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[fangirlies]

no bc why does my heart hurt?

imagine xavi spending so much time on his phone, picking his favorite picture of the two of you and only the perfect songs that reminds him of you to add to the playlist.

“Enid thinks it’s Midnights but I- baby, what could possibly be more important than listening to my reasons as to why Taylor swifts Folklore is her best album? ” You peeked over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry pumpkin, I’m just working on a playlist for you” he says mindlessly.

“A what?”

“A Spotify playlist of all the songs that give me the same feelings you do” his head turning to you as he hands over his phone to you.

Your eyes begin to tear up as you scroll past some of your favorite songs that you love listening to together. Some of the songs the two of you spend hours dancing around to in his dorm room. Your bottom lip quivers as your eyes met his sage colored ones that were already staring at you with nothing but admiration, hoping you liked what he pieced together.

“Do you like it or? I was thinking of maybe adding that one song of Lana’s that you like.. you know, the one that says ‘heaven is a place on earth with you’ do you know which one I’m talking about?”

You stared at him as he continued to tell you his ideas when you suddenly shut him up by planting a kiss on his lips and leaning your forehead on his while staring into the eyes you could drown forever in.

“I love you”

“I love you more, pumpkin”

could you do maybe a look into Xavier’s playlist? i feel like that’s be cute. Maybe one he made for his gf ?

— 𖤐 A LOOK INTO XAVIERS PLAYLIST

a/n : omg this has to be my fav yet so far, this idea is too effing cute :)) i did TRY to stray away from the whole “xavier listens to arctic monkeys and the neighborhood” the best i could but let’s face it.. it’s kind of fitting most the time 😭

[fangirlies]

Mission accomplished- (x.t)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

Summary: You only had one mission. That was to get Enid and Ajax to ask each other to the Rave'n. But you couldn't achieve it without a particular tortured artist's help.

Warnings: fluff. some cursing. (Please let me know if i should be aware of anything else)

Word count: 2k

Is there such thing as too much fluff? with me, never. Feedback is always welcomed! (It’ll make me feel better about spending the whole day on this writing) enjoy friends!

Tortured artist hm’ you thought to yourself. Why was he known as a tormented and mysterious guy? What was his story? The entire quad blurred, and the only thing you appeared to focus on was the tall brunette boy concentrating on his mural. It was beautiful you must admit. He appeared to be completely immersed in his painting. It wasn’t the first time you saw him completely fixated on his work. And it definitely wasn’t the first time you noticed him.

“Um hello… earth to y/n!” You heard snapping as you focused on Enid rather than the boy who had suddenly become a fixture in your mind.

"Yes yes, I heard you. I think you should definitely ask Ajax to the Rave'N" you weren't entirely paying attention to your best friend's 10 minute rant about reversing roles and taking pride in asking a guy to the dance for a change, but you picked up a few things here and there before your mind wandered elsewhere. Something to do with feminism? You weren't sure, but it seemed like a good idea.

You knew both Enid and Ajax had feelings for each other. In fact, everyone knew but they seemed to be the only ones who couldn’t see it. Isn't that cliche? The boy likes the girl. The girl likes the boy. They were naïve to the fact that their nerves were standing in the way of everything.

As Enid's best friend since the day you started at Nevermore, you were well aware of her crush on Ajax. It was adorable. She stared at him as if he were the only one who could complement her loud personality. She couldn't get enough of him, so you made it your goal to ensure Enid gets a happy ending. You knew she deserved it the most.

You weren’t thrilled about this Rave’N dance the school was hosting. As an outcast in your old normie school, you never got to experience these kind of things. You weren't planning to start now, no matter how much Enid pleaded.

"Are you sure it won't make me look desperate? I don’t want to ruin things with him.” Her brow wrinkled in intensity. You knew how much this meant to her.

"I don't think so, E; I think he'll be glad!" You reassured her while comforting her shoulder. "You have two and a half days to gather the courage to ask him," you said, smiling as you collected your books from the table and tossed them into your book bag.

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The school bell rung, indicating the end of the day's final class. It also marked the start of your master plan. Mission: "Get E and A in the same room... alone."

“Psst hey, Xavier!” You really had no idea why you were whispering in the hallway. There was no one around you anymore as you tried to catch up to the tall and lanky boy. Xavier glanced around, a puzzled expression on his face. Sure, your two best friends were madly in love, but that didn't necessarily mean you and Xavier had to be friends. Acquaintances? Sure. Give each other a quick smile and a nod as you pass in the hallways? Fine. Meet in an empty corridor after class? Never.

"Hey," you finally got to him. Breathing heavily. Your gaze wandered over the attractive boy in front of you as you attempted to recover your breath. Man, he sure was perfect - even from up close. His sage-colored eyes drew you in. His long brown hair had been pulled back into a low bun. Free of imperfections, you thought.

"Did you have a question for me?" The 6-foot giant catches your attention by waving his hands. You shook your head, hoping to clear your mind of your thoughts of him. You were on a mission and were losing sight of it.

"I'm sorry." You took a second look around to make sure the coast was clear. "Enid has been dying for Ajax to invite her to the Rave'n. We all know Ajax is too pussy to ask her. So, I'm thinking we could finally force them to ask each other. tonight. The night shade library. Tell Ajax to meet you there and I’ll do the same with E. This needs to work or I'll spend the next few days listening to her overthink. So, what do say?” Repeating the plan out loud did sound crazy but you didn’t care. You wanted to see your best friend happy.

For a few moments, the boy was deafeningly silent. Perhaps you did sound a little insane.

"I'll do anything to stop hearing Ajax talk about his massive crush on her. I can’t take it anymore. I'm glad to hear that you're in the same boat as me. How does 7:30 sound to you?" Your expression brightened as your scheme began to take shape. Half of your grin was caused by the fact that this was your longest conversation with Xavier.

You two exchanged phone numbers to ensure the success of your plan. You both decided on the excuse you'd give and the time. Everything seemed to be going according to plan.

It was now 7:15 p.m.

From x.t- 7:15 A and X headed to nsl

With these code phrases, you couldn't help but chuckle. He was taking his role seriously. Gosh, he was so stupid.

To x.t- 7:16 Copy that, x. E is wrapping up and we’ll be headed your way

You continued his silly game and stuck your phone in your back pocket.

“Hey E, just wanted to say thanks for coming with me to the library. I really need that book for an essay, and I was scared to go alone," you continued your lie, resting against the bathroom door frame.

“Of course! What are best friends for if not to scare monsters away with their colorful claws?" Enid remarked, extending her sharp claws of various colors. She'll forgive your lie once she realizes what the night has in store for her.

After slipping out of your dorm room and into the hallway, the two of you discussed the latest school gossip.

To x.t- 7:28  E and I are about to enter. remember our plan. 

You hit send as the Edgar Allen Poe statue came to vision. Enid snapped her fingers twice, causing the statue to recoil and reveal a stairwell leading to the library. To Enid's surprise, she found herself face to face—no, face to chest—with Xavier.

“What the heck are you doing here?” She inquired.

"What exactly are YOU doing here?" You were amused by Xavier's stab at reverse psychology. He didn't even wait for the blonde girl to respond before walking away and vanishing into the quad.

"God, he's always so weird," she sneered as she walked down the stairs. You weren't following her down again, much to her dismay. Instead, the statue had been closed. Keeping the poor girl from fleeting.

"She'll thank me later," you reasoned as you dusted your hands. The rest of the night was up to them; your work here was already done. You started walking back to the quad and immediately jumped up in fear as you turned the corner.

“Did it work?” The towering boy emerged. He stuck around to see if your plan was a hit or miss.

You smacked his chest for inadvertently scaring you. "Yes, scaring me worked." You shrieked as you placed your palm over your heart, hoping to slow its pulse.

The giant laughed at your theatrics, revealing his perfectly white teeth. You realized that was the first time you'd ever seen him laugh. He was sexy when he wore the mysterious "bad boy" look, but this was a new look for him that you admired even more. His laughter had to be contagious. You started to laugh at this point, causing your cheeks to grow a crimson pink.

“Yes, E and A are both in position” you joked with a stern voice. Xavier nodded and walked up to a picnic table in the quad. You didn't fall far behind. He sat on the table, staring up at the sky. The quad possessed a glass ceiling, making it ideal for stargazing. You sat in the typical student seating rather than where your meal should have been put.

“You see that bright tiny circle up there?” Xavier gestured to the dark sky. You squinted your eyes and followed the path of his finger.

“Is that a star?” You questioned. "It's Venus," he explained. “Because Venus's orbit lies closer to the Sun than the Earth's, it tends to get lost in the Sun's glare. It's only visible for a few months of the year- when it's the furthest away from the Sun."

You stared at Venus in awe. It made you smile since it gleamed brighter than the other stars in the night sky. You returned your attention to Xavier, who was still gazing passionately at the planet. The fact that he was so familiar with the topic warmed your heart.

"Did you know it gets its name from the Roman goddess? It's the planet of love, beauty, and art," he says, his attention now fixed on you. When his gaze fell on you, you swore your heart skipped a beat. For a split second you wondered if you were dreaming. Or if this was a scene from The Notebook.

“How do you know all this?” You inquired. Moving alongside him on top of the picnic table.

Xavier shrugged his shoulders and turned to face Venus. "I know little about everything. I can't really tell you how I know things." The mysterious boy spoke up. Tonight was unexpected. Surprising was a better word to describe it. You never imagined it would turn out this way. You and Xavier talking, let alone star gazing. It was all strange and yet soothing at the same time. You felt safe next to him.

“Anyway, are you going to the Rave’n?” He leaned back on the table and ran his fingers through his hair, clearing it from his face.

“Me? nah, that's only for the pretty girls who have guys lining up and begging them to be their date. My mission was just to convince Enid to go." You stated the truth. You had no intention of going. Regardless of how much Enid tried to persuade you. You knew it was only a competition for guys to show up with the hottest date and for girls to show up with their finest dress. Not your scene.

“As a pretty girl yourself - I’m a little surprised you don’t have guys begging you to be their date,” he said standing up. You lowered your head to keep him from seeing the flush on your cheeks and the faint smile that threatened to leave your mouth. Did he call you pretty?

He stood in front of your seated body. Hands shoved deep in the pockets of his hoodie. You could see the cheeky smile he was now giving you as you raised your head.

“What?” Your brow wrinkled as you questioned. Small smile still trying to poke through.

"Well," he said, looking behind him. "I guess I'm first in line."

You drew your brows even closer together and tilted your head. You didn’t understand.

"Would you be willing to go with me to the dance?"

Yup. Definitely like a scene from The Notebook. You eventually cracked a smile, and you didn't care if he could see the blazing red hue on your face. Although you weren't interested in these events, how could you refuse Xavier Thorpe? THE tortured artist.

"I'd - I'd enjoy that, X," you murmured, giggling slightly. The smile that made your heart sink reappeared on his face.

“You guys are assholes!” A familiar voice came from the opposite direction. You focused your attention on the gorgon and the blonde girl approaching you. “I was absolutely shitting myself when you left me alone in there” Enid playfully tickled your sides when you found your way off the table you were previously sitting at.

Ajax had his arm around Enid's shoulder. You and Xavier exchanged a quick glance as you realized what must have happened. Knowing that your mission was successful.

"Soooo. . ?" Xavier pressed, seeking the answer we already knew.

Ajax chuckled and lowered his head. “Yes man, I asked her to be my girlfriend”

A loud squeal escaped your mouth as you hugged Enid. The two of you were jumping up and down like girls in middle school when their crush passed by them in the halls.

"Wait," Enid said quickly, turning to face her partner, "does this mean we're going to the Rave'n together?" You three were laughing at her. Of course, it meant they were going together, but to be fair, she was excited and couldn't think straight. Her boyfriend nodded while rolling his eyes and returned his arm on her shoulders.

"Well, I guess we'll see you there," Xavier said, his gaze melting you.

"Wait, wait, wait, you two?" Enid extended two fingers in the direction of you and Xavier. Her expression was priceless.

"Are you going to the Rave'n? Together?” Ajax added. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he'd stoned himself based on the shocked look on his face.

Both you and Xavier nodded your heads, a silly grin on your faces. It was now Enid's turn to shriek and draw you in for a hug.

“Oh. My. Goodness. My bestest friend and my boyfriend's best friend? We're going on a double date? I can't believe this! I've got to tell Wednesday, she called it from the minute y/n transferred here."

Enid couldn't stop raving about this "double date" for the following two days. You and Xavier joked at the fact that your mission was accomplished, but it came with a new never-ending topic to annoy you with.

Authors note: Quick! guess my favorite planet and why! I started this december 11 and got tired of packing last night so i finished it so i can feed you girlies before i leave on my trip. 

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[fangirlies]

Fwb xavier

Warnings: minors dni!! sexual themes mentioned. fingering. possessive!xavier. rough handling. curse words. slapping. dirty talk. (please let me know if I should be aware of anything else)

Now picture Fwb Xavier enraged when seeing you and Tyler at the weathervane. He resists the impulse to grab you by the arm and drag you out of the coffee shop since the two of you have agreed that you are nothing more than a hookup. Ajax is snickering in his ear, reminding him that Xavier’s down bad. Xavier's face is the deepest shade of red anyone has ever seen, and his leg is bouncing uncontrollably.

“You’re fucking whipped man,” Ajax’s laughter was the last thing he heard. He approached the booth where you and Tyler were seated without giving it a second thought.

“I’m leaving,” Xavier’s eyes were cold and sharp staring directly at yours; not even acknowledging the jackass of the barista. Your face is completely blanketed with perplexity as you turn to face him.

“Okay?” You responded, which just drove Xavier angrier.

“You’re coming.” Before moving toward the door, he spat. You knew xavier loathed Tyler. You knew he’d be furious if he saw you interacting with the barista. But you also knew you’d get fucked senseless later that night. You gathered your bag and got to your feet while grinning proudly. You figured Xavier would be eyeing you through the window so you laid a tender goodbye kiss on Tyler's cheek. And the long haired boy certainly was, his jaw nearly breaking. As you finally left the coffee shop, Xavier was waiting for you with even more rage.

“What’s your problem?” You inquired, being well aware of his problem.

“What’s my problem?” Laughter escaped his lips before his angered expression took over again. “You’re my fucking problem! You think this is a game, huh?” His voice now spewed poison. His tightening hold on your hips caused you to shiver in place as he leaned down toward your ear. "I have a better game for you in mind,” he took your hand and led you back to Nevermore after that. No other words were spoken the entire way home.

Later that night, he fucked you senseless, just as you anticipated. Except it didn't happen just once. Or twice. It was three times and was now preparing for another.

“You think you’re so smart, sweetheart. Two can play at this game.” He grabbed your chin and jerked your head up to look at him. Xavier was amused by the fucked out expression you had on your face. Your chin was dripping with saliva, mascara smudged in the corners of your eyes, and tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. With his free hand, he squeezed your face even harder, as his other pumped ruthlessly inside you, aiming to elicit your fourth orgasm. “You’re a slut you know that? Did you forget you were my little slut at the weathervane?” You twitched around his fingers and moaned aloud when his fingers curled and hit the spongy spot inside of you.

“Say it again.” He demanded. You felt a sting on the side of your face when you took too long to find the words he desired to hear.

“You-you win, xavier!” A satisfied grin appeared on his face once more. Although he despised seeing you with that normie, he had to admit the sex was ten times better when you toyed with his emotions like that. You also had to acknowledge that, despite the fact that you two were merely "friends," you enjoyed when Xavier’s possessive side came out. Xavier relished in the fact that he had something Tyler could never lay his hands on — you.

[fangirlies]

on a high - (a.p)

Pairing: ajax petropolus x fem!reader

Request: what do you think abt reader confessing her feelings to him and theyre reciprocated!

Warnings: drugs. a little groping. best friends to lovers. (Please let me know if I should be aware of anything else!)

A.N: it’s been a while fangirlies! this one wasn’t planned at all (hence why it’s not on my updates) it goes to show how much my brain loves to focus on many things at once. Anyway, enjoy this ajax fluff.

“This was such a bad idea”

“Will you shut up and stop being a wimp for once,”

Ajax took a look around the deserted, dark library. He was obviously becoming paranoid after the joint you two had smoked. He was aware that the repercussions would be severe if the two of you were found in here high and after curfew. On the other end, it was as if you were on cloud nine. You were pleased that your cunning plan to lure Ajax out of his dorm room was successful. That said, your friendship with ajax simply thrived for that very reason. He was always being pushed out of his comfort zone by you; sometimes it required a bit more effort than anticipated, but the experiences you two shared were unquestionably worthwhile. In exchange, he would provide the tiny ziplock bags with weed that would make your adventures even more enjoyable.

“Isn't this nice, Jax? A quiet library all to ourselves where no one can disturb us?” Your hands extended out as you twirled in the space free of tables and bookshelves.

Your best friend laughed at your movements, "Sounds like you're trying to seduce me." He moved toward your spinning body, his anxieties visibly fading.

“Is it working?” You teased, coming to a stop in front of him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you gazed into his warm brown eyes.

It sent chills down your back when Ajax whispered, "Maybe." The two of you frequently made jokes and flirtatious remarks were tossed either way. This one, though, felt different.

The two of you locked eyes for a split second, trying frantically to read the situation. Fearing that taking the action both of you were itching to scratch would damage a friendship that had developed over the years. But as soon as he shifted his attention to your lips, you took a chance that you hoped you wouldn't have to pay for when you sobered up and pressed your lips onto his. You could tell that he was afraid to take it too far when his hands settled on your lower back. His snakes were heard hissing under his beanie as you two shared a slow and passionate kiss. It seemed as though he had been longing to taste you for a while but never gathered the confidence. Both of your tongues were circling about in each other's mouths before you gained the courage to pull away from his kiss, which was only getting more intense by the second. You couldn't look at him, your forehead resting on his chest as if you were afraid to do so.

“Jax. . .” You spoke, trying to steady your breathing.

He was only able to reply with a low "hmm." He was once more filled with anxiety as he awaited your upcoming words.

Your eyes were now meeting his, and you wish you could read his thoughts right now. "I want you to be more than just my best friend," you say. It had been a couple of years of feeling this way but you were afraid that if your feelings weren’t reciprocated, your friendship wouldn’t be the same.

Each second that he didn’t answer felt like an eternity. You could start to feel your heart drop down to your stomach as he scanned your face and a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Are you just saying that because you want free weed?”

You scoffed before you burst out laughing.

“Maybe,”

Your back pockets were reached for by Ajax as he rolled his eyes at your response and drew you closer to his chest. It caught you off guard because he's never caressed your ass before.

"That's a bold move," he said as he leaned down to place a sweet peck on your lips—snakes dancing around his beanie in pure bliss at this point—"and just so you know, I was kinda hoping you'd say that."

A.N: feedback always welcomed! it’s my first time writing for jax, so be nice.

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[fangirlies]

Jump your bones- pt. 3 (x.t)

Pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

Summary: when xavier continues to make unusual remarks, you put your theory to the test to see if he bites the bait.

Warnings: 18+!! Minors do not interact. F masturbation. Use of toy. Dirty talk. (please let me know if I should be aware of anything else)

here you can find part 1 and part 2!

added skin by Mac bc.. well.. “and now she comin’ closer up she goes, she wanna jump my bones” and “girl, you my paintin’, you my art installation, gonna fuck you, put you on the wall, all I wanna do is show you off” I mean doesn’t get more xavi than this. ok I talk too much sorry enjoy the filth :)

"Mmm xavier, just like that," you quietly moaned as your fingertips reach past the hem of your panties and into the warmth between your thighs. You close your eyes, picturing Xavier's long, thin digits gliding through your folds. Your unoccupied hand is caressing your breasts while pausing at the nipples and pinching it in between your thumb and index finger. The image of his full and luscious lips flashes through your mind, prompting you to bite down on your own. His groans were now permanently ingrained in your memory from your last encounter with him in his art shed. He consumed your thoughts, and in all honesty, you were okay with it.

After rubbing the bundle of nerves a few times, you desperately wished Xavier was hovering over you. You inserted your fingers inside your quivering hole that was practically begging to be filled. The wetness that the mere thought of him produced made it simple for you to glide in. Your mouth was parted and eyes screwed shut as you quickly shoved your fingers in and out of you while trying to catch your breath. The squelching sound of your pussy getting fucked filled the room. You could now feel the start of your second orgasm of the night pproaching.

“fu-ck xavi.” Your toes curled as you added a third finger just as you increased your speed. You remember the obscene sounds that flooded his art shed. The way he left a wet kiss trail down your collarbone. The way your naked body was propped up on top of his desk, eagerly explored by his sizeable hands. His raging red cock oozing pre cum solely for you.

"Yes, Xavier, right there, yes, yes, yes"

Breathing has become erratic as you recall his dark eyes, which were typically green, roaming your body as if you were the most delicious meal he’s ever laid eyes on. You recall as he thrusted himself in you for the final time while he filled you with his warm seed. This was the thought that caused you to unravel around your fingers again.

As you recovered from the aftershock of your orgasm, you took a moment to steady your breathing. Since your initial encounter, this was the third night in a row where you took matters into your own hands—no pun intended—and tried to satisfy your own needs. You considered messaging him to sneak into your hall, but you rejected the idea since you felt it either sounded desperate or felt "too soon."

Little did you know that Xavier is thinking of you as he sleeps in Hamlet Hall, on the opposite side of Nevermore. It wasn't like the usual dreams he had on a daily basis, no. These images of you touching yourself to the thought of him plagued his mind prior to your rendezvous with him in his art shed. His visions of you had begun ever since Ajax told him about your desire to jump his bones during one of their nightly smoke sesh. He always suspected you fancied him when you could hardly ever maintain eye contact. But when he discovered your secret, he wondered if you weren't just a quiet girl after all. He wondered if he could bring out a side of you that no one else knew about. And having accepted his own challenge, he arrived at this. Lying spread out on his bed in his boxers with a developing erection as he heard your throaty moans and eyed your soft, dainty fingers pumping in and out of your dripping pussy. Even though he despised the sticky sensation between his legs when he woke up every morning, the sight of you begging for him in the emptiness of your room somehow made it worth it. Every other night, Xavier practically expected seeing you in his visions. And that evening, when he finally had you all to himself in his art shed, it was everything he had anticipated and more. He was even more aroused by the fact that you continued to fantasize about him after that night while finger fucking yourself. You were all he had been able to see for the past three nights, and he had already begun to schedule his trip into town to look for a fresh pack of briefs.

Obviously, he was aware that he could never discuss the dirty visions he has of you. He undoubtedly understood that what you were up to under your bed sheets at 1 in the morning was entirely private. On the other hand, he seized every chance to mildly tease you about it.

He sat next to you for breakfast before the rest of the group gathered at your regular table the morning after a long night of watching you crumble at the thought of him fucking you in different positions.

“Good morning, tiny," he greeted you, trying desperately to keep it together as a smug smile formed on his face. When you caught his glance, he noticed your flushed cheeks and it made his head swell even bigger than what it already was. cocky bastard.

The only thing you could muster was a " good morning " fearing that if you looked at him for a moment too long, the heat that you were all too familiar with would soon appear.

“What’d you do last night?”

Your head immediately snapped up from looking down at your breakfast and into his emerald eyes.

“What- what do you mean?” You questioned. He couldn’t possibly know. Could he?

“I mean, did you have any exciting plans last night?” As he battled a smile, you could see his tongue prodding the inside of his lower cheek. He relished watching you tense up. He adored seeing the crimson color that your cheeks always took when he was near by. He took pleasure in making your mind race.

You bit your lip and tried to escape his intense gaze, "Oh. . . well, um- not really."

"That's no fun," Xavier responded, closing the distance between you two with his arm around your shoulder. "I bet you would have had a lot more fun if I had actually been there," he added in a whisper so close to your ear that you felt his peppermint breath brush your skin. You choked on the iced coffee you took a sip from as he spoke.

Enid's cheerful self abruptly interrupted the two of you as she rushed over to the table. "Hiya, you two love birds! I see the two of you are getting very cozy— you know, just say the word and I’ll make you matching snoods!” the blond girl continued to her never ending conversation as she jumped from one subject to the other with Divina. How she had so much energy at this hour of the morning puzzled you.

Yet, you swiftly turned your attention to Xavier. He was talking to Yoko and Ajax about tonight's smoking session at this point, but you couldn't help but think about the remark he had just made moments before. What did he mean when he said "if he had actually been there”?

You kept thinking about this mornings exchange all day long—during class, dinner, and even while taking a shower—and it still didn't make any sense to you. As you rinsed your mouth with water, you spit out the extra toothpaste and made your way into your room again. Enid was seen putting together a small bag as you left the bathroom.

“Where are you going? It's late," you so blatantly stated.

“I'm spending the night at Ajax's. I won’t be back until morning,” she joyfully said as she twisted the doorknob, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” She wiggled her eyebrows before vanishing through the door on the other side. She was utterly obsessed with her boyfriend, truthfully it made you sick. But when Enid stayed over at her boyfriend's dorm, you treasured the nights you had to yourself. And just like the previous evening, you had plans to let all of your sexual frustrations out. This time, before settling into bed, you searched your bedside table until you found the vibrating toy you had managed to smuggle in. You inhaled deeply before turning it on at a low setting and slipping off your panties.

You couldn't stop picturing Xavier's morning appearance. His messy up-do. His drowsy eyes. The way he leaned in and put his arm around your shoulder. His scratchy, low voice that made it impossible for anyone to hear what only the two of you should know. His comment popped in your head once more. If I had actually been there.

If I had actually been there.

It was almost immediately clear. You almost felt foolish for not noticing it sooner. As you stopped to consider, you turned off your vibrating toy. Ajax periodically brought up Xavier’s visions whenever he spent time in Enid and yours shared dorm room. How sometimes Xavier would deem them as ‘insanely too realistic.’ At this point, your thoughts were racing almost as fast as your heart. You couldn't help but question whether you were thinking things out of context or if everything made total sense. Was he having visions of your nightly routine?

There was only one way to find out, you thought. You put your theory to the test as you fiddled with your newly purchased pearl ring on your index finger. You powered your vibrator again, this time increasing its level. Images of Xavier filled your mind once more. Now that the toy was on your eager clit, it sent sparks throughout your body. You let out a soft moan as you imagined Xavier starting to flick your now swollen clit with his hot, wet tongue. You could almost hear him uttering the filthy vulgarities to you in his painting studio again: "Are you going to take my entire dick in your cunt like a good girl too?” Remembering the hunger in his tone, you immediately felt a searing sensation in your core.

“wish you could see the mess I make for you every night,” you spoke into your empty room. The pressure between your thighs forced your hips to stutter. With your free and wandering hand, you grabbed a fistful of your linen bed sheets. So much so that you came to terms with the mark your ring might leave.

You were now so close to the edge that it was difficult to control your trembling legs. Even though it wasn't your first time using your vibrator, you were truly amazed with how quickly it always brought you to release. The intensity of your toy caused you to cry in ecstasy as your toes now curled, your chest rose, and your eyes were glued shut.

“I’m yours xavi, gonna- gonna cum for you.” Once you reached your peak with just one person in mind, your juices started to seep out of your hole. Your lips were spewing out his name like a mantra.

Xavier was seemingly sound asleep the entire time all the way in Hamlet Hall. He was quietly whimpering as he laid on his stomach, a firm grasp on his pillow as he gently rolled his hips into his mattress. Thanks to your filthy mouth, he was in a pool of his own cum. Your name rolled off his tongue as your gaping cunt came into clear view, which was now dripping for him. While he's seen you touch yourself before, this vibrator was a new one, and he knew he'd pay for it the next morning.

He most certainly did when he awoke late with yet another pair of ruined underwear. He skipped breakfast and hurried through the hallways to get to History of Greek Mythology in time, then slouched in his normal seat as the professor welcomed the class. He exhaled a sigh of relief as he scanned the classroom for you. When he peered at you, a faint smile began to form at the end of his mouth. Your hair was pulled back into an almost perfect bun as you sat at your desk with your chin resting on your palm. His gaze traveled up your body and to your familiar fingers. Yet, before he turned away, his typical arrogant grin reappeared reminiscing your whimpers with the faint sound of vibrations. Xavier shuffled in his seat, trying not to get too worked up in the midst of the first period.

After an hour of learning about The Trojan War, you sprinted to catch up to Xavier as the bell rang, bypassing the rest of your classmates.

“Thought you weren’t going to show for first today,” you smiled innocently up at him as your hand reached for his wrists.

"And miss Achilles' fight in the Trojan War? How could I?" He scoffed sarcastically before exposing his pearly teeth.

You rolled your eyes at his remark and chuckled in response. You seemed to appreciate his amiable banter, which was one of his best qualities. He always kept you on your toes.

"Nice ring, by the way," he continued and your eyebrows raised almost instantly. You fought a self-satisfied grin that threatened to creep up on your face. His arrogance finally caught up with him. You had him precisely where you wanted him. “Do you know what pearls symbolize? Being innoce--”

“Xavier, I’m not wearing a ring.”

As he spotted the mark your ring had made on your outstretched hands but no pearl in sight, his face flushed. He looked back at you, and you responded with a fake expression of perplexity and a grin. He was caught, and he was aware of it.

“Did- did I say ring? I meant to say necklace. No, earring. Fuck- I must still be woozy from waking up late. Do you think they’re still serving breakfast?” He made a pathetic attempt to change the subject. Scratching the back of his neck, he added "I'm starving."  You absolutely relished being the one who made him tense up for a change. You could understand his usual confidence now; it was difficult not to be cocky from this vantage point.

“How do you know about my pearl ring?” You questioned while raising an eyebrow at him and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“You always wear it, what do you mean?"  He managed to let out a nervous laugh.

"I just got it. And if my memory serves me well, I've never worn it to class.” In front of you, Xavier deteriorated into a sweaty, frantic mess.

“So… how can you possibly know about my ring? Unless of course you've been in my room without my knowledge." 

You could see the gears inside his head turning. He searched his mind for an excuse. An explanation. Anything.

He groaned before giving in, "What do you want me to say, y/n," realizing he had been caught. He must have experienced a massive increase in blood pressure as you approached his face when he felt his knees buckle. Before speaking, you leaned fairly close to his ear.

"I want you to admit that you watch me cum for you every night. While you're at it, tell me how hard it makes you." 

Xavier was taken aback. He looked about, wondering whether this was all a dream, and even contemplated pinching himself. Were you actually in front of him, gazing intently into his lingering green eyes, fully aware of his obscene visions? He could feel his dick twitch in his uniform pants, and he took shallow breaths as a result of your exuding confidence. You were messing with him. And he could see you enjoyed it. It was thrilling to see him fold in front of you. Just like you wanted to, you finally had him tightly wrapped around your finger.

In the back of his throat, Xavier could feel his breath becoming heavy. "Stop it. Stop talking,” he said in between gritted teeth.

A cunning grin plastered on your face now and he felt instant regret for his previous comment, “Watch me. Oh, wait, you already do, don’t you?”

He witnessed his confidence fading and knew something had to be done.

“I’ll make you shut up. You’d like that right?” Xavier drew closer to you as he made every and any effort to suppress the urge to pin you up and fuck you beside these lockers right now. "But I'm not someone you can easily get rid of."

“Who said I’d want that?” It was your turn to be quick on your feet for once. Your scoff reached his ears, and he could feel his heart, which seemed to swell into a mallet and swing against his rib cage. “You know, for someone who loves to perv over me, you surely aren’t paying much attention to what I say.” You teased him even further by running your fingertips over the hem of his pants. There were several goosebumps visible in the slight gap where his uniform shirt had ridden up and revealed his lower stomach.

“I- I think that’s called being distracting. . .”

You shook your head, your laughter echoing down the almost completely empty corridor." Well, whether you're there or not," you spoke, reaching up and fixing the collar of his uniform. Under your touch, he involuntarily shivers, and you notice his adams apple bob up before returning to its usual spot. “You know what I’ll be up to tonight.” Before locking eyes with him for the final time, you bite down on your lips and offer a sweet smile. His usual mint-colored eyes were lust-filled and dark. He would never confess that the image of your precious, delicate fingers throbbing inside of you was the reason for the little damp spot that was growing in his underwear.

Your figure as you worked your way to your next period was carefully followed by his gaze. Vanilla, your typical intoxicating fragrance, still lingered. His cock began to quiver once more as a result of your swaying hips, and he eventually looked down to see the raging boner you had triggered yet again. A cocky, lopsided grin crept up on his face. He recognized your baffling little act. After you realized he had been watching last night, he was in awe of the show you had put on for his eyes and his eyes only. He has always figured that you are much more than the quiet girl everyone makes you out to be. And although his cheeks were now cherry red, he secretly felt almost proud that he was the only one who knew what a complete slut you were. And you will be his slut tonight.

A.N: my sweet and beautiful friend, @baziutawrites, deserves the biggest shout out for helping me on this one!!! Your patience and thoughtfulness never goes unnoticed. Oops forgot to add crazy dirty mind. This has easily become one of my favorites and I have you to thank for that my lovey. Thank you thank you thank you!!!

for the bestie that sent in this idea— wow. is all I could say! i wasn’t planning on writing a part three and much less was I planning to take it in this direction so kisses to you! 🤍🦋🪴🧚🏼‍♀️

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[fangirlies]

Raven- (x.t)

Pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

Request: can I request Xavier Thorpe helping reader dye her hair purple?

Warning: suggestive. no smut tho. cursing. (Please let me know if I should be aware of anything else)

A.N: hi fangirlies!🧚🏼‍♀️ Here’s a small one shot based on a request I got. Thought it was cute and wouldn’t take too much time. Also.. I’ve never box dyed my hair so I might have had to search up detailed steps to it lol

also can we all stop lying and admit she was everyone’s girl crush at one point?

“You're going to look so sexy, pumpkin" Xavier exclaims with excitement. "Raven was my childhood crush; I’m getting hard just thinking about you with purple hair."

“You had a crush on a cartoon character? You’re such a freak” you teased your boyfriend.

A new year meant a new you. What better way to update your appearance than to dye your hair? Your boyfriend's eyes lit up the moment you mentioned that you were considering dying it. “Purple, Purple, Purple!” Xavier shouted relentlessly. Even though you hadn't considered such a dramatic transformation, his 20 minute argument of why you should dye your hair purple had convinced you. Purple was a fun color, and you reasoned that it wouldn't clash terribly with your skin tone. So, he accompanied you to the store and you bought a box of purple dye. Now here you were, in your dorm room waiting for xavier to help you apply the dye to your hair. His one and only wish was to be present for the entire thing. You debated it for a while, picturing him squealing like a little girl the whole way through and taking forever to finish. Ultimately, you only caved because you reasoned that being the talented artist that he is would make him the best assistant.

You sat in your desk chair swinging side to side as you waited, he wouldn’t shut up about how this was actually happening.

"Hurry up and get started before I change my mind." He promptly tore open the box, pulled out the contents, and arranged them neatly on your desk. He carefully brushed your hair, removing any knots, with a hairbrush in hand. He always treated you so delicately. Not including those times you begged him to use you as his own personal toy in bed, of course. The latex gloves that were included in the box had been slipped on by Xavier, who secured the second one like a surgeon would before performing surgery.

“Let’s fucking do this!” He shouted enthusiastically.

He began by dividing your hair into small sections. Then, he dipped a small brush into the mixture and applied the mixture from roots to tips. Every time you'd try to start a conversation, you'd get sushed, then get a snappy "I can't focus with you talking to me" or "Shut up, I'm working" in response. He was taking this entirely too serious and that made you laugh. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his tongue was sticking out from the corner of his mouth. He could seriously do anything and the butterflies in your stomach would still flutter. I’m so madly in love with this idiot, you thought.

He completed your head and then started the timer for the indicated time the directions stated. He loved to take charge in anything he was working on, so you enjoyed that you could relax and not worry about the whole process. Aimlessly scrolling through your socials.

“Ok now what?” You asked, swinging your desk chair to face him as he slipped off the gloves.

“Now we wait”

After 30 minutes, the timer rang throughout your dorm, and Xavier jolted out of bed at the sound of it.

"Let’s take a shower," he instructed as he yanked you across the room and followed you into the bathroom.

"Nuh-uh, wait outside," you spoke as you gently pushed him out of the bathroom. He pouted at you, knowing you never refused his puppy eyes. But you shook your head before closing the bathroom door.

You spent an hour rinsing the hair dye, washing and blow drying your hair, styling it to impress your boyfriend. You took one last look in the mirror and knew exactly how Xavier would react. You couldn't deny that he did an amazing job. Your hair was a consistent shade of lavender and it complimented your eyes well. You could only imagine what Xavier would say as you smiled at your reflection in the mirror.

“Baby?” You called out. Wondering if he was awake after spending an eternity in the bathroom.

“Fucking finally! Bring your pretty ass out here, now”

"I don't think you're ready."

"For the love of God, y/n. Now is not the time to tease... get out here," you could hear the desperation in his voice.

"Alright alright, but close your eyes. . . Are they closed?"

"Yes they are, come out."

You carefully opened the door and peered into your room to see if he was truly closing his eyes. He was sitting on the edge of your bed, his hands over his eyes like a child. He’s such a good boy, you thought to yourself. You knew he’d follow your directions, he always did as you asked like a love sick puppy. You told him to open his eyes while stopping directly in front of his legs. His face was filled with shock and amusement.

“What do ya think?” You ask as you twirled, striking a pose as you faced him again.

"I- wow, I truly didn't believe you could get any hotter" adoration in his eyes. His face lit up with great pleasure as he gazed at your lilac-colored hair.

"Ya know- if the whole artist thing doesn't work out for you, a hair artist could be your calling," you joked as he reached for your waist and guided you to sit on his lap.

"Pumpkin..I warned you of what this purple hair would do to me," he pressed his lips against the crook of your neck, littering the space with wet kisses.

You let out a soft moan as you moved your gaze down to his lap and saw just how much he appreciated you in purple hair.

The name raven was added to the long list of nicknames he had for you, and you had to admit, it had to be your new favorite.

if you sent in a request, I see you! waiting to get home to start working on them. writing from your phone is hard work.

For the bestie that sent in this request— I hope it was more or less what you had in mind! Wasn’t sure if you wanted fluff or smut so I kinda added a little of both. thank you for requesting 🤍🦋🪴🧚🏼‍♀️

As always— requests are always open! Share your thoughts! Talk to me! Get something off your mind! ✨

[fangirlies]

Don’t imagine Xavier sneak into your home at night, talking about existential questions… just don’t.

Also don’t imagine him behind you while your write or read with music in your headphones. Don’t.

Another Saturday night that you decide to spend binge-watching your favorite netflix show that you've already seen four times while lounging in bed in your coziest pajamas. You politely declined when Yoko and Divina begged you to accompany them to check out the new mini-golf course Jericho had just opened. Nothing seemed more appealing to you than kicking back with a bag of your favorite candy, sour gummy worms.

Your attention was briefly drawn from your tv to your balcony when you heard a slight knock at your window. You though nothing of it seeing as Yoko, your roommate, would occasionally forget her keys and climb through the balcony in an effort not to wake you up. You rolled out of bed and moved towards you window after putting on your slippers. To your amazement, it was your boyfriend, Xavier.

“What are you doing here?” Looking around, hoping no one saw him climb up, you hurriedly snatched him up by his coat and dragged him into your dorm room. “You’re going to get us caught, you idiot” It wasn’t allowed for boys and girls to be in the same dorm. Your visits to Jericho would be revoked if principle Weems found out.

“Wow, I’m excited to see you too” he laughed.

You let out a breathy laugh and pressed your lips on his, “hi baby”

"Everyone's out playing mini golf, but I had a better idea," he said, pulling a bag of sour gummy worms from the plastic bag he was carrying. He knew you so well.

When you saw more of your favorite sweets, you leaped up to reach the bag he was holding over his head. Before you could get the bag of candies, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the bed. You two managed to find a comfortable position to rest in. Because your lover was an actual giant and the beds at Nevermore were only designed for one student, it was impossible for the two of you to fit. However you managed to turn onto your side, snuggle up against his chest, and raise your upper leg to rest it across his warm body.

You two stayed up all night watching your favorite show. He wouldn't quit asking you about the plot. "Xay, let's just watch something else. I'm not going to sit here and recap four seasons of vampire diaries to you."

You two settled on some cliche rom-com that you knew he only agreed to because of how giddy you got when seeing Matthew McConaughey was starring in it.

The closing credits appeared up on the screen after a while.

“Wow, that was lame,” he said in a low, raspy voice clearly fighting the urge to fall asleep.

“Xavier, shut up.” You laughed as you recalled him attempting to wipe his tears before you noticed them. "You were crying when she found out it was all just a bet and he found out she used him to write a column in her magazine," you mentioned.

“Ok, ok, sheesh, it’s just that -their argument was so pointless. They fell in love while using each other for their own personal advantage. So what?”

To your astonishment, when you looked at the time on your phone, it was 1:30 am.

“Xay, it’s late.. you should get go-“ he interrupted you.

“Do you think we were all placed on earth to fulfill something? like each of us has a different purpose in life?" He asked. In all honesty, you were stunned by the inquiry. At one in the morning, you didn't anticipate becoming philosophical. But you were aware that your partner often becomes somewhat nutty when he was deprived from sleep. You remained silent as you had no idea how to respond to that.

“This is going to sound so fucking corny but I think one of my purposes is to experience the kind of love you offer. . . like pure and genuine love. No one, I swear, ever inspires me the way you do. not even Bianca when we were a thing. Fuck, I'm so whipped,” your heart sunk. You’ve said your ‘I love you’s’ before but this was a whole other way of him confessing to you. He was being so vulnerable with you. You were barely breathing by the time you sat up in bed. You could feel tears starting to fill your eyes. You scanned your brain's depths while you studied his face for a moment, but you were unable to utter a single word. Instead, you sat on top of him and gave him countless kisses while letting the tears fall. After some time, Xavier mustered the courage to stop. Not because he wasn't enjoying your tender kisses, but rather so he could look up at you for a second. Slipping your loose strand of hair behind your ear to get a better look of you. He grinned while gazing into your eyes as he leaned back even more onto the cushion.

“You’re never getting me to watch another rom-com again.. this feels entirely too corny”

And with that, you two spent your first sleepover together. As you cuddled up next to your boyfriend, wondering how you got so lucky, the possibility of getting caught didn’t seem all that bad.

A.N: fangirlies! this felt almost disgusting to write but I’d fold if someone ever told me something like this. I might be projecting, don’t look at me. but the gif gave me such soft vibes, he needed to be a love sick puppy in this one.

[fangirlies]

Look after you- (x.t)

Pairing: xavier thorpe x gn!reader

Request: Hey I was wondering if ur requests are open for Xavier? If so will u please write fluff Xavier Thorpe taking care of sick reader

Warnings: sick reader. fluff. fluff. fluff. (Please let me know if I should be aware of anything else)

you’ve begun to feel like homeee

It had been a few days since you had gotten a good night's rest. Constantly waking up in the middle of the night in a pool of your own sweat, being unable to breathe through your nose, and coughing fits had become the new normal for the past three days. The lack of movement caused your bones to ache. You had begged your boyfriend, Xavier, not to come visit you because you looked like you had just returned from a brutal war. You were afraid you'd scare him away with your puffy, bloodshot eyes, which were accompanied by eye bags from lack of sleep.

When you first started feeling ill, you told him it might be a good idea if you stayed away until you felt better. He passed by your dorm after class and slid a drawing of you beneath your door in hopes of making you smile. It’s safe to say his drawings always did. The second day, he said he missed your voice and sat outside in the hall until curfew, talking to you through the door.

The third day was a little quieter. You hadn't heard anything from him all day. He usually texts you throughout the day, and since you've been sick, he's been quick to respond. However, not today. You found it odd, but figured he was occupied with classes.

At noon, there was a knock on your door. You wondered who it could be since classes would continue for another three hours. With two blankets wrapped around your shivering body, you managed to make it to the door. The dark, wooden door swung open, revealing a tall and lanky figure in front of you. “Hi pumpkin,” a huge smile plastered on his handsome face. You let out a loud yelp and began to close the door. To your dismay, Xavier instantly swung his foot forward to prevent you from slamming it in his face. Mentally cursing yourself for being twice as slow as you normally would be.

"Xavier, I look like shit!" Shame had led you to shield your face with one of your blankets.

"I highly doubt that," Xavier’s voice now coming from inside your room. "I brought you some stuff," he said before dumping the contents that were in a paper bag onto your bed. You stood at one end of the room, face hidden, keeping your distance from him.

"Medicine, ice cream, tissues, and those little candies that relieve your sore throat"

He quickly glanced over at your hidden figure and chuckled before approaching you.

"Babe, thank you for the stuff, but please leave," you whined, taking a step back as he got closer. “I don't want to get you sick."

“That’s no way to thank me” Xavier caressed both of your cheeks and pressed his plump, pink lips against yours. "Now let's go run you a bath," he said as he spun on his heels and made his way into your bathroom.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class? You don't have to do this, baby," a pouty lip visible on your sick and pale face, assuring him that you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.

Before filling the bathtub to the brim, Xavier turned on the water and checked it’s temperature “Would you relax? I want to look after you, angel." Again, he presses his lips against yours, this time you give in and kiss him back. His lips began looking irresistible after three days of being unable to see him.

"Hands up," he instructed as he removed the pajamas you had been wearing the last few days, folded them neatly, and set them aside on your bathroom sink. He examined your body for a minute in awe. Even with your hair in a messy bun and snot threatening to drip from your nose, he looked at you as if you were the most expensive diamond he'd ever laid eyes on.

While you relaxed in the bathtub to some of your favorite songs, he filled you in on the gossip you've missed the past few days. You swore he was the cure you were looking for when he wrapped you in a towel and put you in a clean set of pajamas. Xavier ultimately persuaded you to blow dry your hair so you wouldn't feel sicker, and the two of you nestled up in bed. One of his hands snaked beneath your head and wrapped itself around your body as you lay on his chest. Captivated with whatever it was on television that managed to catch your attention.

“Thank you for taking care of me, xavi” you uttered as you turned to look up at him.

"Pumpkin, you don't have to thank me,” He gave your nose a tiny boop as he remarked, "I do it because I love you.” Your focus returned to the t.v and you wondered how you managed to get so lucky to be with such a caring and loving boyfriend. He constantly reminded you that you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen, regardless of how crazy you looked. He didn't seem to care that your bed wasn't made and that your room was littered with used tissues. He didn't mind skipping his final two class periods to come see you. He simply wanted to make sure you were doing okay and would do whatever it took to make you feel better.

A.N: it’s the “hands up” for me :((

for the bestie that sent in this request- this was a cute one! i hope it was more or less what you were hoping for. thank you for requesting 🤍🦋🪴🧚🏼‍♀️

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[fangirlies]

AGREEED i love jealous xavier too 👀 what about ajax tired of his bff being tormented around reader that he pretends he has a crush on her so xavier would make a move on her faster

-🍓

There you sat, cross-legged as you took a bite of your breakfast. Xavier eyed the way you body gently rises as you took in a fresh breath. He watched as you graciously greeted your friends. He noticed how your hair fell almost too flawlessly on your school blazer and you, as usual, played with the ends of it.

"You know, now that I'm really looking at her... she's kinda sexy," Ajax muses. Xavier shifts his gaze from your seated body across the quad to his best friends sitting beside him. It wasn’t like Ajax didn’t know how bad Xavier drooled at the mere thought of you. The gorgon was becoming irritated, hearing and seeing Xavier nearly fall at his feet for you but never doing anything about it. Hell, it wasn't even 8:00 a.m yet, and Xavier already seemed to be in a trance. Ajax noticed his best friend tense up, but Xavier brushed aside his comment. Ajax had him exactly where he wanted him. But to Xavier’s dismay, that wasn’t the last of it.

“She acts all innocent but I’d bet fifty bucks she’s into some kinky shit.” The beanie-wearing boy and the tortured artist sat there and watched you laugh innocently at something Enid said. They watched as you batted your eyelashes and leaned forward, your skirt riding up your thigh.

“Shut up dude,” Xavier said through gritted teeth. He was now tapping his fingers furiously and clenching his jaw to the point of nearly snapping. Ajax realized he was getting to him and still pushed further.

“Shit, if you don’t make a move, I might-”

Xavier jerked up before Ajax finished his sentence, nearly spilling his half-eaten breakfast. He didn’t want to hear it. He couldn’t hear it. The very thought of Ajax getting to you first drove him insane. You were his, even if you didn't even know it yet. Xavier glared at Ajax, who was now fighting back a mischievious grin.

“Y/N” Xavier zeroes in on you, his voice persistent, but hesitant with the impending question. “hey, can we talk?” Xavier interrupted your groups conversation while shoving his hands deep into his sweaters pockets. You were taken aback, but flashed your sweet smile like you always did. The one that made xavier melt each time. When he noticed your friends were paying close attention to the words that were about to depart his lips, he pulled you further away. Away from prying eyes.

“What’s going on?” You inquired. Your expression of worry caused his heart to swell.

“Do you uh. . .” When it finally dawned on him that he was speaking to you, he became a bundle of nerves. As he danced around his words, a small bead of sweat formed on his brow. You stood in front of him with your warm eyes and rosy cheeks, and a worried look plastered on your face. His knees practically buckled. "Would you want to uhm maybe. . . have a coffee some time? With-with me.”

Your sweet smile grew larger, which he didn’t know was even possible, and your rosy cheeks turned into a shade of crimson. “Is Thorpe asking me out on a date?”

“Ye-ah, I mean if, if that’s what you want to call it. If not, it’s cool. I don't want to make you uncomfor-"

"I'd love to go on a date with you, Thorpe."

Ajax’s jaw was left hanging and to say he was speechless would be an understatement. He knew it would drive Xavier crazy, but he never imagined it’d drive him to the point of asking you out. If he had known that, he would have tormented his best friend ages ago.

[fangirlies]

Home is wherever you are- (x.t)

Pairing: xavier thorpe x gn!reader

Request: older xavier and reader in their flat in the early mornings, when xavi woke up earlier and decided to make breakfast and he is casually just lulling a melody or even a song (he doesn`t have to be good at it, but come on now, this guy has a nice voice) and reader comes behind him to hug and they gently sway together

Warnings: too much sweetness to handle. (Please let me know if I should be aware of anything)

A loud bang accompanied by some whispered curse words woke you up from your slumber. The world was still quiet. No birds chirping. No adults on their journey to work. Just the serene silence of the outside, leaving you puzzled by the commotion that had emerged from within your four walls. As you discovered the warmth your lover provided every night was no longer felt, you gently turned your head. You discovered an empty edge. The space was filled with your jumbled bed sheets. Your mind was now buzzing with unwanted, illogical thoughts. You uncovered your body from your bed sheets and began heading toward the noise, hoping it was simply your boyfriend who woke up with so much inspiration that he couldn't wait to paint at a reasonable hour.

You couldn't help but sigh with relief as you heard a faint song coming from your kitchen. Before you approached the corner, you could hear Xavier humming the chorus of Taylor Swift's Lover. You couldn't refrain from chuckling at his song choice. She was one of your favorite singers who you couldn't try and convince him to like. Yet after the two of you graduated from Nevermore and decided to purchase your own apartment, he began to appreciate the beat of this particular song. Granted, you did regularly blast it around the flat. He'd have it stuck in his brain sooner or later.

"You're my, my, my, my lover." With nothing but his briefs and socks, he sung as he cracked an egg into the hot skillet. All you could do was stare in awe. Your mind was suddenly filled with all of your fondest moments spent with Xavier. The first time you two first met. The first time he asked you out on a date, which for someone so confident— you weren't expecting to see him so jittery. The first time he said the three words you were looking forward to hearing. When he visited your hometown and was immediately accepted into the family. Little did you imagine that here is where you would find yourself: leaning against the wall, arms crossed, starring at the man you intend to spend your life with preparing breakfast at 5:00 in the morning like some sort of mad man.

You proceeded to approach him cautiously, making sure not to startle him. The only source of light is a dim overhead light fixture. As he noticed a figure nearing him, he turned to face you. He still had droopy eyelids, chapped lips, and a face full of sleep. A gradual but sweet smile came upon his face, making you fall even more in love with him—something you had no idea was even possible.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he hoarsely whispered, voice cracking at the end. Xavier kissed your forehead before returning his attention to the meal he was preparing. “How’d you sleep?”

You embraced him from behind, wrapping your arms around his middle. You smiled as you realized that you had discovered the heat you had been seeking when you first awakened. Your nose was overwhelmed with the familiar ashy odor of charcoal crayon dust. You could make the case that it was the loveliest scent in the world mainly because it reminded you of Xavier. It was overpowering, yet it provided comfort and made you feel at ease anytime it entered your nose.

"You are aware that it is…" You paused to look at the glowing yellow light that the microwave showcased, “5:47 in the morning, yeah?” You shifted your head to its previous position, his warm and exposed back.

You could feel the vibrations of his laugh flow through his body as his melodic chuckle rang through your ears. "It's never too early for breakfast. Besides, gotta take care of my girl.” Xavier set the spatula on the counter and turned to face you, never losing contact with your touch. His hair was pulled back in a messy low bun, which you appreciated since it allowed you to admire his dopey features. He gently squeezed your butt while putting one of his infamous million-dollar smiles on display, which you adored so very much.

"Did you ever imagine this?" you asked, breaking the comfortable silence. You rested your chin on his chest as you gazed up at him, anticipating his response.

“Imagine cooking at 5 in the morning? I've always been an early bird-" “No silly, I meant this. Us living together and making it this far.”

“Oh-“ Xavier straightened his back and glanced as he reflected for a moment. “Nah, not really. It took me completely by surprise."

You gasped and took a step back to examine his face closely. He stayed leaning on the kitchen counter, a smirk on his face, his gaze drawn to your shocked expression. Once more, Xavier stretched out to embrace you and this time, he held you a little tighter.

“Of course I did. I imagined it the moment you ended up sitting next to me in Thornhills class. You- you complimented my simple sketch of a butterfly and stared at it as if it was the most precious thing in the world when I made it come to life. . . And I was certain of it when you hung out with me the weekend our parents were meant to visit and my dad never showed.  Do you remember what you said to me that night?” His emerald eyes were now peering at you intently after reminiscing some of the sweetest memories you had offered throughout his Nevermore years. You shook your head, terrified that if you spoke, no words might come out.

“You said not to worry and that you could be my family.” His fingers were now tracing imaginary circles on your lower back's exposed skin. "I knew then that you'd be mine one day."

A tear crept down your face as he recalled moments of the two of you that had slipped your memory. Xavier wiped away your tear before it could fall from your cheek. Another tender kiss was placed on your forehead.

“I love you, do you know that?” You mumbled as you clutched him even tighter, as if you never planned to let him go.

"Kinda hard not to, don't ya think, after I just wooed you with these words?"

His cheeky grin reappeared on his face.

"Hey, watch it before I go to bed and leave you to clean up your mess,"  You said, pinching his back softly but hard enough to get him to jolt up.

“Kidding. I love you more, sweetheart.”

“Now, what was it that you were singing earlier?” As he realized he had been caught singing a Taylor Swift song by himself in the kitchen, you looked up at his towering figure and chuckled. He knew you'd never let him forget this one.

“We could leave the Christmas lights up till January,” You started singing. You didn't have the most beautiful singing voice, and Xavier lacked even more, but none of you cared. This is another of those moments you want to remember for years to come.

Xavier’s smile grew bigger before taking your hand and giving you a twirl, “This is our place, we make the rules.”

“And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear.” Xavier threw his arms around you again, this time pulling you into his chest.

"Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?" you swayed as you sang the rest of the song together. Or at least as much as Xavier knew. It wasn't long until the scent of something burning caught your attention and interrupted your short-lived concert. Your meal had been spoiled, yet all you could do was laugh about it. You two were idiots in love. Two fools who knew the instant you spotted one another. Two fools who would sing your hearts out while preparing breakfast at 5 a.m. for the rest of your lives. Neither of you would have had it any other way.

A.N: this was very cute to write. i think I broke my own heart? hate when I get these overwhelming feels..

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Gorgons & Coffee Grounds - (a.p)

Pairing: ajax petropolus x normie!reader

Summary: curiosity takes over when an unfamiliar set of brown eyes appear at your usual hangout spot.

Warnings: slow burn. reader has no knowledge about ajax being a gorgon. (please let me know if I should be aware of anything else)

Listening to: you and me- Lifehouse & love- Lana del rey,

A.N: we all know ajax can’t take a hint for the life of him but for the sake of this fic, let’s pretend he’s a little bold. and can we all admit we want to either own a coffee shop or a flower shop in another life? no? just me?

It was almost like you lived in the weathervane. If no one knew any better, they’d say you were glued to your unassigned assigned booth. You appreciated the aroma of freshly roasted coffee, the sight of groups of friends who’d meet up after class and it definitely helped that Tyler would provide free refills considering you were a regular. Today was no different.

"Thanks, Tyler" you thanked as the charming barista served you a cup of hot, freshly brewed coffee.

He gave you his million dollar smirk, "Anything for you, pretty lady." and he left you alone to indulge in whichever book seemed to be your monthly fixation.

You never seemed to be bothered by the constant tinkling of the little bell that sat above the weathervane entrance. But for some strange reason, you found yourself peering up from your chapter and toward the figure entering the coffee shop. You encountered a pair of brown eyes as you turned your attention to the door. A captivating pair that you've never seen in here before. You were here every day, sipping on your coffee and were certain that you would never forget eyes like his.

The boy with the mysterious brown eyes kept walking toward the cash register, hands shoved deep in the pocket of his hoodie. Despite the fact that your attention was drawn back to the book in front of you, you carefully listened to his conversation with Tyler, even though you didn’t exactly intend on being nosy.

“Hey dude, I'll uh- get a regular iced coffee to go," now sliding his cash on the counter toward Tyler.

You couldn't help but question whether he was new in town. Jericho wasn't particularly a large city so everyone knew each other, you would have definitely heard about a new transfer— especially if he was this good looking. You slowly raised your head from your book and directed your gaze his way. He had on cargo pants, a loose-fit hoodie, and an apricot colored beanie that covered his hair. Given that it was spring, you found his choice of wardrobe questionable. While the temperature undoubtedly drops significantly at night, during the day it was practically a sauna. Your eyes gradually travelled up his body till they landed on his eyes that were already fixed on you. As you swiftly turned your head back toward the book, you were sure your cheeks had become a slight shade of pink.

‘Nice going. You definitely look like a total creep now’ your inner voice spoke.

“Here you go, ajax” Tyler called from behind the counter as he handed the iced caffeinated drink to the boy who your mind couldn’t shut up about. What was it about him?

Ajax.

Ajax smiled, "Thanks man, I'll see you tomorrow," before taking his drink and exiting the weathervane.

You were now en route to the eatery, as usual. However, today you spent about an hour deciding what to wear. Although you never gave much thought to what you would wear to a coffee shop, you had a pretty solid excuse to put on your best outfit.

"Hey ty, I'll do the usual," gasping for air as you rummaged through your wallet.

“A white mocha with vanilla sweet cream foam coming up, is there any particular reason you’re all dressed up?” He reached for the steaming pot from the coffee machine with furrowed eyebrows.

“This old thing?” You chuckled nervously as his eyes roamed the upper half of you body that was visible to him from behind the counter. “I um- just came back from dinner at my grandparents house” you lied.

He handed you the cup and gave you a perplexed expression, "It's 5:30. . ."

You lied once more, "early dinner." You refused to reveal the underlying reason behind today's clothing effort. It sounded quite rational to you in your head. Repeating it out loud? Perhaps not so much.

“Okay then, not like I’m complaining," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "You look beautiful." Tyler handed you back some change, which you hurriedly stuffed into your wallet before proceeding to your usual seat.

You never paid any mind to Tyler’s playful words. He was notorious for flirting and flashing his million dollar smile while doing so. Despite how sweet his words were, you were completely unfazed by them.

The small bell over the weathervane entrance rang, causing you to jerk toward it before you could settle in your seat and open your book— not that you were going to do much reading. With his typical beanie and mesmerizing chocolate colored eyes, Ajax entered the room. Another boy with long, unkempt hair was standing by his side. He's unfamiliar to you as well. The two of them seated themselves in the booth in front of yours after placing their orders at the counter.

You could see Ajax's bloodshot eyes from your current position. However, the tall, lanky boy sat in between the two of you, obstructing your vision. They were talking about a girl named Enid, occasional laughs were heard coming from them. You concluded that they were both equally as high. Of course, you justified your nosiness by blaming their roaring voices that rang throughout the shop. Ajax would periodically look up and return your glances while taking small bites of his pastry to hide the fact that he was admiring.

The two boys picked up their belongings and began leaving after a few more minutes of chatting about the Enid girl. The long-haired boy was followed by Ajax, who moved somewhat slowly. You argued for a few seconds with your mind, telling yourself repeatedly not to glance up as if the more you thought about it, the less you'd want to admire him one final time. Your head gently lifted up and to your surprise, you were met with a smirk as he passed your booth. As you met his stare, your cheeks grew a shade of cherry red- surely emitting heat. You thoughtlessly smiled back at him as he was about to exit the weathervane, letting him know you noticed him as well.

Ajax.

Later that evening, you fell asleep to the thought of the fleeting second the two of you shared. That brief encounter has been replaying in your mind since you made it home. It brought you back to grade school, with small butterflies fluttering around in your belly — perhaps other places as well. You couldn't wait to see him the next day, the thrill of exchanging shy smiles and sneaking glances across the room, having a crush was fun even at your big age.

And so you returned to your neighborhood coffee shop, ordered the same coffee, and sat at the same booth the following day. But he never showed up this time. You almost plunged out of your seat at each sound of the door opening and closing. With each face that wasn't his, disappointment set in.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Tyler's familiar voice was heard approaching you, finger pointed toward the entrance and a rag on his opposite hand.

“Nope, why do you ask?”

He took a seat in the empty space in front of you, "well, I lost count after twelve times you eyed who was coming in, so I had to assume you were either waiting for someone or you’re insanely paranoid.” were you being that obvious?

“Oh— no, I guess the coffee has me wired and on edge,” you chuckled as you washed down yet another lie with a mouthful of coffee. Tyler appeared to believe you after a long pause in which he examined your expression.

“Right. . well the Weathervanes hosting an open mic night tomorrow. I know you'll be here anyway, but I thought you could invite some of your friends. Ya know- so you don’t look like a total loner." you mocked, putting your hand over your heart as if his words had any affect on you.

"I'll have you know, galpin, I have tons of friends."

“Books don't count sweetheart, I'll see you tomorrow," his laughter filling the now empty coffee shop.

The real reason you were the last one there crept in as he walked away. Tyler was now cleaning up and preparing to close for the night, and you couldn't help but wonder what if you never saw the beanie wearing boy again? What if you missed the chance to get to know him because you were too afraid to make a move?

All you were left with was an invitation to an open mic night and the name of the guy resonating in your thoughts.

Ajax.

Ajax.

The weathervane was completely packed. This is the most full you've ever seen it actually. Laughing, chatting, and coffee-drinking people could be seen at every corner. The fact that open mic night was a success is something you couldn't help but smile about.

Tyler emerged from the crowd, "Surprised to see you here." You sensed the sarcasm in his voice, which to which you laughed.

“Great turn out!”

“Yeah, half the towns in here," Tyler was clearly proud, the two of you now focusing on the next act that was making their way to the stage. You thought it was unusual, but the boy's beekeeper suit drew your interest.

“Oh I almost forgot, I saved you your booth,” Tyler directed you around the crowd and arrived in front of your usual booth. In the center of the table was a small card that read ‘reserved’.

You chuckled, drawing a grin from the barista boy, "Wow, didn't know I was basically a weathervane celebrity.”

“What can I say, after a few months I think you’ve earned your spot here.”

After taking a seat, you turned your attention to the young boy on stage who was talking about the value of bees and the need to protect them. It was adorable to say the least, so you were invested in his informational speech. You hadn’t even noticed Tyler had left to attend the counter.

“Mind if I join you?” You were startled out of your trance by a voice. His question caused his voice to break, which led you to internally giggle. Awaiting your reaction, the boy with the beanie stood in front of you. A trick of the mind, perhaps? Has he been on your mind so much lately that you’ve begun envisioning him?

His eyebrows sprang up, his eyes shifted, and lips pursed as you struggled to form any words. It brought you back to your senses.

Ajax.

You mentally cursed yourself for exclaiming "Of course" with a bit too much enthusiasm. Ajax silently thanked you and took his seat on the bench in front of you. You seized this opportunity to closely examine his appearance. He surely was handsome. Chiseled features, chin stubble, fingers adorned with rings. Up close, his eyes were even more captivating; they resembled the coffee you adored so much. His fragrance was an intriguing blend of cologne and weed that enticed you.

“Didn't realize you were famous around here,” he said as he pointed at the reserved sign and peered at you with a hint of confusion on his face. “What do I need to do to get special treatment like that?”

You couldn't help but giggle at his remark while tucking a flyaway hair behind your ear. “Spending all of your free time in here is a good way to start..”

“I'm sure being extremely charming to the waiter helps." As he analyzed your expression further, your ears were filled with his endearing laughter. Attempting to hide the flush that was appearing now on your face, you turned toward the up-and-coming act who was carrying a guitar as she approached the stage. The weathervane's crowd erupted in cheers and applause as they receive the young girl.

“Are you planning on taking the mic tonight?” He said, desperately hoping to strike up a conversation with the stunning girl who had been occupying his mind ever since he first spotted her in the exact same booth they were currently in just a few days prior.

“Me? I wouldn't go up there even if you paid me."

“What, no special talent you'd like to share with the people of Jericho?” He questioned.

“What else would I impress people with if I shared all my talents at once? I think I'll keep those tucked under my sleeve."

"So far, you've managed to impress me." He was being honest. He's been drawn to you ever since he saw you staring at him across the coffee shop with a book in hand. Even though Xavier thinks normies are condescending scumbags, Ajax hauled him to Jericho the following day in an effort to show him the girl who had piqued his interest.

“How about you? Any noteworthy abilities you'd like to share with me?” Ajax was taken aback by your question. It was at this moment that he realized you were unaware that he was a student at Nevermore. You were unaware of his true identity. You didn’t know what hid under his beanie. Before he even had the chance to get to know you, he heard a voice in his head telling him he had no chance.

He gazed intently into your eyes, wondering what you would say if he revealed his ancestry to you.

“Uhm. . .”

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Pose for you- (x.t)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

Request: reader has been asking xavier to see his art for weeks and he finally let's her into his secret shed studio but oh no he forgot to hide his sketchbook full of drawings of reader

Warnings: none. (Please let me know if I should be aware of anything else)

A.N: a little one shot to clear my writers block? I’m in a little funk. could be the start of school making me feel off :(anyway, I hope you enjoy! i wanted to write something small for y’all

don’t ask me how I feel about it lol

You've been bugging Xavier to tell you for weeks now. You constantly wondered about his nighttime whereabouts.

"Come on, tell me! You’ve joined a sinister cult? Oh, oh, I know! You've been hiding your real identity so you morph into this enormous, hideous monster in the middle of the woods.”

“You're so aggravating, god. I have a studio for my art. I go to get some peace and quiet.” The tall, lanky boy tickles your sides as he says, "Away from you.”

His biggest regret ever since that conversation is having revealed that piece of information.

“When can I visit this mysterious art studio, hm?”

“Oh wow look at the time, it’s time to head out into the woods and show me your art shed”

“I just want to see it, Xavi, please please, please, please-“

The constant nagging appeared to be working in your advantage. He eventually agreed to show you the place where he spends the majority of his nights almost decaying as he releases whatever is obscuring his mind onto a canvas.

“I didn't think I’d have any visitors, but fuck, I thought my head would burst if I didn't say yes. So ignore the mess," he said, fiddling with the door's lock. You couldn't resist looking around the shed. The location was literally in the middle of nowhere.

“You don't feel scared coming out here by yourself?”

“Afraid the big bad wolf is going to eat me?” As he flung open the door, he chuckled. You were surprised by how cozy it seemed. His favorite drawings littered the wall furthest away from the door. His art supplies were dispersed about his desk, and in the center of the room was a large easel holding a partially completed canvas with a stool tucked under it. On the floor, there were a few tiny paint splatters of a variety of colors.

“There, you saw it. Can we go grab a bite to eat now?” As he made his way to the door, Xavier shoved his hands in his uniform pockets.

You ignored xavier as you kept looking around the shed. You studied each of his breathtaking drawings. He had a charcoal drawing of a vase with roses on his desk, and behind that one he had drawn a lit candle melting away. The open sketchbook that was buried behind those loose leaf papers caught your attention, though. A pair of familiar looking lips was sketched on the page, and oddly enough, it shared your birthmark's identical spot.

Xavier groaned and leaned against the door frame, "come on y/n, it's nothing you haven't seen in my room before.”

You turned the page in his sketchbook to reveal a pair of eyes. You had to admit that they were stunning. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips at the way he managed to capture the slightest detail and speck. He had such skill. You turned the page once again, and there you were. A drawing of you sitting down in Thornhill's class. With a look of deep concentration on your face, you were writing notes in your notebook about whatever plant you were learning that day. As you turned the page, a drawing of yourself from the night of the raven appeared. A huge smile plastered on your face, and he even went as far to capture each detail of your dress.

“Is- is this me?" Of course it was, you thought, what a stupid question to ask. To be fair, you were surprised that he had a sketchbook filled with drawings of you and your mind was unable to think straight. The book was knocked out of your hands before you could turn to the next page. A flushed and fidgety Xavier stood next to you with wide eyes, the book now hidden behind him. His face was flushed with embarrassment.

“Don’t get all embarrassed now. I think it's cute. Let me see some more," you urged, reaching behind him to reclaim his sketchbook, but he held it up high, out of reach no matter how high you jumped.

“It’s nothing, I just get bored in class and start drawing the first thing that comes to mind” he scratched the back of his head nervously as he spoke.

"Those are quite a few times I’ve crossed your mind then. Looks like someone's a little obsessed with me," you teased as you gave up attempting to reach his secret vault of drawings of you and smiled smugly at him. "I'm going to start charging you for any drawings I’m in.”

His cheeks darkened even more, which you didn't think was possible. Xavier's gaze shifted around the room. Eyes landing on anything other than you, and his breathing became erratic. He was cute whenever he got nervous. You approached him and moved the loose strands of hair behind his ears to calm him down. Your hands directed his gaze to you.

“If you wanted me to pose for you, you could’ve just asked.”

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Prettiest painting- (x.t)

Pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend caught you off guard when he sneakily dragged you inside an unfamiliar building.

Warnings: 18+!! Smut follows. Minors do not interact! Cursing. Unprotected sex (don’t try this at home) p in v. All that comes with sex.. I never know what to put on here. (Please let me know if I should be aware of anything else)

Word count: pls don’t make me count lol

A.N: besties. . first time writing actual smut. I’m shy to even post. probably not too great. Shout out to @zavithorpe ; their writings are actually insane and make me blush while picturing puppy xavier. probably my fav account on here. Anyways, enjoy fangirlies 🧚🏼‍♀️

“Xavier, where are we going?” You asked tightening your grip around his enormous hands.

Your lover scolded you, "Stop asking so many questions and just wait," in a harsh whisper. On a school night, you weren't meant to be leaving your dorm room this late. You managed to sneak into Xavier's room, which was terrible enough, but now he has you sneaking into some random building. Was he trying to suspend the two of you?

Before looking around, the lanky boy retrieved a key from his coat pocket and opened the building's door. Who would be awake at 12:45 a.m on a Tuesday? You had so many concerns, yet you chose to keep them to yourself rather than share them with your carefree boyfriend. As you two walked into the dim room together, the heavy door squeaked. The door closed behind you with a loud slam while it was still completely dark. Xavier managed to find the light switch and you were stunned as to where you two were.

“Does this answer your question?” He asked. He brought you into town to visit the art gallery? at nearly one in the morning? You perplexedly turned to glance around.

“It answers one of the many I have,”

Your obsession with knowing every last detail made him giggle. He loved many things about you, and that was one of them.

“Well, I thought it'd be fun to have the place to ourselves,” he said. "Just you, me, and some art," Xavier walked into the open space extending his arms out.

Truthfully, you’ve never done anything like this before so your heart was racing. Your body started to become tense. “How did you even get the keys?” You questioned crossing your arms while scanning your surroundings out of concern that someone could see you two.

“Remember how Tyler destroyed my mural last year?” The fact that he would ask Tyler - of all people - for a favor made you realize that this might be important for him. “I asked him for a favor — to swipe the keys from the owner.” But the expression on your face stayed the same. You were looking at him as if began to lose his mind.

“Relax, pumpkin. I'll give the keys back in the morning.” He gave you a soft kiss on the nose and chuckled, "Lighten up and do something bad for once." He then started to approach the closest painting. You took a deep breath and once more looked around. It was a lovely place, one you’ve never been to before. You were aware that Xavier would never put you in a position where you’d get in trouble. As you started to move in the direction of your boyfriend, you decided to leave your anxieties behind.

With each artwork, you two took your time inspecting. They were all so distinctive from one another. You would occasionally glance up at your giant boyfriend, and the look in his eyes would make you melt. It matched the way he would stare at you whenever you were going on about your day. He was truly in his element.

As the two of you entered the back room, a large canvas covered in a variety of colors was hanging from the wall. He was explaining the painting to you; he was such a nerd for this sort of thing. You were listening closely when you suddenly felt the urge to touch him. He was constantly teaching you new things and was so brilliant that you couldn't help but find it irresistible.

Without thinking twice, you placed your lips against his. He wasn’t expecting it but kissed you back after adjusting himself. A few seconds later, the kiss became more intense. His hands were exploring your body before firmly landing on your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. You laughed at what he did, but a familiar sensation between your thighs also surfaced. That game allows for two players, you reasoned. Your hand released his face on one side and started moving down toward his clothed dick slowly. He grew larger in your palm as you stroked the area over his sweatpants. You ignored his cries of desperation and kept playing with his bulge.

Your boyfriend seemed hesitant about the thought of getting sexual in an art gallery, you could tell. “do something bad for once” you whispered his exact words back at him before planting your lips on his neck. Sucking at the spot near his ear, you knew made him weak.

Xavier's finger lifted your head and planted his lips on yours again. His tongue caressed yours for a while before he pulled back and began whispering in between breaths.

“Can-can I fuck you? Right now?” He inquired in a barely audible manner, almost as if he wasn’t even sure himself.

You’ve never fucked your boyfriend in public- or anyone for that matter. But you didn't think twice about it because all you wanted was to feel Xavier. You offered him a small smile as you glanced up at him through your eyelashes and untied the knot on his sweatpants. His demeanor changed to one of excitement with a hint of hunger.

He again leaned in and gave you a passionate kiss. Making out with the sole intention of tasting one another. You managed to liberate his red and swollen cock out of the confinement of his sweatpants. To your amazement- he had nothing under. What a slut, you thought. You started stroking his length with the help of his precum to tug at his dick easily. His mouth was spewing gentle groans that were so desperate. Despite the fact that you knew he wanted to feel your warm cunt around him, you decided to quicken the pace around his cock because you simply enjoyed teasing him. He was able to utter a quick "Plea-please." He stopped kissing you due to the pleasure he was receiving from you becoming too overwhelming.

He chose to instead let his eyes close and his head fall back. He was caught off guard when he felt your wet tongue on his tip. He gazed down at you and found you already looking up at him. He reverted to his former stance with his head facing the ceiling and mumbled behind gritted teeth, "Fuck, don't look at me like that unless you want me to bust right now.” You started bobbing your head in the pace you knew your boyfriend enjoyed. He jerked his hips into you and began aiding your already wide mouth in taking in his entire dick before his hands managed to grip the back of you head- holding a fistful of hair. His pelvis was in contact with your nose. The more nosies your mouth made, the louder Xavier became.

He interrupted your fun by demanding, "Get up," yet you did as he ordered. He led you to the closest bench and forced you to sit down. Finding yourself giggling at how quickly he removed your underwear and tossed it to the side. Shivers ran down your spine when the temperature on your lower body adjusted. However, when Xavier's tongue licked the bundle of nerves at your center, you arched your back almost instantly.

You uttered "Wa- wait xavi," feeling embarrassed at how exposed you were in the middle of the art exhibition. He didn’t care. Xavier desired you at this very moment and was going to taste you no matter what. He couldn’t even think clearly as he is so fucking turned on that this is happening in front of the eyes of many paintings. You can tell by the way he begins to lick you—he looked like a man who hasn't eaten in years. He looks up at you and starts flicking his tongue in your fluttering hole. He enjoyed watching you convulse at how he was dragging his tongue over your wet pussy. Knowing only he could get you this way.

“Oh fuck, Xav- fuck," you exhale as one of your hands rushes to grab his hair and lightly tug at it.

“You thought you could tease me like that and I wouldn’t do anything about it?” As he brought two fingers to the opening of your hole, he chucked. While skilfully pounding into your fluttering hole as you grow closer and closer to the brink, he ignores your whimpers and begins sucking on the swollen nub with all of his might. As if your hips weren't already close enough to his mouth, you moved them closer.

You managed to warn him, "I'm- I'm close."

That signaled him to completely lay you down and ram his already-hard cock into you. He hissed at how tight you were. Your back was on the cold, hard bench now and he was hovering over you. By the time his free hand—the one not wrapped around your neck—reaches your leaking pussy, he has complete control over your body and you had no complaints. His thrusts became faster and sloppier, drawing circles around your swollen clit. Your and Xavier's audible groans, together with the sound of skin slapping against skin, filled the room.

A cocky smile would emerge on his face when you no longer could hold his name in, and he would periodically gaze down at you to watch how your cunt swallows his entire dick.

"You're so fucking gorgeous. I love seeing you like this.” The knot in your stomach grew stronger when you heard these words "You're mine, tell me you're mine." You exhaled, "I'm yours, Xavier, I'm all yours," while gazing intensely into his emerald eyes that reminded you of home.

Your encouragement caused him to throw his head back and deliver uncoordinated thrusts. As your partner struggled on top of you, you began to appreciate how incredibly sexy he looked. How he fucked you so passionately yet like you were his own personal whore. Your breathing grows unsteady and your pussy tightens around his cock. You urge Xavier not to stop as you continue to pursue your high. He continues to fuck you slowly through your climax but quickens his pace as soon as you stop shaking as he anticipates busting in a matter of seconds. He is driven insane by the mere sight of watching you unravel under him.

The only warning he could muster was "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm com-" before he stuffed you full of his milky white cum. His juices fill your walls while his lips are slight parted and his brows are furrowed. Silky brown hair strands stuck onto his face by the stream of sweat. Fuck, he was so perfect, you thought.

You found your way into Xavier’s arms as the two of you take a few minutes to regulate your breathing. You laughed at the stupid expression on his face, it was as though he was seeing stars. He looked up and scanned your naked body laying next to him as he came down from his high.

“Ya know, you’re prettier than any art in here,”

Your cheeks began to burn up at his heart-warming words, and you knew then that he was going to be yours forever.

A.N: not me needing to be up in two hours to head to the airport. this idea had to be written out before my tiny little brain forgot so it was worth it. imagine fucking thorpe boy in an art gallery 🥺 crying

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Stargazing- (x.t)

Pairing: Xavier thorpe x gn!reader I dont think I used any pronouns in this one.. I can’t remember

Request: Xavier Thorpe x fem reader stargazing together plsss

Warnings: literally just too much fluff to handle. soft reader. (Please let me know if I should be aware of anything else)

A.N: fangirlies 🧚🏼‍♀️ I’m sorry. this is so cheesy but that’s right up my alley. i wrote thorpe boy as a best friend but I’m sure you could just read it as boy friend.

“every now and then, the stars align. boy and girl meet by the great design . could it be that you and me are the lucky ones? everybody told me love was blind. then I saw your face and you blew my mind. finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time” these lyrics from Lana’s ‘lucky ones’ felt fitting. here I go including lana del rey in yet another writing.

You sighed as you slammed the cover of your botanical sciences textbook shut and tossed it aside. You'd been studying for an upcoming test for so long that you could feel your brain rotting.

“Hey xav?” Trying to capture the attention of your best friend. He hasn't taken his gaze away from his sketch book since he started drawing and you began studying.

You had fun hanging out in his art shed. Being surrounded by trees and hearing the wind roar while working on school assignments has a strangely soothing affect on you. Or perhaps it was the fact that you felt so safe in the presence of your best friend. He loved having you in here, and you knew it. On some days, when he's in one of his moods and struggles to express his feelings, you end up being his muse. It wasn't one of those days today. He was so absorbed in his work that he probably didn't even remember you were there.

You called his name again, but he didn't respond, so you walked over to him and gently tapped his shoulders making an effort not to startle him. He still didn’t turn to face you. Instead, as he proceeded to run his pencil across the paper, a barely audible "hmph?" came from him.

“Do you have any extra blankets?” Although you felt awful for annoying him so much, you would soon be out of his hair. Your head hurt from the overwhelming amount of information you read about plant cells, and all you wanted to do was be outside admiring the stars. No plant cells, no thoughts, just you under the million stars. When you were feeling overwhelmed, you found yourself doing this. It always made you feel that the vastness of the world was so big that you and your troubles were so insignificant.

He quickly uttered, trying not to lose the inspiration he was currently experiencing, "bottom shelf in the cabinet."

You proceeded to the place you were instructed to look, and you took one of his blankets and a throw pillow from his couch. He truly turned this old shack into his safe haven. Decorating it to his liking and even gave you a small corner for you to decorate. You contributed with the snacks seeing as you were in here just as much as he was.

You found your usual spot outside his shed where it gave you a clear view of the sky, free of any trees obstructing your view. The absence of nearby light left the sky covered in bright, beautiful stars. The sky tonight was stunning causing a slight smile to spread across your face. You spread the blanket out and positioned the cushion beneath your head as you allowed your mind to wander. Trying to trace a straight line with the patterns of the stars.

Your train of thought was cut off, and you cocked your head to the side. On the blanket next to you, Xavier was now sitting.

“Hey, did I distract you? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to” you apologized to your best friend, eyes full of worry.

He shook his head and said, "No no, I just felt lonely when I didn’t feel your presence. Besides, I think I needed to clear my mind too. Didn't realize how badly my fingers ached" Xavier twisted his fingers trying to get them to crack and suddenly found himself lying down next to you with his hands clasped together and on top of his tummy. You smiled gently at him.

“Are you going to share the pillow with me or will you leave me with a stiff neck too?” As you giggled, he gently pulled the pillow out from under your head. Causing you to slightly lift your head.

The two of you gazed silently at the twinkling of each star for a while. When it came to Xavier, you enjoyed that you didn't feel the need to keep the conversation going at all times. The mere thought of having each other by your side was enough.

“Isn’t it crazy how we both managed exist at the same time, same place?” You broke the silence.

“Please don’t make me go into an existential crisis right now. . . you always do this when we’re stargazing”

You chuckled. It's true. Your thoughts would frequently go straight to the strangest concepts.

“Xavier, do you think the moon landings were real? Be honest.”

“But xavier, think about it, we can’t be the only living species in our galaxy.. aliens are real and you can’t convince me otherwise.”

“xavi, isn’t it strange they haven’t explored the entire ocean yet? They must be hiding something from us”

“I’m serious xavi, I’m glad we found each other in this lifetime.” Tears are about to escape your eyes as you say, "You mean a lot to me.” When Xavier realized how emotional you were getting, he sneaked his hand under your head and drew you into his body. The hand under you encircled your body as you flipped to your side and laid your head on his chest.

“Hey hey, no crying when the stars are looking right at you.” You giggled at what he said. You were constantly reminded of the one time you told him those exact words when tears of frustration fell from his eyes. It now became something you told each other often as a way to comfort one another.

“You mean a lot to me too, y/n. Without you, I honestly don't know where I would be right now”. Letting out a sigh as he expressed his thoughts, Xavier was drawing tiny figures on your shoulders. Under the stars was a vulnerable place to be.

“With all your bottled frustration, you'd likely be in prison for murder, not to mention lonely.”

“That was strangely specific, but okay.”

He always managed to make you laugh.

“But seriously, y/n, I'm glad I found you in this life, and I hope I find you in the next," your best friend said, a tear streaming down your cheek at the lovely moment you two had shared.

You shifted your attention back to the flickering stars that illuminated the night sky. He was so special to you, you thought. You were sure that without him, you would not have survived some of your most difficult days at Nevermore. On your first day of school, your awkward fencing partner was someone you never imagined would mean so much to you. Being under the stars brought you nothing but peace. Or maybe it was the fact that you felt so safe around your best friend.

A.N: feed back always welcomed friends! It makes my heart explode.

if you sent in a request, I see you! waiting to get home to start working on them so I can give it my full attention.

for the bestie that sent in this request- ty. i didn’t know I needed this. i hope it was more or less what you were hoping for. thank you for requesting 🤍🦋🪴🧚🏼‍♀️

if you enjoyed this one- you might like ‘mission accomplished’ if you haven’t read it yet!

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[fangirlies]

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Jealous xavier JEALOUS XAVIER!! Oh how we love him, he is a different breed, I swear. He casually dominating you with his presence and the intensity of his green eyes > > > >!! Your mind is sexy😏

Imagine Tyler or some random person flirty calling Xavier's partner cutie pie, and our boy scoffing, looking down with these green eyes intensely at his partner and wispering promisingly in their ear 'more like a cream pie for me for dessert later' HDHIGCTIBFIJSR 😳 OKAY I'M OUT

My mind is a lot of things & this is the first time it’s been called sexy… but I do have to thank you for that compliment 🫣

Incoming sexual theme

I want to use the reverse uno card and call your mind sexy! I could totally see jealous xavi saying something sexual each time tyler compliments you. Tyler calls you pretty? “he should see how pretty you look coming for me.” Tyler comments on your top? “did he say he liked your shirt? guess who gets to take it off you later.” Tyler says your hair looks nice? Xavier makes an effort to tug on it a little harder than usual later that night.

I don’t necessarily think Xavier’s possessive or tells his partner who they can and cannot see. BUT when it comes to Tyler, he’ll pull your body closer into him when T’s around. Or gets very touchy when the two of you are at the weathervane. UGH I hurt my own feelings when I write these.

[fangirlies]

happy place- (x.t)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x gn!reader

Request: listening to music in a daisy field with xavier using wired headphones because he refuses to upgrade to Bluetooth.

Request: xavier thorpe being fed up with the jokes of his girlfriend.

Warnings: none? (Please let me know if I should be aware of anything) not proofread. my brain can’t take it.

i actually miss my wired headphones lol. airpods are all fun and games until you lose one.

Many people considered their happy place to be in a library surrounded by novels and the aroma of coffee. Others might even consider sitting in front of the ocean their happy place. To you however, your happy place was beside your boyfriend in an open field surrounded by the smell of flowers and the humming of bees. The two of you would always make your way to his art shed whenever you had some free time. But when you came across the empty field one day, you dragged Xavier out there similar to the way he would drag you to his happy place.

Xavier would bring his sketchbook out there to draw you while you brought a blanket for the two of you to sit on. This time was no different. A huge smile plastered on your face from the variety of flowers that were blooming in the middle of spring, Xavier was wearing the same smile but for a different reason. He enjoyed seeing you this happy. This carefree.

Xavier bet he could beat you to the usual spot, and you were foolish enough to accept the challenge. Because of his fairly long legs, he obviously made it to the tree before you. You eventually caught up to him, attempting to regain your breath and placing your palm over your heart as if that would help slow it down. "I. let you. win," you said between breaths. "Yeah, you wish," Xavier went for your hand and locked fingers as you approached your usual spot beneath the shade of the sole elm tree visible for miles. Squeezing you lightly and smiling down at you before you placed the blanket on the ground and settled on top of it.

“I packed headphones to keep the music from being drowned out by the wind this time.” He grinned proudly as if it was the best idea he had come up with. You expressed your joy by clapping your hands quickly. If there was anything you enjoyed more than your new hideout in this vast field, it was spending time with your boyfriend while listening to some of your favorite music. Your eyebrows didn't furrow in perplexity until he pulled out his wired headphones; ones you hadn’t seen since around the fifth grade.

“Woah, did I just time travel back to 2015?” You made fun of Xavier's efforts to untangle the wires.

“ha-ha, very funny” he replied sarcastically.

“Wait, you actually use these? Xavi, you do know we’ve advanced as a society, right?” You extended your hand to the earbuds he was trying his hardest to untie and gave them a closer look.

“I won't spend $300 on something I'll lose the moment I walk out of the store, not doing it.” He shook his head as he argued.

“Babe, it’s the ‘20’s. . Please step up your game” You plugged in the headphones to your phone and gave him one side while placing the other in your ear. You scrolled through your playlist before landing on a song, “oh my- it actually works” you joked.

"Alright, you’ve had your laugh. You can quit acting like I'm a boomer now." He gave your shoulder a light push.

You teased further, testing his limits. "These belong in a historical museu-" You found yourself suddenly pinned to the ground. Your knees were positioned between Xavier's legs, who was now hovered over you and tickling your sides. You tried to wiggle free of his grip but were unsuccessful as you couldn’t stop from laughing.

“You want to laugh, huh? Is this funny?” this would be the very moment you came to regret telling him you were ticklish. “O- okay. Xavier! Please! I'll stop making fun of you!” Before stopping the assault on your sensitive spots, a smug smile appeared on his face, "I thought so"

He pulled your phone from your lap to start looking for another song as you took a second to catch your breath and connect the discarded earphone to your ear again.

“Sheesh, I must’ve struck a nerve,” You combed through your hair with your fingers. He did nothing more than glare at you through his eyelashes. “I’m only kidding” throwing your hands up in surrender.

You could hear the beginning of Golden Hour by Jvke ringing in your ear. The two of you spent the remainder of the afternoon listening to music as he sketched you in a bed of various flowers while you completed some homework. Before the sun went down, you packed your belongings and began your trip back to Nevermore to call it a night.

"Careful, you wouldn't want to lose your most prized possession" handing back his earphones. He snatched them from your grasp and stuffed them back into the pocket of his bookbag.

"You're obnoxious, you know that?" he said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around. The sound of your genuine laughter made him smile. Sure, your boyfriend was lame, but one thing he knew how to do better than anybody else was make you laugh. And he would go to any length to keep that smile on your face.

A.N: WOAH it’s been a rollercoaster in my mind and feels like almost an eternity since I’ve posted but thanks to my lovelies that sent in ideas! this is extremely too sweet that it quite literally brought tears to my eyes bc I don’t think I’ll ever experience being an annoyance to my future boyfriend in a field surrounded by flowers so here is where I’ll leave it. and much less with thorpe boy.

I combined two different requests, I hope that’s okay!

for the besties that sent in these requests— I can’t thank u enough! i hope this is more or less what u had in mind. thank you for requesting 🤍🦋🪴🧚🏼‍♀️

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