#xavier thorpe x wednesday addams

[mntalbrakdown]

pocket size - P. Hynes White

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mentions of: height? idk let me know if you find any!

synopsis: percy liked that you are shorter than him

a/n: i’m no longer writing for him so plz no hate!!!!

12 inches. a whole foot shorter. you were 5”2 and Percy was 6”2. he liked how he could tower you. he liked the way you would have to look up at him. he especially appreciated when it was sunny outside because you would have to look up and the sun would catch your eyes making you scrunch your face. he also enjoyed how your hands would be wayyyy smaller than his. but out of all these things, his favorite thing about how short you were was putting his head on top of yours and wrapping his hands around your waist.

You and Percy have been dating for a year. you bumped into him in a pharmacy, trying to develop your film. Percy was waiting next to you holding his camera and you with yours.

“you take pictures” he tries to start a conversation with a girl he found attractive

“yeah, just started with this, I have an actual camera,” you say smiling weakly

“I think you should keep using a disposable camera so we could bump into one another more often,” he says trying to secure a date with you

“or you could just ask for my number” a date you wanted

“would Instagram be included in that bundle” he tried to stalk you, he tried to find out who you were as a person

“or maybe on the other hand I actually don’t have a number” you try to joke

“no don’t be like that” he’s a little flustered now

a few days later after that interaction, you were on a date. after that date led to more dates than asking for you to be his officially. it was nice to have someone to call yours and be excited to hang out with whenever possible.

—-

“ready to head out,” Percy says wrapping his hands around your waist as you’re putting on the final touches of your makeup and hair

“yeah, one second,” you say putting on some perfume that Percy got you during his time in Romania. it was vanilla-scented. your favorite

you were ready to go out on your date. the date was a dinner and you wanted to bet Percy that he was going to move your seat next to his to be able to sit next to you.

right, when you were seated across from each other Percy gets up and moves his chair in the middle asking you to do the same and you did. the thing is that you thought that the distance between the two of you was perfect, but in Percy's eyes he thought differently, he scooted your chair so his practically touched. the whole night after was him with his arm around your shoulder or his hand lying on your thigh.

—-

during car rides, Percy likes to put his hand on your lap. squeezing it and making his fingers dance around. when it was summer he liked how you would dangle your head out the window. how your hair would dance in the wind.

he also liked how in the winter you would bundle up and wear his hoodies because they were so warm but you secretly liked the smell of them. he liked that you would wear the hood and sit on the car seat with yours legs held to your chest because you were so cold.

—-

he never cared about the arts really until he met you. he liked being able to take pictures of you in his bed in a small form but never liked actually making the art. he never learned from the lessons that Netflix made him do.

he liked how you would look when putting your head on his bicep. while you would observe the art. he would have you wrapped around his arms. his head on top of yours. you would talk about all the details of the painting and he would listen nodding and humming in amusement.

one thing the two of you had in common was liking films. every Tuesday heading to the closest AMC theatre. you would watch films and analyze them together afterward.

the theatre had reclining seats and you could move the middle cup holder up so the both of you could cuddle together. and that’s what you did.

every film no matters if it was scary or not you would lie on his chest while he wrapped his arms around you. (the same way you both slept) you liked the way his heart would beat speed up when he would look down on you. you could tell because his head would move around. and you could tell his shit-eating grin was on his face once again.

of course, afterward, you would talk about the film going back to your shared place. he would laugh at your theories of the film. he would play your theories in his head on the way to sleep and they would always make sense.

—-

he also liked baking with you. he liked how you would move around a lot and get the batter on your face somehow. he liked that you had your hair back in a messy style and would have an apron on. sleeves rolled up ready to take on whatever you were doing

“perc! I need your help” you yelled and saw him resting his body on the wall that splits your living room from the kitchen

“what do you need my highness” he bows down

“I need you to get me the pink bowl on the top right cabinet” you point to the thing causing your pissed-off state.

you never understood why he never got you a stool. maybe he liked being of help and being able to be in your bubble while you bake. because he never once got in the way of your work.

he never once let you put the pan into the oven because he was scared you would burn yourself. which never happened when you were on your own.

“why can’t I do it,” you ask feeling like all the work he has done

“don’t want you to get burnt,” he says opening the oven and putting in the pan

“there are mittens for a reason, y’know they aren’t decorations”

“but you look so pretty all healthy and smooth,” he says getting the brown batter from your nose and licking his finger clean

he liked cleaning up with you. playing with bubbles and splashing you with water. he grew in love with your face, he grew to be able to read your facial expressions. enough being said he could read how pissed you were but he knew to not mess around anymore.

waiting for the pastry was enjoyable. he liked waiting on the couch with you. you were in between his legs and your head rested on his chest. you would scroll on your phone and Percy would watch. when the pastry was ready you both would always burn yourselves it was like you never learned. and you would both laugh at each other. but it was enjoyable and you both would finish it in a day.

—-

the get-together was at his place. it was strictly just the cast. they slowly started to pile in through the door. he was excited to be reunited with them. he found the friends that he loved. and you were happy for him. as he greeted everyone he was ready to sit down on the couch and you were close behind. he was holding your hand guiding you to your seat.

another thing Percy was extremely mad about was you sitting on his lap. no matter if there was plenty of space everywhere else. he loved sitting with you. he especially did this when you were laying on the couch watching some TikToks and he would make you get up and lay on top of him. it would make you go crazy and not in a good way. but it made him happy so you let it slide.

“so how long have you two dated” hunter asked

“About two years,” Percy says playing with your hair. twisting it and fiddling with it between his two fingers

Emma was trying to get your attention. she thought you were interesting. she liked the way you probably have a lot to say but just keep to yourself. she knew deep down you were funny because well you were dating Percy.

“what’s something that Percy has done here that no one else knows about,” Emma asks looking directly at you. you start laughing at the thought

“no-“ Percy says trying to hold you from saying it

“he…he sings t swift when he’s bored” Percy tried to cover your mouth before you finished the sentence, but it was too late because what you said was out and everyone was laughing

“so- uh- so who wants to play uno” Percy says trying to move the conversation

wanting to get the Uno cards that were under the coffee table. in a red tin box that once contained chocolates, Percy got you for valentines day. once you got it you were walking to his kitchen. all the seats were taken and Percy put you on his lap. he shuffled the cards and something about that no matter who did it, was attractive. Percy however liked the way your hands made the Uno cards look humongous while he made them look tiny.

“Are you both teaming?” Jenna asked

“should we” Percy whispers in your ear sending butterflies straight to your stomach

“Sure,” you say kissing his cheek and everyone started teaming up.

halfway through the game, Percy has half the deck with him.

“I should've never teamed with you” you laugh at just seeing the cards

“I’ll make us win don’t worry” he had his eyes wide like he was determined. and that he was because he always kept his promises to you.

and by the end of the night you both did. he liked the way your eyes would sparkle with joy that only lit up with winning. how you would wrap your hands around him and laugh.

—-

one thing Percy hated was high heels. it was like they were enemies. you never understood it. it wasn’t like you would get whiny about the heels hurting you. in fact it was the opposite. you would run dance jump all of it and all Percy’s face was saying is how much he hated those things giving you height.

he liked that you would have to tip-toe for him but those were easy access they took one of his favorite things about you. and if he could he would destroy them all.

he liked that at the end of the day, you would dress in his clothes to go to bed. it was practically a nightgown for you. he liked how you would clean your face and make sure you felt clean. he liked the way you would be ready to go to bed and not even act like you didn’t want to be by him. because you did you wanted him to wrap his arms around you because it is reassuring and comforting. and wake up in that same form in the morning.

[danzaloreley]

Indée Fixe

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x harpy!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

“Not at all.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bebx]

Feeling totally normal about Wednesday and Xavier and how smol she is next to him *starts screaming*

[heartandflowerball]

Wednesday text posts

(I'm a multishiper so I did some Wenclair and Wenvier, so please if you don't like one of these ships, don't give hate in the comment.)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

[heavenlyvixen]

This is so dreamy.

[romancedream]

The dove and the raven 🤍🖤

[heyharoldsboo]

Xavier’s wall after he and Wednesday start dating

[insideyourminddddddd]

closer | xavier x wednesday smut

summary: wednesday loses her virginity to xavier lol thats about it. this is the 11th part of my ao3 fic (here). if context is missing to certain dialogue it's because it's a longer series but it is still very readable when isolated. lmk<3 not enough wednesday x xavier smut on here!

Wednesday’s window was freezing cold against Xavier’s bare hands, sending a shock throughout his arm as he knocked twice. In a way, he liked the cold. It made him feel less warm all over, bringing his heart rate back down to speed.

“Come in.” She sounded far away.

Xavier pushed hard, making the circular window swivel and ducking his head under to gain entry. Wednesday’s room looked exactly the way it had when he was last here, asking Thing where she was. He appreciated everything about her side, and loved how much it contrasted to Enid’s. He assumed that Enid was at Ajax’s, that Wednesday had informed her roommate to leave for designated writing time. Or maybe she’d told her the truth, that Xavier would be coming here. Doubtful.

He imagined Wednesday on her first day, unpacking and putting everything in its rightful place, so organized like she always was. He wondered if she’d needed help with her typewriter. It looked heavy, and her hands were so small.

Wednesday was sitting on her bed, still in her school uniform. Xavier had changed into a long black coat with a fleece underneath. He felt overdressed.

“Hi.” Her voice was flat.

“Hey.” Xavier felt like he could barely speak. Wednesday’s eyes were like strings on a puppet, holding him up, controlling where he went and how he felt. He was practically immobilized by her stare.

“You’re so far away.” Wednesday said pointedly. Xavier had said that to her, in their dream.

He nodded, maintaining the bob of his head as he slowly walked toward her. He sank to his knees in front of her, letting her be the taller one, the person who got to look down. Just like their dream, except his hands were now in the pockets of his jacket.

Wednesday sighed. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t want to scare you.”

“It's not you I’m afraid of.”

Xavier blinked, his confusion clear. He took up so much room on her floor. “Your jacket is miles long,” Wednesday added.

“It’s not.”

“Take it off.” She wanted to see more of him.

“No. Tell me what you’re afraid of.”

“Take it off and I’ll consider it.”

Xavier said nothing as he slipped his coat off and threw it on the floor beside him. “What are you afraid of?”

Wednesday took a mental image of him, on his knees in her room in dark jeans and a white fleece and sneakers that were ripping at the soles. For now, she was bigger than him. For always, she was in control.

Afraid. What an awful word when she wasn’t the one bestowing such an emotion onto someone else, when she had to be the person feeling it, and she was. She was afraid of many things - of a person dying before her, of being taken advantage of, of trusting someone who made others lose trust in her, of being touched just to conjure a violent vision. To admit that to Xavier, to be so vulnerable before anyone, it felt like losing. What does it feel like? Tyler had said. To lose?

“What are you afraid of?” Xavier repeated. He reached out timidly, like he was grabbing an expensive glass he was afraid to break, wrapping his hand around her ankle. His fingers brushed the hem of her long skirt. Wednesday could feel the warmth of his touch, even through her socks.

Wednesday blinked once. Feeling his hands in any way, anywhere, lowered her inhibitions to a concerning degree. “I am afraid of being reduced to a pawn in someone else’s game.” She attempted to say this plainly, slightly swinging her ankle so that he gripped harder.

“In whose game?”

“Anyone’s.”

“Say it.”

“Tyler’s.”

Xavier nodded slowly, sliding his hand higher and beginning to move his thumb in circular motions against her calf. There was a flash of fury in his eyes, and she knew it was because she mentioned Tyler’s name. “And you were.”

“Yes, I was.”

“How did that make you feel?” Xavier’s hand was still moving, now resting upon her knee. It was making Wednesday feel woozy, like it wouldn't be so bad to tell the truth after all.

“Uncared for. His feelings were liquidated, falsified, all made up.”

Xavier was crawling closer now, his hand working his way onto her thigh. “That makes me very sad.”

Wednesday’s breath hitched. “If I couldn’t see it then, how could I ever trust anything?”

Xavier’s hand stopped moving, which Wednesday resented. “You have never been reduced to anything in my life. From the second you walked in it, you’ve only been amplified.”

Wednesday kept staring at him on the ground like he was worshiping some God. To Xavier, that’s what she was. She said nothing, silently begging him to keep touching her, to get closer to where she wanted him to be, erasing her thoughts, making her think of nothing but red. The room was silent, quieter than it had ever been. There was no sound of a cello, no dinging of Enid’s cellphone, no pattering of Thing, no clacking of a typewriter - just the white noise that Xavier was, his fast breathing, the space he occupied. Xavier took a deep breath shakily.

“And for the record, even if you think Tyler didn’t care, he would’ve if he’d gotten to know you. It’s impossible not to. And you want to know something else? If you let me in, if you accepted the offer that you know stands, I would make you feel so good about your life that you could see yourself that way too.”

“Then do it.” Wednesday snapped, pushing her body forward so that his hand was resting over her underwear, only beginning to ease the hungriness she’d been attempting to satisfy from the second he walked in wearing that damn coat.

“Do what?” He was almost breathless.

“Make me feel good.”

“Is that what you want?” Xavier began to withdraw his hand, which made Wednesday whine.

“Make it go away.”

“Say you trust me.”

Xavier Thorpe, drawing her perfectly in his sketchbook when she herself hardly knew what she looked like. Xavier Thorpe, buying his first all black cable knit two days after she started at Nevermore. Xavier Thorpe, laying on the floor in his room when she played the cello, closing his eyes so he could feel the sound of her better. Xavier Thorpe, always giving her the benefit of the doubt, the second chance she wouldn’t have had the pride to allow. Xavier Thorpe, shackled in the back of a cop car because of her and only worried that something could happen to hurt her. Xavier Thorpe, swimming across the hot tub, eyes greener than hell with a crooked smile created by cosmically connected dreams. Xavier Thorpe, tying a black bow around a black box holding a black phone for a girl, a girl who she was, who she is. Wednesday didn’t have to lie when she said, “I trust you.”

“Good, baby.”

Xavier’s voice had changed, growing rougher, lower, jumping to his feet and pushing her onto her bed. Her back was already arching when their lips meet, kissing for the first time in real life, and all he was thinking is yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

All five of the human senses were often lost on Wednesday. She didn’t crave food, or a certain candle, or the sound of much aside from her cello. In this moment, she was obsessed with every sense she had. His mouth was her favorite taste yet, so good that she felt like she could get drunk off it. Hearing was favorable, because even the most timid touch of her hand against his back made him moan, which she wished she could hear on a loop. Sight might’ve been the best of all if it weren’t for touch, if it weren’t for the friction in his jeans pressing against her pelvis, if it weren’t for how hard he was and how she was already addicted to it.

It wasn’t like this when she kissed Tyler.

Xavier’s hand reached around her back and lifted her closer to him, which made her gasp. She was brought back to earth by the sudden recognition that was happening, this was reality, this wasn’t a dream. And she didn’t know what to do.

“I don’t know how to touch you,” she whispered.

“You don’t have to touch me.”

Wednesday was flustered, feeling inadequate. “What if I want to?”

Now Xavier was flustered, eyes wide at the thought. He lowered her back onto the bed, putting both his hands by her head so that he was entirely over her. He couldn’t believe that she was real in front of him, that he could reach out and touch her and she wouldn’t disappear. “Then I can teach you.”

“And it will be like archery, me better than you, without even trying.” She noted that she sounded nervous, which was a foreign tone.

Wednesday expected Xavier to scoff, to rebuttal. He just shrugged, laughing softly. “Probably, yeah. You’re good at everything.”

He didn’t wait for her to respond before leaning back in to kiss her, cupping the back of her head and lifting it up so that he could get rougher, deeper. When he bit her bottom lip, Wednesday threw her head back, and Xavier didn’t let go, only biting harder. She loved it.

What she loved more was everything that he was saying. Xavier’s sentences were the opening scene to the removal of another item of clothing, a step closer to the fulfillment of this endless spiraling of want that she felt. Her whole body was pounding.

“I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my life, Wednesday.”

His hands were under her shirt, pulling at the clasp of her bra.

“I think about you all the fucking time.”

He was pulling down her skirt, smiling against her cheek when he felt the lace edges of her black underwear. She tugged at his shirt as he did this, and he pulled it off entirely for her, smiling even bigger.

He was thin, but she liked it. Loved it, really. She could see his muscles and veins and could imagine what he looked like on the inside easily. She reached a hand up to his lower stomach, dragging her fingertips along his skin. This made him suck his breath in, hard.

Xavier couldn’t believe how perfect she was. All she had on was her underwear, and they were so her , which he felt dumb for noticing. I like your underwear, Wednesday, I like everything about you. Her skin was pale, and impossibly soft. He’d drawn her so many times that he was starting to feel like he knew her, but God, he knew nothing. He couldn’t imagine what was before him until she actually was, braids coming undone and cheeks flushed and her hands resting under her collarbones, covering her chest shyly.

He leaned onto his left side, laying next to her as she lay flat and moving his right hand to pull her underwear to the side. This act alone makes Wednesday moan, and she was embarrassed by it, but Xavier didn’t look smug. He looked  wondrous, like he was figuring it all out for the first time too, even if he wasn’t. The truth was, it might as well be the first time, because it’d never felt like this before.

She was already incredibly wet, which makes Xavier feel like he was short circuiting, like someone turned him off and on again. “Tell me if you’re in pain,” he whispered, and he started with one finger, then two.

To Wednesday, nothing hurt. She noted a sensation similar to fire pooling low in her abdomen, and it intensified every time she looked at Xavier’s face, at how he was biting his lower lip, sweat beginning to pool on his forehead and above his mouth. She wanted to lick it off and taste the saltiness of it. Every time their eyes met he pushed his fingers further, and when Wednesday reacted, he felt like he was drowning in some unreal feeling, some degree of bliss.

Xavier bit back a moan. He wanted this to be about her, but it was actually hard not to finish this way, at the fact that his fingers were soaking and stained with Wednesday . He was beginning to feel carnal. The thought of doing anything other than this made him feel dismal. Next to her, with his hands inside her, watching her make strangled noises at his movements - Xavier felt as though this is what he was born to do. This is what he was put on Earth for, to right Wednesday’s wrongs, to make her feel better.

That very Earth stuttered on its axis seconds later, when Wednesday finished, when Wednesday realized, wow, so this is what the fuss was about . She was impossibly loud, arching forward because the convulsions were too much, and when Xavier tried to cover her mouth she bit him, because she wanted everyone to hear. Everything was static and she couldn’t focus on anything at once, at anything but the pleasure coursing through her body. For a second, she was convinced that she would feel this way forever. It was intense and jerking and it was Xavier who gave it to her, who she hoped would give it to her again and again.

“Xavier,” she whispered, feeling his fingers leave her, watching his chest heave. Just like hers.

He moved closer, nuzzling into the crook of her neck and kissing it. “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.” His voice was a murmur, barely audible.

“I want more.”

She felt him smile against her neck, which was a top-three sensation. She wanted him to smile against every part of her body. He reached his hand back down, but she caught his wrist. “More.” With her knee, she sloppily rubbed against his jeans, finding her way to him. Somehow, he was harder than before.

Xavier looked at her for a second, at how red she was. He’d never seen her with this much color. He wanted to, of course he wanted to. He just didn’t want it to be too soon. “Are you a virgin?”

Wednesday was flushed, meek in a way he rarely saw her. “I am.”

Xavier kissed her cheek, overwhelmed at the prospect of doing something with her that no one had gotten to do before. She moved away from him for a second, and he felt embarrassed. He didn’t want to make it a bigger deal than necessary, but it was. It was her first time. He wanted it to be special, to be memorable. He wanted her to feel special. “Are you sure?”

“I am sure.” Wednesday nodded to reinforce her sentiment, touching his dimple with her right hand. He looked happy, genuinely so.

“It may hurt.”

“Ideally.”

“You have to tell me if it hurts, and we can stop and go slower.”

“More.”

Xavier was awkward in his removal of his pants and underwear, shimmying them off. She couldn’t believe that she was getting to see him in this light, breathing in the air of his sweat and mouth and neck and body. Seeing him like this, practically dancing, smiling wide to lighten the mood, she almost wanted to laugh. Later that night, she would write in her journal; tonight we were young and happy and sweaty and disgusting and naked and we were people, in all definitions of whatever a person may be. She loved it. She fucking loved it.

When he got back on the bed, back on top of her, he wrapped both his hands on the respective sides of her underwear. He leaned down to kiss her stomach, right above her belly button, before pulling them off entirely, throwing them across the room. “There you are,” he whispered.

Here I am, she thought. Wednesday grabbed the top of Xavier’s head, yanking at his hair to pull him closer, to line him up with her. She was made frantic by the desire to feel him inside her.

“Be nice,” he said, gritting his teeth.

“Never.”

Xavier held her wrists above her head. She was entirely at his will. “Never,” he repeated.

He entered her slowly, gasping for breath. He was heaving so much she thought he might die, moaning like crazy and they were only just getting started. Wednesday wished she could record it. She was focusing on her new favorite song when she began to feel a sting, deep and tight, like a rubber band snapping. She gasped, different than before, but she wanted him to keep going. The pressure in her stomach, the pressure everywhere , it was building. But soon, it would break.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Xavier was kissing Wednesday’s forehead as he said, his right hand slamming into her headboard. “Fuck.”

It was better than okay. Wednesday loved the pain and the pleasure, the way they mixed when he was fully inside her, when he could pick up speed and thrust into her. Her bed was slamming against the wall, and she was impossibly loud, whimpering and saying Xavier’s name. He was swearing, and he was saying her name even more than she was saying his. She didn't care about the volume or the prospect of someone hearing. She didn’t care about Nevermore, or the world, or other people, or anything that wasn’t Xavier fucking her.

All these years, all the mysteries she’d been trying to solve, all the holes she’d been trying to fill to resolve that nothingness inside her - Xavier had had the key the whole time. She felt like he was putting together the pieces of her body, of her being, one by one. She brought her hand up to pull his hair, and relished in the sounds he made in response. “You’re perfect,” he said, going faster and looking pathetic and fantastic.

Xavier moved both his hands to the side of her face, and was reminded of how harshly he covered his ears in that first dream, where she was tied up. He imagined squeezing her skull, just as he once imagined bursting his own. Sometimes he felt like he liked her so much he could eat her alive. He knew now that even being inside her wasn’t enough to fully quench his desire. His obsession was never ending. Maybe if he crawled inside her, held her heart as though it was his, met her where no one had ever been, maybe then he’d be satisfied, somehow more so than he was now, fucking his muse.

He finished quickly, onto her stomach, and cleaned them both with a tissue from her bedside table. Wednesday couldn’t stop staring at the length of his body, the length of every part of him, missing when their bodies were merged even though that was mere seconds ago. Xavier pulled her blanket over him, calling her beautiful and hot and sexy and wonderful and perfect, perfect, perfect.

For the first time in her life, Wednesday could feel the moment around her slipping away like sand through her fingertips. How warm her body felt, how the sheets were coming off on the bottom left corner of the bed, how Xavier’s hands were still shaking as they touched her, pulling her back in to kiss her more softly than before. She hadn’t known how much she wanted this until it was happening. What else had passed her by, blurred by insecurities and faulted priorities? It was already over. And she felt so fucking alive.

She was sitting up, Xavier’s left arm swung around her lower stomach, and looking back over her shoulder to see him. He was laying there, his hair falling around him, eyes fluttering closed.

“Go to sleep,” Wednesday whispered, as if he needed her permission. Maybe he did.

“Are you going to be here when I wake up?” Xavier’s voice was small and tired. In this moment, everything about him had become smaller, like him opening himself up to her had made him more sizable. He was as big as ever, of course, his feet hanging off of the end of her twin bed, but it didn’t seem that way. Wednesday felt like a snake, wrapping herself around her victim just so she knew how to eat them, just so they could fit perfectly within her. He would be the best meal of her life.

“In my room, yes, I think I will be here.”

“You know what I mean. Are we real?”

Wednesday locked eyes with him, a dizziness coming over her. She knew what he meant, but said nothing, running her hand over his eyes to force them shut. He looked content, more so than maybe anyone she’d ever seen before. Wednesday thought about how he was just inside her, how their bodies were connected on an anatomical level, how his face had twisted in this gorgeous way and it was all because of her. That was beautiful to her, even if it would’ve embarrassed her to say it out loud. Stay inside me forever, she wanted to say. Be there always, so that I can be weak, so that I can want something so bad I’d kill for it, so I can bend at the will of anything other than my selfish desires, so that I can be a human.

[chrissysfilms]

A Brief Interruption, A Slight Malfunction ; A Seersquared Fic 🖤

[eniream]

Can you guys recommend songs that relate to Wednesday x Xavier?

[ungewissen]

OLEANDER // A 2 IN 1 WAVIER / WENVIER PLAYLIST

Wednesday Addams & Xavier Thorpe

o·le·an·der /ˈōlēˌandər/ noun 1. poisonous evergreen that grows along streams and on riverbanks; 2. caution, beware; 3. destiny; 4. endless love 

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[bebx]

Wednesday literally said

[heavenlyvixen]

She smiles with him. It’s canon.

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[insideyourminddddddd]

inside your mind | xavier thorpe x wednesday addams

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pairings: xavier thorpe x wednesday addams

about: “the back of your head is at the front of my mind, soon i’ll crack it open and see what’s inside.” xavier thorpe returns to nevermore after the events of last semester with an obsession that runs deeper than ever. he’s going to do anything for her.

warnings: jealous!xavier, eventually more (#smut), SLOWBURNNNNNNNNN af

part 0 , part 1 , part 2

3.

Xavier was laying in bed, watching the trails of smoke wallowing from his joint as they rose to the ceiling. He was rewarding himself for cleaning Miles’ side of the room, largely by shoving whatever had occupied the space deep into his closet. Miles was supposed to arrive any minute now, but Xavier knew he would have time even after the fact. He was sure Principal Bell would have a long-winded speech to give both him and the parental Atwaters that boasted about the opportunities that awaited Miles at Nevermore. Maybe a tour, too.

Bullshit.

It’s not that Xavier cared if Miles caught him smoking anyway. He had every intention of continuing to smoke in the room regardless of how Miles felt about it. What’s the worst that could happen, expulsion? Xavier had nothing to lose.

Prior to this semester, he hadn’t been into smoking. Ajax had offered in the past, and it wasn’t until recently that Xavier had accepted. By now, he was buying from Ajax and using daily, viewing it as a quarter dose of the antidote he’d yet to find. It took the edge off, even if it was temporary.

Xavier rarely saw Ajax these days, but it was one of the rare friendships that he found to have reciprocal negligence. Ajax seemed to appreciate Xavier’s low expectations and desires, as it gave him more time to spend with Enid. Xavier and Ajax saw each other in the hallways and every other week when Xavier would buy, but aside from that, they largely kept to themselves. Xavier knew Ajax was happy, and Ajax knew Xavier was not - but little could be done to resolve that.

A cold front was beginning to come through, which wasn’t uncommon for March. Xavier had worn his favorite sweater to try to improve his mood in the face of a new roommate, but it didn't work. In fact, he was beginning to feel worse when noticing how loose the sweater had become. He knew he’d lost weight, but was surprised to see how different the sweater felt compared to last semester. He kept pulling the sleeves over his hands and balling them in fists, squeezing as hard as he could.

Smoking didn’t improve his appetite, which had been a goal. Smoking did get rid of his dreams, which hadn’t been a goal but was a much-appreciated benefit if not the newfound driving force for smoking at all. On behalf of his abilities, Xavier had suffered vivid dreams and visions for as long as he could recall. He didn’t want to know what he would be dreaming about without this vice, and assumed it would make reality even more difficult to accept.

Xavier was just beginning to imagine the things he would choose to dream about if he could possibly handle it when his door swung open. Xavier instinctively moved his blunt out of view, only to be met with a laugh.

“You smoke?” Miles raised an eyebrow as he dragged his bags into the room. Xavier noticed that he only had three, and that he was also alone.

“Yeah.”

Miles gave the room a quick once over, looking judgmental. His eyes lingered on Xavier’s myriad of drawings haphazardly taped to the wall. “An artist, I presume.”

“Yeah.”

“And a man of so many words.”

Xavier sat up, quickly gaining the impression that Miles viewed himself as superior. He looked exactly as cocky as he had in his picture. “I’m Xavier.”

“I’m Miles.”

“Where’s Bell?” Xavier asked, reluctance in his tone. His blunt was still lit, and the smell of weed wafted through the dorm.

“Chill, he’s not coming up here. My parents aren’t here either.”

“Why not?” Xavier couldn’t remember the last time a new student had arrived without a band of family members, each one eager to view the prestigious campus that Nevermore advertised.

“They went here. They’ve seen it more than enough.”

Xavier had forgotten that Miles was a legacy, which he also found strange. Before he met Wednesday, he hadn’t known of a legacy who wasn’t enrolled in Nevermore the second they were of age. Nevermore alumni seemed like they would die for the school, and being a second generation student was an honorable distinction. “Fair.”

“Can I get a hit?” Miles moved his bags from the floor to his bed and began to stride over. He was tall, taller than he’d appeared in the Polaroid, but Xavier still had him beat in that department.

“Sure.”

Miles grabbed the blunt and immediately inhaled harshly, gritting his teeth and sucking in as though it was trying to escape. “Not as bad as I expected.”

“Thanks, I guess. I bought it from a kid on our hall.”

“You’ll have to give me his number,” Miles went in for another hit, his eyes fluttering back to Xavier’s wall of art once more. “You got a girlfriend?”

The question took Xavier by surprise. “No, no, yeah, no. I have an ex-girlfriend, Bianca, but, I don’t know, it hardly really counts to me, if that makes sense.”

Miles’ stare flashed back to Xavier quizzically, handing the blunt back to Xavier. “Really?”

“Why would I lie about that?” Xavier looked down, taking a hit himself.

“You think I didn’t notice that photo you drew of Wednesday?”

Xavier turned his head so quickly he felt as though he could’ve broken his neck. “What?”

Miles’ back was already turned to Xavier as he walked back to his luggage. “You have a drawing of Wednesday hanging on your wall.” He said this plainly, which made Xavier feel like his entire body was on fire.

“You know Wednesday?” Xavier internally cursed himself for how small his voice sounded. He should’ve taken that drawing down.

“Childhood friends. Our parents went to school together.”

Friends. Xavier mentally sized himself up next to Miles. He knew that he certainly couldn’t refer to Wednesday as his friend in the current state of their relationship, which was nauseating. Miles seemed much harsher of a person than Xavier, which also seemed to be exactly the type of person Wednesday would desire. Xavier thought back to the mental comparison he’d made between Miles and Tyler, which felt much worse now. He bet when Wednesday met Miles, she’d noticed him before he noticed her. With Xavier and Wednesday, it’d been the opposite.

Miles noticed Xavier’s silence and turned around. “I’m not going to fuck her, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Xavier instinctively stood up, stepping closer to Miles. “Who the fuck said anything along those lines?”

Miles didn’t move. “Calm down.”

“Don’t talk about fucking her.”

“Did you fuck her?”

Xavier could have killed him. This level of anger, this loss of control that he felt, he hadn’t experienced anything of the sort before he met Wednesday. Now, it was a common feeling. His head was spinning at the question, and he found himself unable to answer, which in turn made the answer obvious.

Miles chucked, shaking his head in ridicule. “As I expected.”

Xavier’s cheeks were on fire, and he threw the blunt to the floor before putting it out with his shoe. He didn’t care that it burned through the wood floor, leaving a small black stain. “Look, I just, I just-”

Miles made contact with Xavier in one stride, punching him in the shoulder in a playful way. “Chill out man, I know not to upset the beast now.”

Xavier felt shunned by Miles’ confidence and embarrassed at how little autonomy he held over his reactions. He moved his shoulder away from Miles and retreated towards his bed. Although he hadn’t expected the roommate assimilation to be easy, this was much worse than he’d envisioned.

“Okay,” Miles elongated the word with a sigh. “Speaking of, I’m going to go give her a hello now. Parental obligations, you know?”

Xavier continued his pact of silence, violent thoughts coursing through his mind. He didn’t say goodbye when Miles bounded out of the room, nor did he want to think about how Miles already knew where Wednesday lived. His hands shook as he rattled through his drawer for another piece of rolling paper, wanting to think of nothing, thinking of everything anyway.

authors note: because we all know xavier is jealous x1000000. also yay for an oc moment !