was no reason for either of those things, but she did it anyway. It felt better than just letting herself drop like deadweight.

             And for one final time, her eyes shut, this time with acceptance. She hadn't done it. She hadn't outrun her fate. Her mother. Her father. She had given it her all and still, she wasn't good enough.

            She had been destined to die before she was ever born, at least she got 16 years out of it first.

            She didn't hit the ground first. It was something softer that broke her fall, but inevitably crumbled under her weight. They went down together, and her head hit the cobblestone.

            Rain continued to fall. The clouds only darkened. The rhythmic hitting of the droplets on cobblestone echoed due to the architecture surrounding it.

            Wednesday Addams stood on the roof, looking down, dark hair conforming to the contours of her face. Her eyes, blacker than night, locked onto the girl on the ground. Red hair splayed out, a pool of much darker red seeping out beneath her head. Her blouse outlining her figure and mixing with water and blood. Staining the surrounding area pink, not just red anymore. A skirt that stopped above her knees, torn and cut until it looked like it was supposed to be frayed.

            Wednesday Addams had been seeing this girl for a month. At first it was just the back of her, but even that was a tell tale sign, the color of her hair her greatest identifier. Then it was just her eyes, light blue, piercing, mischievous.

            Then running out of her house, which set on fire as soon as she was a safe distance away. A roar sounding in the distance.

            Finally? Running through a forest, danger imminent yet invisible to Wednesday.

            Wednesday had been looking forward to another adventure. Nothing said the beginning of her second semester at school quite like a murder mystery.

            Only, as she was staring down at the girl on the ground, Wednesday realized she wasn’t dead.

            Her brows knit for a second, disappointment creeping around her like Thing when he was lonely, her pierced lips pinching more.

            And all the way down on the ground, this was indeed true. Giavanna was not dead, and it was all thanks to the boy beneath her, who had seen her coming just like Wednesday had.

            He took in a sharp breath, waking up from his momentary unconsciousness. Pain radiated up, aching from his leg. There was a pressure on him, and when he half sat up, leaning on his elbows, he realized who it was.

            His chest rose and fell, rain soaking him, and failure hit him first. There was too much blood for her to be alive. It was everywhere on her, a hideously dark color that contrasted violently with her tan skin and lighter color scheme.

            Then he saw that first breath and knew.

            The girl from his dreams was alive.

[lilibrownlabonita]

hi! can u do xavier and reader being enemies and them and their friends go on like a hotel for winter break, and they have to share a room and theres pillows as a barrier so that they cant fight but xavier cant sleep without hugging something so he hugs reader and they just cuddle and its all fluffy and cute

Sorry for the delay, anyway, I've seen many fics like that already written and completed a long time, I hope you like it.

You couldn't stand him, Xavier always walked around with his sketchbook and made spiders come out of it just to scare you, sometimes they were caterpillars or other venomous bugs.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of such a small bug, y/n."

"I'm not afraid, I'm disgusted, and I'm also disgusted by you."

"Too bad, I don't know if you know, but during the vacations, you and I are going to have to stay in the same room."

"You liar."

It wasn't a lie, according to the principal, you and Xavier needed to get to know each other better because she couldn't stand the fighting between you anymore. No matter what you said, she wouldn't change her mind, Xavier was to blame for that, he always tried to show that he was better than you at art, from the first time you mentioned that you could paint and would like to paint your own mural.

You still remember what he said.

"No need, I have been painting the school murals since I arrived, maybe you can help me in the end, I think you will like my work."

Since that day, he just talked about how he could paint and draw, showed you drawings and said he could teach you, ignoring the fact that you could also paint and draw. Slowly you drifted apart, at some point in this, you and Xavier became enemies, one competing with the other.

The winter vacations had arrived, luckily you got a seat away from Xavier on the bus, by the time you arrived at the hotel, it was evening, everyone had to leave for their own reserved rooms, including you and Xavier.

"Let's split the bed in two, that way we won't have to touch or fight over space in the bed."

"Fine by me."

You reached for all the available pillows and positioned them in the middle of the bed, half an hour later when the lights went out and you both lay in bed, Xavier put his arm around your waist, too sleepy and too tired to stop, you just kept sleeping.

As time passed, Xavier felt more comfortable to hold you, his leg was now around you too, he hugged you tighter and his face was against your neck, his breathing was tickling, but you didn't know how to wake him up, Xavier was beautiful in his sleep.

"Are you admiring me in my sleep?"

"Don't be an idiot, I was just waiting for you to wake up."

"I think you liked my hugs."

"Xavier, I hate you."

"Then why did you let me hug you?"

It was a good question, you hated him, didn't you, he underestimated you several times, there's no way you could like him.

"You didn't answer my question? It's okay, I'm sorry for hugging you, it won't happen again.

"Why did you hug me?

"You smell good, don't laugh me, I like to hug something while I sleep."

The smile on his face was struggling to get out now.

"I told you not to laugh at me, now I'm going to have to punish you."

Xavier placed himself on top of you, started to tickle your entire body without caring about your pleading or loud laughter.

"Stop, Xavier, please."

"Not until you apologize for laughing at me."

"Sorry, I just thought it was funny that you said you like to hug someone in your sleep, in fact the funniest thing is that you hugged me, I thought you hated me."

"Y/n, I could never hate you, I wanted to impress you from the first time I saw you."

"Is that why you acted like an idiot, and ignored that I could also paint like you?"

"Yes, I just wanted to show you what I could do and ended up belittling you, and I'm sorry for scaring you with those critters."

"That's okay, you make it up to me with more hugs."

"I'll hug you my whole life if you want me to."

The rest of the day you and Xavier stayed in bed, just kissing each other lying in bed, hugging to make up for lost time.