#xavier thrope

[eunoiathewriter]

X. THORPE X F!READER

Sypnosis: Her friends have questions, and he finds amusement in slightly making her flustered in class after hwta hapoend the jught earlier. But Xavier was not gonna drag on much longer. She had already connected all dots.

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"Are you seriously telling me you don't have a single clue as to who could have given you that?" Enid's voice was exasperated as she had yet again tried to see if y/n had any idea who could have given her the necklace they found just the other night. All the moving had been full of the same questions from the blonde, while Thing seemed to get more and more tired of the constant nagging she was doing. 

"No," y/n had a strong, and very reasonable, suspicion. After what had happened just the night before, it was hard for her to believe it was him. The handwriting on the note was also familiar—too familiar to go unnoticed.

"Seriously, you're dealing with someone who really likes you. I mean, they must do if they gave you a whole necklace and somehow got it into our dorm." 

Enid was walking in the middle of the three of them, her arms hooked with both of the two Addams sisters, y/n a bit more okay with it than Wednesday, who had muttered out a few threats. They had just reached the classroom and walked inside to find seats, and today, y/n was determined to sit beside either her sister or Enid, for she knew that when Xavier entered and if he were to sit next to her, he would, as usual, take great pleasure in making her even more flustered. 

"Or a murder." Wednesday stated her case clearly as she released her arm from Enids' grip and found an open seat. y/n didn't hesitate to take a seat right next to her sister, securing herself from having to withstand a cocky Xavier Thorpe. 

"Where should I sit now?" Enid exclaimed, flailing her arms in the air at the two sisters. "Aren't you going to sit next to Xavier as always?" 

"You can sit with Yoko." Wednesday motioned behind them to Yoko, who sat alone and smiled at the blond. Enid shrugged and did not protest, quite content and totally okay with sitting next to Yoko as she was a friend of theirs.

y/n had just taken out the new book she had chosen to read and was about to start on it when she was nudged by Thing. He poked her arm and pointed towards Enid and Yoko, and turning, she found both of them looking at her. She had most certainly not heard what they said.

"What?" 

"Show Yoko the necklace! We found a necklace on her bed yesterday from someone!" Enid was beaming as she motioned towards the chain around her neck, and Wednesday sat turned so she faced her sister and the two girls at the bench behind them. Yoko had only leaned forward on the table to see better, clearly intrigued by what Enid had just said. 

y/n stood up, reaching for the chain that was around her neck. She had it under her shirt, so it was a bit of a struggle to get it up without completely destroying her perfectly made tie. When she finally managed to get it out to show, she leaned closer to Yoko and held out the necklace, refusing to take it off. To be honest, she had put it on almost directly the day before when she found it and had not taken it off, even when sleeping.

Yoko took a close look at the necklace; the pearl that was inside the little cage-like charm moved as she inspected it. Enid had too leaned closer to once more take a look at it and Wednesday just sat and stared. "Who gave it to you?"

"I don't know." Was once more y/n's answer, but this time it was Yoko who had asked her and not Enid. Wednesday cast a suspicious glance at her sister; something didn't add up.

"You don't know?" Yoko was confused.

"No, I just said I didn't." 

"She just came back covered in paint all over, and I had seen the necklace just minutes earlier while looking for my charger she borrowed." The blonde really did all of the explaining. y/n sat back on the stool by her and Wednesday's table but was turned away towards Yoko and Enid; it was still about five minutes till class.

"Covered in paint?" The vampire raised a brow at y/n who, instead of putting the necklace back under her shirt, had pulled it around so the tie of her uniform would hide it; it was less of a struggle to wear it that way.

"Yeah... why were you even covered in paint? Weren't you with Xavier?" Just as Enid said that, Xavier walked inside with Ajax behind him, and the mention of his name made him turn his head.

"Anything I could help with?" Xavier asked while he and Ajax walked and sat down at the empty seats to the left of Yoko and Enid. 

"Yes! Why was y/n completely covered in paint when she got back to our dorm yesterday?" It was obvious to one or both of them, namely Wednesday, Yoko, and Ajax. Ajax had caught Xavier returning to his dorm, also covered in paint strokes and splatters the previous night.

Xavier took a glance at y/n, amusing smirk appearing on his face while y/n gave him an intense stare. "She was being annoying; it was the only way she would shut up." 

"I got you better; you looked worse than I did." That was indeed a fact; Xavier had gotten the worst of it, and Ajax started to nod at her.

"True, you looked as if you'd gotten paint dumped on you." Ajax told him, which made the boy beside him smack his arm, feeling betrayed by his own friend.  

"Seriously?"

"What? I'm just being honest, man; she got you good." Even though it was not the kind of payback that Wednesday would go for, hers being more brutal, she turned to y/n who blinked at her sister. She received a nod from Wednesday, as if it were a good job nod; it was well received and sufficient to demonstrate that she cared.

Enid had held out her hand for a high five as a way of saying "good job" to y/n. For a second, she just looked at the outstretched hand towards her before everting her eyes back to the blond, who motioned for her to give her a high five. With a sigh, and just the tiniest roll of her eyes, she did as her friend wanted. It was a bit silly of her to high-five over something like being able to get more paint on Xavier, but it made Enid happy, so.

As y/n turned to see how long it was till the teacher would be there, Xavier took the chance at hand to try and see if she was wearing it. Trying to spot the chain around her neck was hard, but when he looked a little closer, he could see the silver chain and that the charm was hidden behind her tie. It made a smile pull at his lips, and she wore it. He glanced at Thing, who sat on Wednesday's shoulder; the hand noticed and gave him a quick thumbs up, which was only noticed by Ajax. The gorgon looked perplexed, but Xavier didn't explain why Thing gave him a thumbs up.

"Hey, y/n got a new necklace yesterday!" There was just something about Enid that made her feel the need to tell everyone about it. At the boys' mention of it, y/n turned with a murderous look in her eyes towards the cheery girl. She loved Enid, but holy hell did she unknowingly feed into Xavier's ego.

"I do not believe everyone is in need of knowing that, Enid." It was Wednesday who told the girl off.

"Well, my bestie has a secret admirer who got her a necklace; that's cute!"

Oh yes, this was exactly what Xavier found enjoyment in. While Y/N sat and had all five look at her, she was very uncomfortable with all the attention. He was playing along and acting a little shocked, as if he didn't know anything.

"It is a necklace; there is no need to make it something bigger." 

"Why are you wearing it if it's just a necklace, as you say?" Curse Yoko for always noticing the very small yet fatal flaws in certain things.

"It looks good, and I guess I appreciate the gesture." As usual, her face did not show much emotion, but her tone was a bit more questioning than confident. Though for Xavier, it was always her eyes that told the truth, and they said she did appreciate the gesture. 

"Well, he's a lucky man then," Xavier stated so as to sound interested and not suspicious, but it made y/n turn to him.

"How do you know it's from a guy? It could be a girl, because you make it sound as though you know something." y/n pointed it out to him, which made Xavier open his mouth to say something but then close it as he gave up. He was shaking his head slightly at her while all the others were watching them interact.

Before anyone could say anything, the teacher entered the classroom, calling for everyone to get to their seats and open up their books. Xavier clicked his tongue at Y/N, who only gave him a fleeting glance before turning to do as the teacher instructed. Without shame, he could see her pull at the chian around her neck, making it a little more visible.

She did not notice, but others did notice the way he looked at her. The people behind or Ajax beside Xavier could see the way he looked at her. He would look forward and show he was focused on the lesson, but as soon as the teacher turned, his focus would be on y/n who listened intently to the lesson while fiddling a little with the necklace. 

He was enamoured with her, and sometimes it was just silly how much he did like her. Some would say he was whipped and that she had him wrapped around her little finger. But he honestly couldn't remember how he got to this point or how he fell so in love with her. Sure, that day when they were waiting for their friends just about a week ago and she truly did smile seemed to have something to do with it. But he knew that. When it came to just a week ago, he had no clue about that.

Maybe it was the way she could sit and just listen, not say a word, and somehow still show she cared. It could very much also be how she actually trusted him; if he said something about someone (like Tyler), she would think the same, standing by him. Or perhaps it was the way she had begun to show more of herself after they had known each other for a while. She let her mask of an expressionless and emotionless person drop, slowly showing him her real self. Maybe that was what he loved so much.

He knew that she had figured it out. She was too smart not to. So why wait any longer.

——

Everything was a blur. How had it all escalated this fast? Only about a week ago, this was not a thing. Xavier had not been so adamant about making her flustered around other people. A week ago, they had just been y/n and Xavier, the two who were seen as an odd pair of friends. 

Sure, y/n had figured out about a month ago that she felt just a bit more than friendship for Xavier, but she had kept it to herself. However, there were certain things she let him in on a bit more, such as when she let him see a bit more of her without her facade when they were alone. She found that, unlike people in the past who would use her for the heck of it and make her feel bad, Xavier did the opposite. He let her be who she was and did not care; he did not ask her to change, and he did not make her feel as though she couldn't show her true self without then being betrayed.

And then yesterday, it felt right when he drew her back toward him instead of letting her go when she wanted to, hands on the sides of her face, caressing with such gentleness as if she might break. The way he looked at her was as if there were nothing else in the world, no one else in the world, and no one but her. She was very familiar with that look, all thanks to her parents. 

Right then and there, she wanted to just stay forever. Standing close to him and just being able to stare into his green eyes forever. She liked the way her heart fluttered around him; it made her finally feel alive and not just dead on the inside. 

It was all just so easy—so, so easy.

y/n took a sip at her tea, continuing to think with the sound of Wednesday writing on her novel. The tapping sounds of her sister's typewriter, not one she annoyed herself  mixed with some light music coming from Enid's side. The blond laid on her bed and looked through her phone; all day y/n just sat on her bed with a mug of tea in hand and stared into space. 

"Do you still not have an idea of who gave you the necklace?" Endi broke the silence, and y/n actually contemplated telling her friend the truth but then realised how bad an idea it was.

"No."

"Awh man, I really wanna know who gave you it!" Enid sighed and sprawled out on her bed. y/n hummed at her just as there was the sound of a knock.

All three girls turned their heads, even Wednesday, who was currently on her hour of writing, and she was also the first to stand and walk towards the door. She muttered something about how it seemed people always knocked on their door when she was writing.

She went back to staring off into space, not expecting anything specific and thinking it would most likely be Ophilia or Yoko, but oh, how wrong she was.

When Wednesday opened the door, she was met by none other than Xavier Thorpe. She blinked twice as she looked up at him, narrowing her eyes at him. "Is there anything I could help you with?"

"Ehm yeah, is y/n there?" The sound of his voice made y/n furrow her brows and place her tea on the nightstand beside her bed. 

"y/n, it's Xavier." With that, the gloomy girl went back to her writing, and soon y/n was the one standing in front of him.

"Hi," y/n couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Hey, could we talk?" With a glance behind her, Xavier could see Enid perk up at his request, and Wednesday turned her head almost like an owl toward them. Both others were looking at him with suspicion. "Somewhere we can be alone, maybe."

With a glance behind her, y/n understood what he meant. "Ehm okay. Yeah, sure." She didn't need to tell her sister and the werewolf she was going; they were both watching, but now they were watching Xavier.

Once she moved and closed the door, out in the hallway, Xavier wasted no time in taking a hold of her hand. It was not as bold a move as the one he pulled the day before, but it was enough to make y/n take a breath and calm her heart a little. 

Without saying a word, he began to pull her down the hallway towards a more remote part of the dorm level of Nevermore. The tower stairs up to the attic in one of the towers were somewhere no one ever went. It was a bit away from the dorms, which would give them privacy.

Gnawing at the inside of her cheek, y/n hesitated for a second before she slowly let her hand close around his, seeing him just move his head to look down at their hands and then focus back on navigating his way around. 

Finally reaching the stairs up to the tower, he stopped, his back still against y/n who very lightly held onto his hand. Looking around and up to see the tower stretch high above y/n switched which hand was holding Xaviers so she could walk around him and just go up the first step of the stairs. 

It made Xavier gaze at her, no longer having the willpower to act all cocky and do or say something to make her flustered. He just wanted to enjoy watching her.

"I don't think there's much I need to say; you're too smart to not have already figured things out." Xavier started off, causing y/n to turn. She was a little taller now that she was on the third step, but not tall enough to not need to look up at him.

"And I thought you had taken me here to kill me." y/n spoke while looking out a window from the tower, seeing the whole schooground.

"You are... unbelievable." Xavier smiled, running a hand through his hair as y/n finally faced him, their eyes meeting. 

"I just..." He trailed off, catching sight of the necklace. It was now on full display, as she did not hide it with her uniform, seeing as both of them had long since switched to casual clothing.

He looked down at it, taking it gently up and twirling it around in his hand; for once, it was him who was more flustered than her. For once, it was the way he could feel her look at him that made him flustered and not the other way around. 

"I thought it would suit you; it does." He whispered, letting go of the charm on the necklace, looking back into her eyes, and for once, her walls, her facade, were completely down. 

Just like the night before, he put his hands on the sides of her face, and even if she was a bit higher now than yesterday, she was still shorter. When she noticed a bit of his hair was falling in his face, she leaned a little extra into one of his hands and brushed his hair away from his face so she could see him better. Her whole insides were full of butterflies, which were flapping hard against her abdomen. 

"You don't have much to say, do you?" Xavier chuckled as y/n just looked at him, not saying anything. 

"I like it."

"Really?" There was a hint of amusement in his voice, which made her roll her eyes and lean forward, her forehead hitting his chest.

"I will mutilate you in your sleep." She threatened to the fabric of his t-shirt, but that only elicited another chuckle, and she could feel his chest vibrate as she did so.

"No, you won't," Xavier said, lifting her chin to see her face; her hands rested on his waist to keep herself steady.

And there they were, both seeing what they liked the most. He could see her smile, and she could see the look in his eyes that she adored. Without hesitation, Xavier leaned down and finally connected their lips. 

Even if the tension between them over the past week had told them both enough about each other's feelings, the kiss was pure bliss, soft and sweet. Xavier could feel her lashes against his skin when her eyes fluttered shut, his heart swelling, and he just couldn't help but smirk into the kiss.

Pulling away to rest their foreheads together, both in need of air, she could feel him stroke his thumb along her cheekbone, just as he had done the day before. Her entire being was flustered once more as Xavier opened his eyes and looked into hers.

"Enid will strangle me to death just by hugging me if she gets to know about this," It was a thought she happened to say out loud, not meant for Xavier to hear.

"Mhm, but if you don't go back, she doesn't have to know till later."

[mntalbrakdown]

pocket size - P. Hynes White

masterlist

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.

[velvrei]

baeeee xavier x dom!vampire!reader smut where he begs reader to bite him or smthn 🫶🫶🫶

that’s actually such a good idea! I GOTCHU

..

bite me

pairing : xavier thorpe x reader

summary : reader is a vampire and sub!xavier begs the her to bite and help him

warnings : sub!xavier, smut, biting, begging, grinding, dom!reader, xavier c0mes in his pants (yes)

nsfw below the cut .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

xavier was always one to beg. especially when it came to you. no matter what you’d do, say, show him, he would still be absolutely in love with you. even that’s an understatement.

that’s why it was no surprise when he turned movie night into his begging hour.

you had just finished watching the scream series and it was around 1am, and now as you looked for the next movie he was in your ear whispering whatever dirty thought came to mind in attempt to distract you and make you stop everything to give him what he wanted.

“baby, you know how much i love you?”

“you look so pretty tonight, my love.”

“how about we ditch the movies and have our own fun”

the flirtatious words quickly turned into begging.

“baby, i want you so bad”

“y/n, i need you”

“fuckkkk, y/nnnn”

“i’ve been so good”

you were doing pretty decent on your attempt to ignore him but he quickly got your attention.

“let’s try something, new. please.”

once you heard that you grabbed the hand that was on your thigh before he could move it and turned to him. “try what, exactly?”

you had thrown on halloween ends which is one you and xavier had seen many times, and now you were making intense eye contact and trying to read his cute expression.

“i want you to bite me. please, baby, i have literally had dreams about this moment and i just want to make it real life. i will literally pay you-”

you laughed and then the realization hit. he wanted you to bite him? “how so, my love?”

“literally anyway you want and i’ll be done for. i’m begging you, baby.” his tone was a cute amount of need and his voice was low and raspy sense it was late and past his bedtime.

he went to beg again but you quickly shut him up, smashing your soft lips onto his plump ones.

he whined as he felt your leg swing around his body so you were completely straddling him.

you continued kissing his needy lips, feeling how hard he was under you and he began to grind his hips against yours.

“like that, baby? that feel good?” your words send him into a low whine as he dramatically threw his head back against the couch, exposing his full neck.

you took your chance and gently bit down on his neck, you felt his hips buck up to yours, he made a whining sound and he felt so hot and sweaty even though much hadn’t been done.

“fuckkk,” his moan was so loud it almost echoed.

you continued biting and leaving marks all over his exposed neck, xavier couldn’t help but pant and groan and his noises just went straight to your core.

you could tell he was getting close just from the small gestures you have made, and he was fully ready to just let go.

“i’m gonna come baby, oh god oh god,” you bit his neck once more and felt his hips buck up, and watched with a huge smile as his whole body spasmed and a wet patch formed in his pants.

he moaned and you pushed some of his hair off of his sweaty face.

“good job, baby. you did so well.”

<3

[peachywritesstuff]

Ghostface!Xavier headcannons

Warnings:mentions of stakking,killing(duh),a little of soft! yandere!Xavier, Xavier taking "I will kill for you" to the next level.this ended up being hella long. I got carried away

When the killings first start. You obviously don't know Xavier was behind them. And he make sure you didn't know either.

He was very good at keeping the whole thing a secret.

Like you never suspected your sweet boyfriend to be the one behind the murders.

But... who said he was doing it alone?

Cue Ajax and Xavier killing victims together.

Xavier would do prank calls to his victims.

Fucks with them for a while before killing them.

And he kills all his victims in different ways so whenever the police would find a body it would look completely different then the last body they found

There was times he would come back bruised or a little bloodied(not his blood) from his victims fighting back,but he just say that it was just paint or he went a little to far in fencing.

Now on to you.

You were his sweet precious baby,and he wasn't gonna let anything happen to you.

And he is definitely not afraid to kill for you that's for sure.

He would watch you from afar and make sure you got to where you were going safe and sound.

So the guys that would bother you? Suddenly they end up missing. The guy that was flirting with you? Babe,he dead in a ditch somewhere.

If a guy decides to hurt you? Oh Xavier sees red and goes fucking crazy.

I mean look what happened with Rowan.

He.got.fucked.up

But anyways back to you.

He didn't mean to kill Rowan infront of you.

He just saw red when he saw what he was doing to you. He didn't see or hear anything else. The only thing on his mind was to kill him

He didn't stop stabbing the fucker until he heard your cries.

And as much as he enjoyed watching him choke on his own blood he hated to see you so hysterical

It broke him to see you cowering beneath a tree,covered in Rowan's blood,and shaking like a leaf.

His heart shattered when he saw the look on his face when he took his mask off.

That look alone almost made him want to stop the killing. He never wanted the love of his life to look at him that way ever again.

Keyword: Almost

He approached you so cautiously,like a scared little animal that he was afraid would run away.

And you tried.

He caught you very quickly and dropped the bloodied knife to the ground when kept starting it and crying even more.

You tried to push yourself away from his embrace but he held you tighter. Rocking you side to side as you sobbed in his arms.

You were shaking so bad he thought you never stop.

He carried you back to his shed leaving Rowan's body behind,and you were quiet as a mouse.

No he didn't forget the knife,his mask,or his camera. He wasn't stupid.

Still in a state of shock.

You flinched when his hand reaches up to wipe to wipe Rowan's blood off you and he paused and gently grabbed your face with his hands.

"I would rather die then to ever hurt you baby." He looked deep into your eyes. Filled with so much love,and sincerity. How can these hands who have killed countless people,hold you so gently? Like you were a proclain doll?

You were still sitting there in shock and disbelief.

Everything seemed to make sense now, times he would disappear and come back late at night,the "red paint" that was on his clothes.

When you saw him killing Rowan... he was an entirely different person and it scared you so much

The boy you knew since you were 14 was a ruthless killer and never thought you would use Xavier and serial killer in the same sentence.

"Do you like it?" Xavier made eye contact with you. "Killing." He looked down at his feet,his legs beginning to bounce.

"Yeah," his voice cracked a little. "Yeah I do."

You let out a shaky exhale at that.

He admitted that he was the one that killed Tyler and some of the other previous victims

He decided to leave out Ajax for now

Yall sat in silence for what seemed like forever. Him looking at you and you avoiding looking at him.

You asked out of the blue if he would ever thought of killing you and he practically yelled out a 'no'.

After witnessing the murder of Rowan.You never fully got use to him being Ghostface.

Obviously you never told a single soul

Wednesday is suspicious

But yall's relationship dynamic changed after that.

Xavier was surprised that you decided to stay with him even after that happened. I mean, after the talk in his art shed,you ignores him for a week. He thought the relationship was as good as gone.

Xavier didn't throw everything at you all at once which you were thankful for.

Because it took you months to be comfortable with your killer boyfriend's schedule.

At the beginning you felt so much guilt. Knowing who the killer was but not saying a word about it.

But it was the love of your life,you couldn't just rat him out and leave him in a prison to rot for the rest of his life.

I mean look at Wednesday's family

With all that being said,let's talk about when you do feel comfortable about the whole thing.

Now,Xavier is very deeply,in love with you. Think him as Gomez really.

He can and will kill for you

So if you were making it known you wanted someone dead or just bluntly say it then that person would end up being dead by the next morning.

No questions asked.

You also may or may not have developed a knife kink or a hand kink over the process of a few months.

And Xavier takes a full on advantage to that.

Xavier will literally drop dead if you want to join in on the killing.

He would die a happy man.

[gmarseln]

Excuse the god-awful editing.

[badly-shuffled-deck]

every friend group should include

[ghostlynachopanda]

For you

a/n: my friend said I'm starting to gain obvious muscle so like big happy :)) there's no hope for my sleep schedule, I wrote this one at 4am lol. it's short but enjoy this one pals

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

words: 1.1 k

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Wednesday was annoyed. She has watched Xavier follow you around like a lost puppy all day. The urge to dismember him grew every time he leaned close to you in class. The desire to cut off his tongue grew when he said something that made you laugh. An urge to kill him came to a head when she saw him smirk at her when your full attention was on him. Wednesday didn't see a problem if he were to disappear or simply die.

You normally enjoyed your free period. It was time you got to spend alone with Wednesday throughout the day. You two could just sit in the library and read a book or sit in the quad and softly talk about whatever came to mind. But you couldn’t, Xavier was there this time.

For some unknown reason, he has been around you all day. Sure, he's nice company but only to an extent. You could only handle so much of him before getting tired, and you reached that point a long time ago. You were just being nice at this point, not wanting to hurt his feelings. So when you saw Wednesday sitting for you at your usual table in the quad you couldn't help the relieved smile that made its way onto your face.

You walked over to her and took your normal spot across from her. You're putting your bag down and start, "You wouldn't believe-"

You're cut off by someone suddenly claiming the seat next to you. You didn’t need to look to know who it was. The irritated look Wednesday wore was enough to know it was Xavier. A voice that grew annoying hours earlier spoke, "Hey guys, what’s up?"

"What are you doing?" Wednesday asked, anger laced in her words.

"What's it look like?" he responded throwing an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into the side of his body, "I'm hanging out with a couple of friends,"

Wednesday's eyes looked positively murderous. Her fingers twitched to dislocate his shoulder, push his arm off you, to pull you to the open seat next to her. She watched you closely. You were tense, obviously uncomfortable, but you weren't doing anything about it.

"Move your arm," Wednesday said threateningly.

"What?" Xavier asked, confused.

"Move your arm if you want to keep it," Wednesday replied, fury easily read in her tone.

She watched as he chuckled awkwardly before slowly returning his arm to his side. She watched you ever so gently sigh and sag your shoulders. An unpleasant silence surrounded the three of you, no one willing to break it. You looked up to meet Wednesday's gaze and saw her signal to the seat next to her.

You perked up a bit at the implication, quickly standing up to move to the other side of the table. As you reach for your bag a hand reaches to grab yours, stopping you in your tracks. You hardly have time to register the hand on your arm before it's gone. Looking up to find Wednesday bending Xavier's wrist at an odd angle, no doubt hurting him.

"You must not value your hand," she said lowly, eyes wide with homicidal intent. All he can manage is a small yelp before she's putting more pressure on it.

"Dude, let go." Xavier says, going ignored by the two of you.

She looks to you next and says, "I'll kill him for you,"

Xavier's hand starts to wiggle, trying to lessen Wednesday's grip. All it does is cause her to tighten her grip, "Let me kill him for you,"

"Let go of me," Xavier said weakly, his voice tight with pain. Now fully pulling his wrist to get away from her, she doesn't budge. Wednesday never once took her eyes off you, waiting for your answer.

"Wednesday-" you start but are cut off.

"He touched you, made you uncomfortable. Let me kill him," she said browbeating.

You see Xavier looking at you with helpless eyes, looking for you to do something. The look causes you to shake your head, not wanting to get in the middle of this. Either answer will anger the opposite person, but having Wednesday be arrested for murder is far worse than an annoying Xavier.

"Let him go Wednesday," you said softly, seeing her eyes widen with something akin to betrayal. She scowls before turning to him and saying, "Touch her again and she won't be able to save you."

You see relief cross his face before pain quickly overtakes it and the quiet air is disturbed by a peculiar pop. She releases his wrist then, watching in satisfaction as it reddens and starts to swell. Xavier stands and cradles his wrist before looking at Wednesday, "You're fucking crazy" he mutters while angrily brushing past her.

You both watch him leave, making sure he wouldn't come back. When he is no longer visible she turns to you, "Why didn't you let me kill him?"

"Murder charges aren't going to look good on your record," you replied.

"I already have attempted murder on there," she mutters under her breath.

"I could easily get away with murdering him. No one would even notice his absence" her answer makes you shake your head.

"Still, murdering someone seems excessive"

"Not when that person obviously made you uncomfortable," she said as if it was common sense.

"Wednesday.." you rebutted, reprimanding in your tone.

She looks at you for a moment, seeing the resolve in your eyes. It appears you wouldn't let her kill anyone for your sake. How unfortunate. Wednesday looks down at the grass before asking, "Are you alright?"

The question makes you want to chuckle, she just seemingly broke his wrist just because he made you uncomfortable. You ask, "Why did you do that?"

"I simply left him with a parting gift. He'll remember to keep his hands to himself next time," she says evenly, eyeing you to make sure you weren't uncomfortable or uneasy.

You look down at the grass, shyly smiling while shaking your head, "Let's not jump the gun next time, okay?"

"I didn't 'jump the gun', I acted accordingly. No one should be allowed to make you uncomfortable or touch you so casually." she said factually.

"That is still not a reason to harm a classmate," you refuted.

Wednesday clenched her jaw and drew in a breath. She would kill for you, even if you told her not to. It just wouldn't be in front of you. She looked at you, eyes narrowing slightly, "He would've done it again if I didn't do anything."

"I know that, but there are other ways to handle a situation like that."

"Of course, murder."

"Wednesday, no"

tags: @alexkolax @rainbow-love4ever @o638 @tundra1029

[theg4ycousin]

No, but can we talk about how when Enid asks the rest of the Nightshades where Wednesday is after she comes back from the woods and no one knows what to answer to her, and they all look away, she immediately looks at them with pure disgust.

Like, Enid's look is completely heartbroken for a couple of seconds, but then she looks at all of them with hatred, as if she was trying to ask how could they leave Wednesday alone?!

Here, let me show you ->

First, she steps away from Ajax and just there is so much incredulity and disgust in her eyes.

And then she just looks away for a second, and you can see the hope in her eyes as if she just wishes for Wednesday to somehow appeared through the gates.

And when she actually sees Wednesday, she first steps closer in disbelief, afraid that her mind is playing her tricks or something, but then - once she confirms that it is indeed Wednesday - you can feel the happiness and complete relief irradiating from her.

And don't even make me talk about the hug and the reaction from everyone in the back.

Like the sheer happiness and love that Enid and Wednesday show in that scene, and everyone in the back just smiling softly at the both of them and not really making eye contact, as if feeling they are intruding in a private moment (and let's face it, they are. Wednesday would never let her guard down in front of the whole school if it wasn't for the emotional and physical trauma she just went through).

Here, let me show you what I mean again ->

Like, see in the back how Yoko and Xavier are smiling softly and looking at the ground, and Ajax is also smiling.

And Divina's soft smile and Kent's grin.

And here, Yoko smiling happily because Enid is her best friend, and she loves her, and she loves seeing her friend happy. But also Ajax looking at who I think is Xavier, like smiling softly but also a little bit resigned? As if he knew that Enid and his relationship is not going to last much longer.

AND WEDNESDAY CLOSING HER EYES AND BREATHING DEEPLY WHEN SHE HUGS ENID, AND ENID MAKING THE HUG TIGHTER AND ALSO CLOSING HER EYES AND SIGHING.

The point of this post is to show that Emma Meyers, Jenna Ortega and the whole cast are amazing actors, and they know what they are doing.

And also --- Wenclair endgame.

*Disclaimer -- special thanks to Netflick on Youtube for providing the scene :)

[queer-rose]

Eugene: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions.

Bianca: Ridiculous. Give me some examples.

Eugene: Bees?

Xavier: Terriers?

Enid: Wednesday.

[prefer-to-be-vilified]

[tadashisdisaster]

💙𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 ~ 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫

CWˏˋ°•*⁀➷

just Xavier being a simp, slight fingering, unprotected sex, soft sex, hand pinning, praising, body worshiping, some fluff, no aftercare bc idk, morning sex, breeding kink (if you squint),❕MINORS DNI❕

AN~ tell me why i’ve been simping over guys with long hair, and seems to have mental issues? Anyways here’s a Xavier ff for you thirsty Xavier fans out there. Something that came to me while watch the ball drop. Happy New Years🎉🍻

Xavier has always been an early bird, considering his usual early morning sketch routine.

He slowly sits up in bed, stretching his long arms then resting them in his lap as he looks out the window. Golden hour was his favorite time of day. The way the soft hue of yellow shined down in the most aesthetically pleasing way.

He especially loved the way it looked on you right now. The fat tears that rolled down your cheeks looked like tiny crystals falling down your face. Your hair was a little messy, and your eyes were closed making your pretty lashes touch your pink cheeks.  You looked so ethereal sitting there underneath him. “God, you look so damn pretty y/n…” you clench around his cock making him grunt in your ear. “Fuck, yeah just like that.” You claw at his back as he sucked hard at the nape of your neck. You run you fingers through his hair and tug softly.  Something about this time of day made things seem more intimate to him. His slow thrusts made you see stars as he hit that one special spot in you. You move your hands to his shoulders slowly moving down to his chest then back up again. “You’re so perfect…” Xavier gently grabs your hands, he pins both of them to each side of your head and interlocks his fingers with yours. He picks up his pace making you arch your back. You whimper as Xavier kisses your lips bringing you over the edge.

“W-wanna cum inside this pretty pussy yeah?” You nod your head as you feel thick ropes of cum shoot inside your tight cunny. “i love you so much y/n.” He pulls out and kisses down your body.

Xavier watched his and your cum spill out of your leaking cunt. He shoved his fingers into your breeding hole and slowly pumped in and out making sure his cum stayed inside of you. He pulled his fingers out leaving you to feel empty.  Xavier grabbed his phone from the bed side table and snapped a picture. You looked so shiny and so angelic. He truly loved Golden hour but he loved you best.

[eunoiathewriter]

X. THORPE X F!READER

Sypnosis: The truth is always revealed, one way or another. No matter how small or how big a secret is it can cause riffs between friends, especially a secret like his.

Word Count: 3.9k

One second she had been running, flag in hand and determined to win, and the next she had turned, and there he sat on the ground, foot hurting, his team's flag laying about a foot away from him. He had fallen, and on the inside, she was laughing evilly at it. Karma was apparently real.

If she had not been irritated with him and had ignored him for the past three days, y/n would have without doubt gone to help him, but as of now, it was only amusing to see him in some kind of pain. She didn't want him to hurt that badly—she didn't want him to hurt the way he used to when his father wasn't around, like when they were younger—but having him have an ankle that hurt and made winning the Poe Cup possible was something she enjoyed.

In the mere time of two weeks, he had just suddenly snapped at her five times, all because she was asking how he was doing. She had replayed the past month in her head to try and find the reason behind his behaviour, but nothing made sense. There had not been one instance where she had said or done something that would cause him to react in such a way.

The catch, however, was that just the day after his outbursts at her, he would simply act as if he hadn't just snapped at her. In the beginning, she told herself that it was just Xavier having a bad day and shrugged it off. But when it happened a third time—and then a fourth time—that's when she slowly became more and more irritated with the way he was acting.

The fifth time was when she snapped back, which was three days ago. Since then, y/n have refused to talk, look, or even be in the same room as him, until now.

She looked down at the flag in her hand, debating what to do as she cast her eyes towards the way to the boats. Running back to the others would have been easy; they would win without any problem. Leaving Xavier there with a hurt ankle and the sirens already out would mean a secure win.

But she wanted to help. Even though she had cut herself off from him for the time being, she knew he was still her friend.

Beams of the sun tore their way through the spaces between the leaves, successfully shining into her eyes as she looked towards where the canot was. Despite it being autumn, it was still pretty warm and beautiful outside—not yet the cold, rainy, and depressing kind.

When she heard the hisses of pain and flurry of curses coming from his mouth, her eyes fell closed with an exasperated sigh. Her hands landed on her hips as she turned to him, her team's flag still in her hand.

For a moment, she just stared at him, taking in his looks. The clown makeup obscured his features, making it hard to read his face as the mind became fooled by the painted-on, wide smile. If she had to express her thoughts on Xaviers' team's costumes, she would say they were moderately bad, but they looked okay—not great, but okay.

"Stop complaining." y/n sighed as she begrudgingly kneeled down by his foot, placing her team's flag next to her, which earned her a questioning look from Xavier.

He winced when she gently touched the swollen part of his ankle. He knew she was not too fond of him as of now; his constant apologising for how he had been acting told him that much. The tired look in her eyes as he tried to apologise all those times told him just how over it she was.

"What are you doing?" He finally asked, watching as her movements halted for a second before she continued her inspection of his hurt and probably sprained ankle.

"Checking your ankle." That was the simple answer he received from the other party as she tried to estimate the severity of his injury. It did not seem to be that bad as he could apparently move his foot, but it seemed to hurt, judging by the way his face contorted whenever she tried to move his foot a little.

"Why? Ow, hey!" Xavier exclaimed loudly at the pain from his ankle when y/n were being all but gentle.

"If you stop squirming like a baby, it won't hurt that much." If she looked up, he was sure she would glare a hole into his skull.

"That much." Xavier poked, but when y/ns eyes rose from his ankle up to meet his with a glare, he held up his hands. "Okay, I'm quiet."

There was a pang of guilt hitting him; of course, it had hit him many times during the past two weeks, but it seemed to hurt more now when she refused to even look at him for a longer period. He knew he had messed up badly.

y/n had always had a mellow personality; most of the others at school considered her to be more mature. She was not short-tempered and gave in to her anger in the same way others would, refusing to ever speak immaturely about others—that is, calling them names or talking about people behind their backs. She was just that genial, preferring smiles over frowns.

But now, now she was glaring, speaking with a sort of harshness in her tone. She ignored his every attempt at saying sorry, simply rolling her eyes and brushing past him as if he were not right there. She sat beside her other friends in class. She did everything she was against doing, but yet, when she did speak to him, she was still mature enough to not belittle him as a person and keep herself from yelling, which she had done just an hour before the Poe Cup started.

"I've said sorry about a hundred times since yesterday!" Xavier had called after her while she walked off to change into her costume; he had not yet done so himself either.

"I don't want an apology." She spoke firmly but calmly. He had said sorry so many times since yesterday that she could no longer keep count on her hands.

It was the way he would snap at her for just asking how he was, and then after, it was as if nothing had happened. The day after, he would simply act normal with her. But there was something that had changed in his demeanor, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Then what?" Xavier asked, finally being close enough to grab a hold of her wrist and pull her to a halt. y/n turned, and immediately her gaze was on his hand holding her wrist, but only for about ten seconds before she shook his hand off her.

"All I want is an explanation for why you've fucking lost it up five times in the last two weeks when all I've done is ask how you're doing." As always, her voice was stern, but she did not yell. "Can you give me a reason?"

There was silence as she waited for an answer, looking up at him, waiting for just a reason. It did not have to be a big reason—Xavier could have easily lied and said it was about his dad—just a simple answer would do her just fine. An apology did not explain anything at all, but she knew, y/n knew—there was a bigger reason for his outbursts.

When all she got was Xavier opening his mouth as if he were about to say something, then closing it quickly and just sighing, running a hand through his hair, she was done. y/n shook her head at him, backing off.

"See, you can even give me a simple reason. Don't talk to me unless you're going to tell me why." With that, she left, walking over to the girls in her team with a dull look on her face. She was done being nice.

"y/n." Xavier caused her to stop. "I am sorry, you do know that, right?"

There was a silence that lasted just a few seconds longer than he liked. His eyes stayed on her the whole time, intently gazing at her.

"It's all you've been saying since Monday." y/n shrugged her shoulders and sat back, not looking at him.

"Why isn't that just enough then?" Even from where he sat, he could see her roll her eyes and was almost certain she was going to sigh in exasperation once more at him.

"Because I don't know if you're going to snap at me again even though you've apologized, and it's tiring." y/n turned and faced him, staring into his eyes. "And I know there's something wrong."

"Nothing's wrong, like I've said." Xavier sat with his hands outstretched and shoulders shrugged, but the answer on made y/n stand up with an irritated expression.

"This is what I mean when I say that you can't give me a single reason, and this is why I don't want to talk until you're actually going to tell me." She tiredly motioned towards him, holding her team's flag in one hand, and unbeknownst to Xavier, she had also picked up his flag.

"I can't tell you."

"You're unbelievable." She shook her head with a slightly disgusted face as Xavier looked off to the side.

Finally, being tired of staying there, she wanted to win but also have some kind of competition as the sirens were out, so she held out her hand for him to take. When he took notice of her holding out her hand for him to take, he blinked.

"What?"

"Do you want to get to the canoe or not? I can just leave you here and throw away the flag." y/n stated simply, with her arm still outstretched, and the annoyance in her tone made him realise not to question her. Without hesitation, he took a hold of his hand and helped as much as he could with getting up, and soon they were on their way back to the canots.

The only thing was that even if Xavier and his team got back into the canoe like y/ns team, for the first halfway across the lake, both teams were equal, but Wednesday's plan had assured the Black Cats that winning spot.

It was just more fun to see the boys' disappointment up close.

//

The cold night air bit on her skin just comfortably enough; she was no longer crammed in a room with all the girls on her team and some others. Wednesday had given Enid quite the murderous look once she realised her roommate had invited them all over there. The air in their dorm had grown thin, and the time was slowly working its way towards curfew, so y/n had left with a simple goodbye and a smile at her teammates and friends.

It was not often that she risked being out a bit before curfew, but the few times she had done so often ended with Mrs. Thornhill simply telling her to be inside within the next fifteen minutes or she would get more work. It was relaxing to walk around the quiet and empty quad, which was usually bustling with activity.

She looked up at the stars, seeing some of her favourite constellations. Lactera was visible; she could barely make it out, but once she saw it, it was there. Her thoughts began to wander as her eyes scanned the night sky and the billions of stars that existed many lightyears away.

There were not many times where her nights were this quiet; usually they were filled with laughter and just having a fun time—a fun time with Xavier. The thought of him dampened her once upbeat mood. Last she saw of him, he had stared as she and her teammates cheered loudly for winning, then got help from Ajax to walk off. She had been staring into his eyes for just a second, and the warmth she felt around him spread through her, but it also hurt. In no way, shape, or form could she ever understand what his problem was with her all of a sudden.

She could not comprehend what she might have done for him to blow up at her five times. Was she not as close to him as she thought herself to be? No, from what she knew, he often referred to her and Ajax as his closest friends. He had done so that one time when she met his dad; not that he seemed to pay any attention to or have any sort of care for his son's friends (or his son, for that matter).

The sounds of what she thought to be Mrs. Thornhill going out there to, as usual, tell her she had fifteen minutes before she needed to be in her dorm did not make her budge. y/n just continued standing there, watching the burning balls of fire and gas that had their own system of planets circling them. But her peace and the thought that it was Mrs. Thornhill were quickly destroyed.

"Well, if it isn't the winner." Xavier called as he walked into the quad from his shed, something he usually never does alone these days. His tone was a little teasing as he walked out into the quad, standing just a few feet away from y/n who had lowered her gaze from the stars.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She only cast a glance at him, speaking with an annoyed tone.

"I just got back; I have to spend my time all alone since you refuse to even look at me." As he said so, his eyes tried to find hers, but she was stubborn and would not let him meet her gaze. Xaviee sighed, tilting his head at her, and waited for an answer.

"I've told you two times today, I only want to talk if you're going to tell me what's going on." For a quick second, she met his eyes. "And you can just hang out with Ajax, Kent, or anyone."

"You're not even going to ask how I am?" y/n understood that that question was meant to tell her how out of character this was for her. If he or anyone around her, got hurt or didn't feel good, she would always check in on them. But, as much as she wanted to, she hadn't asked him how his foot was doing.

"Okay, how's your foot?" It was not asked with that much care; it was a question she only asked because he subtly pointed out how out of character she was acting.

"It's better." Xavier responded, thinking they were getting somewhere, but that quickly proved wrong.

"Hm," y/n hummed before clicking her tongue and turning on her heel. "That's sad. I thought it would last longer."

Xavier groaned tiredly, almost in despair, at her remark, letting his head fall back to see the sky before quickly running his hand through his hair and catching up to her. Even though he had the advantage of having longer legs, it always seemed as if y/n were running once she simply started walking, with the brunette almost jogging after her.

She had just been about to open the doors to the inside and then go towards the stairs to get to her dorm when she was stopped again, this time by Xavier grabbing her shoulder. She let out a breath of air, clearly bothered by his attempts to try and talk. Taking a glance at the hand resting on her shoulder, Xavier took that as a sign to slowly let her go.

"How long are you going to keep this up?" Xavier asked, exhaustion clear in his voice when he spoke; in return, he earned a pair of raised brows while she finally looked at him without averting her eyes.

"As long as I feel like it and as long as you won't tell me what's wrong." y/n made her point clear, but Xavier shook his head at her for looking around before rubbing his forehead.

"This is childish." He mumbled, which perked y/n's ears. All she did was stare at him, her brows creating a crease between them as she looked up at him and spotted how slowly he realised what he had just said.

When he realised exactly what he said, Xavier looked at the girl, who was speechless. He could see how she was trying to form words but failing every time. Her mouth would move just a little and then she would close it before trying once more, only for her to close her mouth in frustration. She was trying her hardest not to snap at him.

"I'm childish?" y/n finally asked, staring daggers into his soul.

"I didn't mean it like that, it's just your acting—"

"I'm acting childish." He looked away when she said so, but y/n followed his gaze to catch his eyes. "You can just say that if that's what you feel."

"I didn't mean it like that at all."

"But you did. You're calling me childish—the one who's been calm and handled your fucking outbursts like nothing up until three days ago. Three days ago, Xavier, I behaved as any rational person would when yelled at for no apparent reason. So who's really the childish one between the two of us?"

Neither of them said anything. She was waiting for him to say something—an insult or a reason—it would not matter; she just waited for him to say something. Her eyes never left him, standing her ground and finally, for once, acting like she should, not holding back what she personally thought.

On the other hand, Xavier was mentally cursing himself for speaking so out of context. This had all become worse than he had ever intended it to be, not that he ever meant to snap at y/n. The feeling she would leave him with most days—a sense of hopelessness about ever having a chance—had taken hold of him. At times, he would have wished it only to be a simple crush and not him being hopelessly in love, but he was unlucky.

"You're the childish one who just can't tell me what's wrong and just..." y/n dropped her hand to her side instead of flapping it around, a deep frown on her face instead of a scowl. "What have I even done?"

"Nothing. You've done nothing." Xavier was quick to answer her, but was met with a scoff.

"I must have," y/n insisted.

"You haven't."

"Stop lying. Just tell me." They were on the verge of yelling at each other but still kept their voices down a bit as they did not want the teacher to come outside and find them.

"No." Xavier quickly shook his head at her.

"Tell me."

"No."

"Okay, you know what—" Moving to open the school door, she got it open a few inches before Xavier pushed it shut in front of her. This caused y/n to turn to him.

"Can't you just leave it alone?" Xavier asked, his voice now calmer. His eyes were surprisingly soft when looking at her, as if he were begging her to.

"No," y/n sighed, looking at him with a sort of harshness to bang it into his thick skull. "I'm not going to leave it be when whatever's wrong you're taking out on me for no reason, and I haven't done anything according to you."

"y/n," 

"No, Xav. I'm tired, exhausted even; can you just let me go inside unless you're going to tell me what's wrong?" Her eyes were dull. He had not noticed before just how tired she actually seemed to be, but now he could see it in her eyes, the shine in them gone from the drowsy feeling.

He kept blocking the door, standing in front of her without bugging her. None of them said anything, y/n being all too tired of going back and forth with him, and she was just waiting for him to let her pass. Xavier, on the other hand, had a full-on crisis in his head. What the hell was he supposed to do? He had no idea how to express his feelings.

His mind blank about how to express his feelings for her, he looked over her face—very subconsciously. Then his eyes began to flock together between her eyes—those usually soft and happy eyes that now were filled with exhaustion—and down to her lips. He swallowed, unsure if this was the only way to convey the message. 

It was as if he was doing everything he had just told himself the other day not to. Suddenly he had reached out one of his hands, laying it on y/ns cheek, which caused her to look up at him, perplexed. There were not many instances when Xavier Thorpe was completely uncertain of something, but this was one of the things he was truly iffy about.

Xavier leaned in and connected their lips, taking a leap of faith with a slight hesitation. There was no kind of resistance on y/n's part, in fact, he swore she relaxed just the tiniest bit as he let his thumbs stroke across her cheekbone. She wasn't kissing back, but she was relaxed, and it made his heart race more than ever before. What the hell did that mean?

Pulling away after a short while, his hand was still resting on y/n's cheek as she opened her eyes, and they were slightly wide. He stood there, quiet, awaiting a reaction. Good or bad. Her eyes stayed just a little wide as he looked from side to side, as if searching her brain for any kind of ability to give a reaction.

"y/n," He started but went no further before her hand took a gentle hold of his wrist and his hand that rested on her cheek, only for her to remove it from her cheek.

She held his wrist before starting to shake her head, which caused Xavier to furrow his brows while looking at her. Then she furrowed her brows, looking down and to the side; it was all just too much to process all at once. She gnawed at the inside of her cheek, much like she used to when she was little and needed to be around new people she didn't know or when she was deeply—deeply confused.

"y/n," Xavier tried again, reaching his free hand out towards her, but y/n was quick to brush it away, preventing him from touching her.

"No, no." She backed off a little, his wrist still being held in her hand, which caused him to get pulled along and no longer cover the door inside. 

"Can you just—" y/n backed away from him once more as he spoke, releasing her grip on his wrist and holding up her hands to keep space between them.

"Wha—what? I... I don't understand you." It was all she could say, her mouth agape and her brows knitted together in bewilderment and almost a little disgust.

Before he could say anything, y/n shook her head for the fiftyth time that night, then brushed past him and went inside, leaving Xavier standing there alone.

He sighed; there was no reason to follow her, as he knew he would not be able to keep up, and curfew was just minutes away from striking. But he did not care and just stood there under the stars, staring at the spot y/n had once stood at.

Veritatem dies aperit, time reveals the truth.

Part 2? Give me ideas in that case :)

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Sleeping beauty - Xavier Thorpe

Summery: You found your best friend sleeping in his shed, his body laying on something he was drawing before falling asleep. Little did you know, it was a drawing of you.

Warnings: fluff, kissing, best friends to lovers, if there's any others please let me know

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: im sorry if this is really bad, i didn't check the story after finishing it up so there's probably gonna be some mistakes in here. this is my first time ever posting on tumblr, this is all very new to me and idk how any of this works or if im doing it correctly so please let me know what you think. im always open for suggestions or feedback!

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Walking outside in the forest after dark wasn't your favorite activity to do but you got a little worried about your best friend, Xavier. You texted him a while ago asking if everything was alright and he hasn't replied back yet. You're aware that he likes to take his distance sometimes and wants to be alone, which you completely understand and respect. But you also knew that whenever something is wrong, he keeps it to himself even when he shouldn't. He knows that you have your own things to sort out sometimes and he doesn't want you to carry around his luggage too, he doesn't want to feel like a burden.

He has the perfect spot to go to whenever he wants to be alone, a place where he can let go and express himself. Out in the woods next to the school there's a shed somewhere, he cleaned it out with permission from Ms. Weems to turn it into his private art studio. So naturally that's the first place that came to mind when you found out he wasn't in his room.

After a 15 minute walk in the woods you finally spot the old shed, covered by loads of plants that grew onto it over the years. It was certain he was inside as the lights of his shed were turned on, and only he can enter the shed considering he's the only one with a key.

You open the door quietly, not wanting to scare him this late at night. Your eyes scan the room looking for your friend, but you frown as you dont see him immediately. You take a step further inside, being able to see the room more.

That's when you spotted him, sitting on his wooden stool while his upper body was leaning on his workbench. He was sleeping peacefully, not even waking up because of the door opening. And you can imagine it making quite some noise considering how long that shed has been standing there in the forest. His hair was partly tied up in a loose bun, while also being untied at the back. A few strands of hair had fallen over his eyes, mouth slightly open. You could hear him breathe very quietly, holding your own breath to prevent him from waking up because of any noise. Even though he wouldn't wake up so easily, but you still felt the need to not make a sound.

If you could take a picture of this very moment, you'd carry it with you anywhere you go. Your heart melts at the sight of him, you stand there almost dying from cuteness overload. There was no denying that you see him as more than just a friend, but you would never actually admit that to anyone. Some of your other friends knew about your little crush on him, but it looks like Xavier himself can't take a hint at all. You've tried dropping him subtle hints, some a little less subtle than others, but it has no use. He must be blind to not notice you flirting with him all the time, or at least try to. That or he knows you like him, but decides not to say anything about it, being too afraid to lose you as a friend because of it.

As you get lost in your own thoughts again, your eyes divert from his pretty face to what seems to be what he was drawing before he had drifted off into deep sleep, staring at what you see in shock.

Underneath his body, drawn on the paper, was you. He made a drawing of you petting a kitten near the lake. It had so much details in it, you would think that he made this on the spot while you were posing for it. Thinking back to when this happened, you remember it being from before you two were even friends. It was one of your first days at Nevermore and you hadn't made any friends yet, not any human friends at least. You had gone for a walk near the lake to clear your mind after class, meeting a cute little orange kitten while you were there. You don't remember anyone else being around, let alone it being Xavier.

It makes you wonder though, was he following you? If so, what was the reason? Even if that was a bit of a stalker move, you couldn't help but feel warm inside because of it. Maybe there was a chance he did like you more than a friend. You leaned in a little closer to him, pressing your lips lightly to his cheek. You don't know what came over you in that moment, but you really felt the need to do that. This might be the only time you get to do this, so why not.

Unfortunately that light touch was enough to wake sleeping beauty, Xavier's eyes fluttered open slowly and his arms pushed his body up from the table. He makes eye contact with you and frowns at the sight of you standing there so close to him in the middle of the night.

"What are you doing here?", he asked softly but his voice came out a little raspy.

You couldn't make a sound, your eyes nervously looking at Xavier, then at the drawing, and then back at Xavier. He followed the direction of your eyes, also looking at the drawing now. He had completely forgotten he was working on that before he fell asleep, his body filling with embarrassment now as he realizes what situation he's gotten himself into.

"Uh, I can explain..."

He got nervous and looked down at the floor, not wanting to look you in the eye right now. He knew he couldn't talk himself out of this, you needed an explanation and he couldn't think of a single excuse. His hands were fiddling with the hem of his shirt and his face was turning a dark shade of pink, his body language was telling you exactly what you needed to know.

Taking a deep breath before opening his mouth again to say something while still not looking at you, he was prepared to finally tell you how he feels about you. Before he could say a word you lifted his chin up and softly kissed his lips, catching him completely off guard. It didn't take very long for him to kiss you back though, he had been waiting for this moment for so long. It didn't happen the way he thought it would, but he was definitely not complaining about it.

His hands found their way to your waist and pulled you closer to him, you falling onto his lap as a result. After what felt like ages you slowly pulled away from him, not really wanting to but you needed to catch your breath.

For a moment it stays silent in the shed, neither of you making any noise. All that's happening is you two staring at each other, enjoying the moment while thinking about what just happened. Xavier is the first one to break the silence.

"Does this mean you like me? More than just a friend?", he asks hesitantly.

"Took you long enough to realize, I've been trying to tell you for so long but you never seem to notice.", you let out a soft laugh while wrapping your hands around his neck.

"Maybe you should do something about your flirting skills then, they're gonna need some improvement if your goal was to show me you liked me.", he couldn't stop himself from teasing you.

"Oh please, there's nothing wrong with my flirting skills. If you would just open your eyes for once you'd see-"

Before you had the chance to finish that sentence he smashed his lips on yours to shut you up. This time the kiss was much more passionate and lasted even longer than the previous one. You never could've imagined this was how your night was going to end.

[joshrussosbff]

Wednesday: why are you staring at a blank wall?

Xavier: it wasn't blank, last outreach day.

xavier staring at the wall where the mural used to be?? 🥺🥺THE ANGSTTTT

[peachywritesstuff]

Smile for the camera.

Ghostface!Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

Summary: The murder of Tyler was the first of many in Jericho.

Warning: established relationship,dead bodies,attemped sexual assault, stalking,descriptions of how someone was murdered,reader witnesses a murder, ooc Rowan? Rowan didn't get killed by the Hyde for plot reasons. Not fully proof-read.

Notes: Haven't watched Wednesday but I have read enough Xavier Thorpe fanfics to know the plotline and I'm saying to hell with it and writing for Xavier cuz this man has me in a chokehold. Excuse any typos and grammar errors

Word Count:1.8k

Tyler Galpin was found dead this morning.

The news was spreading around like wildfire at Nevermore for 2 reasons. One, he was the sheriff’s son, and two this was the first real crime that Jericho has had in years. The way Tyler was murdered somehow got released to the public and….it was horrifying. His eyes were cut out, a part of his tongue was too, small deep cuts were found all over his body, his throat was slit so deep that the bone from his spine was starting to show, and a smile was craved onto his face. It was so awful.

You couldnt believe it. You had just seen him the day before when you and Enid went out to Jericho for coffee. You didn’t know the guy and only spoke a total of 10 words to him but it just felt so unreal since you had seen him the day before and he was perfectly fine. It reminded you that anything can happen.

“The killer wanted him to suffer,” Wenesday said nonchalantly. Overhearing Enid and you talking about Tyler’s murder as she was typing. “They wanted him to die and slow agonizing, and painful death.” She turned around in her chair to face you. “I’m almost impressed with how well the killer pulled it off. Almost.” She turned back around and continued typing.

Tyler’s funeral was a week later, with a closed casket of course. You went to it out of respect and your boyfriend Xavier went too. Which surprised you, since knowing the past between the two. As the casket was lowered to the ground, the sound of the sheriff’s cries and wails rang loud across the cemetery. You leaned your head on Xavier’s arm and he wrapped his arm around you putting a loving kiss on your forehead and rubbing your arm in a calming manner.

You just so happened to miss the smirk that appeared on his face.

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You thought that after the murder of Tyler it would stop. But it’s has been weeks since then, and more murders were happening and there was not one single clue who could’ve done it. It was almost like the killer disappeared right after committing the murder. Students at Nevermore gave the killer a name.

They called him Ghostface.

You began to worry for your boyfriend, him going out into his art shed and coming back when the sun was long gone scared you. You didn’t want the man you love to see become the next victim. It didn’t help that you felt like you were being watched everywhere you go. Notes starting appearing at your dorm and Enid-even Wednesday became concerned when the notes came with pictures. Pictures of you. One could be of you just chilling in the quad or you and Xavier kissing. The one that freaked you out the most was one of you getting out the shower. This continued for days and you had made Enid and Wednesday swear not to tell anybody. Even Xavier.

You became scared and terrified. You clinged onto Xavier more then you used too, you refused to go anywhere by yourself, hell you were even scared to even sleep by yourself. Xavier was very observant, he knew something was wrong. He noticed how your eyes kept scanning the crowd, how you refused to go anywhere by yourself, how you would grip on his hand a little tighter and cling to him more than usual.

It wasn’t until Xavier finally confronted you about it that you just broke down and started telling him everything. The creepy,notes,the pictures,everything. You sobbed into your boyfriends chest as he rocked you side to side whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

“I will kill the son of a bitch when I find out who he is.” He muttered into your hair. You could of swore that he sounded so eerily serious. His tone changed from the sweet loving one you always known, into something dark and chilling. Something that was so unlike of Xavier to sound like.

But you thought nothing of his comment. Too busy sobbing into your boyfriends chest worrying that maybe your stalker was the killer murdering all these people.

Maybe

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Thankfully, the creepy notes and pictures stopped appearing at your dorm door after your breakdown with Xavier. Since then, Xavier started walking you to your dorm every night, he never left your side unless you wanted him to, and he would scan the crowd like a hawk, itching to find anything weird. With Xavier around you felt safer and less paranoid. Well, as less paranoid and scared as you can get with the killer still roaming around.

You even felt comfortable walking by yourself to your classes after a couple of days. So here you were, walking to Xavier’s art shed in broad daylight. School bag clutched to your back as you made haste to Xavier’s art shed.

Crutch.

The sound of a stick breaking caused you to turn around in a hurry. You looked around and no one was in sight. Great, of course, it is your luck that something happens to you when you were alone. You weren't far from Nevermore, it was still in sight so nothing can happen right? Nobody is that stupid to do something in broad daylight. You slowly reached for your taser while your eyes surveyed the area. You slowly continued walking with your hand clutched inside your jacket pocket and holding your taser with a tight grip.

Footsteps behind you continued. Getting faster as you walk faster. You turned your taser on and turned around, ready to tase the everloving shit out of whoever was following you.

A yelp and a thud came as you tazed the air threateningly. The person’s stuff was scattered all over the ground

Your mouth was a gap as you got a clear face of the person under the hood.

“Rowan?” You exhaled “You scared the shit out of me.” You let out a relieved sigh at the sight of Xavier’s roommate. You offered him an arm and helped him to his feet. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, I just needed to talk to you about something.” You sighed. Bending down to help gather his stuff.

“Well, you could have shouted my name like a normal person.?I mean, Jesus Christ Rowan I could’ve tased your dick or something” He frantically bent down and started gathering his belongings. In his panic more stuff began to fall out. He cursed under his breath

A camera and a few polaroid pictures fell out. Pictures of you. All kinds of pictures of you, Some of the wear you were half naked.

Your heart dropped as you held one in your hand. You slowly stood up and made eye contact with Rowan. He started shaking his head

“Y/n I can explain-”

“Explain what? that you were the one that’s been fucking stalking me?!” You looked down at the remaining pictures that were on the forest ground. Rowan tried to walk closer to you but you took a big step back. “You stay the fuck away from me!” You shouted. He didn’t listen, he walked closer to you while he was frantically trying to explain his infatuation with you.

“I said stay the fuck away from me!” You sprayed the pepper spray in his eyes. He fell down to the ground and cried out in pain. You wasted no time in running back to Nevermore not stopping once to look behind you. A sharp tug caused you to trip and you screamed when you were dragged back to Rowan. Who abandoned his glasses and had a dark look in red bloodshot eyes. You couldn't move, held down by Rowan's gift and you could only watch in horror as he stood over you.

“You fucking bitch.” Rowan’s eyes filled with anger. You continued to struggle against the invisible hold. Screaming out for someone, anybody hoping that they can hear you. Rowan backhanded you sending your head to the side and your right cheek was left stinging and your lip bleeding. You continued to scream out for help and he slapped you again.

“Shut up!” He shouted at you. And in response, you spit in his face. “Fuck you.” He wiped the spit off his face and let out a dark chuckle. “This why I like you” He started. He bent down and unzipped your jacket and ripped open your shirt revealing your bra. Rowan grabbed his camera and started taking pictures.

“You’re so feisty,” Another flash from his camera. “I can handle you better than Xavier can. I can treat you better.” You started sobbing. Feeling so helpless and defeated.

Rowan’s blood splashed onto your face and stomach and you let out a blood-curdling scream. The invisible hold on you was gone and you scrambled away from Rowan who was now choking on his blood. You sat against a tree looking to the source of Rowan’s current predicament.

And you saw the killer.

He wore all black and his face was covered with a mask that looked like a ghost. They towered over Rowan who was still choking on his blood. The knife was deep into Rowan’s stomach and they twisted the knife deep into his gut before pulling it out. Rowan collapsed to the ground and weakly dragged himself away. The killer tilted their head. Walking ever so slowly to Rowan, who was still weakly dragging himself on the ground.

You could only watch as the killer got out a camera of their own and got onto Rowan's back and yanking his head back and flashing a picture. They rolled Rowan onto his back and he began screaming as the killer began stabbing him multiple times. Rowan’s pleas reached deaf ears as the killer began stabbing him faster and harder than before, never once stopping.

You sat there shaking like a leaf sobbing hysterically. Covering your ears at the sound of Rowan’s screams mixed with him choking on his own blood, and the mush sounds of the knife coming in contact with Rowan’s intestines. His screams died down and nothing was heard other than your hysteric sobs. The killer stood up

The killer took off their mask with their back facing you and you stopped breathing. You recognize that head of hair and that back anywhere. But you were in denial, you refused to believe it. There was no way that was him. It couldn’t be. The killer slowly turned his body around finally facing you making eye contact.

As much as you want to be in denial, it was loud and clear. Your sweet loving boyfriend Xavier Thorpe is the killer. The notorious Ghostface.

[gmarseln]

Enid: it’s Christmas time, you know what that means!

Xavier: the happiness I haven’t felt since fifth grade?

Eugene: everyone trying to kill each other on the dinner table?

Wednesday: the sweet release of death?

Enid: I was gonna say “ugly sweaters competition” but you know what? We’re all going to therapy