#xavier thorpe hurt/comfort

[yourmidnightlover]

Xavier x Reader piece where reader saw Bianca leaving Xavier’s dorm and assumes they’re back together after Xavier & reader would flirt here and there. Reader begins to ignore him and he’s confused as to why… idk could be cute, could be smutty just a random thought

SO CUTE AGHHH

rumors

pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: reader noticed xavier pulling away and tried to talk to him about it when she sees bianca barclay leaving his room looking more than satisfied.

warning: !not proofread! read the request ig, i also did add smut, oral (fem receiving), unprotected piv, VERY soft sex bc i’m a softy myself :)

a/n: i tried to follow the request as much as possible, and i hope i did it justice! i’m also so so sorry for the tardiness of the post, even though there isn’t a specific deadline or anything. i’m working my way through my requests and my series! i want to make sure everything has at least a half decent plot <3

you weren’t stupid. you had heard the rumors. those rumors being that xavier and bianca were back together.

now, you had also thought that wasn’t true. you and xavier had hung out on many, many occasions, going as far as you you ending up on his lap during a heated make out session. so, maybe you just assumed it wasn’t true.

but it was more than flirting and kissing with you. it was conversations about constellations and religion. it was cuddling until 1 am in his room because you didn’t want to be apart from each other. it was falling asleep on the phone for a few days when weems nearly caught you. it was more.

or was it all in your head?

it had been nearly 9 months since xavier and bianca had broken up. he seemed content with the breakup, mostly unaffected by it aside from his trust issues spiking like no other.

bianca, on the other hand, seemed furious. maybe about the breakup, maybe about seeing you with him. either way, she was mad and it seemed to involve xavier.

the past few weeks he had seemed distant. he wouldn’t call you as much. there were significantly less cuddle sessions. he wouldn’t kiss you as often. you know he doesn’t technically need to do those things. it’s not a requirement, you aren’t in a relationship or anything, but you missed it like no other.

so, when you were headed to his room to talk about everything and saw bianca leaving his room, you hid behind a pillar before she saw you. but you saw her. you saw her with that smirky smile on her face.

you basically knew what that meant. now, you knew why he was being so distant. bianca and xavier were probably going to get back together. he was going to leave you in the dust.

like any logical person, you decided that instead of letting him abruptly cut you out of his life, you would cut him out first.

this world is a kill or be killed, hurt or be hurt world. you were already hurt, but you definitely didn’t want to end up dead. yet.

“hey, y/n,” he called to you in the hallway as you were walking to your next class that you happened to have with him. “y/n,” he jogged to catch up with you. you didn’t even look his way. “hey, so i was wondering what you were doing later on today?” his shoulder nudged your own, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “y/n?”

you continued to walk to class, not even bothering to look up at the gorgeous smile that you were sure was beginning to fade. you sat in the back of the class, where there was no seat beside you, instead of sitting in your rightful seat beside xavier.

the one time you mustered up the courage to look at him during class, he had this puzzled look on his face as he was doodling something he would normally show you once he was done.

“hey,” enid sat beside you in your next class with a worried tone. “ajax and i were talking, and he said that xavier is confused about you. well, more confused about why you’ve been ignoring him? and i know it’s not really any of my business, but i was just wondering if you were okay? because you can always talk to me no matter what! off the record, too!”

“enid,” you smiled as she looked at you expectedly. “i’m okay… or, i’ll be okay. i just realized some things and now i’m dealing with the repercussions the best i know how. but if it ever becomes too much, i know who to come to,” she smiled as you did the same before running back to her desk beside ajax.

you knew she cared about you. but you also knew that she cannot keep her mouth shut. you love that about her, but it also means you have to be careful what you tell her. you know you made the right decision as you hear her loudly whisper:

“she said she’s okay and that she realized some things, but i dunno, jax! i guess she might need some space?”

you chuckled to yourself as the teacher began the lesson. she was a lovely girl, only doing what she thought was best for her friends.

the next day, it happened at dinner.

you had avoided his table at all costs, not even glancing at him as you saw him trying to wave you down out of the corner of your eye. you sat down at an empty table near the trash cans, one that nobody really wanted to even sit at and began eating quickly so you could leave.

your lunch was cut short when he plopped down beside you. you waited a few seconds, ignoring whatever came out of his mouth before standing. you muttered a small, ‘not that hungry,’ before tossing your food in the trash and making your way to your room.

“y/n,” he was rapidly knocking on your door. “y/n, let me in! i don’t know what’s going on but you have got to stop ignoring me,” there was a moment of silence where you contemplated opening the door, but all you could see was the look on bianca’s face showing you all you needed to know. “please open the door.”

it was when you heard footsteps walking away that you let the tears that you didn’t know were building fall freely. hunched over at your desk, sobbing into your hands, you let yourself truly feel what you had pushed down for days.

you truly fell for this guy over the past few months of knowing him. while you hated not talking to him, you knew it would hurt more if you let yourself stay attached only for him to break things off sooner rather than later.

it had been maybe fifteen minutes if you letting yourself sob into your hands when you heard a rapping at your window. you turned to see xavier, standing outside with his hands shoved in his pockets as he shivered in the cold.

“please, let me in, y/n,” his eyes were pleading with you. you never should’ve met them. “let me in.”

with a huff, you walked to the window and unlocked it, grabbing onto his arm to help guide him in. in all of the time you had been hanging out, he had never been so desperate as to climb up the fire escape to see you.

“what the hell, thorpe?” you scolded him, knowing he hated when you called him by his last name. “you’re an idiot.”

“yea, i might be an idiot,” he nodded as he sighed, adjusting to the warmer environment in spite of how cold you had been to him. “but i’m not the one that’s been ignoring my best friend for days.”

“you’re kidding, right?” you scoffed as you went to sit down on the edge of your bed. “i wasn’t sure you’d even notice, let alone care.”

“why the hell would i not care?” he threw his hands up in defeat as he began pacing back and forth in front of you. “god, do you not get that i care about you? you’re my best friend. of course i’ll notice and care when you ice me out!”

“you did it first!” you pointed your finger accusingly at him before taking a deep breath. “you stopped hanging out with me. you would barely come over. you barely even… god i sound like a moron.”

“i barely even what?” he froze at looked longingly at you as he awaited your answer.

“you barely even kiss me anymore,” you opted to avoid his gaze by finding interest in your own hands. “and i was going to talk to you about it a few nights ago when i saw bianca walking out of your dorm. and believe me, she looked more than satisfied so don’t worry about your own performance.”

“is that…” he was lost in thought before something clicked in his head. “you thought that her and i…” his brows rose insinuatingly.

“of course, i did!” you felt the tears well in your eyes again. “and i felt… i felt stupid. and i felt used. and then it made sense, why you stopped talking to me as much and why you were distancing yourself. it clicked. because you want to get back together with her.”

“y/n, i-“

“let me finish!” you snapped. “you owe me that much. you could’ve at least told me! you could’ve told me we weren’t going anywhere before i fucking fell for you! god, i don’t know if it was a game for you to see how many ‘bitches’ you could pull or what, but i don’t-“

his lips were on your own. his hands were cupping your face and his lips were kissing you passionately. your hands went to his wrists, almost to keep him there before you remembered why he had to kiss you to shut up.

“thorpe-“

“i love you,” he pressed his forehead against your own with a sorry look on his face. “she’s been trying to get back at me since the breakup. then, she noticed how i much i cared about you. she figured out how i felt and told me to stop doing… what we were doing or she would tell you. i didn’t think you’d feel the same way. i thought you would be freaked out by the fact that i was in love with you. i’m so, so sorry.”

you lightly pressed your lips to his, only for a short moment. “you could’ve told me, xay.”

“i’m realizing that now,” he smiled softly. “let me make it up to you?”

you nodded your head, “and how did you plan on doing that?”

“well,” he lifted you up by your ass, gently scooting you up on your bed. “before she blackmailed me, i was being distant because i was planning something very, very nice for you,” he began kissing down your neck, his hands now trailing up and down your body leaving goosebumps in their wake. “something romantic,” he sucked harshly on the spot that drove you crazy before one hand shot to his hair, the other going to his shoulder to draw him closer. “something a bit nicer for what i really, really want to do with you,” he emphasized with a gentle bite to your earlobe. “to you,” you moaned at that one, grinding up on his thigh that was between your legs.

“xavier,” you whimpered. “i want you… please?” he pressed his leg further into your core leading to you throwing your head back, giving him more of your neck to work with.

“let me take my time,” he worked his hands underneath your shirt, looking up at you for permission before you helped him throw it over your head. you tugged at his own shirt with a smirk.

“mmkay,” you nodded as he kissed up your stomach, sucking and nibbling on your skin to mark you more than he already had. “missed you so much, xay. missed you so much.”

“me too, love,” you lifted your chest as he unclasped your bra. “i missed you too,” once he disregarded the bra, he began to eagerly suckle on one of your breasts. he carefully teased the nipple with his tongue, letting his hand massage the neglected one, his fingers gently pinching your nipples just the same.

“please,” you continued to hump his thigh eagerly as he continued to switch his actions to the alternate breast. “please do more?”

“whatever you want,” he smiled before pulling at the waistband of your skirt. you lifted your hips to help him pull both the skirt and underwear down your legs. “so fucking perfect. and all mine,” his fingers danced around your pelvis before he got of the bed, putting your thighs over his shoulders to drag you to the edge, a laugh leaving your mouth.

“all yours, xay,” you smiled as he began to toy with the bundle of nerves at your center. “oh my god. that feels so… so good,” your hand was now playing with his hair, the other grasping his shoulder tightly. “i think you should know,” you huffed out a breath as his lips wrapped around your center. “oh fuck. shit, please keep going,” he let a finger slowly enter your center. “oh my god.”

“are you sure?” he momentarily stopped before you guided his head back to your center, nodding eagerly as your head swung back once more.

“i’m so fucking sure,” his tongue was gently massaging your clit excellently. with each tug and take your fingers did to his hair, another moan left his mouth. the vibrations worked their way through your entire body, making you feel everything.

“god, i can’t believe we’ve never done this. i think-oh fuck-i think i’m close. please don’t stop!” your thighs began to clamp over his head as your hips rutted against his mouth. “xavier! holy shit,” you had to pull him away by his shoulders.

“you like?” he chuckled as he pressed his lips to your own. he felt you continue to grind against his leg before you pressed your hand against his bulge to massage it. “y/n,” his forehead dropped to your own.

“i wanna do this with you,” your free hand went to cup his cheek. “only if you want to, of course. but you have my full, enthusiastic consent for all of it,” it was your smile that convinced him.

“i don’t-i don’t have any-“

“just don’t use one,” you pleaded. “i’ve been on the shot for a little over a year and i’m clean…”

“have i told you how much i love you?” he groaned before you worked your hand under his pants, pulling his hard dick out and stroking it a few times before he kicked his pants off. you lined it up with your center. “i’m gonna go slow, okay?”

“mmkay,” you nodded. “just… please?” he pushed his tip in, leaving your jaw dropped from the intrusion.

your arms went underneath his arms that were beside your head to hold him up, wrapping around his shoulders. you whimpered with each inch he pushed inside of you, your nails digging into his skin.

“jesus christ, you’re so tight,” he groaned as he bottomed out inside of you. “holy fuck.”

“uh huh,” you nodded. “feels like… your in my stomach,” your whines were filling his ears. “please move? please?”

his hips began to piston in and out of you. with each thrust, a symphony of moans we’re pulled from your throat. he pulled back to look at you lovingly, letting one of his hands cup your face before he pressed a kiss to your lips. he used this distraction to pick up the pace.

the sounds of his hips hitting your thighs began to resonate throughout your single, your moans only getting louder as you breathed in each others’ air.

he brought the hand that was cupping your face down to your clit, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. with the way your pussy began to pulsate around his cock, he knew he was close to the edge.

“y/n,” he huffed out, his forehead resting against your own as you nodded.

“i know,” you held onto his arms. “me too. just-just do it inside, please? cum inside of me?”

“yea, yes,” he pressed his lips to yours once more before watching as you fell apart on his cock. your head was thrown back, but your eyes remained on his as he joined you in his own ecstasy.

“oh my god,” you held him closely as your bodies came down from the high. his hands cradled your body tenderly once you were both safely on the ground.

“oh my god is right,” he chuckled as he carefully pulled out, laughing a bit more as you winced from the sensitivity. he got up and went to your bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and dampening it so he could wiped up the mess between your thighs.

“i really do love you,” you smiled up at him as he pulled his shirt over your head. “like a lot,” you both smiled.

“i think you also really love how i made you cum, pretty girl,” a hot blush crawled up your cheeks. “you realize you were just naked underneath me, right?”

“yes!” you shrieked out. “i know that… it’s just-i don’t know. i get-i have the right to be vulnerable after having sex!”

“i know you do,” he smiled as he pulled on his pants, crawling into bed beside you before you opted to simply lay on top of him. “i’m just teasing,” he pressed a kiss to your hairline.

“meanie head,” you grumbled into his bare chest, his warm skin never feeling more comforted by anything.

“you weren’t saying that whe- ow!” you pinched his nipple and began to laugh at his whining. “what the hell?”

“stop teasing,” you said smugly. he could feel your smile against his skin.

“after that?” he scoffed. “i’ve learned my lesson,” he hugged you tighter as you littered light kisses to his chest.

“goodnight, xavier,” you let your chin rest on his chest so you could look at him with the cheesiest grin that’s ever existed.

“i love you,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your lips once more before you laid back down on him.

you fell asleep to the beat of his heart calming your own. he fell asleep to the lull of your soft breath. you both woke up with the warm embrace of your love for the other, which is how it would be from then on out.

[priniya]

GETAWAY CAR !

reader gets upset, when xavier pays no attention to her at the raven’s, but when things get complicated, and her best friend is in the center, she lets down her grudge.

notes: xavier thorpe x reader. reader is a witch. best friends to lovers. mentions of alcohol (wine), underage drinking, probably a few curse words, characters might be a little off tho. SPOILERS for wednesday finale! read on your own responsibility. NOT PROOFREAD

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in the depth of your heart, you’ve always known that you’d end up with xavier thorpe, or have a high school love story with him, so there was no surprise for anyone that knew you, that when he finally asked you out to be his date on the upcoming ball, you were on cloud nine. almost as if he knew that you’ve rejected at least four boys that invited you.

suddenly becoming involved and interested in anything that revolved around the dance, looking out for a dress with enid, and wednesday was much more fun than you anticipated, asking yoko to help you out with make-up, and hair. you were ecstatic — happier than you’ve ever been.

it was finally your turn, after so much time of sulking, you got a chance.

at least you thought so. xavier thorpe has been your friends ever since your parents put you together in one crib, during a spontaneous meet-up with his. you were always there for him, hardly ever putting yourself before him. it wasn’t a shock, when you developed a crush, you could say it was expected.

and then, when he put down another of your offer to have at least one dance, you realized what was going on. your best friend wasn’t as happy as you, whenever the topic of the ball was brought up, changing it as soon as possible, he wasn’t keen on dancing, his mind definitely somewhere else. his eyes tracing around wednesday addams.

your heart clutched in your chest as you shifted in your chair, ready to stand up. “maybe you’d stop sulking if you asked her, instead of sitting here.” you rolled your eyes, the happiness far gone on your face. “do it. i’ll be outside if you were looking for me.” he just nodded his head in reply.

sneaking out noiselessly, you managed to climb upstairs to your dorm to quickly find a bottle of wine, you’d hit under your bed earlier. as soon as your dress touched the wooden floor, your eyes filled with tears — how couldn’t you think about it? even for a second? it was so painfully obvious that he was using you to get her jealous.

the bottle emptied pretty rapidly, but it wasn’t the only bottle you had hidden somewhere in your room. sobs, accompanied by the tunes of a song playing from a random, heartbreak playlist, filled the quiet room as you poured another glass of the liquid. you were just a pawn in his game, a small chapter that didn’t matter, not as much as he mattered to you.

you didn’t even think about washing off your makeup, as it only reminded you about the humiliation you faced after putting it on. you didn’t even put the dress back into the wardrobe, nor clean the empty bottles of your favorite wine.

yet, even though you were hurting so much, all you could do is wonder if he looked for you after your sudden disappearance, did he care enough to be at least a little worried, although you wouldn’t like to know the answer, it didn’t matter anyway.

when your roommate finally came back, her white dress soaked in red paint, she didn’t even care that your sheets would get stained, she didn’t even ask about the reason of your current state, she just pulled you into a hug, and didn’t let go for the next hours as you poured out your heart.

“why do i keep doing this? why do i keep running back to him, whenever he gets upset? why does it hurt so much, when i should’ve known it would end up like that.” you cried, head resting on her laps as you sipped the sweet liquid from the bottle. “will it ever be me?” you asked.

on the next day of classes, you weren’t really yourself. you were rarely bothered by anything, always trying to bring a good mood wherever you went, now — you were the complete opposite. earphones plugged in your ears with music blasting so loud that you barely heard your own thoughts, sunglasses resting at the bridge of your nose to hide the puffiness, and redness of your eyes, not even a single word coming out of your mouth.

“earth to y/n.” bianca tapped your shoulders lightly, grabbing your attention. you two weren’t exactly best friends — she was an ex-girlfriend of a boy you were so obviously interested in, yet you managed to hold everything in for the period of their relationship. “what happened between you, and xavier last night?” she asked, a worried expression painted all over her face.

bianca respected you more than anyone that could possibly be a threat to her relationship with thorpe, when they were still together. which was weird for anyone around you, knowing how inseparable the two of you could be, yet you never wanted to be the one to ruin their best friend’s relationship. so when bianca questioned your motives, not believing any of your words until you asked her to use the siren speak on you to learn the truth. that you backed out the second he told you, that you kept your feelings and affection for yourself.

“nothing.” you shrugged. “i was just a pawn to get wednesday’s attention, something i should’ve expected.” you cracked a sad smile, fixing the sunglasses on your nose. the girl seemed to be… shocked, a frown appearing on her face.

“he was unable to stop talking about you, when we were together yet now when he has a chance, he pulls out shit like that?” a sigh escaped from between her lips, arm threw over your shoulder. “i’ll swing by our room tonight, i’ll make sure you’ll be busy with something else.”

you smiled at the girl, accepting the offer, before she got back to her friend group. a notification popped up on the screen of your phone, a humorless laugh leaving your lips immediately.

xav: need 2 talk, my shack in 5?

as a rational human-being you were (with additional psychic abilities), you left him on read, and never stepped into his art studio. well, at first you were convinced to do it, but your legs decided upon going there — so again, you were running back to him whenever he wanted.

“hey.” you spoke out softly. “you said you needed to talk?” you added, the dim lighting of the room making him almost invisible. his head shot to you immediately, determination painted all over his face.

“where were you after you left?” his words sharply cut through the thick tension built around you. you were about to part your lips, and reveal yourself, when he added. “were you in the woods? that’s why you had to run away so fast? because you are the–”

so this is what it was all about — he didn’t want to see you to check if you were fine, he wanted to see you to investigate if you were the hyde that hurt eugene, and killed rowan. you let out a humorless chuckle, turning your back on him, ready to leave, though his hand gripped on your lower arm.

“so you are the hyde.” he stated, eyes burning with fury. “you left to run after eugene, because he found out about your little secret, so you had to cut ties?” his words incredibly pained you, cutting your heart like a knife, proceeded by stabbing.

you let out a long sigh, looking him dead in the eyes. “i was in my dorm, bawling my eyes out while drinking the wine my sister sent me, because my date didn’t even bother to look at me for a second, even though i spent my last savings to buy a dress, so maybe for once, he would look at me and think that i look pretty, that i did it for him.” you felt the tears filling up your eyes, yet you kept going. “i’ve spent the entire night, wondering when my role as a pawn in his game will end. and i’ve come to a conclusion that it won’t happen, there’s always gonna be someone above me in his hierarchy, even though we were friends for more than i can remember.” he let your arm out of the grip, a confused grimace on his lips. “why didn’t you just ask her? oh wait, i know, i’ve already been told why. you did ask her out, but she refused to go, because tyler invited her earlier, so i was just a getaway car as always.”

when he didn’t break the silence after you finished your monologue, you left, running away to the woods to gather your thoughts, and cry for the fifth time that day. you clearly weren’t in a mood to talk to anyone without a sip of wine. you felt invisible, when you found yourself a seat somewhere in the forest. you were sure that your roommate would ask the teachers to give you a sick day, firmly explaining what happened.

xav: yn,,, im sorry, can we talk it through?

you didn’t reply at all, starting to hold a silent grudge against him, for once, placing yourself before anyone else. until the classes were finished, you were walking around the woods, gathering herbs for your potions, trying to calm down.

throughout your whole life, you believed that your mom has linked your souls together at the very young age, so you could be some sort of anchor for each other, whenever something overwhelmed you, nonetheless it was a double-sided sword. he could mess you up to the point, where you had to take a calming potion (and vice versa), or he could be the one to calm you like no one other could.

so when the evening came, you found yourself dressed up in your favorite pjs, which some time ago belonged to your best friend (now it’s yours, of course), standing at the door leading to bianca’s dorm. two bottles of wine, hidden in the depth of your bag.

“i hope you bought more wine, she drank two and a half bottle last night.” your roommate laughed, arm wrapped around your shoulders as you walked into the room.

the time flew by as you emptied at least three bottles, and you were comfortably laying down on divina’s bed, covered in a blanket junpier brought with her. “he accused me of being the monster today.” you spoke out suddenly, changing the topic back to xavier, who endlessly occupied your mind. “and earlier, enid told me he actually asked wednesday to go with him, she just refused.”

“he really has no shame, has he?” bianca rolled her eyes, taking a seat next to you, and gave you the tightest hug it was only possible. “you know, the thing with wednesday will die down soon, and he’ll come back sooner than you think, he always does.” she planted a soft kiss on your forehead to make her words more believable.

“and if he doesn’t, which is doubtful, then you have us, we can find you someone.” divina joined you on the bed, a big smile spread over her face as she watched you let out a light chuckle. “maybe elliott, the werewolf? he’s pretty hot.”

you were cuddling for the rest of the night, sleeping in the most uncomfortable positions that ever existed, surrounded by blankets, and lots of pillows. after that night, full of drunk confessions, words of reassurance, cuddles and lots of wine, you felt confident enough to face xavier.

it happened sooner than you anticipated, you made your way downstairs to see him, waiting and knocking at the door, pale, and shaken up. “hey, looking for someone?” you asked, his large t-shirt hanging loosely on your body.

“yn, can we talk it through? please.” he asked, begged, watching as you walked into the room, and when you didn’t close the door, he took it as a sign to step. “we?” you scoffed. “let me explain myself.”

“i don’t know if i want to hear it.” you smiled at him, before mumbling something under your breath with a hand above a pack of cookies, changing it to a proper meal. “eat it, then we can talk.” you passed the dish to him, crossing your arms afterwards.

there was a thing about xavier that had always extremely infuriated you, ever since you were children. — he was terrible at taking proper care of himself, usually forgetting to have something to eat with him, whenever he went to his art studio. you’d always cast a spell on some of your snacks, you just bought in the city, to change it into something he liked, and then accidentally step by.

“i- i’m sorry that i made the dance miserable for you.” you leaned your back on your desk, eyebrows furrowed as you listened to him speak. “i really wanted to have fun with you, but i felt the presence of the monster there, near wednesday. it frustrated me to the point, where my mind went completely blank, ruining the dance not only for myself, but also for you.”

“and you’ve never been a pawn for me, you’ve always been present in the back of my mind, you are the factor that keep me sane, you’re the only person that brought so much happiness to my life.” he stood up from his seat, and walked towards you. his hands grabbing yours, softly, knuckles caressing it gently. “i’ve always been aware of my feelings for you, my heart has always belonged to you, and it always will, but i’m scared of losing you.”

“then why didn’t you call me, when i didn’t get back? why did you assume i was the monster? xavier, i beg you, stop trying to mess with my feelings, nothing adds up.” your tone was so quiet that the boy had to get even closer to hear it. “all i wanted was you to spend quality time with you, because you ditched me for wednesday a lot, since she got here, and i get that you can do whatever you want, so i was quiet about it, but even at the event you invited me to go with you?” seeing you so vulnerable made xavier’s heart clutch painfully in his chest. it was all, because of him, and he didn’t like a single bit of it.

“i wish everything was different, really. making you cry was the last thing i wanted to do, and you can hate me all you want, i deserve it for treating you like that.” he let out a long sigh. “but i just want you to know that it’s always been you, my head was always filled with your laughter, and memories of you.”

the closeness between you was overwhelming, taking your last senses from you, the same moment, when your best friend closed the gap, kissing you so delicately. feeling his lips on yours was infatuating, and enchanting, nonetheless, you pulled away, his forehead leaned on yours. “no, no, no. you can’t do that right now, not when i’m so angry with you. give me time, please.”

and with that, he stepped back with a simple nod, his eyes didn’t leave your face even for a second. “i’ll give you as much time as you need, i promise.” were the last words he has spoken before leaving your room.

for the next two weeks, three tops, you two barely exchanged a word, everyone around could sense the tension between, but you weren’t ready to talk to him as you still felt the pain from the dance. however, when wednesday announced that xavier was the hyde, you couldn’t believe it. none of these attacks were thorpe’s doing, and you were positive.

“i’ll curse the hell out of you, if you won’t let me see him.” you hissed at one of the cops, before he leaded you to the cell, where they kept your best friend, and seeing him in a state like that was destroying.

“yn?” shocked was painted on his face as you stepped into the room, a worried expression on yours. “it’s not me, i swear. please, someone set me up, please, you have to believe me.” his broken voice rang out in your ears as you nodded.

“hey, calm down and breathe for me, please.” you asked. “i’ll find a way to get you out of here, okay? everything’s gonna be fine, i’ll figure out whose doing it was, and you’ll be clear.” you sent him a reassuring, warm, and soo loving smile that all he could do was reciprocate it. “then, we can go out on a date, but you owe me so much wine, xavier thorpe that i don’t think you’ll be able to pay me back.”

when your time was up, you hang around the city for a while, thinking how could you get xavier out without breaking any laws that would put you there instead. grabbing a quick coffee from the weathervane, before coming back to the castle with xavier being your only thought.

you visited him thrice over the time, promising that if you don’t find the person who set him up, you’ll start breaking laws and free him within a blink.

you were surrounded by a crowd of people during the evacuation, caused by bringing joseph crackstone back to life. you were responsible for the spell that would keep everyone tranquil, and quiet in a place safe enough that the pilgrim’s actions wouldn’t reach.

and then, you noticed the boy you had feelings for, standing further away, making his way towards the crowd of people, and you couldn’t resist — you ran to him, throwing your hands around his neck, pulling him into a hug. when you backed off a few seconds later, your fingers running through his hair as you smiled so widely. “it’s you.” you chuckled lightly.

you remember everything that happened afterwards — mr. galpin handcuffing his son, the funeral the new principal threw for mrs. weens, brewing a potion for wednesday, so her scar from taking an arrow for bianca could heal faster, the end of the school year, and your date with xavier.

some would say you were reckless for not moving on from the blonde boy, some would bash you for giving him another chance, but you valued your friendship, and his presence in your life. so, it wasn’t a surprise for his housemates to see you at his door at one of the last nights of school year, dressed up in the comfiest clothes you had (which were, surprisingly, his).

you both decided that going out to a restaurant was unnecessary, and you could spend some quality time with each other in his room by eating a strawberry shortcake, drinking wine, and watching movies.

it was around first in the morning, when you finished ten things i hate about you, your head rested on his shoulder as you clung to his arm, being already a little tipsy. “i can’t believe you actually hadn’t watched my favorite movie before! julia stiles was so hot, and for what!” you giggled lightly, turning your head towards him.

“waited till i could watch it with you.” he tugged on a smile, and kissed you so sweetly that you felt like dying from the butterflies in your stomach. your fingers grabbed the collar of his shirt as he pulled you even closer, sitting you on his lips. “i love you.” xavier whispered in between the kisses, making your stomach burn on the inside.

it felt like a dream — to be kissed by a boy you pinned over so long, to have his hands on your waist, and hickies made by him on your neck, to be loved by him. even if it was a dream, the last thing you wanted was to wake up.

[thekpotterhead]

A bit of comfort

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It kind of makes me sad seeing how many people don't like Tyler or call him a monster.

I get that he did shitty things as the Hyde, and of course there's the matter of what he did to Xavier's mural, but I don't think he was really evil. The real monster was Thornhill and everything she put him through. That being said, it would leave lasting scars for sure.

Now, imagine Tyler having to deal with that trauma plus the fact that everyone would now hate him or at least wouldn't trust him because of the murders. The only thing he really had going for him was his job at the Weathervane during the series. I can imagine that he would lose that after everything as well. That would leave Tyler literally at his lowest. Now, imagine this, it's outreach day, maybe Xavier's senior year. He's working on a new mural, and he notices Tyler sitting somewhere alone, maybe just on one of the bleachers. Everyone's ignoring him, both normies and outcast because

"That's the monster. That's the person who massacred a crap ton of people all those years ago."

All they know him as is the hyde. Xavier is watching as Tyler goes and tries to talk to Wednesday who is setting up her cello only to get the cold shoulder. Tyler is desperate since he knows that she knows the truth, but try as he might, he still gets ignored and told,

"Go away or I'll make you wish you'd never came over here."

By the girl that he had once loved. Tyler walks away, dejected. Xavier follows him whether out of curiosity or worry (he can't even tell which). He sees Tyler break down once he thinks he's alone, maybe in the woods somewhere. This doesn't look like a monster or a killer, no, the person in front of him looks like a scared, broken, and lost boy. Despite himself, Xavier reaches out a hand and rests it on Tyler's shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

Those words just make Tyler cry harder. He doesn't know what to say, whether he should lie or if he should spill his guts to the boy who should by all means hate him. To his shock, Xavier sits by his side and wraps his arms around him, just hugging him as tightly as he can manage. Xavier doesn't get an answer, but he doesn't need one. He just let's Tyler cry into his shoulder for as long as he needs.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

bianca uses her siren powers to screw with tyler which causes his hyde to accept a new master(xavier) who is forced to take care of the boy as he goes through a panic attack and doesn't take care of himself

Unwiling

warning : big fluff , angst , hurt/comfort , cuddling , kissing , soft

Tyler Galpin x Xavier Thorpe / Tylorpe

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Two hours ago, he wasn't covered in blood. Two hours ago, he had not almost killed people again. Two hours ago, he didn't have a new master. Two hours ago, he was not yet in the arms of Xavier, who was trying to calm him down. But two hours ago his heart was still beating as fast with love as it is now.

After the events with Crackstone and his former master, several months had passed. The whole town and the school were slowly but steadily recovering from the brutal murders and events.

Tyler himself was also facing new challenges. With the help of his father as Wednesday and the other students, they were able to explain the situation to some extent. However, he knew that he was no longer human.

He was half human half Hyde and yet his monster, however involuntary, was a part of him. A way to get closer to his mother, at least that's what he always told himself. But this gave him only a little comfort.

Comfort he found among his few friends who still treated him with a little distance in some situations. But as much as it hurt, he knew that he himself suffered the most.

And he did not resent them as good as not. He understood their fear, especially the fear that flared up in Enid's eyes from time to time when he and the werewolf were reminded of their fight. A tragedy.

But there were also beautiful moments, as well as every afternoon they all spent their lunch break together. This time they decided to retreat to the fencing room. Fortunately, they could sit anywhere, but they chose both the benches and a few chairs that were in the corner.

They all ate sandwiches together and Tyler had made coffee for everyone. Something that even Wednesday brought a small unimpressive smile to her lips. ,,Your shot of four espresso is to die for," she murmured, watching his touched smile.

Ajax, Enid and Xavier also nodded slightly, enjoying their warm drinks. They all brought something so that everyone could eat. ,,Do you already have the homework for fortune telling?" asked Ajax who gave one of his snakes a piece of ham from the ham and cheese sandwich.

A sigh of remembrance of homework went through the group. ,,Yeah, I got it...well my skills aren't the best," Tyler said, running his hands over his curls as he took his notebook out of his backpack and handed it to Ajax. ,,You can just give it back to me later today," he said casually before picking up the packing trash and heading to the trash can.

Since there was none nearby, he had to go out into the hallway. ,,I'll be right back," he said and looked at his friends one last time before slipping out through the doors.

A sigh escaped his lips as he breathed in the cool air through the larger surroundings. It only took a moment for him to arrive at the trash can. He was lost in thoughts of homework, his friends and Xavier.

He was hardly aware of his surroundings and did not look around. But he heard from afar footsteps barely perceptible, quiet and careful. Before he heard it a voice of which he thought he would hear it more. So familiar that it was strange again. It surrounded him, swam through his mind and befuddled him.

He hardly noticed how he staggered towards the fencing halls, how he had his hands wrapped around himself and his breathing was fast and heavy. He felt in the lightness of his voice how his body was transformed, his surroundings blurred for a moment before he could barely control himself. Find your master he heard the voice, his head shook, everything ached and burned.

It was always painful, but like now. It was horrible. He dimly sensed Wednesday hiding her friend Enid and Ajax behind her. They were all afraid, afraid that Hyde would kill them. But this Tyler tried hard not to scare his friends.

The monstrous creature lurched, its claws digging into its own skin, blood flowing down its body and onto the ground. He gave a scream and saw his friends wince. He himself was afraid. Afraid of what would happen. ,,Xa-Xavier" was the artist's name, and the younger man seemed to be trying to calm him down somehow.

Hyde went backwards, his back colliding painfully with the mirror, which shattered and injured himself even more. ,,It's going to be ok Tyler" he heard Xavier say as he hid his friends behind him and took them to the exit. He only heard the click of the lock on the door from afar. Master was the word that went through his mind as he fixed his gaze on the artist.

That gentle voice surrounded him again. Instructed him to accept it. Xavier approached him, raising his arms soothingly, saying calmly yet audibly, ,,Calm down, try to calm down". The words came through to him and seemed clearer than anything had in a long time. They felt good, like someone cared. Tyler hardly noticed how his Hyde stature slowly diminished.

Only when Xavier was standing a few meters away from him did he realize what had happened. ,,Oh shit...you-you're my master," Tyler said stunned, ruffling through his hair before pulling painfully at his curls. ,,What-how?" stammered Xavier, running a hand through his own hair. But he saw how chaotic everything around them was. Even the fact that Tyler didn't answer made him look from his hands to Tyler.

Tyler seemed to be completely out of it as he held his hair, his breath going too loud and too fast. A panic attack, he realized, something that wasn't necessarily new to him. Slowly he approached Tyler who was leaning against the broken mirror. Slowly he settled down next to him and watched him for a moment.

Slowly he put one hand on Tyler's and slowly pulled it away from his curly hair. ,,Hey, it's going to be okay," he said slowly and slowly stroked the other man's hand. He could feel the trembling, the tension in Tyler.

He thought for a moment, If I'm his master now, he mused. ,,Tyler, look at me," he asked the older man. To his amazement, Tyler lifted his head and Xavier looked at his tear-stained cheeks, reddish ears and eyes filled with pain and strain. He sobbed, probably trying to come to terms with the fact that he now had a new master.

His other hand went to the cheek of the barista. ,,May I?" he asked, seeing the small nod that showed fear and loss. He put it on the warm skin of the smaller one, gently stroking it with his thumb, trying to somehow take away some of the pain.

As funny and involuntary as the whole situation was for both of them. ,,What-what now," Tyler said, sniffling again and holding onto Xavier tightly. ,,I don't know, maybe after we figure this out we should find whoever did this and just start over," he said, pulling Tyler closer so the smaller man could rest his head in the crook of Xavier's neck. ,,I'm-I'm scared," he heard Tyler say dully, and Xavier stroked the smaller man's back. ,,Me too," the artist admitted, and even though he knew there was no worse moment, he knew that his heart was not only beating with fear.

But also with love and concern for Tyler. He pulled him a little closer, not wanting to let him go for fear he might hurt himself again. The wound he had inflicted on himself as Hyde and the cuts would heal.

But Tyler himself, they both knew the answer. ,,Thank you," the artist said and saw Tyler look at him for a moment. ,,For what?" he asked, wiping away a tear before snuggling back up to Xavier. ,,For letting me get so close to you, for letting me touch you, for letting me give you this, my Tyler," the artist crooned. But before Tyler knew what the taller one meant, he kissed him gently. Without franticness or nervousness or fear.

It was a kiss of pure reassuring love and closeness that they both had. ,,I will always love you no matter what" he reminded his friend and Tyler smiled sadly knowing. ,,And I will always love you for loving me," he said, and this time he gave Xavier a kiss that would keep them locked in the big room for some time. Because what they needed was what they had the most. Love.

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[carnationcreation]

Part of me (Xavier Thorpe x reader)

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Prompt/summary: Xavier shows up a bloody mess (literally) after hurting you

Warnings: pining, hurtful comments (hurt/comfort), mentions of blood (paint/pigs blood), spoilers for Wednesday but if you haven’t finished it what are you doing here?

There were some days I couldn’t stand Xavier Thorpe, and unfortunately ever since Wednesday Addams arrived at the school those days became more frequent.

Being friends with the tortured artist wasn’t exactly my choice. When I arrived at Nevermore he seemed to pick me out from the crowd and deemed me to be the introvert to his extrovert, the sidekick to his main character life.

Sitting at lunch alone wasn’t fun for most, but for me, it was my favorite part of the day. Being able to sit and read while eating was a bit of peace during a hectic day full of classes. Nose-deep in my latest obsession made me pretty ignorant of what was going on around me. Honestly, I’d rather be ignorant than aware of their stares and comments about the newest freak at Nevermore.

A book slammed down on the table, knocking me out of my trance.

The boy sat down, opened up the sketchbook, and began to draw.

I glanced up at him, then down at my book, then glared back up at him, “Do you mind?

The boy looked up with strands of blond hair falling in front of his eyes, “Nope, not at all.” 

He turned his attention back to his sketch and I tried to turn mine back to my book. “You know, most people spend their first day at a new school trying to make friends, not hiding behind a book in the center of the cafeteria,” he said, trapping the edge of my book with his pencil.

I only shrugged, trying my hardest to focus on the words in front of me.

“Guess you’re not like other girls huh?”

“I’m like any other girl that doesn’t want to be bothered by a random guy asking stupid questions.”

He chuckled, “Well, I’m Xavier and I should probably welcome you to Nevermore if no one else has yet.”

“Thrilled to be here,” I said monotonously, flipping to the next page. 

“Have you ever tried archery?”

I sighed, placing my bookmark in the crease and closing the book. I wasn’t going to avoid any of his questions like this, so I might as well try and be friendly.

I didn’t mind, as it was quite nice being friends with someone as noticeable as Xavier since that meant the spotlight was never on me. 

He became more dramatic after he started dating Bianca, and that melodramatic attitude worsened after they broke up. It wasn’t until he came into my room crying over it that I realized my feelings for him, but it was never a good time to discuss it.

“What are you doing here Xavier?”

I didn’t expect to see him outside of my window at 2 AM on a Tuesday. I wanted to tell him to go away, but seeing the tears on his face made me hesitate.

“I broke up with her.”

I crossed my arms, “I’m sorry.”

“Can I come in?” he asked. I looked back at my unmade bed and messy desk. Why should I let him in? I hadn’t talked to him in over 2 weeks because Bianca said him and I were too close.

“Please,” he sniffled, “I’m sorry. I’ve been a shitty friend, I know. And I’ll make it up to you, I promise, I just need–”

He choked on a sob, but I knew what he was going to say. He needed somebody. 

I let him in, hoping that he truly meant he needed me. But part of me knew that he just needed somebody, I was just the easiest person for him.

I let him wallow in his sadness. Letting him paint for hours and rant to me while I listened. I was sad for him, as I knew he loved her.

That sadness turned into frustration. If I thought him ditching me for Bianca was bad, then him ditching me for Wednesday was worse. At least Bianca was his girlfriend and not just a random girl that wants nothing to do with him. He follows her around like a lovesick puppy.

On the first day Wednesday arrived, for example. I arrived at Botany class only to find my seat taken by the pigtailed goth. To be honest, I wanted to be mad at her, but after watching her smack the absolute shit out of Xavier's drawing of a spider I couldn’t help but laugh at his embarrassment trying to impress her. My fuming must have been evident as Ajax moved his bag from the normally empty seat next to him, I sat down next to him and let myself be distracted by my books. 

“Hey, (Y/n).”

I looked up. Ajax sent me a shy smile before sliding me a note.

Be my date to the Rave’n?

()Yes ()No

My breath caught in my throat. I knew the dance was coming up, but I honestly hadn’t given it much thought. I picked up my pencil from my bag. Did I really want to go with him?

I guess some part of me wanted to say yes, but another small part of me was secretly hoping maybe Xavier would ask.

Can I think about it?

I slid the note back to Ajax, and while his face showed disappointment he sent me another smile and a nod.

From over his shoulder, I could see Xavier staring at us, he shook his head before turning back to the front of the classroom. 

What in the world was that about?

Finally, lunch came around and I tried my best to distract myself with my novels. Unfortunately, my wishful thinking came to a close as I felt the familiar thump of Xavier's sketchbook hitting the table and his eyes staring into mine.

“What Xavier?”

Xavier looked at me confused, “We haven’t hung out in a while, what are you doing later?”

“I promised Enid I’d go dress shopping with her.”

“You don’t even have a date,” he mumbled, leaning down over his paper.

“Well, I can still go and have a good time, date or no date. Plenty of people go without one.”

Xavier scoffed, “Gonna be boring. I mean, Enid has a date, Wednesday has a date-”

“When did Wednesday get a date?” I furrowed my brow.

“Yeah, apparently she’s going with that normie Tyler.”

“Well,” I swallowed, “It’s good she’s putting herself out there.”

Xavier was silent for a bit, the only noise came from his pencil against the paper and me flipping to a new chapter.

“So, if you don’t have a date, maybe we could go together?”

I looked up at him confused and put my bookmark in between the pages of my book. 

“I mean I asked Wednesday, but she said no-”

“So I’m your last resort?” I didn’t want to believe it, but his comment about her having a date made me uneasy.

Xavier’s eyes widened, “What? No.”

“That seems to be the only reason you’re asking me right now.”

Xavier ran a hand over his face, “No, (Y/n) I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then tell me what you meant, because you’re making a point to remind me how I don’t have a date, are you expecting me to be grateful for your invitation?”

“No, I just thought it might be fun if we went together as friends-”

Friends.

I scoffed, shoving my book into my bag and grabbing my tray of food from the table, “I already have an offer, and besides I’d rather go alone than be your last resort date anyways.”

Xavier sat silently as I walked away. 

I tracked down Ajax in the hallway, handing him the note back with the “yes” box checked.

“Oh,” he said, reading over the note, “I’m so sorry (Y/n), but I asked Alexa and she said yes.”

I sighed before giving him a smile, “That’s alright, I hope you guys have a good time.”

So that’s how I ended up here, sitting in my room instead of going to the Rave’n. Honestly, this head cold couldn’t have come at a better time. I showed up to the dress shop with Enid sneezing my head off and by the next morning, I was running a fever. 

I let myself stay in bed all day while I pumped myself full of orange juice, saltine crackers, and cold medicine. 

Enid came to check on me and brought by some delicious soup for me to have that evening before she skipped off to go get ready for the dance. 

I went back and forth between napping and reading. Letting myself get lost in either the comfort of my dreams or the lives of the characters in the story. Around 10 PM a loud knock came from my door.

I didn’t want to get up, as my bed was quit cozy, however the longer I lay there the stronger the knock was.

“Coming,” I groaned as I unraveled myself from the sheets. A familiar sight met me, Xavier standing in front of my door, but this time covered in red.

I let out a scream. 

“Shhhh! No (Y/n)- it’s paint. It’s not blood-” he went to put his hand on my shoulder but pulled back.

“Wh- what are you doing here? You should be at the dance and why are you covered-”

“Can I please come in,” he said. 

The look on his face was meek, his eyes wouldn’t meet mine and it looked like he had been crying. I glanced down the hallway to see if any monitors were on patrol before pulling him into my room.

“Take those off. You can use my shower.”

“But I won’t have anything to wear-”

 I cut him off by pulling one of his old t-shirts from my hamper. He gave me a knowing look, “Stop. You asked me to get the paint stains out of it before you ghosted me for your ex, remember?”

His eyes drifted back to the floor, and for a second he looked ashamed.

“Just go get in the shower. Towels are in the cabinet under the sink.”

I dumped my laundry hamper out onto my bed, setting it back down beside the bathroom door. He stripped carefully so as to not shake any of the red liquid onto the floor and carefully tossed the clothes into the basket. The white suit would be a pain to wash really, but I shook that thought from my mind as I laid back down.

I must’ve dozed off but woke suddenly when I felt the bed dip.

“I don’t remember inviting you to lie down.”

“You didn’t.”

I scoffed, “You’re an ass you know that?” 

Xavier went to respond but was cut off as a sneeze shook my body, which in turn triggered a coughing fit that had me sitting up so I could breathe.

“Are you sick?”

I rolled my eyes as the coughs finally subsided, “No shit.”

“I’m- I’m so sorry. Here I am feeling sorry for myself-”

“You’re always feeling sorry for yourself,” I said, reaching for a tissue on my nightstand, “And here I am, still trying to take care of you first.”

Xavier sighed, “I know. You’re a good person. I’m sorry I don’t express how grateful I am that you put up with my shit.”

I shrugged.

“Don’t do that,” he sighed.

“What?”

“Don’t shut me out like that now,” he said, he scooted over to pull me into him, “Can it be my turn? To take care of you first?”

“I don’t know.”

“Please, I will I promise. I never repaid you for being here for me when me and Bianca ended things.”

“I didn’t expect you to,” I sniffled.

“Then let me do it now.”

I sighed, nodding into his shoulder as he tugged me closer to him again. 

Part of me knew this wouldn’t last long, as he’d be back at Wednesday’s heel by tomorrow, but part of me told the other to shut up and just enjoy the time I had with him now.

And another part of me hopes this lasts forever.

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[wednesday-woeful-addams]

Woeful Reckoning 1/5

Summary: Wednesday decided to teach Vincent Thorpe a lesson.

Note: A sort of second part to my other fic, Woeful comfort. Give it a read if you like. Though this can be read without it.

I'll link the other parts to this in the Masterlist as I write them.

Ao3

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It was an ordinary Tuesday morning when Wednesday made her decision.

There was only so much of sad puppy Xavier she could take.

She was going to contact Vincent Thrope.

How she was going to contact Vincent Thorpe, she wasn't sure, but she was definitely going to contact him. What she was going to do once she contacted him, she wasn't sure of that either. But she would think of something, something painful. She was Wednesday Addams, after all.

She went to Bianca first, citing some research. She was sure the siren was seeing right through her, but Bianca kept any comments to herself over their newfound truce and semi-friendship. Bianca didn't have a number or anything of the sort, but she did have information.

"Xavier was pretty sure there was someone in school keeping an eye on him for his dad. Nothing stalker-like or anything," she assured Wednesday, "But you know how your parents sent Thing. His dad always knew what had been going on around him whenever he went home for a break but never had to ask Xavier about it,"

The girl paused.

"Honestly, I think their relationship would be better if Vincent Thorpe could just hear all this stuff from his son himself instead of going through the trouble of hearing it from other people,"

Hmm. Wednesday would have scoffed. The man could easily be trying to control his son, but Bianca was not an idiot. She had known and known of both Thorpes' longer, and Wednesday knew it would be wise to consider her opinions.

"Thank you, Bianca," She had found it was much easier if you acknowledged the aid of your allies.

The siren smirked, "Yeah. Sure. Remember we have fencing practice later. I know how you get lost in your little investigations,"

Wednesday rolled her eyes but nodded. She had come to enjoy their spars.

Bianca smiled, a little on the side of bloodthirsty, "Good luck. Give him hell,"

Wednesday smiled to herself. Oh, she intended to.

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If Wednesday wanted to narrow down who could give Vincent Thorpe information, she would need to know more about the man. Was he the kind of person to blackmail someone, would he pay someone or was there someone here who would do it out of loyalty?

The pictures in the nightshade library had shown one with a lanky brown-headed boy in a suit standing with two girls. One was in a short but classy green dress, blonde hair pinned up nicely, the other looking a bit older, long black dress and long black hair, bright red lipstick to make everything pop. The black-haired girl had arms around the other two.

Morticia Frump with underclassmen mentees Kate Laslow and Vincent Thorpe was the inscription right under the photo. Her mother, Rowan's mother and Xavier's father. All psychics, the most powerful psychics of their school years, to be exact. They had obviously known each other well if the implications of the photo were to be believed.

Mentees. Interesting.

Later in the same day, she had a call with her parents using the crystal ball. Once the usual unpleasantries had been exchanged and they had said all they could about their week, she requested that she be left alone with her mother.

Her father and brothers had happily left them to it.

"What can I do for you, Dear?"

"I saw a picture in the nightshades library. You are with two other psychics. Mentees?"

Morticia smiled a bit, a wistful smile on her face.

"Ah yes, the two of them were Kate and Vinnie, quite a handful too,"

"I didn't realize there was any sort of mentorship program in the school,"

Her mother nodded. "Not anymore, I suppose. The nightshades were in charge of some subtle matching, and even then, it wasn't done a lot. Only when necessary. In this case, Kate and Vinnie accidentally bonded themselves to each other. It sometimes happens when two people become each other's support,"

"But aren't psychic bonds normal?" Wednesday knew that much

"Temporary bonds for convenience, yes, but permanent ones have to be between compatible psychics and have to be approved through a panel of their own peers. It's an unofficial but respected process. What happened with Kate and Vincent was detrimental to both of them, and they needed a forced break. It was bad for both, so they thought having another psychic guide and support would make it easier. I regret that I couldn't help Kate as much as I wish I had, but Vincent was very receptive. We even had a temporary bond for some time,"

Her mother had bonded with Xavier's father. Interesting.

"So he was your friend?" she asked.

Morticia smiled, though there seemed to be a tinge of sadness, "Yes. It has been a long time since I've called him that, though,"

"Foolish of him to let go of important friendships," she said

Wednesday could see that her mother was grateful for the statement but didn't say anything. Wednesday appreciated that.

"It wasn't like that," assured her mother, "We merely grew apart as many do. He is just one I regret allowing to fracture. Vincent Thorpe was friendly with everybody but very loyal to the circle he kept close,"

Interesting.

"Thank you for the information, Mother,"

"Not a problem," said her mother, "And Wednesday?"

"Yes, Mother,"

"Don't permanently harm him, okay? The man had potential,"

Wednesday considered her mother, "I will take that under advisement,"

"Goodbye, Darling,"

With a flick of light, the crystal ball returned to its original opaque state.

Wednesday turned to Thing. "Did you get all that?"

Think drummed his fingers on a notepad before giving her a thumbs up.

"Good job," she told him, "Now, I have to sift through everyone that has access to Xavier's day and the people that could be reporting to Vincent and see if there's any overlap.

Blackmail was out. It was rarely effective in the long run, and her mother made Vincent Thorpe seem like a smart man. He could be paying somebody off, but it was likely that it had to be someone Vincent trusted, even if there was some payment or favours. Somebody who wouldn't turn on him if the deal stopped.

"Time for some digging," she told Thing

Thing tapped his fingers and quickly signed.

"Really, Thing. Don't be ridiculous. Of course, I want to do it now,"

More signing.

"So? That's never stopped me before, and also, what else am I supposed to do, huh? I do not take breaks and certainly do not social-"

Wednesday's phone pinged. She picked it up.

"Xavier," she said out loud.

Thing started to say something, but Wednesday pointed a threatening finger at him, "Not a word,"

The appendage held his fingers up in surrender, but she could tell he was still laughing at her.

X: Wanna come to the shed? I'm gonna try to control a drawing. Thought you might wanna see.

Thing perked up.

"Not. A. Word," she told him severely.

Wednesday contemplated it. It was almost dark out. If she went out at this time to investigate anything, Enid would most likely make a fuss. The other girl had been oddly protective since what happened the last term. And Wednesday didn't want to lie to her.

Not to mention, no matter how much she didn't want to admit it, Wednesday was a bit invested in Xavier's progress.

W: I will be there soon. Leaving my room now.

The response was instant. A thumbs up with a happy face.

Thing did his version of a happy dance. Wednesday threw a knife at him.

xxx

Wednesday chose not to knock when she got to the shed, opting to walk in as was her habit. She found Xavier standing in front of a flock of black-coloured birds. At first, she thought he might have been drawing more ravens, but at closer inspection, she realized that it was a murder of crows, all overlapping each other as they flew towards an unknown destination.

"It's very chaotic," she said in greeting.

Xavier spun around from where he had been looking at the painting, facing her with a huge smile on his face, "You came!"

Wednesday raised an eyebrow. "I did say I would, didn't I?"

Xavier chuckled, fingers twisting around each other. "Right,"

Wednesday took in his stance, the twisted hands, the way his eyes flicked between the painting and her. So, he was nervous. Interesting.

"So, you like it?" Xavier asked, gesturing to the painting behind him. Wednesday took another look at the painting. There were at least twelve individual crows, their feather overlapping each other as they flew upwards, feathers falling everywhere. As was the case with most of Xavier's paintings, this one also made the birds look very life-like and realistic, as if they could start moving any second. The background was a splash of blue, likely to represent the sky.

"It is something," she told him

"Right,"

There was a bit of silence.

"Are you doing this outside, then?" said Wednesday

Xavier shook himself like he was coming out of a stupor, "Oh-uh-yeah, yeah, of course,"

They carried the painting out of the shed and carefully laid it on the ground. Wednesday took a step back while Xavier stayed next to the painting. He gave her a quick glance and a nervous smile, "Here goes nothing,"

Xavier crouches down to hover his hands over the painting, slowly, the surface starts to ripple. One by one, the crows start to take flight. They circle above their heads first in a circular pattern but then eventually in an infinity sign. For about two minutes, Wednesday admires how Xavier controls the birds. It only lasts a few minutes, though, as the artists lose control of the birds. One breaks away, and Wednesday sees Xavier straining to get it back into formation.

It didn't work.

Instead, the birds started crashing into each other, raining down feathers and eventually fizzling out the way that spider had done when Wednesday had smashed it. Xavier brought the birds back down to the painting, but only two made it back. The others had already disintegrated.

Xavier's shoulders slumped down, and he sighed as he stood up. "Well, that could have gone better,"

Wednesday stepped up to the space beside him, "This was your first time trying something of this callibre, was it not?"

"Yeah,"

"Then you can hardly judge yourself,"

"Right," he was still staring at the painting with sad eyes. Wednesday wanted to wipe the look away, but how? Wednesday was still not the best at comforting people but she tried her best.

"Maybe, you could try with fewer birds first," she said

Xavier sighed, "Yeah. Maybe."

Wednesday frowned, "Xavier, even I know things take time. It took years for my writing-"

"Well, I don't have a year," he bit out, suddenly looking a lot more frustrated, "I don't have the time to-"

As quick as the anger had come, it disappeared. He wiped a hand down his face and turned towards her, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. I'm just frustrated,"

"Xavier, what did you mean you didn't have time?" she asked him, "Is there...something wrong?" She tried not to let the worry show through, but she must not have done a good job.

"Oh no, no, no, no," said Xavier, giving the painting a sad look again, "Nothing like that. I just- I just really wanted to get this right,"

"Okay," she said, looking at him closely for any signs that he was trying to deceive her. She found none, "Do you want me to help you take it inside?"

Xavier gave her a tight smile, "No, that's alright. If you don't mind, I think I would like to be alone,"

"Okay, good night then," said Wednesday, turning and walking away before he could respond. When she was a couple of feet away, she looked back to see Xavier still standing at the painting, looking down with a forlorn look on his face.

Wednesday spent the rest of her night wondering what the hell had happened.

xxx

Wednesday was once again in the nightshades library, going through old photographs, trying to compile a list of people and compare it to the people around Xavier. Unfortunately, she was having very little luck. The art teacher, the librarian and the Dorm Dad would be the people that had the most contact with Xavier. The Dorm Dad had only been here for a couple of years and didn't seem to have any connection to Vincent. The art teacher seemed to treat Xavier like any other student, albeit a talented student. The librarian was a far stretch, to begin with.

Maybe Bianca had been wrong. Disappointing but not too surprising. She had been emotionally involved with Xavier during the time of their discussion. It would have influenced her opinions and feelings on the matter.

Wednesday sighed and started to look through the various pictures one more time. She had taken this much time getting them together. She might as well take another look. As she was flipping through the photos, she spotted what looked like a Nightshade 'class' photo. A face there caught her eye. A familiar face.

Following her gut, she looked around for a few more pictures. Sure enough, Gina Gonzalez had been a new student in Vincent's year. There was also a picture of her with another group labelled 'Fangs'

Fangs...Vampires!

What had Enid said? Some of them stayed there for decades. Of course! A student would have access. Now, Gina Gonzalez was still around and probably could be giving Vincent information, but Wednesday was hedging her bet on Sean Orlov. He was in the same hall as Xavier, and while he had started out a few years before her parents, he had obviously still been pretty close with them during his nightshade days.

Still, after the whole Tyler and Xavier fiasco, Wednesday wanted to be sure before she went ahead.

Frist, more ifnormation.

Second, snooping.

Wednesday found Yoko at dinner, sitting with some of the nightshades instead of the rest of the 'Fangs.' Some of the older vampires like to mingle amongst those their own age. Convenient for Wednesday. Xavier seemed to be missing as well, which, while a bit concerning after the last day's events, would also be beneficial to her.

"I have a question?" she said in lieu of a greeting.

"That's never ended well for anybody," said Divina, munching on the last of her meal, "Whatever you're going, I want no part,"

"The question is for Yoko,"

"In that case," Divina said while standing up, "I'm out. Good luck with whatever it is. If you burn the school down, give us a warning first, yeah?"

Wednesday rolled her eyes and waved the girl away, setting her yes back on the vampire.

Yoko sighed and shrugged, "Sure, ask away. This isn't another murder investigation, is it?"

"Nothing like that," said Wednesday as Bianca gave her a knowing look. She ignored it. "Enid mentioned vampires sometimes stay at this school for decades at a time. I was wondering why and what the criteria for their graduating are?"

"Oh," Yoko visibly brightened, probably glad it wasn't anything gory and bloody. Odd for a vampire, but Wednesday would take the cooperation. Yoko seemed to be very enthusiastic about talking about her species.

"Well, I'm sure you already know how biology and ageing work,"

"Of course," said Wednesday. It was all simple, really. Born vampires, on average, lived for 400 years, their females having the ability to have children up until the age of 100. The slow blood circulation and anemia made it difficult for female vampires to carry too many children, which was the only reason the world wasn't overrun by them. Turned vampires didn't age, couldn't procreate and had half the life span of born Vampires, dying off when their organs finally shut down due to the lack of pumping blood. Most turned vampires preferred assisted suicide as soon as the dying process started. It was known to be painful and could last for a few years. Not that there were many turned vampires, to begin with. The turning process was complicated and often left the participant dead instead of turned.

"Most vampire clans send their young vampires to school until they are mature enough to participate in another clan fully. Clan members are expected to stay, marry and procreate if they want to within the clan they choose, to give their loyalty irrevocably, so the decision to enter a clan at maturity is not made lightly. Between school years, we spend time visiting allies of the clans our parents belong to. Only the eldest child usually stays with the parent clan. The rare vampires that were turned young enough to fit in at school usually stay for five to six years before returning to the clan that turned them,"

"What about you then?" said Wednesday, out of curiosity more than anything else. Recently she had found herself more curious about her classmates.

Yoko smiled, "Oh me, I'm an only child. I get to stay. Most vampires who know which clan they will join stay for about fifteen years, as I will. Other people stay longer. The average is usually twenty to twenty-five years,"

"Who are the oldest ones here right now?" Wednesday knew the answer, but it was probably a good way to get Yoko to talk about her marks.

"Oh, that's Sean Orlav. He's been here almost forty years. After that, probably Jessie Maine and those few from her first high school cycle that are still left,"

Those would have been the 'Fangs' Gina was a part of.

"Why has Sean been here so long?"

"He wanted to start his own clan. It's a pretty difficult thing to do. You have to find allies to support you, rich outcasts to sponsor you. It takes longer to be ready. I believe he, Gina Gonzalez and the turned-vampire Deeksha Reddy are planning to head one after they graduate with our class,"

Interesting.

"Would sponsors include celebrities, even if they're not vampires?" asked Bianca, almost like she took the question right from the tip of Wednesday's tongue.

"Sure, of course, they're actually the best since they have a lot of connections,"

Vincent Thorpe was a celebrity with connections.

Yoko quickly looked at her phone and grinned before looking at them again, "Do you need anything else, if not I have a meet-up with some other vampire students,"

Wednesday shook her head, "No," she hesitated and then added, "Thank you,"

"Aaaaand that almost sounded natural. I'm impressed," said Yoko, as she stood up, "I would ask what this was about, but like Divina, I don't really wanna know. Bye!"

Once Yoko was out of earshot, Bianca turned to Wednesday, "You don't think..."

"It does make sense, doesn't it?"

"I guess so," said Bianca nodding, "Just make sure he's doing something truly reprehensible before you get him expelled, yeah? He's obviously worked hard to get to where he is,"

Wednesday merely nodded before leaving the table.

xxx

Wednesday sent out Thing first, and he came back with Sean's computer password in hand. Once she knew the room would be empty, Wednesday snuck in, leaving Thing as her lookout. She logged in as quickly as she could. It wasn't hard to find something from there. The app for Sean's emails was on his desktop and not password-protected. It was obvious he didn't think he would get caught or even that he was doing anything wrong.

After a quick read-through, she could see why. The emails were conspicuous, merely stating day-to-day life on campus. Occasionally, a more important tidbit of information would slip through but especially in the emails of the last year. Still, otherwise, most of them were about class behaviour and how Xavier seemed during meals, etcetera.

It seemed Bianca had been right. It was everything Vincent could find out if he took the time actually to contact his son instead of waiting for something important to come through the emails. A recent email even discussed Vincen't support for Sean's future clan.

Wednesday came upon a few emails mentioning herself and Xavier's incarceration. Apparently, Sean had not been too impressed by Vincent's lack of presence in Jericho at the time.

Interesting.

Despite Sean's future hinging on Vincent's support, it seemed that he was comfortable telling the man off. The language was quite vicious, even by Wednesday's own standards. Maybe she should take notes.

Vincent didn't respond to that email, but they must have resolved the issue somehow because, at the start of this semester, the emails started up again. They even mentioned his excessive trips to the shed.

Another thing Wednesday noticed was that unless something big had happened, like Xavier saving her from a gargoyle, Sean did not divulge information on his own. Vincent seemed to be sending emails at the end of every week, a few lines long, asking for an update. The agreement seemed casual instead of set in stone, probably Sean trying to keep his old friend close.

And as Bianca had suggested, not malicious.

Maybe Wednesday would spare Sean. To be safe, Wednesday took out a USB and downloaded and copied all the emails for future reading. After that was done, she erased all the evidence.

Sean did not seem like the kind of person to look too hard through his computer's memory.

As they stepped out, Thing asked how the heist had gone.

Wednesday gave the appendage one of her rare smiles, "Well. I'm getting closer,"

xxx

Xavier and her are once again partnered for a project. Which, really, was unfair. To everybody else, that is. They were both good students, on top of their classes, along with Bianca and a few of the older vampires, but Wednesday didn't count them.

The research for the project was done, and they had a very good draft. All that was done was to edit and correct any mistakes, and they still had a week to go. They had decided to take this time to work on other things instead. Wednesday was working on a short comedy, trying to diversify her writing skills while Xavier drew a...

...Another crow, it seemed.

"Why a crow?"

Xavier startled, pencil almost slipping, but he caught himself. "What?"

"The crow?"

Xavier tried to avoid her gaze, but she stared at him until he sighed.

"It reminds me of my dad, okay?"

Wednesday studied the picture. Last semester, he had been drawing a raven, drawing her. But as soon as she had been out of danger and they had reconciled properly, the connection had fizzled. He still drew the bird but not with the same obsession.

Now it was the crow.

Vincent Thorpe was a crow.

Interesting.

In response to Xavier, she merely said, "Makes sense." Even though it didn't.

Xavier wasn't a psychic or a seer like many had first thought. He was a soul walker. When he was asleep, he could walk into souls and minds and see intent and memories.

Turns out their therapist had been a target instead of a random attack.

All that did explain his obsession with raven last semester. The Hyde and Wednesday had posed the most influence over his life, and since he couldn't control his powers, he had been drawn to them in his sleeping hours. It did not explain why he was drawing his father.

But Xavier was obviously in no mood to explain, and Wednesday found that she did not want to push him.

She'd find out eventually.

xxx

Later that night, she went to her room to find Enid staring at her 'Thorpe' board.

"You know, Wednesday, there are easier ways to deal with a crush," she said, waving at the board, "Not that it isn't really beautifully done or anything. I appreciate the lack of blood, at least,"

Wednesday rolled her eyes, entirely ignoring the crush comment.

"I'm going to teach Vincent Thorpe a lesson," she told her best friend, though she would never call her that out loud.

To her mild surprise, the werewolf's smile got wider, "Oh yeah! Count me in! Is there anything I can do?"

Wednesday let the right side of her lips twitch up as the gears in her head turned, "You know what, Enid? I think I might have something for you to do. Just give me some time to get everything together,"

If Wednesday were a less resilient person, Enid's answering squeal would have made her cover her ears. As it was, she merely rolled her eyes again.

xxx

On Sunday, Wednesday was once again required to make a call back home through the crystal ball. This time she requested Mother Addams at the end of the call. Her grandmother smiled, showing off her crooked teeth.

"What can I do for my little witchling?"

"I want to give someone nightmares," she said, to the point

"Ah well, there are quite a few options that can work, even without the full powers of a witch, or I could send you some more powerful ones,"

"The person in question is not near me. I could not give them a potion,"

This gave her grandmother a pause. The older woman narrowed her eyes.

"Does this have anything to do with you asking your mother about Vincent Thorpe last week?"

Wednesday swallowed as her grandma gave her an assessing look. Despite a crystal ball between them, it felt like she was looking through Wednesday's soul. Though, in all fairness, there was a good chance she was. Mother Addams was one of the most powerful witches around. It was easy to forget that sometimes with her silly demeanour.

"Maybe,"

"Hmm," said the older woman, "I will send you some instructions on sending nightmares through the astral plane. As long as that is all you do, it should be fine. Be careful; you've not practiced before,"

Wednesday nodded, though she had no intention of following the instruction. She would take whatever punishment the old witch would doll out.

"I knew him, you know," she said, "Used to Call him Vinnie,"

"Oh?" she hadn't known that. Mother hadn't mentioned it. Though it made sense that her parents would share friends.

"Oh yes," she said, "He had stayed over one summer. Deathly afraid of spiders, that one." Wednesday could practically feel the glee coming off her grandmother, despite being miles away, "Nearly screamed himself silly once when he reached under the bed. Had to give him a room without the little critters,"

Wednesday matched her grandma's smile.

"Good to know,"

"Have a terrible night, my little witchling,"

"Sweet Nightmares, Grandmother,"

xxx

Before the weekend ended, Wednesday took another look around the nightshades quarters. She wanted to make sure she had not missed anything. As she looked tough some older things, she came upon what seemed like a time capsule.

She was looking through the odds and ends when she felt herself fall into a vision.

A small but brightly decorated room.

A young boy.

Moving pictures. Butterflies.

"Again, Papa!"

"Sure, son. One more time,"

Interesting.

xxx

Wednesday was in the bee shed with Eugene when she got another text from Xavier.

X: Hey, I'm gonna try again. Do you wanna be here?

Wednesday furrowed her brow. She did want to be there, if not for any other reason than that Xaiver had seemed fragile the last time he had tried to expand his powers. Also, unlike her, it seemed people didn't really come out and ask if they wanted others there. This was obviously Xavier saying he wanted her there; she knew him that much by now. He wouldn't have texted at all otherwise.

But she had also made a commitment to the hummers. She didn't like reneging on those.

Eugene must have seen something on her face because he gave her a grin reminiscent of Pugsley when he had found out about the cell phone.

"Xavier?" he asked

Wednesday nodded.

"Go ahead," he told her, "We're almost done here; I don't mind,"

"Are you sure, Eugene,"

Eugene nodded, "'Cuorse. You're probably better off there. We've all noticed him moping,"

So she wasn't the only one noticing his demeanour. Concerning. She was more observant than the average. If other people were noticing too, maybe the problem was more serious.

She thanked him and left for Xavier's shed.

xxx

Xavier stared at the phone. No answer.

He shouldn't let himself think about it too deeply. Wednesday usually answered her texts instantaneously if her phone was on her. However, she had a habit of leaving her phone if she wanted to be focused on something and then not picking it back up for hours at a time. She could just be busy with something. It didn't mean anything.

Xavier knew it was stupid to rely on someone else's presence like this, but for some reason, he really felt like doing this with her. It's not like she was his only friend. Ajax had spent many a night listening to him rant. Bianca had also become one of his main support systems since they had resolved their breakup. Most of the nightshades were close friends and would love to be there for him.

However, there was something about his and Wednesday's connection that made him want her here for this. Maybe it's cause she understood his powers in a way that his other friends didn't, or maybe it was her no-nonsense. Either way, he was not acting like a pathetic little-

His thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. Wednesday stepped inside, careful to shake off the mud.

"You didn't text back," he blurted out.

Wednesday raised an eyebrow. "You know how I am with those things,"

"Right," he said, feeling foolish all over again, "Of course,"

Wednesday looked him up and down, gaze assessing. A few months ago, he might have shrunk away from it. Now, he didn't mind her scrutinization, welcomed it even. It felt like being cared for by her.

"Are you still trying the painting," she said eventually, probably choosing not to comment on anything else she had seen on him.

"Yes," he said, as he moved towards the painting he had set down. "Thanks for coming,"

She nodded and opened the door so he could carry the painting out. Once there were in a clear area, he gestured for the girl to sit down with him. He set the painting down in front of them.

"I took your suggestion and only painted one crow this time," he told her. The disappointment of the first time had stung, but after it had passed, Xavier had taken her advice into consideration. He'd gone back to basics and done smaller birds doing small tasks. He was now confident he was ready to show her the start of his bigger plan.

Wednesday gestured for him to continue, so he put his hand over the bird until it hopped out of the canvas. He let it hover in place for a little bit and then sent it to the nearest tree branch. There he compelled it to pluck a leaf and then come back down. The crow landed in front of Wednesday and looked up at her with beady eyes. She held out his hand, and it hopped up there.

Xavier was so engrossed in his success that it took him a moment to notice the softened look on Wednesday's face. Once he did, he almost lost connection with the bird. Almost.

The crow put the leaf into Wednesday's hand and, per Xavier's silent instructions, hopped back into the canvas. For a few moments, they both sat in silence.

"Can I ask you something?" she said, finally breaking the silence.

"Sure," he told her, not minding the lack of comment on the performance. He'd seen her clearly slip the leaf into her bag.

"Why is this so important to you," she said, "I know we're all here to advance our powers, but you seem very intent on this, not to mention that little outburst last week,"

Xavier winced, "Yeah, that wasn't my best moment,"

"I don't mind. I've certainly had my bad moments. One of them landed you in jail. I'm just curious. I wouldn't mind knowing why I keep getting dragged out here,"

Xavier chuckled. He could probably tell her. She might think he was a little pathetic, but hey, she thought that about everybody. Overall, she seemed a lot more tolerant of his patheticness. Enid and Thing always told him it was a sign of her affection.

"You know how my dad didn't show up when I was in jail,"

Wednesday pursed her lips and nodded, her eyes a little dark. He didn't blame her. The whole thing still hurt, even though he knew his dad had had his reasons.

"Turns out he really couldn't be here. He was with clients, doing deep psychic/astral things for them. He basically puts himself in a coma for those. I'm sure you know more about how those work,"

She nodded.

"Anyway, he didn't even realize what was going on. His assistant was the one who sent the lawyer. After he came to, it took him a few days to adjust enough to travel back to the states. Remember how he got here two days after the who Crackstone situation?"

Wednesday nodded again.

"He tried to explain. I didn't want to listen. We got into a fight that pretty much lasted until we got home. After that, I guess he felt guilty cause he started being around a lot more. Cancelled a lot of his foreign appointments, took me along with to a couple of the ones in the country,"

It had been odd. He had never been taken along to his father's work. It had been a long time since they had spent doing much together. They were usually only together for holidays and summer break. Holidays always went by too quickly, filled with parties, while summer break consisted of them only seeing each other at breakfast, dinner and both their birthdays. The change this break had been a treat, and like the fool he was, he'd gotten attached to the idea of all of it, even though he'd probably be disappointed again. It would probably stop once the guilt did.

"I decided to do this for his birthday. Do a show of a bunch of crows,"

He let out a little self-deprecating laugh, "It's probably stupid, I know and a little pathetic but it feels-"

Xavier was startled into silence as a small hand slipped into his and squeezed gently. He looked up, shocked to see her looking at him with the kindest look he had seen on her face.

"I'm not good at this," she said matter of factly

"Wednesday it's not- you don't have to-"

Wednesday silenced him with another squeeze of her hand.

"First, it's not pathetic. You're not afraid to take a chance after being disappointed. It's a little insane, but the brave kind. It's the kind of insanity I can admire,"

Xavier chuckled and squeezed her hand back.

"Oh, is it?" he said as a soft warmth bloomed into his chest. For all her talk about not understanding emotion, she had sure gotten good at making him feel better. Or maybe her blunt way worked for him. Either way, he was grateful.

"Second, I think he will appreciate it,"

"Yeah?"

"Yes," she said and then after a moment, "If he doesn't, I will clip his little black wings," the delivery was done in the most deadpan way possible, even for her.

Xavier's laughter echoed through the trees.

xxx

Vincent would appreciate his son's gift.

Wednesday would make sure he appreciated his son's gift.

xxx

Miles away, Vincent Thorpe felt a chill go down his spine. It reminded him oddly of Mother Addams.

Good Devil in Hell, he hoped he hadn't pissed her off.

Unbeknown to him, he should have been worried about the witchling instead of the witch.

[templeofbones]

Finally finished Wednesday, now I desperately need a fic of Wednesday finally breaking down(mentally) and the others helping her. I need hurt/comfort DESPERATELY.

[jerefishvr]

ajax smut pls

ajax going down on reader while xavier’s in the same room, sleeping.😩😩 maybe they’re fucking afterwards & in the morning xavier says „i need to buy soundproof headphones“

— on display ☆

— ajax petropolus x fem!reader

warnings : oral ( f receiving ) , biting kink , hair pulling, scratching

— summary : in which , you have to keep your mouth shut in order to get your needs satisfied.

a/n : guys you should read my a/ns at the end of my smuts cuz im telling y'all my FEELS smh, i always have the best drama

your mouth hung open, yet nothing coming out of it, nothing but a small string of gasps and whines as you couldn't risk moaning in the position you were currently in.

Ajax was devouring you like you were his last meal. sucking and licking on your clit while looking you in your doe-like eyes. He swore you never looked prettier. Your flushed and tear stained cheeks, your pretty orbs looking into his own while your pretty thighs locked around his head and grinded on his beautifully sculpted god like face.

You forgot about Xavier being in the same room as you guys as your pleasure was taking all over your senses. Your eyes scanned the room quickly and there was Xavier ,s leeping peacefully on the other side of the room on his, quite comforting mattress without having any idea what was unwrapping in front of him.

your hands grasped the bedsheets, clenching your eyes shut while biting your lip to keep your moans from escaping your red lips. Ajax wouldn't stop until he had you shaking under his hold.

you came with a cry of his name while trying to catch your breath, but before you could even do that, Ajax was once again spreading your legs open.

"Are you ready angel?" he asked. Voice filled with concern, he didn't want to hurt you or do anything without your permission. You smiled at that and nodded but your smile was quickly replaced into an "O" as he entered you.

The warmth of your walls relaxing him,his eyes rolling back and your pussy pulsing against him. He regained his control and slowly started building up the pace.

Soon enough, he was fucking you into the mattress. Driving you by your hips closer to him, you couldn't not moan at that. He felt like heaven, and he knew that.

Your nails scratching his back as to keep a hold of something so you can balance your self as he stretched your insides. The groan he let at that had you clenching around him, making him go faster and harder.

Neither of you stopped chanting each other's name as he suddenly bit down at your neck as a way to shush himself from his embarrassing loud whines. You gasped and cried out, wanting more.

He pulled your hair and forced you to look at him as he ruined you and your innocence. "Look at me when i fuck you" he moaned and felt your walls getting tighter, driving his cock even deeper into you.

"M' close, m' so close, fuc-" was all you could say before cumming embarrassingly loud on his cock as he fucked you through your high while he came inside of you.

He flopped down to the bed next to you and looked at you before you guys started laughing, thinking you were slick and succeeded at not waking Xavier up.

The next morning, you went to meet your friends and as you came, you heard Xavier talking about how bad he slept last night cause of you and Ajax.

"Shit, dude, i barely slept. I need to buy soundproof headphones immediately if they continue jumping each other's bones everytime they see each other" Xavier said in an annoyed whine as he complained while the others just laughed as Ajax slapped his shoulder.

"oh my god shut up Thorpe, you're just mad you don't get any bitches" Ajax said before running away from him, making the whole group laugh at his antics.

"I GET BITCHES! OKAY?" Xavier screamed at the boy before chasing the other boy all around the academy.

You walked up to the rest of the group, acting like you just got there and asked them what was all this fuss about. Yoko smirked and playfully placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Oh my, my, poor Y/n, really?? Ajax??.." Yoko said in a teasing tone while laughing.

"Oh shut up!" You blushed and crossed your arms.

a/n : ew wtf was this,, anyways. My crush stopped liking me back and we fought lowkey but we made up and went to a christmas luna park thingie and she gave me a ring of hers and told me she made me one and she'd give it to me if she wasn't running late. And she also kept hugging me and holding my hand cause she saw i wasn't hugging her or anything cuz i didn't wanna make her uncomfortable. ALSO SHE PUT HER LEG OVER MINE AS TO PREVENT ME FROM SLIDING FROM A RIDE?? But yeah today she went out with a boy whom i met her to like 2 days ago and they didn't even invite me lol she also ignores me to text him gonna scream, SUFFOCATE, RIP OUT MY HAIR, SOB, BANG MY HEAD VIOLENTLY AGAINST A WALL.

[eufezco]

LOVER – XAVIER THORPE x READER

MAJOR WEDNESDAY SPOILERS !!

SUMMARY – You go to Xavier for comfort.

Xavier knew something was wrong when he discovered that you were the person knocking at his door, chewing at your lower lip, and looking so close to tears. Since you started dating Tyler Galpin, you stopped visiting Xavier at that time of the night. He understood that your those encounters could no longer happen now that you had a boyfriend. What you and Xavier had was already a thing of the past. You were still friends, even though Xavier didn't like Tyler and your boyfriend tried to apologize to him, there was only one thing Tyler could do to get Xavier's forgiveness and that was giving back what once was his.

"What happened?" Xavier asked. Instead of answering his question, you jumped into his arms, and he had to take a few steps backwards to keep himself from falling.

Xavier quickly hugged you back. His arms squeezed you against his body just the way he knew you liked, tight enough to make you feel safe but still soft to not make it suffocating. Both of your hands were on his chest, covering your face as you sobbed in silence, while one of his caressed your back, and his other one was at the back of your head, doing the same thing with your hair.

"Okay, let's go." Xavier carefully pulled you away from him, holding your face in between his hands to make you look at him. His thumbs wiped the tears that rolled down your cheeks but it was useless because you couldn't stop crying. "Come here." He grabbed your hands with his and guided you to his bed. You sat next to each other but Xavier didn't let go of your hands. "Did something happen?"

Your bottom lip quivered before you told him that Wednesday finally found the identity of the Hyde. Xavier's eyes widened after you told him and he quickly understood why you knocked on his door crying. He hated Tyler, but he did not believe him capable of doing something like that to you. "I'm so sorry, y/n." Xavier put one hand over your shoulders and you rested your head on his chest. "You don't deserve this."

While you sobbed on your friend's chest, you couldn't help but feel stupid and regret every single moment you spent with Tyler. Xavier warned you about him and you didn't listen, yet he was there, not making you feel worse by saying "I told you", not closing his door at you for having been so naive, just comforting you and helping you to realize that it hadn't been your fault. You should've chosen Xavier, he had always been the right one.

Xavier wanted to kill him. At that moment he didn't care about how many people were killed by Tyler, Xavier only cared about the way he hurt you, about the way he lied to you. His jaw clenched thinking about how much you've loved Tyler, about the way your eyes shone every time you talked about him or after one of your dates, about how he played the nice guy around you but then was a true monster behind your back.

After what felt like forever, you were able to calm down and move away from Xavier. Your friend arched his eyebrows with concern. "How are you feeling? Any better?"

You nodded softly. Xavier knew you were lying.

"Look, I'm not letting him anywhere near you. You would never have to see him again, okay? It's over. Wednesday would go to the police, and everything will be over soon." You didn't know if Xavier's words were making you feel better or reminding you of how you fell for Tyler's lies.

Besides Xavier's soothing words, there was something else that could make you feel better. You stared at Xavier's lips, and when he noticed, he found himself with his eyes locked on your lips, thinking about how bad he had wished to have them so close to his again. He clenched his jaw, knowing this was wrong. You were having a breakdown. That wasn't a logical way of dealing with your problems but an emotional one that would not solve anything. An emotional response. Did that mean that that was what your heart was telling you to do, right? Not your brain, not what you were supposed to do but what you wanted to do. Xavier softly shook his head, he was overthinking this situation. This was wrong, you were not okay. "Y/n..." He called you while sighing against your lips right before you finally kissed him.

Oh, but your lips felt so good moving against his. They were wet and salty because of your tears and he could do nothing else but kiss you back. Quickly the kiss got more intense, your hands held both of his cheeks as his helped you to sit on his lap. Your hands moved to the back of his head and your fingers tugged his hair at the root. Once you pulled his hair, he gasped and finally realized what was going on.

"Y/n... We can't do this right now..." Xavier said while his hands went to grab your wrists. Your lips were still on his while he talked. "Y/n–"

"Please, I need it." You begged him as tears started rolling down your cheeks again, and how could he say no to you? Your eyes were red from all the crying you did, your cheeks were wet because of the tears, your bottom lip quivered softly but enough for Xavier to notice. He could feel your hands shaking under his grip. And if he was honest with himself, he had missed your kisses so bad. Not only your kisses but your giggling at his door after you dodged Thornhill, your hums and snuggles when he kissed your forehead at night, your hands braiding his hair... He missed what you two had before Tyler Galpin. He wished you had come back to him in other circumstances, but as you said, you needed it.

You needed Xavier.

Your lips ghosted over his, Xavier swallowed nervously. Your breathings were heavy, your lips half-open making it easy for them to mix. "Please, Xavier." You mumbled. Now it was Xavier the one that kissed you, holding your hips in place as your hands dug into his scalp again. This was exactly what you needed. When your lips were connected with Xavier, you weren't able to think about anything else besides how good it felt. And he didn't mind if you were doing that out of neediness or if you were just using him to forget about Tyler because as hard as he tried, he could never say no to you.

Xavier tucked your hair behind your ear after breaking away the kiss.

"Where's him now anyways?"

"I don't know, I think Wednesday is torturing him in your shack."

Xavier blinked slowly. "Wednesday is doing what?"

[leossmoonn]

All Along

masterlist

pairing - xavier thorpe x fem!reader

type - smut, fluff 16+

summary - coming to xavier for comfort, you get something else

warnings / includes - language, smut with plot!! (sorry not sorry) bsf to lovers, oblivious idiots in love, cheating, toxic relationship, semi soft sex, body worship, first time sex, unprotected sex (this is fiction, use protection in real life) alternate uni where xavier doesn’t like Wednesday (romantically)

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*gif isn’t mine*

You wrap your arms around yourself tighter, sniffling as you walk through the forest. The leaves crunch under your sneakers, branches snapping with each stomp you make. You walk as fast as you can, needing some relief after the horrible fight you’ve just had.

Another argument sparked with your boyfriend. Surprised? No. Hurt? Yes. Annoyingly, so. Each fight seems worse, and no matter how redundant the topics are, your boyfriend manages to say worse things each time. You’re always left sobbing and alone.

But tonight you decided to reach out to the person who always told you to come to him when you needed a friend. You were going to see how well he was going to keep his word.

You softly knock on his door, shivering in the chilly night. You put your ear up to his door, hearing silence. You purse your lips and look back, debating whether or not to go. He doesn’t need to be bothered at this time of night. Not when it’s over relationship drama.

You begin to turn around, but you stop as you hear the door unlock. You turn back around, seeing Xavier in his pajamas and navy blue shirt. His hair is tousled and tangled, sticking up every which way.

“Y/n? What’re you doing here?” he asks, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

You let out a shaky breath, about to start crying again. Just thinking about your argument made you shed tears. You didn’t know how you were going to be able to articulate it.

Xavier becomes more alert as he sees a few tears run down your cheeks. He softly but firmly grabs your hand, pulling you into his dorm. He pulls you into a hug, wrapping his long arms around your back. You melt into him, thankful for the warmth and the comfort. You begin to cry more into his chest, hiccuping and snotting all over his robe.

He rubs your back soothingly, presses a light kiss to the crown of your head. The hand that’s not rubbing your back cradles the back of your head, holding you ever closer. You two stay there for a few good minutes before you are ready to pull away and speak.

Your throat is scratchy and your eyes bloodshot. Streaks of tears seem to be imprinted on your face. Your lips are puffy and swollen, some snot drying from the corners of your nostrils. But Xavier notices none of that. He cups your face, wiping the remaining tears with his thumb. His brows are furrowed as he looks back forth between your eyes, trying to conjure up his own explanation of why you’re crying in his arms at 2:28 AM.

“Let’s sit down,” he says softly, his voice hoarse from just waking up. He leads you to his bed, wrapping a blanket around you to keep you warm. He interlocks hands with you, keeping them warm. “What did he say to you?”

“Same old shit,” you sigh. “Accusing me, blaming me, shit-talking me, making rumors up about me.”

Xavier sighs heavily. You see him roll his eyes out from the corner of your eye.

“Did he hurt you?” he asks. “I mean, yeah. I’m crying,” you chuckle sourly.

“Did he touch you?” he clarifies. “No,” you shake your head. “You know he’s not like that.”

“He’s still an asshole,” he mutters. “Definitely,” you nod. “First he tells his buddies that I’m great in bed, then he accuses me of cheating, again. I mean, if he’s going to accuse me of something, he could at least change it up. Like I killed someone, or something,” you scoff.

Xavier chuckles a little. You glance at him and half smile.

“He shouldn’t be going around telling anybody about your business,” he states.

“I know, and I’ve told him. And he always promises he’ll shut up, but the next day I’m the talk of the school again!” you exclaim, frustrated.

Xavier thinks back to what he’s heard his peers say about you behind your back. Over-sexualizing you to the point where it makes him sick to his stomach. He would be lying if he said he had never thought about you sexually, but only briefly. Mostly in passing when he notices the nice dress you might be wearing, or if his mind wanders too far when he’s about to go to sleep. But the comments he hears are vile and disgusting. And especially since they are from your boyfriend who is supposed to be respecting your boundaries.

“I hope you know that when I hear those comments, I try to shut them down,” Xavier says.

Your smile now is bigger than the one before. “Really?”

“Yep,” he nods proudly. “I almost punched a guy once,” he admits.

“I appreciate it,” you pat his hand. “But you don’t need to be playing hero for me. This is my issue. My problem. My relationship.”

“Just because it’s your relationship doesn’t mean you can’t have help,” Xavier states.

You nod slowly and huff, your shoulder sagging. “But this is my own mess. I’m so stupid, Xavi.”

Xavier furrows his brows, squeezing your hand for support. “You’re not stupid.”

“Yes, I am. I mean, we fight and don’t talk to each other for a day. Then he says nice things to me and kisses me and… and I’m reminded of the guy that I fell I love with,” you mumble.

Your words are like a punch to the gut for Xavier. His hand that’s not holding yours balls into a fist, his knuckles becoming white. He wants to tell you to leave him. That this vicious cycle is toxic, but it’s nothing you don’t know already. Your boyfriend just has you under his ridiculous spell.

Maybe he could tell you. If you’ll allow him.

“Tell me if I’m overstepping, okay?” Xavier asks.

You nod and sit silently, anxious to hear what he has to say.

“Maybe he was never they guy you fell in love with. Have you ever thought that this guy who constantly is hurting you is the real him?”

This makes your heart drop. You feel sick to your stomach. You feel ridiculous now. Of course you have thought about that. This is what Wednesday told you after your second fight with him. But you stay with him because, well, you’re naive enough to fall for his apologies and sweet talk.

You’re so worthless, you think. So pathetic. Staying with a guy who is a piece of shit, and treats you like a bigger one. You can’t help but cry again.

Xavier’s eyes widens in panic. He regrets what he said. He knew he should have kept his mouth shut. You came to him looking for comfort, not advice. Not the truth. And now he’s made you do the one thing he swore he would never make you do: cry.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he mumbles, getting up and spinning in circles to try and find tissues.

“Xavier,” you call out, voice breaking. He ignores you, still trying to find those tissues and thinking of ways to make you feel better.

“Xavier,” you say louder. You groan as he still doesn’t face you. “Xavier!” you shout.

He spins around, box of tissues in his hand. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re right. I know it, and you definitely do. It just.. sucks to hear,” you laugh breathily.

He nods, gulping hard. He sits back down next to you, holding out the tissues for you. You take them thankfully, blowing your nose and dabbing your eyes. You stay silent for a couple of minutes.

Xavier waits patiently for you to collect your thoughts, admiring you in the meantime. Your eyes are glassy from the tears, but you still have a spark in your eye that he loves to see. Your shirt, that’s ironically your boyfriend’s, hangs off of your shoulder slightly. Your leg bounces up and down as you twiddle with the hem of the shirt. In the dim light of his room, Xavier can see the dark circles under your eyes from the nights that he’s sure are full of screaming and crying instead of sleeping peacefully.

God, what he would to kiss you right now.

“I’ll end it with him tomorrow,” you decide.

Xavier’s eyes light up. He tries to contain the joy in his face, but fails embarrassingly. He grabs your hand that’s on your bed, squeezing it.

“I-I’m happy to hear that,” he stammers. “I know,” you chuckle. “You hate him.”

“Well, I can’t exactly like the guy that makes you feel like shit,” he snorts.

“Thank you for helping me,” you smile.

You hug him tightly, closing your eyes and burying your face into his shoulder. He quickly wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him. He kisses your forehead as you pull away. You smile softly, your breath becoming caught in your throat. You notice his eyes flutter down to your lips, eyeing them for a few moments. His hazel eyes meet yours. Even in the low light, you can see the golden brown flecks around his pupils.

His hand cups your cheek again, bringing your face closer. Your heart pounds in your chest. You can hear it in your ears. Your eyes frantically look over him, studying his body language. His other hand rests on your mid-thigh, warmth from his palm spreading to just below your waist.

“Xavier, what’re you doing?” you whisper.

“I…” he fails to get out the words. He’s so nervous, he can barely speak. He’s been waiting for this moment for a year now, as pathetic as it sounds.

“I thought you liked Wednesday,” you wonder.

Xavier’s brows raise and he pulls back. “Where did to get that idea?”

“You’re always following her around like a lost puppy. You even were excited about going to the Rave’N with her,” you explain.

“I was following her around because she found about my club, remember? And I wanted to get to know her more, but as friend. I don’t like her like that. Not like I like you,” he says. Saying that is like a weight has lifted off of his shoulders. Even if you don’t feel the same, which he is ready to accept, at least he is not carrying this huge secret with him. Maybe you two can still continue to be friends, too. He’d be willing to suck it up for you.

Your heart jumps with excitement. You never thought about Xavier liking you. Well, there was a tiny chance when you started dating your boyfriend. Xavier would hang around more, blatantly insult your boyfriend, try to get Ajax to stone him even. He stopped after a week or so once he realized you were serious about the guy. Not so say you weren’t, but you did miss Xavier’s efforts to get your attention.

But now you’re completely done with your boyfriend. You realize you’ve been for a while now. You’ve just been hanging on to whatever you thought you could still make work. It’s clear to you now that nothing could fix you, too, except for breaking up. That solution sounds very good. And to be frank, kissing Xavier sounds even better.

“Did I say too much?” Xavier asks, his voice a tiny bit above a whisper.

“No,” you shake your head, beginning to smile from ear to ear. “You’ve said just enough.” you bridge the gap between you two. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your fingers sifting through his tousled hair. You bring your body up close to his, lightly pressing your chest against his.

He’s shocked and you can tell. He doesn’t reciprocate until you pull away. He brings you back, his arms holding you even closer. You sit up on your knees, taking a shallow breath as you move him to the middle of his bed. He crawls backwards until his back hits the backboard. You straddle his hips, feeling his boner up against your thigh.

Your hands slips down to his shirt, lifting it up slowly. He raises his arms, your kiss breaking for a few seconds before your lips meet again. Your teeth clash with each other, tongues tasting each other. The kiss is sloppy now, needy and fervent, but passionate.

You run your hands down his chest, his hot skin burning the palms of your hands. His hands snake under your boyfriend’s shirt, feeling your bare back. You place your hands at the bottom of your shirt, taking it off.

Xavier’s eyes practically bulge out of his head. Your tits sit so pretty, your nipples hard as a rock as the cold air nips them. He becomes impossibly harder, feeling the pre-cum soak the waistband of his underwear.

He doesn’t waste any time staring. He dives down and kisses your neck, sucking harshly on your smooth skin. He places sweet kisses along your shoulders, licking a trial down the valley between your breasts. He attaches his mouth to your nipple, raising his hand to massage your other boob.

“Enjoying yourself?” you snicker, your head tipping back in pleasure.

He looks up at you from your body, his lips sucking your boob. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

Your whole body feels like it’s on fire now. He smirks as he feels your body temperature rise. You smile shyly in reply. Without warning, he grabs your hips, lifting you up and flipping you two over. Your head hits the pillows, back sinking down into the mattress. You look up and see Xavier settling between your thighs. His hair cascades down his face, creating shadows over his cheeks.

Your run your hands through his hair, tucking the strands behind his ears. He smiles down at you, those smile lines you always loved so much creating ripples in his skin. His hands massage your sides, allowing you to relax even further into the bed.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n. I don’t understand how someone could treat you so poorly. You deserve so much more,” he beams, gazing into your eyes.

You lean up to his ear, nibbling on the skin just below it. A thrill runs up his spine, his eyes fluttering close. “Show me, then,” you whisper.

His head is spinning and heart pounding. He nods excitedly, kissing down your stomach, leaving no skin untouched. You let out a breathy moan in need. You want him so bad it hurts. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to obtain the friction you’re craving. He notices how much you’re moving in bed, taking one hand to trail down to your pants. He looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours. His fingers hook under the waistband of your pants. You nod quickly, your own hands shooting down to your pants and practically ripping them off.

You kick off your pants onto the floor, leaving you almost naked. There’s a jolt of excitement that runs through his veins. His hands feels over your black panties, feeling a little wet spot right in the middle. His cock twitches in his pants as he thinks about how wet you must be, and all because of him.

Xavier picks the pace back up, trailing his lips down your stomach. You feel giddy as his lips get closer to your pussy. You feel the heartbeat between your legs, waiting painfully in anticipation for him to touch you.

He places a kiss over your underwear. You’re so pathetic you moan loudly. You buck your hips up, his nose bumping against your mound. He smiles against the fabric, bringing his head down lower to your thighs. He softly sucks your inner thighs, his hands creeping under your panties. His fingers part your pussy lips, slipping inside to feel the warm, slick center. He swallowed hard, throat becoming dry. You’re seeping juices out from your underwear and soaking his bedsheets.

You’re a little embarrassed. He hasn’t done much but kiss and touch you, and you’re already a mess. Despite your boyfriend bragging about you, you two barely ever had sex. And if you did, it wasn’t very good. Tonight was a big relief for you, especially since Xavier is doing so well, too. Your standards are so low, but you know that Xavier will raise them.

He slips two fingers inside, moving them in and out slowly. Your pussy makes a gushing noise, making him smirk up at you. He peers up at you from under his long lashes. You face feels hot as you see his cocky grin.

“You must really be desperate, huh?” he asks. His fingers go in deeper, moving up and down inside of you. He moves his body to tower over you, no wavering in his hand movements. His head hangs down next to your ear. His hair tickles your cheek. Your laugh and moan at the same time, his fingers fucking you feeling so good.

“Let me guess, he doesn’t pleasure you this well, huh?” he whispers.

“Mm-hm,” you shake your head. His other hand is on your thigh. He moves it down to your underwear, slipping under the top and finding your clit with ease. One of your hands flies up to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck, Xavier,” you say breathily. “Shit. Ah… ah, Xavier,” you moan. “Need more,” you whine.

You bring your other hand down between you two, tugging on the drawstring of his pants. Xavier pulls away, getting off the bed and taking off his underwear and pants.

You knew him being 6’2” would give him some length. His cock is an angry red, pre-cum leaking down and coating the sides. Your mind runs wild with how he’ll feel inside of you.

You take off your underwear, leaving both of you naked. He climbs back into the bed, sitting between your thighs. You place your hand on the back of his neck, your fingers entangling themselves in his hair. You bring his head down to yours, kissing him slowly. His heart flutters, ears turning pink as he becomes flustered. Your hand snakes down between you two, wrapping around his dick and giving him a few pumps. The pre-cum runs down your hand and drips onto your thighs.

“Wait,” he pulls away. “Do you not want to do this?” you ask, ready to get out of bed and put your panties back on.

“No, I do. Trust me, I… I really want to. But this is my first time,” he confesses.

You smile brightly, gently taking his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. “It’ll be mine, too.”

He furrows his brows. “I-I thought —?”

“Yeah, I never allowed him to go that far,” you chuckle. “I was waiting for someone special,” you grin, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles.

Pride fills his chest. He can’t wipe the smile off of his face. His cheeks already hurt from smiling so hard. He squeezes your hand, diving down to kiss you. You both are smiling, unable to properly kiss each other. He rests his forehead onto yours, looking into your eyes.

“I’ll go slow. Tell me if it hurts or anything, okay?” he asks.

You nod, spreading your legs. You try to relax as much as you can, but you’re too excited. You’ve always liked Xavier. You’ve always loved him. There’s no doubt in your mind he’s the right person for you, the right person to do this with.

He parts your pussy with his tip, slowly sliding in. Your nails dig into his hand and bicep. You bite your lip harshly, almost drawling blood.

“You okay?” he asks. “Mmhm,” you nod. You take a big deep breath in and out as he continues. “Stop, stop. I-I don’t think I can have you go any further.”

He nods in understanding, kissing your cheek sweetly. “Feels so good to me, anyways. No matter how much of me is inside.”

You giggle at his kind words, capturing his lips into a kiss once more. He slips out of you and slowly enters you, the small amount of friction making him moan in your mouth. One of his hands rests behind your head while the other goes down between you two, finding your clit. You let out a whiny moan, grabbing onto his skin.

He picks up the pace each second and you get more acquainted with his size.

“More,” you demand. He doesn’t question it, slipping another inch into you.

Your toes curl at the end of the bed. You plant your feet into the mattress, bucking your hips up to meet his. You both groan loudly, Xavier’s eyes rolling back while your head tilts back into the pillows, breaking the kiss.

“You feel so good, fuck,” he mumbles. He opens his eyes, looking down and watching as his dick exits and enters you. His pre-cum mixes with your juices, making a sloshing sound.

“Mm, Xavier. Right here,” you gasp. You buck your hips back up, his dick hitting your g-spot with just enough pressure. “Shit. Ju-just like that. Yeah, yeah. Ah, ah! Xavier!” you shout.

His thumb that’s on your clit circles it faster, his hips snapping with yours. Your muscles clench around him, and he’s almost done for. He doesn’t want to come until you do, though. He’s determined.

Your fingers scrap down his back, your body arching. Your chest meets his, the sweat from both your bodies mixing. Xavier presses his lips to yours in a messy, wet, hot kiss. His hot breath fans over the side of your mouth, his teeth clashing with yours.

“Xavi, I’m close,” you moan, eyes screwing shut. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. D-Don’t change anything. Ah, fuck.”

He keeps the exact same pressure and pace, looking down at your face. You look so beautiful when about to come. Your jaw dropped with sweat lining your neck. Your eyes are rolled back, head digging into the pillows.

“Xavier, I’m gonna, I’m gonna come! I-I’m gonna —!”

You muscles tense up and you feel the pressure lifting off of your tummy.

“Oh, fuck, Y/n,” he groans, gripping the pillow next to your head. He pulls out quickly, his whole body shaking as he comes. He manages to turn his body to the side, getting a little bit of cum on your thigh.

“S-sorry,” he stammers, quickly getting a tissue and wiping your thigh.

“No worries,” you smile. “Are you, uh, on birth control?” Xavier asks, still a little breathless.

“Yes,” you nod. “If I wasn’t, I would’ve asked for a condom.”

He smiles and nods, “right.” he puts his underwear and pants back on. He grabs your clothes, setting them on the bed next to you. “Would you like some water? Or a snack?”

“I would love some water, thank you.” you nod. You take your clothes and head to the bathroom. Xavier jogs over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you back.

“Do you feel okay?” he asks. “Yes. I feel a little sore, but I’ll be okay,” you answer.

“Okay,” he grins. He leans down and pecks your cheek and forehead. “I love you.”

You sigh happily and wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly. “I love you.“

He kisses the side of your head before pulling away. “What if your boyfriend finds out?”

“He’ll be my ex by then,” you shrug. “And I’ll be able to make up rumors about him. Like how he’s so bad and that’s why I went to you,” you wink.

Xavier smirks, “he’ll be pissed.”

“Mm, good,” you hum. You lean up and kiss him. “He deserves it.”

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[yourmidnightlover]

experimental

pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: due to an influx of female students, you are roomed with xavier thorpe as a sort of experiment. what happens when you become plagued with a frightening nightmare?

warnings: kinda enemies to sorta lovers, cuddling bc duh, there are some things that aren't answered or brought back up so i guess there's a possibility for a part 2 that gets... intimate??

a/n: it’s a cliche and i’m a sucker for it. we're gonna pretend weems never died bc that was a disgrace.

when you found out you would be paired with a guy you thought maybe that meant more storage space for yourself, maybe even you’d get some nice eye candy to look at. but nope. you got xavier thorpe. respectively, he is nice to look at, but he’s also a total jerk.

it started when you first got to nevermore a year ago, before the murders happened. you had been partnered with him on a few projects and he consistently ignored you when you tried to spark a conversation. each opinion you asked him for, he always gave you the shortest answer possible.

you don't think he knows of your involvement with the hyde. you knew of his involvements and interactions, the accusations. you were best friends with enid before wednesday came along. admiring the way wednesday and enid had some sort of magnetic connection, you gave them some space for whatever they had.

what you didn't expect was for her to call for your help the night of the attack. with your ability to manipulate nature, you would be quite a big help in a forest. neither you nor enid could anticipate the ricochet of a tree ripped from its roots being thrown at enid. luckily, you got there in time to knock enid out of the way. unfortunately that meant that you got hit by the tree, rendering you unconscious and in a coma for weeks until weems announced the early ending of the semester.

that night still haunts you in dreams, somtimes while you're still awake when it's been a long day.

regardless, you thought he was petty and maybe just a douche but what tipped you over the edge was when you heard him making fun of you with a few of his friends.

“she just keeps trying to talk to me!” there was no emotion other than frustration that you could detect in his voice. the people surrounding him began laughing. “is it not completely obvious as to why i’ve been ignoring her?” you heard the venom in his scoff, and you became happy his back was turned to you, sure that the look on his face was nothing but smug and smiley.

“dude, you’re screwed,” another person piped in with a laugh. you had heard enough. you swiftly walked away, sure not to disturb anything so you wouldn’t grab any attention.

as a result, you treated him as he first treated you. you gave him attitude, short answers, and on occasion some nasty looks.

when you saw xavier thorpe’s unwelcoming face as weems led you to your new room, you were beyond disappointed. you could tell he was too as his eyes widened before his brows rose in an obvious look of discomfort.

“welcome to your new home for the next semester, ms. y/l/n,” she pat your shoulder before leaving abruptly, allowing you to settle into the room.

“look,” you sighed as you heard her heels step down the hall. “i know this’ll be more than difficult for the both of us, so let’s just stay out of each others way as much as possible?”

he rose his hands in defense before nodding, “whatever you want,” he pressed his lips into a fine line.

you rolled your eyes before plopping your bags down beside the bed, letting yourself lay down on it. you could get through this. sure, you wouldn’t have a safe place to go to when you needed it. you wouldn’t have a quiet place to do homework. but you had a place to sleep and to shower and that was fine.

within a couple of weeks, you had made a schedule. you took into consideration his tendency to sleep in and stay out late. in spite of his best efforts, you did know about the art shed.

everyone knows he loves to draw and he doesn’t do it as often in his own room nor in an art room. sometimes he wouldn’t even come back at night, which meant he had to have another place to sleep.

one day, you may have gotten a bit worried as to where he was and simply watched which way he went into the woods. after searching for a short amount of time, you found the shed.

bathroom time:

AM

6:00-7:00 ~ y/n

7:00-8:00 ~ xavier

PM

7:00-8:00 ~ y/n

8:00-whenever ~ xavier

you proudly posted the schedule on the window where he often tapes up a few of his pieces, that way he was sure to see it. it wasn't you trying to be snooty and righteous, it was merely just so you could avoid any awkward interactions.

"seriously?" he scoffed late at night, or more in the morning. you sat up in your bed with a roan, making a noise to ask what he was talking about. "you made a fucking bathroom schedule?"

"it's-it's," you took a sip of water that sat by your bed before rubbing your eyes and checking the clock. 3:53. "it's just so we don't accidentally walk in while the other is showering and shit. basically, i can shower from those times and you can do the same."

"so you just want to dictate my life now?" he scoffed as you heard the rustling of clothes, probably his jacket being discarded.

"no, thorpe," you sighed as you threw your head back on the bed. this boy just wasn't getting it. "look, i took into consideration the fact that you like to sleep in. classes start at 8, so you can shower at 7:30 or whenever because you never wake up earlier than that," you sat back up once more and threw your blanket off of you. "and you stay out all night at that art shed of yours, which is fine! but since you're not even in here at 7 i figured it would be fine to just say that the bathroom is reserved during that time, alright?" you were angry now. it's been a while since you've gotten enough sleep, or uninterrupted sleep. and now he's ruined it.

"i didn't know you thought about that," you were able to make out his figure sitting down on the bed. "sorry," he said it so quietly it was almost as if he didn't want you to hear.

"just turn on the light," you instructed him. "i'm not gonna get any sleep tonight anyway," you huffed before grabbing a book from your nightstand, flipping your lamp on to illuminate the room.

"look, i am sorry," he turned towards you with a soft face. "i know how hard it can be to actually get a good nights' sleep," when you made eye contact you didn't see a face of pity, but of understanding.

"it's fine," you turned to your bookmarked page and began reading, although you weren't really taking in any of the words on the page.

"i uhm-i visited you," he added as he now walked over to his desk, rummaging through his sketchbook. you looked up at him with a questioning face. "when you were hospitalized after everything. enid did too, but i just wanted to make sure that someone was there when you woke up."

"you weren't," you shook your head, your focus on the book now dead. "you weren't there when i woke up. nobody was there."

"i went to get something to eat," you heard the smile on his face. "it's so stupid. i missed you waking up because of food. but you hadn't woken up in weeks and nobody knew when you would. i figured i'd grab something and come back and just keep drawing or something while you sleep. but you were awake."

"i didn't think anyone really cared," you shrugged, looking down where your book lay closed.

"i'm sorry you were alone when you woke up, nobody should have to go through that," when you looked back up, he was at the foot of your bed with a sheet of paper. "this is one of the many drawings i made when you were asleep. you should have it."

it was one of you in a coma, but instead of a hospital bed you were in a field of flowers. the nose cannula was replaced with vines, flowers growing from each tendril. you even had a bouquet of flowers in your hand, a crown of them on your head. you didn't even look like you were dying, or close to it. you looked ethereal.

"wow."

"if it's too much, i-"

"no, no," you interrupted with a smile growing on your face. "i-i don't think i would have ever described myself as beautiful, but somehow that's the only word that comes to my mind when looking at this. thank you."

"thank you," he grasped the end of your bedframe before walking back to his own. "i think i'm gonna shower, keeping with the schedule and all."

you nodded, "alright," you were glad he walked away. he couldn't see the tears form or fall from your eyes.

-

you never went to sleep that night. you set the drawing beside your bed and attempted to continue your book, even when xavier got out of the shower. the last thing you wanted was to start to even remotely like the guy you've sworn to hate. if you can't protect your mind, all you can protect is your dignity at this point.

now, three weeks later, everything is going rather smoothly. the bathroom schedule is being kept and respected, your grades are looking good, no nightmares. the thing with your nightmares is that the longer you don't have one, the worse the next one might be. last time you went four weeks without a nightmare, you woke up screaming in a hot sweat. it had now been around six.

not even to mention the horror that would happen if xavier were actually in the room when it happened. you would be humiliated. he would probably yell it to the whole school, how scared you are.

you had been readying yourself. now supplied with essential oils, doing yoga, meditation, and many other fail-safes, you thought you were almost exempt from any sort of nightmare creeping up on you.

another thing you had started doing to help calm yourself was to go on runs. through a distinct path in the woods, the smell of pine and slight floral would calm you.

though, this run felt different. at a certain point, your body felt rigid. the stiffness in your muscles told you something was off on this run. the crunching of the leaves felt less like a welcome home and more like a warning.

after feeling like you were being followed, you turned around to see xavier walking out of his shed. you hadn't realized you were out that far. you stopped abruptly, laughing at yourself for being so afraid.

"god, you scraed me, thorpe," you held your hand over your heart as you took a deep breath.

"oh, sorry," he smiled as he made his way over to you. "what're you doing out here? i thought you'd be in the shower by now."

"wanted to clear my head, so... went on a run," he nodded in understanding. "you planning on coming back to the room to sleep tonight?"

"i guess we'll see," he smiled as he took a step closer to you. his hands found your waist, holding you softly as if you were fragile. maybe you were.

"i guess so," your arms were thrown over his shoulders as he began to lean down, his lips almost connecting with yours before you heard something behind him.

you stopped in the motions, looking behind him to see the hyde making angry steps towards you. you pushed xavier to the side and told him to run. as stupid as guys are, he decided to look behind him to see what was happening.

"xavier, go!" you urged him as you threw a gust of wind towards te hyde, one that would normally knock an army over. "it's not safe!"

"i'm not leaving you!" he stood by your side as the hyde began to launch objects towards you. he had terrible aim.

then, the moment came. a tree that had been uprooted, that would have knocked the hyde down, was now being hurtled your way. with the way it was travelling, it would hit you dead center.

xavier got in front of you, holding your shoulders, "you're alright, y/n! i'm here!"

"xavier!" your body jolted upwards in a panic, your limbs shaking.

when you finally regained your vision, you were met with a frantic xavier. his eyes were looking at you panicked, his hands cradling your waist and face.

"hey, you're okay," he was holding you so soft. you felt safe. "i'm right here, y/n," you realized you were sitting in your bed, him sitting where your legs weren't tangled.

you didn't realize the hot tears trailing down your face until xavier wiped them for you, "you were... you were gonna die. you stood in front of the-in front of me and it was-and we were," he guided your face into his neck as he brought you into a hug.

"it was a nightmare; you're safe now," he pressed a kiss to your hairline as you sobbed into his chest. arms wrapping around his middle, his own arms tightened on your body to make you feel more secure.

you sat there until the sobs subsided. xavier's hands began to trace your back. at some point, your legs became wrapped around his body with you in his lap. it wasn't in a sexual way. it was in a comforting, needing to be near to him kind of moment.

his smell was oddly comforting. it was a mix of the woods he was always in, paint, and sage. you were scared to close your eyes again, to see him being killed. maybe spending so much time with him has made you a bit fond of the guy. maybe more than fond...

"i'm scared, xavier," you sighed into his chest, clutching tighter to his shirt.

"i know you are," he pulled back to look at your disheveled state. "you wanna try to sleep together? i mean like-like in my bed with me. not like sleep together with like... yea. i wouldn't take advantage of you like that. i'm gonna shut up now," a blush washed over his face, turning it as red as you could see in the dim light.

"i would like to," you nodded as a smile creeped up on your face. "if that's alright?"

"of course, of course," his hands raked through your hair, smoothing it down from a probably incredibly messy state. "here, hold on tight," he gripped your thighs as he rose to his feet, walking over to his bedand sitting down.

you rolled over to the side of him and let him get underneath the covers before you followed suit. "can i-can we like... cuddle?"

"why else would i carry you all the way over here?" he opened his arms for you to roll into. you rested your head on his chest, your hands wrapping around his middle once again as his went around your shoulders.

you waited a beat before you fell asleep before admitting, "i think i like you," almost immediately succumbing to the frightful state of sleep

xavier waited until he heard your breath even out, "i've always liked you."

[pythonees]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ FLOWER POWER — xavier thorpe

REQUESTED: anon

WARNINGS: 18+, aged up characters, fairy reader, sex pollen (dub-con), frottage, fingering (f), unprotected piv sex, requited-unrequited love, hurt/comfort, miscommunication, crying

A/N: anon you are speaking my language! this is my favourite trope omfg. some flower knowledge required if you wanna know exactly what the flower looks like tough it's not necessary

Your favourite place to be is the greenhouse, full of so much colour and life you could barely picture yourself anywhere but there. The love you had for plants and wildlife stems from your fairy genetics, able to control plants and compel animals to your will.

There were some days that you would spend your time in there way into the night, only noticing how much time has passed when a random couple would come by and disturb your fun with their giggling and less than pg noises. Then you'd have to sneak out without disturbing them and making an already awkward situation worse.

On others you would be accompanied by your friend and longtime crush Xavier, who would come to see how things were going and to make sure you got to meals on time. He'd always have to drag you out, forcing you to take a break from your plants and to instead take care of yourself. It was one of the many things you liked about him, they way he took care of you.

Most of the flowers wouldn't get past a seedling, withering up and dying the second the roots started to grow, the combination of flowers too different to grow despite you putting all your magic into it. Those days Xavier knew he'd have to bring food to you, listening in confusion as you rambled to yourself about what went wrong. But that day was not today. Today was a lucky day.

The flower you had created looks... funny. It's small with a few blooms, looking like a mix between a corpse flower and a tulip, but hanging upside down like a lily of the valley. The spadix sticking out from the flower is long and corkscrewed, a pinky purple colour that looks almost like jelly. The spathe goes from green to a deep black not typically seen in naturally occurring flowers. It's enticing to look at, with an odd smell that you can't quite place from where you're standing.

You walk around the flower, looking over it to see Xavier finally sitting down at one of the desks, drawing away. It's hard to stop yourself from watching him when he's in his element, face scrunched up cutely as he concentrates on every stroke of his pencil.

Xavier has been drawing every single flower you make, helping you fill out the journal you made with his art. You however have been staring at it for a few minutes, not knowing where to start in figuring out if it does anything. It's always hard to tell just what type of plant you've made from just a glance. Splicing together flowers is one thing, but infusing your very emotion based magic into the seedlings means that the end result is very... unpredictable.

You don't really remember the mood you were in when you created this, it had been a busy week of tests that had gone by in a study induced haze that you thankfully don't remember. The good news is that even if it's poisonous it won't kill you, it'll just make you violently ill for the next few days. You've only had that happen twice, thankfully, and when you're alone.

You've never had Xavier in the green house with you when you're trying to figure out if a new plant does anything, but you had been sick for a few days and hadn't been able to check on it, and he had missed hanging out with you. So you let him tag along. Now you're not so sure about your decision.

You carefully put yourself between the flower and Xavier, grabbing the bucket full of worms to start some tests. You use a stick to scoop one out, holding the wriggling worm up to one of the flowers to see if it reacts. After a few seconds of nothing happening, you gently nudge the worm against the petal. It starts to move, but not in the way your expecting a carnivorous plant to.

All of the hanging flowers lift up to face you, the inside of the flower a fleshy looking pink. The flowers start to shake just slightly, and you lean closer to try and get a closer look. That's when a haze of white pollen shoots out from the flower, hitting you right in the face. In your surprise you inhale sharply, sucking in a lungful of the mysterious pollen that stings your eyes and burns your throat. You drop the stick in a rush to wave away the plume of pollen, stumbling away from the plant.

Your name is called from behind you, but you're too busy rubbing your sleeve against your closed eyes, trying to get it off. You feel hands grip your shoulders and spin you around, pushing your sleeve away to dab gently around your face with his own sleeve. All you can smell is the familiar scent of sandalwood, weak but enticing and somehow able to overwhelm your senses until all you want is to get closer to wherever it's coming from.

When Xavier stops cleaning your face you slowly open your eyes, finding your gaze hazy and your head fuzzy. Xavier takes a deep breath through his nose, sniffing at the pollen that transferred from your face and onto his sleeve.

"Whatever that shit was smells good," he says, going back in for another sniff. You find yourself leaning in towards him, wanting, no, needing to be closer to him. You move so fast you stumble over your feet, Xavier barely grabbing your upper arms in time to keep you upright, "Woah there, you alright?"

You nod your head lazily, taking the last step needed to press your face into his chest. You wrap your arms tightly around his waist as you rub your face against him. Xavier huffs out a laugh, wrapping his arms around you to rerun the impromptu hug.

"You could have just told me you wanted a hug you know," Xavier laughs, and you can feel it against your face from where your pressed into him.

You tighten you grip, turning your face just enough so that you can mumble out, "You smell really good."

"Thank you? It's the same cologne I always use," Xavier laughs, a hand absently rubbing up and down your back. It leaves a hot trail on your skin that instantly spreads, until it seems to burn. Your skin is tingling and you can feel the tell tale wetness of arousal in you panties and that's when you know you've fucked up letting Xavier come in here with you. You know what type of flower you made.

You open your mouth to warn him about what you know is going on, when he dips down to sniff at your neck, nose pressed to your skin, "you smell good too, like vanilla and lavender."

With him standing so close and nosing at your neck, you can't hold back to quiet moan at feeling that tiny bit of skin to skin contact. It makes the burning you feel under your skin start to feel good, thighs pressed tightly together for some sort of friction.

Tucking your arms in between you, you slide them up until you can cup his face, pulling him away from where he's been smelling at your neck so that he can face you.

"What's wrong—" you cut him off with a kiss, desperate and needy as you moan against his lips. He kisses back almost immediately, the hand that was rubbing up and down your back going up to cup the back of your neck. His big hands feel great against your skin, more contact to stop the seemingly insatiable burn.

His tongue swipes tentatively against you lip, and your eagerly licking your way into his mouth before you can even think about it. Xavier's hands tighten at the back of your neck, holding you in place as he forcefully slows the kiss down. You whine impatiently, but let him do as he wants as you let your hands drop from his face and to his chest.

The buttons of his white shirt are annoyingly small for your rushing fringes, roughly pulling at the fabric as you undo the buttons. You get about half way down before Xavier seems to realize what it is your doing, hand quickly gripping your wrists to keep you in place as he pulls away from the kiss.

"Wanna touch you," you whine before he can say anything, leaning foreword again. You've got his arms trapped between your bodies, making sure to press your chest up against his for good measure. He swallows roughly, and you watch the bob of his adams apple as he stares down at you, pupils blown wide, "Please, Xavier. Wanna get my hands all over you."

"Shit, yeah, okay." Xavier lets go of your hands, and the second you're free they're back to their previous task, pulling and tugging at his shirt until it's hanging open. His tie is yanked open and off, thrown to the side without a care in the world. You splay your hands out, running them up and down his chest as you watch them with awe. Every bit of skin you feel against you makes the burning go away, makes the haze of your brain laser focused to Xavier and his skin and getting it all over you as soon as possible.

You trail your hands up his chest to loop them around his neck, tugging him in for another kiss. This time it's Xavier's hands that are roaming, gliding up and down your sides, stopping to fiddle with the hem of your shirt before repeating the pattern over and over.

"Please," you whisper against his lips, going right back to kissing him with a burning need that rivals the burning of your skin. Instead of taking your shirt off like you thought he was, he lets his hands roam further down, giving your ass a quick squeeze as he goes by before he's hiking one of your legs up, wrapping it around his waist. You quickly do the same with the other, moaning as he lifts you up against his body.

You're quickly turned around and deposited on a nearby empty table, Xavier leaning over you as he deepens the kiss. You keep your legs wrapped tight around his waist, using it for leverage to roll your hips up into his. You both moan, Xavier's hips stuttering against yours at the sensation.

When he pulls away you let out another needy whine, trying to pull him back to you. He does come back to press a quick peck to your lips, but then pulls away again. His hands go to the top of your blouse, fingering at the top button.

"Can I?" He asks, a flustered smile overtaking his face when you nod enthusiastically. Your tie is removed first, with a lot more care than his was, placing it on the table next to you guys. He takes his time undoing the buttons of your shirt, eyes roaming over each new inch of revealed skin like you're a work of art. It has your heart pounding, eyes wide as you watch him watch your body become more and more revealed.

When the last button is undone he slowly pushes your shirt open, exposing you to him. One hand braces him on the table while the other settles low on your stomach, slowly roaming up your body, over a bra covered breast and along your neck before he's cupping your cheek, leaning down to press a quick, searing kiss to your lips.

"God you look beautiful," he says, staring down at you in awe. You wriggle under him, holding your arms out for him. He laughs with a shake of his head, but leans down to meet you in a kiss. You roll your hips again, swallowing the moan Xavier let's out eagerly. When your hips keeps rolling up against his he meets you thrust for thrust, the constant pressure against you clit making you see stars.

Xavier's hand leaves you face to place roaming kisses down your body, stopping at you skirt to flip it up to reveal the grinding of your bodies. You know there must be wet spot on your panties from how soaked they feel, and by the way Xavier stares do at them with wide, hungry eyes.

"Wanna touch you, can I?" Xavier says, fingers running along the band of your panties. You nod eagerly, unwrapping your legs from around his waist so that he can take them of. He's not as slow about taking the panties off as he was with opening your shirt, wide eyes never leaving your exposed cunt as he drags them off and drops them on the floor, leaving you in just hiked up skirt.

His hands smooth up your legs and over plush thighs before he's using his hands to force your legs up and open, staring down at your glistening wetness. You place your feet up on the table as you let your legs fall open, like you're a fine art display for him to enjoy. He slowly runs a finger up through your folds, and it sends a heavenly shock of arousal through your body. He gently rubs his finger against your clit, making tiny, agonizingly slow circles.

"Xavier!" You whine, rolling your hips up against his hand, "please."

"So needy," he laughs, but does as you asks, sliding his finger down through your folds and slipping a finger into you. There's no resistance, walls soaked with arousal as your body greedily sucks his finger in. He gives a few experimental thrusts before he's adding a second, the satisfying stretch of his thick fingers making your eyes roll back.

You buck down against his fingers, urging him to go faster. The burning is easing up even more with his fingers inside you, and you're desperate to make it stop so you can think again instead of being controlled by your pussy and the pollen.

"More, need more," you whine, fucking yourself onto his fingers. You feel a third slip in with the others, and you let out a satisfied moan at the feeling of being filled.

Xavier doesn't even have to move his hand, keeping them still as you roll your hips, watching as you desperately chase your high. But it doesn't come, even though you can feel it constantly at the back of you head, lingering.

You lift your foot off of the table to toe at his jeans, pushing at them until he gets the hint to take them the hell off. He gives your cunt a few more thrusts before he's pulling his fingers out of you, undoing he belt before dropping his pants and boxers in on go, letting them pool around his ankles.

His cock is beautifully thick as it sits between his legs, tip flushed and shiny with pre. He wraps the hand still covered in your arousal around his cock, giving himself a few thrusts before he rubbing the tip up through your folds. That touch alone brought you close to the brink, a long moan escaping you as the head of his cock brushes up against your clit.

You're in limbo as he continues to tease you, tip just barely pushing into your waiting hole before he's pulling out and gliding it up to your clit again. Slowly you lay back on the table, the surface ice cold against your over heated skin.

"Xavier please fuck me. Please, please please." You beg, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you desperately roll up into him just as his tip teases at your hole again.

The little bit he slips in has you both moaning loud and long, Xavier resting both hands on the table as he lets his head hand between his shoulders. His cock continues to slowly slide into you in a way that makes you think it's never going to end, just filling and filling until you swear you can feel him in your stomach. But then he bottoms out, hips pressed flush against yours as he pants above you.

Your walls flutter around him, gripping and trying to pull him in deeper. Xavier groans above you, hips jerking slightly at the sensation. He stays there in you for a moment, still as a rock as he slowly starts to catch his breath. When his breathing is back to normal and he's no longer on the brink of spilling into you, he slowly pulls out, hands gripping the edge of the table by your head tightly.

His thrusts are slow and deep as he splits you open over and over. At first it's great, just being able to feel him in you to soothe the burn. But just like everything else, it's not enough, you want, no, you need more. You can't roll your hips with how close your bodies are pressed together and you choke back a sob of disappointment as you wrap your arms around him.

"More," you whimper, still trying and failing to roll your hips in the tight space between your bodies. You can feel your eyes watering again, staring up at Xavier as he pushes up from your body to stare down at your face, "Please Xavi, need more. Please please please—"

"Hey, shhhh. I'm gonna take care of you, okay pretty girl? Gonna make you feel me in you for days." Xavier whispers right in your ear, voice husky and deep from arousal. The table scrapes across the floor as his hips snap forewords, slamming into you hard enough to have you wailing, head thrown back in pleasure.

Xavier mouths at your exposed neck, hips jackhammering into you at a brutal pace. The wet sound of you dripping pussy fills the room, and through the slowly lifting haze of your arousal, you wonder if there's a student close enough to hear the obscene sounds coming from the greenhouse. But you don't care, mewling in pleasure as Xavier bites at your neck, soothing the abused spot over with his tongue.

Slipping your fingers into his hair, you hold him against your neck as he sucks hickey after hickey into your skin. The overwhelming sensations going on has your walls fluttering around him, choking on a moan as you come harder and quicker than you have in your whole life. Your legs are shaking, head thrown back as you feel the pollen induced haze finally start to lift, the burning heat dissipating.

Xavier gently slides out of you, ignoring your whine of disappointment as he takes himself in hand, furiously jerking himself off as he stares down at you with half lidded eyes. You slowly push yourself up on shaking arms, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him into a kiss. Your other hand drops down to wrap around the one still jerking himself off, and the brief touch against his sticky erection is all it takes before he's spilling between you, hot cum coating your stomach and breasts.

You're both panting, the sweat on your bodies rapidly cooling in the night air. You shiver, breaking the kiss to wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle into his chest, chasing the warmth of his body.

"Not that I'm complaining," Xavier says, out of breath as a hand soothes up and down your back, "but where did that come from?"

"Flower," you mumble sleepily, a small smile on your face as you tighten your arms around him. Xavier's entire body goes tense in your arms, and the hands that were soothing up and down your back are now gripping your wrists, forcing you to let go of him as he holds them between your bodies, taking a step back.

"Flower, what do you mean..?" He looks back over his shoulder, staring at the new plant you created before his head whips back around, staring at you with wide, horrified eyes, "The pollen. That's the only reason why you— why this happened?"

He lets go of your wrists as if they're burning, quickly pulling his pants and boxers up. His hands fumble with the belt, and you slowly push yourself off of the table and onto unsteady legs.

"Xavier," you call, but he just shakes his head, turning away from you as he buttons up his shirt. He's walking towards the door at the same time, abandoning his things so that he can just get out. Get away from you.

Your wings flutter out, flying you across the room and in front of him faster than your unsteady legs could. He ducks his head when you get in front of him, turning away from your half naked form, "Move."

"No, Xavier. Not until you listen to me," he doesn't try to move again, but he keeps his face stubbornly hidden behind his hair. When your sure he won't try to bolt you take a steadying breath, reaching out to hold his hand in two of yours. His hand stays limp in your grip, but he doesn't pull away.

"This is all I've ever wanted," Xavier scoffs, trying to pull his hand free so he can leave again, but you're quicker, holding onto him tightly so he can't leave, "It is! Not like this, with one of my weird experiments blowing up in my face, but like, after a few dates. I always pictured our first kiss to be after some cute date, on one of those late night walks you like to force me on. Or maybe in your shed where you always look the most comfortable, face all scrunched up when your concentrating and I just can't help but kiss you. I just— this doesn't have to change anything if you don't want it to, but I'm not lying when I say that this was a dream come true."

Your left flying in front of him in silence, waiting desperately for the words to sink in. It takes so long you start to feel your throat close up, thinking the worst, but then he's slowly lifting his head to look up at you, and you can't help but gasp. His eyes are red and haunted, tears streaming down his face and dripping off his chin.

"I didn't..?" Xavier trails over, getting choked up as a fresh set of tears roll down his face, "I didn't take advantage— you actually want me?"

Your heart drops to your stomach, and you quickly let go of his hand to cup his face, wiping the tears away as gently as possible, "No, no no no. I love you, okay? So much. I might have been a bit out of it but I wanted you. Still want you, okay? You did nothing wrong."

He stares up at you, still crying, but instead of that fearful look in his eyes they're filled with hope, a small smile taking over his face. His hands are shaky as the land on your bare waist, barely even touching you at all, "You love me?"

"So much," you say without even a moments hesitation. Your thumbs are still gently rubbing over his cheeks, even as his tears have dried. The smile you get is blinding, his grip tightening on you as he pulls you closer for a kiss that makes your toes curl.

When he pulls back he looks happier than he's ever looked in a long time, hand reaching up to cup your cheek. You lean into it, a probably dopey smile on your face as you stare down at him.

"Love you too. Didn't think I could have this. Have you," Xavier confesses, pulling your flying body closer to his. He presses a quick kiss the the top of you breasts that your bra doesn't cover, right over your pounding heart.

"You have me, for as long as you want." You reply, carding your fingers through his hair. You stay like that for a while, his face pressed into your chest as he breathes you in while you soothe your hands over whatever part of him you can reach.

"Want you forever," he mumbles into you skin, and you can't help the wide grin that takes over your face. You cup his cheeks, tilting his head up so he can face you. You press kisses all over his face, smothering him with all your love before you give in to his huffing and press your lips together.

"Forever sounds perfect."

©︎ pythonees — do not, under any circumstance, repost, plagiarize, modify or translate my work.

[vxntagedior]

I have a request for a Xavier Thorpe one-shot. Could you write one where the reader is on their period and Xavier comforts them/makes them feel better. Only if you're comfortable with writing that of course

caretaker

summary | xavier helps you feel as comfortable as you can during your period

pairing | xavier thorpe x fem!reader

warning | fluff, periods, hurt/comfort?, mentions of sex

word count | 0.9k

Pulling your head out of the blankets, you practically were glaring at the door. “Enid, I told you I’m fine, I don’t need anymore chocolate.”

Satisfied, you started to lay back down before you heard someone knocking on the door again.

“Enid, did you not-” Frustrated, you started to make your way to the door, swinging it open. 

“Hi.” Xavier said sheepishly, “Enid told me you weren’t feeling well, so I brought you soup and medicine.”

Bless his heart, Xavier was always a caring boyfriend, putting his needs before yours making sure you were always okay. 

“Xavi.” You sighed softly, trying not to laugh, “I’m not feeling well, but I’m not sick.”

“You're not,” You could see the gears turning in his head, “She said that you had a headache and bad cramps and -oh.” 

The realization finally occurred and Xavier shifted awkwardly, “Sorry, but I still have food, and we can cuddle.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You said, “I don’t think you want to spend your Saturday in bed all day.”

“I get to spend my Saturday with you.” He reiterated, “Now are you gonna let me inside?”

Opening the door, further, Xavier walked in, setting down the meds and soup on your desk. Crawling back into your bed, you opened your arms towards him, making grabby hands. 

“You need to eat first.” Xavier said.

“No, cuddles.” You insisted, “You have to be nice to me today.”

Rolling his eyes, Xavier obliged to your words, getting under the covers with you. It was a tight fit in the twin bed, the two of you practically on top of each other. 

Since being together, You made it known to Xavier that he was a space heater, and using him to his advantage, his hand was placed right above your abdomen, acting as your hot water bottle. 

“Have you taken any medicine this morning?” He asked, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, twirling a piece of your hair that had fallen down. 

“No.” you whispered, “I got up to go to the bathroom and went right back to bed.” 

Leaning up from under the bed, he leaned over to grab your water and some of the advil he brought earlier, “Drink.” 

Sitting up, you took the meds and water, swallowing them down. 

Xavier was already out of bed, starting to prepare your soup. “X, you said we were gonna cuddle.”

“You need to eat now.” He insisted, “It’s gonna be better for the meds.”

You just sighed, leaning against your headboard, watching as he made your way around the room before coming back over to you.

“Feed it to me?” You asked hopefully. He just smiled, sitting on the edge of your bed. You were just milking it now, but Xavier didn’t seem to mind. 

Feeding spoonsful of soup, occasionally wiping up some that slipped from your lips. Seeing his lips so close to your lips, you pucker your lips, kissing the pad of his thumb.

“You need to eat.” He tilted his chin down, “We’re not going there.”

You just huffed, leaning against the bedframe, “You’re no fun, first you won’t cuddle and make me eat and now you don’t have wanna have sex.”

Xavier tried not to laugh knowing that your hormones were messing with your emotions. 

“I know baby, I’m such a bad boyfriend.” He said sincerely, “Wanting to make you feel better.”

Hearing Xavier call himself a bad boyfriend made you tear up slightly, “Didn’t mean that.”

“I know.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Do you finish the soup or save it for later.”

“I’ll finish it.” You decided, there wasn’t much left anyways. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Finishing the soup, Xavier cleaned up before coming back in bed with you, the two of you laying back down together. You let Xavier talk, always finding his voice soothing, your head rested on his chest, breathing softly. 

It wasn’t long before you fell asleep, Xavier little snores coming from you as he talked. Looking down, your eyes closed, your breathing before deeper, snuggling against him. 

Taking a nap sounded nice to him, adjusting the two of you without waking you so he felt more comfortable to fall asleep. His arm was still wrapped around you, pulling you in him closer, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

-

You felt your eyes flutter, opening your eyes, blinking rapidly adjusting to the light, looking up to Xavier to see that he was still sleeping. 

Getting out of bed as quietly as you could without waking him, you made your way into your bathroom to freshen up. Coming out, you didn't wake up. 

“Go back to bed.” You whispered, slipping back under the covers. 

“I’m already up, couldn’t really sleep with you snoring.” He snorted. You gasped, looking at him offended. 

“I do not snore.” You pointed a finger at you, “That was you.”

“You sure?” You saw the playful glint in his eyes, before tackling you. Laughing, you tried to pull his hands as the two of you started to play wrestle. Finally getting the upper hand, you were able to flip the two of you over, with you on top of him. 

“Got ya.” You smirked, pinning his hands above his head. Your faces were inches apart, your nose touching his, lips ghosting his. Just as Xavier was about to lean towards you, you pulled apart before settling back in bed. 

“What the fuck!” He said frustrated, adjusting his pants before coming towards you. 

“You said it yourself, Xavi, no sex.” You giggled, “Now cuddles.”

“Woman, you are insufferable.” He whispered. 

fin.

[wednesday-woeful-addams]

Woeful Comfort

Summary:

Xavier has once again been disappointed by his father. He goes to an odd place for comfort.

Wednesday is learning to be friends.

xxx

Note: Can be seen as Gen, Pre-relationship or very mild slash.

Characters: Wednesday Addams, Xavier Thorpe

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Xavier Needs a Hug, Child Neglect (sorta, just in case)

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XXX

Xavier threw the phone at the wall as hard as he could, letting out a frustrated shout as he did. Why did he think calling his father was a good idea? The man brushed him off any chance he could. Too worried about his business and his show and his public life and- and really anything that wasn't his son. He had wanted to talk to his father about his dreams, and he had once again been turned away by the man's assistant.

He huffed again and grabbed the closest thing to throw at the wall again. A cushion this time. It was probably a good thing he didn't have another roommate.

Groaning, he pushed away the thought of roommates. Rowan did not need to be in his mind too.

Once he no longer felt the need to throw something, he flopped onto his bed, letting the anger drain out. It slowly got replaced by guilt.

What right did he have to think like that? His father had given him everything in his power. His money was the reason Xavier had the best of the best in the world. So what if he was a bit distant? He always encouraged his art by getting him the best supplies. He was always there for the holidays, and so was his mother. Sure, they were still working, but they made an effort. He wasn't left alone; he was given a roof and food and eventually boarding school.

His father was good to him. He had it good.

Sighing again, he wondered what he could do to get his mind off the call. He was not in the right mindset to sit and paint. Ajax was gone on a date with Enid. It was a bright and sunny Saturday, so almost everyone he knew would be in Jericho.

Well, almost everyone.

Wednesday Addams, the outcast school's weirdo, did not like sunny days. She would be inside, in the shadows, waiting out the sun. It was a good thing Jericho didn't have too many of them.

Their relationship was a little odd, a little bit friends, maybe a little bit more. She tolerated his presence the same as Enid and Eugene's and let him buy her interesting and dark presents. She stayed with him in his art studio to watch him paint her and played his favourite piece coincidentally when he was feeling down. She even let him close enough to hold his hand, which he knew was quite a declaration from her. She had even let him vent a couple of times. Maybe she would do it again.

Mind made up, Xavier went to pick up his phone. Thankfully, the screen saver was only a little chipped. He'd have to replace it.

X: Hey. Are you writing?

W: No

He waited for further explanation, but none came. That was typical, though. He didn't take it as discouragement.

X: What are you doing?

W: Laying in bed, thinking of murder.

Of course, she was.

X: May I join you?

No response.

Good thing Xavier wasn't above acting like a pathetic puppy.

X: Please Wednesday?

The response came slower this time. But it came.

W: Your pleading is acknowledged. You can come up. Do not get caught.

Xavier smiled and set off.

xxx

Wednesday put the phone down and went back to staring at the ceiling.

Xavier hadn't tried to make small talk and had gotten to the point. Interesting.

He had said please. Also very interesting.

Wednesday had a working theory. It would either be proven or disproved when Xavier got there.

Eventually, there was a knock at her door, and Xavier slipped in before she could say anything. Wednesday didn't mind. It had become their habit, after all. She sat up so she could take a good look at him. He seemed a bit dishevelled, a little bit agitated and very much upset if the red in his eyes was anything to go by. Though, it could be from sleeplessness as well. The bags under his eyes certainly showed it.

The boy was also fiddling with the phone in his pocket.

So it was as she had expected. He had tried calling his father and had been turned away.

One of these days, she was going to send Mr. Thorpe a box of mousetraps.

"Hey, Wednesday," he said, taking a seat by her on the bed as she sat cross-legged. He leaned in a bit so their shoulders and arm were touching. An odd action since usually he would wait a bit before initiating contact, scared of her pulling away as she had done in the beginning. She didn't mind it much anymore, so she refrained from commenting.

"Hello, Xavier," she said, leaning back against the wall, "I'm surprised you're still in. I expected you would be one of those people that likes these insufferable sunny days"

"I usually do," he said. As he adjusted himself, his arm slipped around her waist. Again, Wednesday did not necessarily mind, but it was odd that he was behaving like this. Maybe she had allowed him so many times that he didn't think he had to ask. "I just didn't feel like going out today. Thought I might come and see you,"

"Hmm," she answered. That wasn't what had happened, though. He had practically begged to see her, and by now, he was more or less leaning into her like an over-eager puppy. This, she had to comment on.

"You seem particularly pathetic and clingy today," she told him. "Any particular reason?"

Wednesday had expected him to scoff or roll his eyes, move away with a joke or even apologize and make a crack at her weirdness. What she did not expect was the small flinch as he quickly moved away, the soft, hurt look in his eyes before they were lowered or the way his hands were held tightly together, almost like he was making them forcibly stay in place.

Before she could think twice about it, she reached out and grabbed his hand back, "It was an observation. I did not say you had to stop,"

"Yeah?" he said softly, still looking a little afraid. Still hunched into himself.

Forget the mousetraps. She was going to set Vincent Thorpe on fire. After she gave him cyanide.

"Yes," she said, gentler than she was used to, "Come here." She maneuvered them until he was leaning against her, head propped just under her shoulder. Due to the height difference, she had to half-sit and half-lean back so he could situate herself more comfortably. She found that she did not mind. One of her arms wound up around him, gently stroking his hair. He was making himself small, curled into her, so unlike how he usually was. Her comment must have really hit a nerve, a new raw nerve considering she made comments like that all the time.

Everyone made good-natured comments about him acting like a puppy around her, and she had to agree. However, he was a puppy who growled and bit back and never rolled over without a good challenge. She liked that version of her puppy. Not this. This sad, kicked-over boy. She had to fix it.

Wednesday brought her other hand over, gently tapping his forehead. His eyes followed her every move, closing as she touched him softly.

She did not know the best way to comfort people, she had not tried in a long time. The only thing she had to fall back on was what she had seen her mother with others. She ignored the fact that everything she had done up until now had been in the image of her mother too.

Words weren't her forte, though, not the way they were Morticia's, so she settled in and waited, hoping that Xavier would speak first.

xxx

It wasn't long before Xavier got comfortable, and then the words started pouring out.

"It's just my dad, you know," he starts, and as he speaks, his hands become more animated, "would it kill him to just answer his phone once in a while or just pay attention to what's going with his only child," and now he was sitting up again, though legs still pressed against hers. "You would think with all the money he throws at me, he would at least pay attention to where it's going. Sometimes I'm tempted to blow away money on stuff he wouldn't approve of just to see what the limit is, for god's sake. I know his assistants better than I know him. It's so humiliating. They all know he wants nothing to do with me. And why the hell does he need three, anyway? Like, isn't one enough"

He takes a deep breath.

"And I know I should be grateful, and I am; it's just, why can't he be around more? He buys me a great gift for my birthday but won't be around to hand it to me. He'll make sure I have everything for school, but god forbid we say a proper goodbye, or he actually drops me off. He just- just doesn't make any sense!"

Finally, running out of breath slumped back down into his previous position, once again tucking himself against her.

This time when he spoke, his voice came out soft, "It would be easier if he were awful, you know. He's good when he's around. It's just he rarely ever is,"

There was no response from Wednesday at first. A few beats and then-

"Would you like me to send him an active bear trap?"

"What?!" He knew Wednesday's verbal comforting skills weren't great, so he hadn't known what to expect. This definitely wasn't it, though.

"I was thinking of cyanide, but only an Addams would come out of it intact, and it doesn't seem like you want to harm your father permanently," her eyes were blank and contemplative. "The bear trap would only maim. What do you think?"

Wednesday started at him unblinkingly.

Xavier stared back.

Her lip twitched a little.

He burst out laughing.

"Oh my God, Wednesday!" he said as he gasped for breath.

"Why are you laughing? I am serious,"

Xavier just laughed harder, pressing his face into her shoulder. Maybe she was serious, maybe she was joking. Either way, Xavier felt much better.

"Thanks, Wednesday," he told her once his laughter died down, "But I don't think that's necessary. I don't actually want to hurt my father,"

"I could send him a strongly worded letter. Or even a phone call. I'm sure I can best those assistants of his,"

Xavier smiled and shook his head, warmth swelling in his chest. It felt good to have someone like Wednesday, notoriously known to stay away from others, want to defend him so passionately.

"It's fine, Wednesday," he said, sitting up, so they were face to face, "Just- thank you for listening. It means a lot,"

She sniffed, "Don't get used to it. It won't happen again,"

Xavier smiled. They both knew it was a lie, but he answered with a demure 'of course' anyway.

"So, did you finish the short story for class? What is it about?" he asked her.

"It's a horror story about a haunted girl,"

"Of course it is," he said, "Mine's about an artist that draws the present as it happens,"

"Of course it," she said, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, "Aren't we becoming predictable,"

Xavier smiled, "Just to each other, I think,"

Wednesday hummed in what could almost be called agreement. The fact made him remarkably happy.

xxx

Wednesday still didn't think she was very good at comforting or being a comforting person, but Xavier was sitting on her bed, talking with a smile on his face. She must be doing something right.

Maybe there was some merit to being a bit like her mother.

Of course, she wasn't going to think of that right now. Right now, she was going to listen to Xavier and keep the bear trap idea in the back of her mind.

Vincent Thorpe better watch out.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

I don’t want you like a best friend | Xavier Thorpe x Reader

Summary: You and Xavier have been best friends for a while, but you don’t want to be just friends anymore. Come the Rave’n dance, you decide to tell him

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: suggestive themes

"Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off"

—

‘’Are you coming the the Rave’n dance?’’

‘’I don’t have a date.’’

‘’You could go with Xavier?’’ Enid suggested with a knowing grin.

You and Xavier have been best friends since your first year at Nevermore Academy. Being away from home for this long and adjusting to a new environment had been difficult. You missed your family and the comfort of home. Making friends wasn’t your strongest, so you ended up very lonely.

Until you met Xavier. Although he was part of the popular crowd, he preferred solitude. He could spend hours on his own, drawing or painting.

One day, his sketchbook fell out of his bag in botanical class and you were amazed by the close to perfection sketch of your mutual classmate, Ajax. You hadn’t been able to stop the compliment that spilled from your lips. Xavier had smiled, a little shy, and thanked you. The next day, he had made a drawing of you sitting in the courtyard, reading a book.

You never talked to him outside of class…until parents’s weekend. You had been anticipating that day for so long — you missed your parents very dearly —, only to hear from Principal Weems that morning that they would not be coming. Sadness had filled your heart and you ended up crying silently between two shelves at the library.

You weren’t the only student whose parents didn’t come. Some parents, like Xavier’s father, were so busy with their work life that they cared very little about their son’s school event. Unlike you, Xavier didn’t come to cry. He was looking for a book. Except he found you instead.

You spent the whole day together, getting to know each other and talking about anything but your parents and, for the first time in weeks, a smile curled on your lips. Especially when he shared with you his little ability of making his artwork move.

Your friendship tightened over the years, friends turning into best friends. You called each other during summer break, and sometimes visited because September was just too far away. The Thorpe manor was massive and Xavier had his own art studio — which was even bigger than his shed on school grounds.

It was nice to have a friend like him.

But since your last visit, some things changed. Your friendship had developed into deeper feelings — non-platonic feelings. You held back from acting on them because Xavier was freshly broken up with Bianca and hurting. You also didn’t want to be someone’s rebound.

‘’I heard he’s going with Bianca,’’ Wednesday butted in, making Enid narrow her eyes at her.

‘’Only because she asked him,’’ the blonde quickly clarified. ‘’It doesn’t look like they’re getting back together though. Like ever. Xavier’s been very indifferent toward Bianca lately.’’

Enid wasn’t wrong. You hadn’t heard Xavier say Bianca's name in the past two months and you were the second person he spent the most time with — after Ajax. He came to you when he had doubts about the genuineness of their relationships, so he would tell you if he was still into her. Right?

That’s how the plans were made.

‘’That means we’re going dress shopping!’’ Enid grabbed her pink fuzzy backpack, looking at you excitedly. ‘’You need a dress that screams ‘stand back bitches, he’s mine’.’’

*

There weren't many shops in Jericho, so everyone ended up in the same one. It’s gonna be a miracle if two girls don’t show up in the same dress.

The bell above Hawte Kewture dinged as you and Enid stepped in. ‘’The dance committee is suggesting all white to match with the team, but that’s not gonna fly with us. If you want to catch Xavier’s attention and make him see you as something else than a best friend, you need to stand out.’’

‘’I’m not gonna wear bright pink, if that’s what you’re suggesting.’’

You weren’t afraid of colors like Wednesday, but brighter tones and pastels were Enid’s palette. Not yours.

‘’That’s not what I had in mind. Come.’’

None of the dresses you tried were to your liking. Too much tule, too itchy, too plain. You needed something that would make the whole place shimmer, to quote Enid.

Time passed and, around you, your classmates were all finding their dresses. All except you. Even Enid had found hers — a white number with a fluffy collar and cuffs. You were starting to feel defeated.

A sigh left your lips. I'll never find anythi—’’ You cut yourself, catching a velvet fabric smushed between the tule and sequins. You plucked it from the rack and held it before you.

‘’What about this one?’’

Enid stopped flicking through the dresses and turned to you, approval flashing in her eyes. ‘’Yes! This is the dress,’’ she confirmed, squealing excitedly.

*

You and Enid were getting ready for the dance in her dorm, both of your makeup bags spilled and mixed up on her bed. It was a complete mess — and will probably be staining her comforter in some places because of a missing cap on a lipstick and a broken highlighter. Sorry, Enid.

‘’If Xavier doesn't kiss you tonight, he is the dumbest guy ever. I mean, look at you. If this doesn’t push him to make a move, someone else will.’’

But I don’t want someone else, you thought to yourself as you applied a light wash of color to your cheeks.

You didn’t want to be that girl, but to your eyes there was only Xavier.

His sweet smile that never fails to make your heart swoon, those pretty green eyes you want to stare into all day, those lips you were dying to kiss and taste. The way only he knows how to make you laugh when you're sad and the warm hugs you never want to break from. He is always real and honest with you, even if his thoughts are sometimes dark. The speckles of paint on his shirts and sometimes on his school uniform — which he always needed your help to clean —, the late nights sneaking in his dorm to talk about everything and nothing.

‘’Y/N! Are you listening?’’

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts, thankful for the color on your cheeks covering your natural flush. ‘’Sorry. What did you say?’’

‘’You were thinking about him, were you?’’ Enid teased, grinning like a teenage girl in a rom-com.

‘’I was not thinking about Xavier,’’ you denied.

She scoffed. ‘’Liar.’’ Enid held up two lipsticks, asking for your input. ‘’Should I do red or pink?’’

‘’Pink.’’

*

When you entered the room of flashing lights and buzzing music, all eyes turned to you.

All except Xavier’s.

His were too busy staring at the layered white tablecloths while Bianca was talking about god knows what. Before him was an empty glass, telling you enough about the fun he was not having.

You bit back a smile, secretly happy to see he was not having fun with his date.

‘’Ohh, look, Xavier’s there,’’ Enid pointed out in the least subtle way, grabbing your arm and looking right in his direction. ‘’He polished up nice.’’

He was wearing an all white suit with a thin black bowtie and his hair was pulled back, showing off his features. You sucked in a breath, feeling butterflies in your stomach. He looked so handsome — gorgeous.

‘’I’m gonna get us some drinks.’’ You tore your eyes from Xavier and went to the table where the punch was. With luck, someone will have spiked it and it’ll give you some liquid courage for later.

As you were filling the second glass with blue smoking punch, someone came up to your side. By the whiff of their cologne, you knew immediately who it was.

‘’I thought you weren’t coming.’’

His eyes raked up and down your body and you held back a smirk. Your plan was working, the dress was working. It was nothing too revealing. You wanted to get Xavier’s attention, not get sent to your room by Principal Weems.

‘’I changed my mind.’’ You grabbed your other drink and handed Xavier the second one. ‘’Yeti-tini?’’

It was for Enid, but oh well.

Xavier accepted it with a soft dimpled smile and brought the glass to his lips. ‘’You look…’’ He swallowed hard and lowered his eyes while searching for his words. ‘’Beautiful.’’ A light flush covered his cheeks, quickly correcting himself. ‘’I mean, you look great.’’

‘’Thanks.’’ You brought your drink to your lips to hide your smile. ‘’Shouldn’t you be with your date? Bianca seems a little lonely.’’

He glanced at Bianca who was sitting alone at a table, swishing her drink in its glass out of boredom, then drew his gaze back to you. ‘’I’m not allowed to come and say ‘hi’ to my best friend?’’

Best friend. You tried not to wince.

Xavier Thorpe was the king of mixed signals. A minute ago, he was complimenting you and looking at you the way a platonic friend wouldn’t, and now he was calling you his best friend. The words hurt like a knife in your chest.

You shifted your eyes to the dancefloor and faked a gasp. ‘’I gotta go. There’s a girl code emergency. Someone is flirting with Enid and she’s giving me the help signal.’’

‘’Oh. Okay. I…I’ll see you later, then.’’

You walked away with your drink and searched for Enid. The night was off to a bad start.

*

Eventually, you got dragged to the dancefloor. Most songs the DJ was playing were normie modern pop, but you tried to not cringe too much. One would think a school like Nevermore would be into more unorthodox music, but they can’t escape the radio hits.

You were dancing with Enid and Yoko, letting go and having fun between girls when you caught sight of an upset Bianca leaving the dance and Xavier sulking in a chair. Abandoning the girls, you snaked through the crowd of students and made your way to him.

‘’I know you are Nevermore’s tortured artist, but you’re allowed to have fun once in a while. Come dance.’’ You extended your hand, waiting for him to take it.

Xavier raised an eyebrow. ‘’With you?’’

‘’Yes. I promise I won’t step on your feet.’’

He accepted your hand with a sigh and you pulled him to the dancefloor as a better song came up. A sliver of a smile curled on his lips as your back was turned to him, hidden from you.

You swayed close to him, moving your arms, hips and shoulders to the music. Xavier chuckled and followed automatically, dancing as he pleased and fully letting go. He pulled silly moves and even made you twirl, making you both laugh. A perpetual smile etched itself on your face and pieces of hair were coming loose from Xavier's hair tie, forgetting about the people around you.

The music switched to a slow song and you both stood there, not knowing what to do. His eyes flicked down to you, looking at you in a way he never had before. You've never been nervous around Xavier before. He was your comfort person, the only one who you could be unapologetically yourself with. But the way he was looking at you sent nervous butterflies in your stomach.

Your hands shaking from holding back from him. You didn't want him like a best friend anymore. You didn’t want him to touch you like a best friend anymore.

As if he had heard your thoughts, Xavier stepped closer, so close not even a sheet of paper could pass between you. So close you could smell his cologne, a mix of pine notes with a softer undernote. His hands found the courage to rest on your waist, his gentle touch sending electricity through your body. ‘’Is this okay?’’ he asked, gulping as his eyes bore into you, the close proximity making his hands sweaty and causing his heart to pick up.

You nodded. It was more than okay.

‘’Xavier?’’

He hummed, his green eyes shimmering from the mirrorballs hung to the ceiling, reflecting the party lights. You curled your fingers around one of the tails of Xavier’s bowtie, wishing you could undo it and attach your lips to his neck and fastening yourself to him like a stitch.

‘’There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while.’’ He motioned for you to go ahead as you swayed to the slow music. You took a last breath and allowed the words to leave your lips. ‘’I...I don't want us to be friends anymore. I can't keep pretending I'm okay with us being just friends when all I think about when we're together is closing the space between us and kissing you.’’

‘’Like this?’’

Xavier leaned down and when his lips touched yours, all pieces fell into place. You melted into him and slid your hands around his neck, as if you were afraid he would break the kiss and run.

You were both out of breath when you pulled away, eyes filled with desire.

‘’I take back what I said earlier, you look fucking beautiful tonight,’’ Xavier said, his mouth overing over yours. ‘’And that dress— It's killing me.’’ His hands moved up and down your sides while his eyes stalled on the swell over your breasts. He was trying to be respectful with all the chaperon professors around, but his pants were getting a little tight.

There was absolutely no subtlety in the way you and Xavier snuck out of the room to go to his dorm. Your red dress stood out like a sore thumb among all the white.

Your dress hit the floor the moment you made it to Xavier’s dorm and remained there all night. After all, it was the reason you had bought it.

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[fairsexynasty]

request::

super soft cuddle sex with xavier, tired!reader 😍 omg i cant get over it

𓍯˚˖🕷️★🕸️જ — VIGILANTE, (SHIT.)

˚.🖋️◗ xavier thorpe x vigilante-fem!reader

summary: after a hard night of looking over Nevermore and Jericho, on the prowl for a now-loose Tyler Galpin, you come home to your boyfriend, seeking the best of comfort.

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), pnv (unprotected; assume reader can take care of that by herself), cockwarming, somnophilia, consent given to new kink(?)/non-conciousness, tending to wounds, light angst

a/n: went a bit off the rails after an amazing dream i had where xavier was like mj and i was like peter </3

“Please contain me before I roll my face in shards of glass,” you announce as you walk into Xavier’s dorm. Your shoulders droop down as you lean against his door, posture horrendous. It’s been a long day. Cuts adorn your face, the blood mostly dried up— the Hyde had finally gotten his claws on you. You had countered Tyler in an abandoned house at the edge of town, but things went awry when your powers flipped on you. You were too tired, and you got your ass kicked.

Xavier’s eyes trail down from your face, however, to the stain of crimson soaking through your white tee. “Holy shit, babe, it looks like you went swimming in a pool of it-“ he gets up from the bed and runs over to your slouched frame, picking you up in his arms, and setting you down on his bed.

He dashes to the bathroom, and he says something you can’t quite make out through all his rummaging in the drawers— or maybe you’re loosing a lot of blood.

“What was that?” you sound so weak, it’s pathetic.

“I said,” he comes back into the room, holding a first aid kit and a roll of gauze. “I’m putting you on probation.” You looked at him incredulously.

“Xavi. The Hyde will hurt whoever he’s feeling vengeful against,” You hold his hand, caressing his palm with your thumb. “I can’t let anything happen to anyone, especially you. And if I have to sacrifice some things just to make sure you’re safe, I’m willing to do everything it takes.”

“Squeeze my hand.” Though confused, you squeeze your boyfriend’s hand, albeit weakly. He lets out a wet laugh, tears brimming in his eyes as he quickly turns to get sanitation for your wounds. “You’re not going anywhere, until you have all the strength and help you need. I need— I need you to come back to me in perfect condition for as long as I can,” he croaks out. He turns back to look at you, glistening trails running down his cheeks. “You hear me, Y/N?”

You nod slowly, feeling guilty for making Xavier so worried. The wounds are getting to you, so you close your eyes as Xavier patches you up. Your hand moves to thigh and caresses it throughout the process, letting Xavier know you’re very much conscious.

He wipes at blood and dabs anti-bacterial fluid on your wound with shaky breaths. He feels horrible for you, but at the same time, the way you contract upon contact, the soft groans you let out as his actions, he can’t help but think he needs to take care of you to the fullest of his extent. He needs to taste you so it lingers on his tongue and reminds him you’re there with him.

He clears his throat. “‘M done, baby.”

You open your eyes, giving a soft smile to him. Sitting up, you caress his cheeks and trace the dried paths of his tears. “Thank you. You’re so good to me, Xavi.” You place a kiss upon his lips. Once you pull away, you realize he’s straining in his pants. “You’re such a good boy, Xavi,” you whisper against his mouth before meeting his lips in a more passionate kiss, your teeth catching his bottom lip as he lets out a whimper.

Tongue sliding across his lips, you pull your boyfriend’s chin, allowing you to explore inside his mouth, a wet cavern. With each kiss, your core grows warmer and warmer, accompanied by a wetness pooling in between your thighs.

“Wanna take care of you,” he moans. Leaning over your body, he wraps his arms behind your neck, cradling you. “Please, please let me? Need to feel you, please?”

You nod before you start mouthing at his neck, gnawing at the skin lazily. As you drag your lips down to his collarbone, he lifts your hips to take off your skirt, smoothly sliding it off your legs along with your underwear. His fingers drag along your folds, collecting the slick that drips onto his sheets. He lays on his stomach, bending your legs with his hands as he immediately dives in for a taste of your pussy. His tongue parts your folds, slowly retracting and pushing into your hole. He moans upon you raking your fingers through his hair, your eyes slowly closing when he looks up at you. Immediately, he pulls away, thinking you’ve fallen asleep suddenly.

“Keep going, Xavi,” you mumble. “S’ okay.”

“Okay, baby.” Relieved you’re okay with this still happening, Xavier goes back to nestle his face in your pussy. As he licks at your clit, he begins to rut against the bed. You let out soft whimpers and moans, each getting more and more conscious as you head for your release, then Xavier’s fingers come to rub at your clit, lapping at your folds. You cum, with a soft cry, your abdomen contracting.

“Need to feel me, pretty baby?” you ask Xavier, eyes half-lidded. He nods, bashful and needy. “Go ahead, baby.” You give one final nod, yawning after and closing your eyes for the night. Xavier rids himself of his sweats and boxers. His cock is flushed red and is dripping from the slit. He pumps himself a couple of times before sliding into your entrance with ease, your muscles gone lax. He takes a quick moment to look at you. Beautiful as ever, he knows he’s so lucky to be able to have you come home to him no matter where, and to trust him with something so intimate where you hold no control. He doesn’t bother to fuck into you, but instead bares himself wholly inside of you, then lays to your side, pulling your leg over his own. The warmth of your velvety walls are all he needs to know you’re okay, and you’re here with him in the moment.