#xavier is a Chihuahua

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I made a very important discovery!

He's a puppy!! 🐾

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Xavier was shaking his head, adamant and determined when Ines's voice reached him. Worry tugged her words as she suggested another route, but he shut it down fast, pushing her on. "No, keep moving." Xavier snapped, his tone sharper than he wanted it to be. But it was as if the crowd had a will of its own, they were hit by a surge of bodies rushing in every direction, desperate to escape.

In an instant, his hold on her loosened, and then she was gone, lost in the chaos, swallowed up by the frantic wave of people. His pulse kicked up, a cold rush of panic filling the space her absence left behind. Spinning around, he scanned the flood of faces, frantic as he searched for his sister in the crush of bodies. "Ines!" Xavier shouted, his voice straining against the noise, hoping it might cut through the panic.

For a moment, all he saw was a blur of faces, a storm of confusion and terror. Every instinct told him to fight through them, to go back and find her, but it was like pushing against a current. People shoved and stumbled, shoulders clashing against him as he was shoved and knocked. "Nes!" he yelled again, louder, the desperation cracking through his voice. His mind raced, a million scenarios flashing through, and each one darker than the last.

He cursed under his breath, forcing himself to focus. She'd keep moving, she had to. They knew these streets like the back of their hands. In one final burst of determination, Xavier shoved forward through the chaotic crowd, shouting her name one last time. And he saw it, almost in slow motion. The moment their father seemed to appear from nowhere from a back street with Rafael at his side. Santiago gripped Ines to her feet like he had known he needed to be there and Xavier sprinted in a final push to join them. "Fuck, are the back roads blocked too?" he asked, out of breath, panicked, instinctively moving with the crowd and now with his family. "Our street's flooded. Where's Lola?" @gloriouswhispers

Ines rushes forward, each heartbeat crashing against her ribs, as if the fear pulsing through her might burst free at any second. The lingering heat of the explosion clings in the air but Xavier's grip on her shoulder steadies her, keeps her from spiraling completely. Her mind fractures, pulled in a dozen directions as worry tugs her back toward Lola, Rafael, Jakob. "Can't we use the back roads and go-" she starts, turning instinctively, but Xavier's sharp order to keep moving cuts through. Her legs propel her forward, even if her whole body swarms with worry.

The street is a blur, bodies colliding, people surging like a desperate tide, each of them scrambling with no clear direction. Ines mutters a soft, breathless "Okay..." her voice barely audible above the din, trying to focus solely on the idea of home. Somewhere safe. She spots their usual turn up ahead, but it's flooded with people, the same frantic idea driving everyone. Ines swallows hard and keeps going, pushing her legs to match Xavier's relentless pace.

Without warning, a body barrels into her side, a man scrambling past in his own desperate bid to escape. The impact knocks her off balance, and she crashes hard onto the ground. Pain ricochets up her legs as her knees hit the metal street, her palms scraping against the rough surface, and for a split second, everything spins. She catches herself, but the crowd swarms around her, bodies moving too fast, feet nearly trampling her as she scrambles to regain control.

Dazed, her eyes dart frantically, searching the chaotic blur of faces for Xavier. She can feel the ache pulsing through her hands, but the urgency screams louder than the pain, pushing her to her feet even as her legs wobble. She stumbles, glancing around desperately. She's lost him. "Xav!?" Ines's voice is hoarse as she calls out. She forces herself upright, pushing against the current of people, to the best of her ability. "Xavier!?"

[night-daily]

Third time's a charm | Peter Maximoff x fem! reader

summary: Two times where Peter tries to kiss you and one time when it finally happens.

warnings: not proof read, im sorry:(

a/n: i think i need a peter in my life

The first time, you and Peter were in the living room of Xavier's school, watching a movie. It was your regular movie night, you would sit together on the couch and eat popcorn and candy's that Peter stole it grabbed for you, “I…I wasn’t sure if you’d like this, so I just took all the flavours they had there” that was he said to you when it was your first movie night, he was pretty nervous because you asked him, of all the people in the mansion, you wanted to spend your free time with him. So that night he arrived with two bags full of candy's and since then it became a tradition.

The movie was playing on the tv in front of you but your focus wasn't in the movie, was on the guy sitting next to you. It wasn't a secret for anyone in the mansion that you were in love with Peter, except for him, of course. Sometimes it was hard for your friends to watch how hard you tried to flirt with him but he was so oblivious to your moves.

At night the mansion was cooler and you're already regretting you didn't bring your sweater with you cause now you're shaking like a chihuahua and you're pretty sure Peter had noticed.

Suddenly you felt a rush of air around you, did someone leave a window open?

But when you're about to stand up and check the windows, you've a blanket on you and Peter is looking at you with a frown on his face. “Next time tell me when you're cold 'cause I'm not the professor to read your mind” You feel your cheeks hot, embarrassed, “I just don't want you to get sick...” He mumbles, avoiding your eyes and missing the way your heart is beating faster at his words.

And feeling bold, you put your legs on top of his, this was very normal between you so he didn't flinch, but he did it when he felt your head on his shoulder, it felt... intimate. Your hair was brushing his neck and he wanted so bad to run his fingers through it.

But he was a little uncomfortable in this position, his arms were glued to his body, feeling the half of your body on one of his arms, it wasn't heavy but it wasn't comfortable either. So the only solution he came with, was to put his arm around you, resting it on your waist, sending chills on your spine.

Now it was comfortable, it was perfect. The way your bodies fitted so well made him think, why the hell we didn't this before?

“Peter” The way his name comes out of your mouth, it makes him go crazy, it's a feeling he'll never get tired of. Only if you knew you've him wrapped around your finger, you'll be together by now.

“Hmm?” He can't find his voice due your presence. You lifted your head a little to match his eyes. You're very close, so close that if he leans down his head like he's doing right now and if you stretch your neck like your doing now your lips would finally connect, he's getting closer and you can't wait any longer, you can feel it in the air, he want's this too, he wants you and—

“What are we watching?” Scott fucking Summers jumps from behind the couch sitting between you and Peter.

You sighs defeated, this was your karma for laughing at the kid who tripped in the fountain at the mall earlier?

“We're gonna watch the tape of your death” Scott frowned confused, “I've never heard of that movie before” The bowl of popcorn was stole it from your hands and he was ignoring Peter's angry glare.

“You're about to presence it” Scott dropped the bowl and ran off the stairs, running away from Peter who was chasing him without using his powers, the two of them running like childs, so yeah, this was your karma after all.

The second time

You're in Peter's room waiting for him, reading one of the comics he had lent you when you heard the door opens, finally, you thought.

“Hey you waited too much for me?” And there he was, his sweet smile that always seemed reserved just for you. Sweating was covering his face and a few scratches here and there. He was in a short mission and by the look in his face it wasn't that easy but nothing he couldn't handle. Peter had told you before “if i don't get some bruises, i'm a real hero?” of course you prefer it when he didn't hurted himself but you've had already that discussion with him about what makes you a hero and what doesn't but neither of you backed down so it was a tie, for now.

“I would wait for you all my life” It was cheesy but it was also true.

Making him blush wasn't easy but when it happens oh, you enjoyed the view. Before you can make fun of him, he speaks, “I'm gonna take a quick shower and then we can go to play games so get ready 'cause i'm gonna kick your ass” He stepped into the bathroom while you're standing outside so he can hear you.

You chuckled “Just like the last time when we played Ms pac-man and i broke your record? That's how you kick asses? No wonder why you suck at self defense”

“HEY” Even if you didn't seen him you're sure he was smiling just like you.

You waited a few minutes and he's done. He walks out of the bathroom with his new clothes on, the towel around his neck and a very wet hair.

“Why you never dry your hair?” And before he had the chance to respond, you took the towel around his neck, your arms stretching to his hair since he was a few centimeters taller than you.

Your moves were gently, soft and relaxing, no one has take care of him like you do. All of you were close to him, your body, your face, your lips.

“Stop moving Peter” If it wasn't for your warning, he wouldn't notice he has leaned into your arms thanks to the comfort you offer him, that's the effect you have on him and you don't seem to realize it.

He was staring at you, intensely, like memorizing every part of your face and you could feel it, his gaze was like fire and you could feel the burn on your cheeks. “So uhmm... can i wear one of your jackets? I could wear one of mines but yours are cozier” His eyes widened. His thoughts immediately picturing you with his jacket, and his heart jumps excitedly, a shy smile crossing his face.

But imagining you with his clothes, how they would look bigger in you, how his clothes would smell like you and how everybody would know you are his, fuck, fuck, fuck, why his pants suddenly feel tighter?

“Pete? Are you okay?” Your voice brings him back, realizing you're still holding the towel around his head, fuck fuck fuck, you're gonna find out about... his situation.

Thinking fast he took the towel from your hands and throw it at your face, not giving you a chance to ask him what's going on, he ran out of the mansion like his life depends on it.

“Isn't enough that she owns my heart but now she owns my.. head too?”

And when it finally happens

The next day after Peter throw you the towel, which wasn't very nice of him but it wasn't new coming from him, you had the strange feeling he was ignoring you.

Every time you walked at the same room as him, he would say some lame excuse and would be off before you can even blink. Also, he wasn't answering your calls or texts.

So you made your mission to trap Peter and asked him why the hell he was ignoring you.

“Oh no Scott, you ruined Peter's comic” Faking Jean voice wasn't so hard. Peter didn't come to the kitchen as you expected, so you tried one more time, “Oh my god, it was a limited edition—”

“You better run for your—” As soon as you heard his voice, you closed the door, using your body as a wall so he would need to face you to walk off.

“Gotcha”

Both of you knew he could easily ran and you wouldn't notice, but you got the feeling he wouldn't do it, again.

Peter's face was pale and surprised for falling so easily at your trap.

“Care to explain why you've been ignoring me?” He stayed silent and still, thinking in a way to get out.

“Did i say or did something to bother you?” Peter wasn't listening you, you sighed, “If you don't want me in your life anymore, at least have to guts to say it to my face” Your voice cracked, even when you tried to act though.

At the mention of you not being in his life, he finally looked at you, your fragile figure breaking his heart, he couldn't bare the thought of a life without you, what if you don't feel the same?

but what if she does?

“Goodbye, Peter” His head snapped. It was or never.

“I like you! That's why I've been acting weird, cause i don't wanna lose you” Your eyes widened, what did he say? “I know you might not feel the same but i can't hide it anymore” Shit, did he say he likes you? “B-But I understand if you don't want be friends after this and—”

Now you surprised him with how quickly you were standing in front of him. Grabbing him by his jacket, you pulled him close to you. “I can't believe you don't know i like your stupid, oblivious ass” You tiptoe to finally feel his lips against yours, “Are we about to kiss right now?” You groaned but a smile made his way on your face, “You're not serious” And before he can say something to ruin the moment, you cut him off with a kiss. A kiss full of sincere love, full of hope for a future where you are together and hopefully, he can feel how much you like him.

Unfortunately, none of you have some kind of breath power, so you have to break the kiss.

“So does this mean you feel the same or...?” “Oh my god”

[missmonsters2]

—LIBEROSIS | SIX

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x OFC/Fem!Reader

Summary: Right. Now things are going well and Wednesday should be basking in the vindication of it all. But now there's other things that keep her up at night and it's maddening. Wednesday used to never care and now she wished she cared a little less.

Warnings: Pining & Angst. Dramatic!Wednesday. Enid, is focused on her boat. Thing, is the GOAT. Xavier, just expects no peace.

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Note: Wednesday: things are nice right now. I should create more problems :|

Part Five

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Liberosis: Noun. The desire to care less about things—to loosen your grip on your life, to stop glancing behind you every few steps, afraid that someone will snatch it from you before you reach the end zone—rather to hold your life loosely and playfully, like a volleyball, keeping it in the air, with only quick fleeting interventions, bouncing freely in the hands of trusted friends, always in play.

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There's a certain bliss when things go well. It's like a well-thought-out plan that came to fruition, bearing the fruits of desired results. 

It always brings Wednesday acute satisfaction. 

She should be basking in all the glory and victory that her actions have brought her—to know that her suffering wasn't for nothing.

Yet, as Wednesday sits out near the lake under the shade of a willow tree while reading a book, she feels—discontentment. 

Winter has long passed, and Wednesday misses the weather.

The day was warm and sunny, with a slight soothing breeze—terrible. On top of that, everyone seemed to have gathered around the willow tree, trying to relax under the shade. She had Enid and Yoko on her left, yapping like chihuahuas. Xavier, Ajax, and Eugene sat a few feet in front of her, playing some kind of game. 

On her right, you sat a foot away, chatting with Bianca and her fellow sirens next to you. The conversation she'd be listening to hadn't been anything of interest, but Wednesday supposes that Bianca wouldn't spill her plans for the Poe Cup race with everyone else around. 

Every so often, Enid would lean over her, trying to say something to you, and it would make Wednesday stiffen uncomfortably. 

"Wednesday," Enid frustratedly sighs as she tries to lean over Wednesday to say something to you. "It'd be so much easier if you switched seats with me. You're just reading anyway! You can do that at the edge."

Enid starts to move to get up, but Wednesday turns her head and glares at her roommate. "If you so much as try to force me out of my optimal seating, I will dump all your nail polish over the balcony."

Enid gasped, hand to her heart dramatically as if it was the worst thing she could ever hear. 

"Really, Addams?" Bianca asked with a sardonic expression. "You've lost your touch on the threats."

Wednesday raises her brow at her rival. "Enid is unique and stupidly no longer fears my homicidal threats. I have to get creative with her to instill fear."

"What's so optimal about that seating anyway?" Enid grumbles, but Wednesday see's the blonde looking at you with a smirk.

"The shade," Wednesday answers briskly. "This is the only spot without a speck of sunlight getting through."

You suddenly laugh, grabbing everyone's attention. You look over to Enid and smile. "Why don't you and Yoko come and sit in front of me?"

"But I want to lean my back against something," Enid whines with a frown.

"If the boys move in front of you to play their game, I'm sure Ajax would be happy to let you lean against his back," you smirk while Ajax looks at his girlfriend happily and nods.

"But we're going to be in the sun," Xavier complains.

"Count yourself lucky," Wednesday looks at the artist, her face deadpan. "As much as I adore the aesthetic of ghosts, the complexion doesn't suit you."

"Fuck you," Xavier gives her the middle finger. "I don't want to hear this from someone who looks half-dead all the time."

"I've spent my free time in cold lockers," Wednesday looks back at her book. "What's your excuse?"

Xavier grumbles in reply, but the three boys get up to readjust so Enid can sit peacefully in front of you and resume her conversation. 

Wednesday relaxes more comfortably now that her left side is free. Wednesday was side-sitting, her knees both on one side, facing away from you as she held open her book in front of her face with one hand. Her other hand rests against the grass between the two of you.

Soon enough, the chatter resumes and becomes static noise to Wednesday, and when it does, she stiffens. You've placed your left hand down against the grass, and the very tip of your middle finger brushed against Wednesday's. 

You're talking animatedly with Bianca and Enid, and no one else seems to notice Wednesday's inelegance. It seems no one is paying attention to her at all anymore. 

After a few moments, Wednesday swallows. She looks carefully at those around her, ensuring they're all lost in their own conversations. There's something that she particularly wants, and she should simply do it. 

After all, she's gone through enough emotional suffering because of you, and the last few months have shown her that she's evolved enough to hunt down the desires she didn't think she'd ever have. 

Yet, fully moving her hand to grasp yours seemed more difficult than solving murder mysteries. 

Wednesday shifts, hinting at you what she wants. 

Nothing changes as you're too lost in your conversation with Enid. 

Wednesday purses her lip in annoyance. Perhaps it was a mistake to have Enid move in front of you.

Wednesday shifts again, the tip of her middle finger brushing against yours more intentionally. The hint was very obstinately clear now. Or, it should've been.

You don't budge.

A thought drifts through Wednesday's mind. She has lamented over you, suffered because of you, chased after you. The least you could do is take her fucking hint. 

Just grab it, Wednesday tells herself. Grab it and crush it—

You shift, sitting straighter, and move your hand to fan yourself from the warm weather.

Wednesday doesn't know why you'd ever think she's enticed by the sun.

She detests the sun and its warmth.

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Wednesday sits at the pond's edge, staring out into its vast, clear reflection. Little fireflies hover near the surface, dancing their way back and forth. Her face is strained, her eyebrows furrowed in their natural way, and her lips pressed in a line. 

"Oh, you're here."

Wednesday turns around and sees you entering from behind a tree. She nods in acknowledgment. "Of course," she plainly replies and then demands, "why are you late?" 

You smile at her, and it both irritates Wednesday and delights her. 

"Henry wanted to show me his mindscape," you reveal. "He's been excited about it all week, so I thought I'd go see it now rather than during my free period. The verdict is that he might need some work because precisely nothing changed or happened."

You sit next to her, grinning at her blank face before you fall onto your back, staring at the moon. 

"Why not during your free period?" Wednesday asks as she kicks the side of your shoe, signaling to turn onto your back. You turn over with a puff of breath, focusing on your wings to come out and unfurl. 

Wednesday watches in interest as she always does. She anticipates when they'll fully heal, and she'll get them to see them fully stretch. She feels titillation at the thought of them spanning wide enough to block out the sun. 

It occurred to Wednesday then that one; she was looking forward to something that seemed so…frivolous and, frankly, embarrassing. Second, Wednesday believed that your presence in her life would be a more permanent fixture. 

The image of her mother pops up in her head, and she feels unwell. 

"Well," you drag her out of her thoughts. "You have fencing at that time, right? I thought I'd come watch your match against Xavier."

Wednesday is initially silent, feeling something stir in her stomach at your words. She applies the salve leisurely and thinks about how it doesn't matter how fast or slow she administers it because you won't be running off anywhere after. 

"It won't be anything special," Wednesday monotones. "Xavier will pathetically lose after seven and a half minutes."

You laugh. "Well, I'll enjoy the seven and half minutes of it then." You hum, your wings trill as Wednesday ruffles some of them to apply the salve. "Tickles," you mumble, and Wednesday feels the comfort of it. 

Soon enough, Wednesday finishes, and you turn around and sit back up.

"Anyway," you interject and smirk. "Since you'll only be fencing for about seven and a half minutes, why don't you play hooky with me?"

"And do what exactly?" Wednesday asks flatly with her brow raised.

"Hm," you hum, tilting your head. "I wanted to see the Jericho town but Larissa won't let me leave the school grounds for the next couple of weeks."

"Oh?" Wednesday raises her brow in intrigue but then follows up with, "You call Principal Weems by her first name?"

You nod. "I mean, yeah, in private only since she said it was okay. I guess it's weird to call your guardian Principal Weems after hours."

"On the contrary," Wednesday tilts her chin to the side. "I believe we should refer to our birthmakers by their name to establish distance."

You roll your eyes at Wednesday, trying to hide your smile. 

"Why is she trying to keep you locked in this penitentiary?" Wednesday asks.

"Jericho grows these flowers—draeconiums. They're usually harmless and have a short bloom lifecycle," you tell her. "But I believe this year they bloomed under an eclipse."

Wednesday recalled the eclipse last week. Enid had been so excited about it and made plans with everyone to watch it. 

It was boring.

"Anyway," you continue on. "If that happens, draeconiums produce a certain sap in its stem that's very, very poisonous to faeries. It's the only thing that can cut a faerie's wings off."

"Poisonous sap?" Wednesday's brows furrow.

You nod with a hum. "The sap hardens and it's harder than any metal to exist."

Wednesday processes the words. "Interesting."

You laugh. "Don't tell me you thought just anything could cut off my wings."

Wednesday's silent. 

"If wings that could grant wishes could be cut off that easily, I think my kind would've gone extinct long ago," you chuckle. 

Wednesday's not really thinking about that (although she was under that impression). She's thinking about how hard this sap would be to come by and probably how faeries would make it their business to find any draeconium saps to keep the outside world from having it. 

And she thinks of your mother and burns. 

"So, I don't think I'll be stepping out of the academy anytime soon until the draeconiums wilt and the sap isn't potent anymore."

Wednesday looks at you and nods. It would be prudent to keep you away from things that could end your existence. 

"I wonder what we could do," you muse and then shrug. "I guess we can just hang out."

It was something in the way you say it that formed a knot in Wednesday's stomach. "You sound bored," she keeps her tone flat. "Do you grow tired of my presence already?"

"If I was then I suppose I'm a masochist for inviting you to play hooky with me," you look amused. "We don't have to do anything special to enjoy our time. Why would you think that?"

"I told you I wasn't dating material."

You raise your brow at her. "We're not dating."

You continue speaking about different things, and Wednesday just sits there silently, letting you ramble on.

But later that night, she lies awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling with her arms folded over her chest, restless. 

Of course, there was no basking in the glory and her victory of chasing you. She had caught you, and now she didn't know what to do with you. 

Grow closer and become more like her mother, or distance herself and—

Wednesday couldn't even finish that thought.

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Your eyes narrowed on Wednesday's form. 

You should be angry, considering how Wednesday seemed to be distant lately. She still spent all her time with you, but it was like her mind was someplace else.

Even now, Wednesday was staring out the balcony with a larger frown than usual. 

But you're not angry, especially since you've had your fair share of avoidance with her. You suppose you're lucky Wednesday still lingered around even if her mind was elsewhere.

"Wednesday," you call softly. She looked at you, her face blank and unrevealing. 

"What's wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong," Wednesday answers, and it's terse, and it's biting you to warn you to stop asking questions.

You shuffle closer and watch as Wednesday tenses, leaning away from you. You'd thought it would hurt your feelings, but you see something past the discomfort in her eyes, and it makes you push forward.

"Wednesday," you repeat. "You can tell me what's wrong." The way you say it is soft and unassuming, and it offers security instead of pressure.

Wednesday reluctantly shares what's on her mind at your probing. It takes her a few minutes, but eventually, she opens her mouth.

"Despite achieving the results I wanted when it came to you, I worry about the fact that I become more and more like my mother every day. It's disgusting."

It was so unexpected that you bit your tongue to refrain from laughing. You're pretty sure that though Wednesday more than tolerates you, she would still kill you.

You try to come up with something to say, but you can't help but tease her.

"You worry a lot for someone who has yet to go on a date with me."

Wednesday glares, and you chuckle. You feel relaxed knowing what the issue is.

"What exactly do you worry about when it comes to being like your mother?"

"That I'll fall in love, be a housewife, or have a family."

"Well," you smile dryly. "I think we're okay on the biological family front unless some kind of a miracle happens with the reproductive system. Otherwise, I think you quite enjoy having a little bandwagon of misfits to call your chosen family."

Wednesday's jaw only locks tighter, but you continue on.

"Regarding being a housewife, do you really think the person you'll be with—me, in this hypothetical scenario—would expect you to be a housewife?" You raised your brow. "While I personally think there's nothing wrong with being one, I know that isn't you, and nor would I want you to be one if that's not what you want." 

You slowly reach out to grab her hand, smiling when Wednesday allows it. "I hope the person you choose to be with will work with you in building a home that you both take care of together. Although—once again—I, in this hypothetical scenario, can't cook and may burn everything to the ground, which I know you find arson thrilling, but I promise you it's not romantic in that situation."

Wednesday's lip twitches, and you smile wider knowingly. 

"As for falling in love," you sigh. "I'm not really sure what you want me to say, Wednesday."

The raven girl tenses up at your words, immediately frowning. You stroke her palm with your thumb, attempting to soothe her. 

"I struggle with it sometimes too," you admit. "I believe most psychologists would say every problem we have in our life can be led back to our childhood or our parents."

"But I think, at the bare minimum, we should get to choose how we love and what relationships we develop," you look into Wednesday's dark eyes. "Your parents seem like lovely people—" Wednesday scoffs—"but I don't quite think we'll ever behave like them."

You pull Wednesday to sit next to you on the ground, slumping and leaning your head against her shoulder. You link your arm through hers, and Wednesday finds it easy behind closed doors.

"You think too much, Wednesday. There's no rush, and we've made it this far, so we should take our time. I'm not going anywhere."

Wednesday relaxes, and you can feel it against your body. She feels a lull of peace settle over her as her mind settles. 

Still—

"And if after time passes, what shall you do if I decide to leave?"

You look at her seriously. "I will have no choice but to accept it, but not before pushing you down a flight of stairs of at least 20 steps and framing it on Bianca."

"Bianca?" Wednesday raises her brow at you.

"She'd be the most believable suspect," you tell her, smiling as you joke.

But it's probably the most romantic thing Wednesday has ever heard, and she looks at you with a soft gaze you've never witnessed before.

"Promise?"

PART 7

[pbwaffl]

For Elixxan on Gaiaonline. Their OC Xavier as a pupper. Done during the 2024 OC-tober thread. Drawn in Clip Studio Paint.

Some of the requests we've gotten in the thread this month have had suggestions of what outfits to put their characters in to fit the Halloween theme. One of them I only saw the word Chihuahua and completely blocked out "Face Paint" or "Mask" after it. So it culminated in this cute little dude. I don't normally draw animals but when I do, they end up being derpy in some manner.

[truearchangel]

Xavier feels bad so he will poof into his child form and snuggled up to Michael.

@solmxri

"Thought you didn't want to be a child anymore? Now you're sucking up?" Of course he's going to tease him, can't let him get away with it that easily. Still, he adjusts the tiny angel in his lap so he could hold him and still do his work on his desk. He should always be this small, he was much more managable, like a chihuahua.

[toournextadventure]

When Wednesday gets into fights is Birb the type to join in or just pick up her tiny angry chihuahua gf and carry her away?

Depends entirely on who Wednesday is trying to fight. If Birb is in agreement that the person should get their ass beat (like the normie boys at Pilgrim World) then she's like "oh hell yeah, who we fightin?" But if Birb knows it's not worth the effort (like Xavier), she just throws Wednesday over her shoulder and carries her away

[mikavlcs]

This phone so hard to type on because it's SO GD LITTLE

Anyways I read Elysium two days ago.

Slept.

Woke up and couldn't find my phone.

Cried for a little.

Kicked a wall.

Hurt my foot.

Got attacked by an evil Chihuahua.

Went to get my moms old old one.

Drove back.

Realized it's really fucking old.

Learned to use it

Slept all day.

Woke up.

All while thinking about your fic (for the most part)

Because.

IT'S SO GOOD???

Like the way it was written, the way you described Wednesday's walls, the way you described Tyler's nice boy facade, just everything. I read it again earlier, and it was like I was reading it for the first time again. I keep replaying parts in my head and just wondering how you think of these things. And how you think of the almost poetic words you use to describe them.

Also I like how you didn't use the exact dialogue from the actual show, but still told the same thing. (I'm referring to when Wednesday was talking to Enid and also when she was talking to Xavier)

PLS how old is this phone? 😭😭 i’m so curious about what happened with the chihuahua btw lmao

and thank you so much??? that’s so nice i’m 🥹💞💖💘💗 and yeah i just made up most of the dialogue bc i forgot most of what was actually said in the show (plus necessary adjustments had to be made for reader, of course) but. i think i got the gist of everything down lol. very glad you enjoyed it and took the time to say this, especially with this phone situation of yours going on lmao 😭🙏

[casspurrjoybell-27]

In a Heartbeat - Chapter 48 - Part 2

*Warning - Adult Content*

Vince

Micheal shook his head, still in disbelief before returning to peruse the bookshelves.

"It's strange, isn't it?"

Michael frowned, picking up our parent's photo on the shelf.

"Nobody found out who killed him. Father."

"Probably a rogue."

He hummed, as he strolled around the council room.

"Probably but there's a strange hiccup about that theory."

"What would that be?"

I watched him as he picked up another family photo, one with everyone in it.

It was when we were younger before David ever was Michael's mate.

We looked happier, not a total mess a few years after this photo was taken.

"Notice anything strange?"

He pointed at the picture, his finger pointing at the arm draped around Xavier's shoulder.

"Father never took that ring off."

I looked at the photo closely, until I saw that familiar red gem on his finger.

"His wedding ring? What about it?"

"I looked at the reports," he tapped the manila folders.

"It wasn't on him when they found him."

"So, what are you saying? That..."

"That, whoever killed him, must have his ring," he finished.

I had noted it as well when we first looked at the evidence.

At the time it didn't seem like a red flag, considering my parents would fight all the time and with how he ended up, I assumed it was possible it had gotten lost in the struggle.

"Don't you find that strange though? What would a rogue want with a wedding ring?"

"Money?"

"Unlikely," he replied.

"It couldn't have been worth much. Not to warrant death or war over. No, I think this was personal."

"Father had a lot of enemies," I frowned.

"It could be anybody."

He smirked, before gesturing to the stack of papers I had yet to complete.

"Why do you think I asked you to compile that list and screen them?"

"For all we know, they could've died already."

He shrugged.

"True but somebody's got to know something. You wouldn't just kill someone that powerful and not boast about it."

"Why now though?"

I tilted my head, still eyeing him warily.

We hadn't been this civil in years.

"Dad's case has been cold for years. Even if we managed to find his killer, what would that do?"

"Well for starters," he dragged on, pushing the happy family photo closer to my hand.

"It would make mom happy to know we've caught them, that she could die knowing there was justice for the old man."

"They fought in the end, you know?"

I frowned looking at the photo.

Mom hadn't been that happy in a long time.

"That doesn't mean she didn't love him."

For sure, there were times they'd kiss in front of us, father latching onto her neck but I wasn't sure if you could call that love.

They rarely held hands, mom had even pushed him away when he got too pushy.

Other times, she'd argue and father would grip her arm just too harshly.

Looking back on it, I wondered if she ever really did feel connected to him, given they never had that bond in the first place but she must've cared somewhat after all we had to confirm the body.

After all, she had lost Michael when he got kicked out and Xavier was still young.

She had to look after both of us on her own while her mind and wolf started to shut down.

"I'd think it would ease your worries as well," Michael continued.

"George and the rest of those old-timers won't stop accusing Simon, no matter what you or I say. We find whoever owns the ring and we can still turn things around. Have them punished and we could finally get George to shut his stupid mouth."

I scoffed at that.

Getting George to shut up was like trying to silence an aggressive chihuahua.

"And if this killer is a pack member?"

"Well, then they'd have three angry sons, the council and a reckoning to watch out for."

I glanced back at the photo, wondering if this would make us happy again.

Knowing who had started this mess had been dealt with.

It wouldn't bring him back, wouldn't undo the damage he or any of us had caused but I guess this was a piece of the puzzle Simon had eluded too.

The missing piece that would help paint the picture that would prove for once and all that it hadn't been Simon's father.

The closure we all needed.

I looked up at Michael.

"So, where do we begin?"

"I'll investigate our members, in the meantime, finish that stack."

He grabbed father's case file, before jeering at the stack.

"I'll look into the file and evidence but my money's on a rogue father who he made enemies with."

I hummed.

I didn't trust Michael one bit when it came to a lot of things but this would at least keep him away from Simon or at least George away from Simon and when this was all over, I could focus strictly on the letter without having to worry about George's stupid arse coming after him again.

Especially after the latest string of nightmares, keeping Simon away from Michael had been a top priority.

No matter what Simon thought, there was no way I would willingly leave the two together, especially when I had no clue what Michael had up his sleeve.

Luckily Simon and Xavier had come into the council room, putting an end to the unusually friendly conversation between Michael.

"Simon," Michael greeted.

"Nice to see you, dear but I must be going now. Xavier."

"Oh," Simon looked back and forth incredulously between us as Michael headed towards the door.

He ruffled Xavier's hair before stepping out.

Xavier smoothed it back disgruntledly.

I slid the trashed letters under the folders as the two stepped closer. Simon said softly...

"Are you getting along now?"

"Not really," I responded, watching Xavier warily.

He didn't seem as upset as the other day in the hospital but I could tell he was trying to avoid looking at me directly.

"I still don't trust him."

Simon made a face.

"Let's not argue about that again."

I nodded, before glancing between the two of them.

"What brings you two here?"

[juarezesdeporte]

BRAVO CONVOCADO AL TRI SUB 20

Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua.., martes 5 de marzo de 2024.-Futbol Club Juárez anuncia la convocatoria de Xavier Madrigal, jugador de Bravos Sub 23, a la Selección Nacional de México Sub 20.

Xavier Madrigal nació en California, Estados Unidos, en 2006 y cuenta también con nacionalidad mexicana. Ha jugado todos los partidos de titular del presente torneo con el cuadro dirigido por Salvador Valero.

El elemento de Juárez realizará una semana de entrenamiento en Ciudad de México con la Selección Nacional Sub 20.

(Prensa FC Juárerz)

[lemagcinema]

Chiennes de vie de Xavier Seron

Un film de Xavier Seron Avec: Jean-Jacques Rausin, Aurora Marion, Arieh Worthalter, Louise Manteau, Mara Taquin, Ninon BorseiLes aventures de Tom, qui pour plaire à Cécile, la fille du concierge, consent à recueillir le Chihuahua de son défunt voisin. Seul problème, cette bestiole, en apparence inoffensive, semble avoir poussé son maître au suicide et vouloir lui faire la peau. Celles de Greta, comédienne et égérie d’une célèbre marque de parfum, dont le chien et l’assistante sont mort·es écrasé·es par un camion. Dans une blanchisserie, elle rencontre Charlotte et lui propose de remplacer son assistante… à moins qu’il ne s’agisse de se substituer à son chien. Celles enfin de Franck et Lola, qui vivent un véritable coup de foudre. Jamais Franck n’avait partagé autant de points communs avec quelqu’un… Sauf un : Lola n’aime pas les chiens. Franck va devoir choisir entre Lola, son nouvel amour et Perdita, sa meilleure amie et le meilleur des chiens.

Retrouvez l'article complet ici https://lemagcinema.fr/microcritique/chiennes-de-vie-de-xavier-seron/

[wildestdreamcatcher]

do any of your original characters have pets?

- kai

Yessss!!!

Summer has a golden retriever named Mali.

Lennon has a cat named Ruth

Olivia has a mini poodle named Ruby

Jude and Marley have cats: their names are Carrie and Jasper. Jude also has a Chihuahua named Stevie

Xavier has 2 cats: Karma and Salem

[xangelaherrera]

Aquel comentario la toma un poco desprevenida pero logra sacarla de sus pensamientos melancólicos y sacarle una risa baja "Sí, exactamente" Luego entrecierra un poco los ojos "Yo jamás podría ser invisible ¿Privar al mundo de esto?" Bromea señalando su rostro con falso egocentrismo "Eso sería muy cruel de mi parte" Niega un par de veces "Otro buen poder sería la telepatía, ser como Charles Xavier" Se encoge de hombros ligeramente. Le escucha y de sus labios sale un suspiro "Eso es cierto, pero pensar demasiados imposibles hace daño" Hace una pequeña pausa "O repensar el mismo imposible muchas veces también" Y ella ya se había hecho suficiente daño con aquello, al menos eso era lo que pensaba. "Vale" Acepta la morena con un leve asentimiento "Pero si ves que estoy cerca de morirme por culpa de alguna de esas cosas que nos están acechando me tienes que decir el final, no me puedo ir de este plano astral con la duda" Condiciona aquello clavando la mirada en el de ojos claros con una pequeña sonrisa "Me encanta West Side History" Hace una pequeña pausa "También me encanta Chicago" Agrega. Ladea la cabeza escuchando lo siguiente, la pequeña sonrisa en su rostro se vuelve una línea tomando ahora una expresión más seria ante las palabras ajenas, podía entenderlo de cierto modo aunque no sabía exactamente cuales fueron las razones que lo hicieron alejarse de todo el mundo, mantiene la mirada fija en él y dice "Pues a veces lo mejor que podemos hacer por nosotros es alejarnos" Su tono de voz empleado en suave y tranquilo "Y eso está bien si era lo que necesitabas" Podía sonar egoísta diciendo aquello pero pensaba que era importante priorizarse a si mismo y si él deseaba irse y no volver probablemente es porque consideraba que era lo mejor, en esta oportunidad sobre el frío prefiere no decir nada, solo asiente levemente. "Lo es, ¿Tienes algún otro tatuaje?" Le pregunta curiosa. Y ante lo siguiente responde "Merlot definitivamente, ¿A ti te gusta el vino?" Cuestiona. "En mi casa era obligatorio verlos" Se ríe "No tenía escapatoria y le terminé tomando cariño, me gustan los Miami Marlins, tampoco son muy buenos" Dice lo último con algo de gracia "Ah, tal vez toda esta situación me volvió mezquina, no estaría tan seguro siendo tu" Bromea "Ven, tengo las cosas allá y no me puedo agachar" Le dice comenzando a dar un par de pasos y luego dirigirse al canino "Vente, mi amor" Lo llama hablando chiquito, como que si de un bebé se tratase y el chihuahua inmediatamente se pone en pie, la cola elevada y le dedica un par de ladridos a Gael "Eso es que camines rápido, aun me tienes que acompañar al supermercado" Le recuerda con diversión.

Deja salir un suspiro de sus labios que se siente incluso un poco agotado "Pienso que me gustaría poder controlar las cosas, ¿Sabes?" Y aunque aquello no era del todo su pensamiento si formaba parte de lo que estaba pasando por su mente, si ella hubiese podido tener el control de todo las cosas serían diferentes, inclusive estaría en otra situación en ese momento "Pero ya no tiene caso" Agrega resignada, llevando su mirada a Coco que había abierto los ojos nuevamente aunque no realizado ni el más mínimo intento por levantarse. Se ríe un poco al escuchar el comentario sobre Maria Félix "Lamentablemente, ella hubiese sido la opción perfecta" Sigue el juego, negando un par de veces con la cabeza y presta atención a la siguiente respuesta, su ceño se frunce un poco "No la he visto" Y luego agrega "¿Al final si se vuelve fotógrafo?" Pregunta ladeando un poco la cabeza. Sonríe ante el comentario y responde "¿A quien no le gustarían las de Audrey Hepburn?" Arruga un poco la nariz y continúa "A ver ¿Del uno al diez qué tan decepcionante es para ti como conocedor que te diga que mi película favorita es 'Mamma mia'?" Bromea un poco "Porque es esa, nada muy profundo" Se encoge de hombros ligeramente "Me encantan los musicales y me encanta Meryl Streep, además ABBA forma parte de mis gustos culposos junto con Locomia" Mueve su diestra mientras habla explicando de alguna forma los motivos por los cuales aquella película encabezaba su lista. Escucha la respuesta sobre Escocia y asiente suavemente "¿Por qué?" Pregunta clavando su mirada en el de ojos más claros, refiriéndose a lo complicado y luego agrega "¿Hace más frío que acá?". Le escucha hablar sobre el equipo y sonríe un poco cuando admite que no son muy buenos "Eso es... Eso es ser fiel, cualquier otro ya hubiese buscado otro equipo y te lo tatuaste además" Señala con su índice la pierna contraria "Eso es lealtad" Agrega. "Bueno, igual no es que tengas que ser Iker Casillas, si es por diversión no importa mucho que no seas tan bueno, los hobbies son importantes". Cuando pregunta que le gusta aparte de la cerveza se ríe un poco "Beber vino, eso también me gusta" Bromea arrugando un poco la nariz "Me gusta dibujar y me encanta la repostería" Cuenta "Hago unas tortas exquisitas, me relaja hornear" Admite con una pequeña sonrisa "Hago pilates y si debo escoger un deporte, me gusta el beisbol". Ante la pregunta sobre la herida su expresión se vuelve un poco más seria "Pues muy bien no se ve, paciente" Entrecierra los ojos "Si quieres te puedo ayudar" Ofrece con una pequeña sonrisa "No es molestia".

[lago-morpha]

creatures

[ramenclaw42]

My children