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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years ago

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Okay but what about reader giving Xavier a necklace with her initial on it…

Wednesday twin!Reader

I've done this scenario a few times for other characters/fandoms, but only the situation reversed (where reader is the one wearing the necklace)

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After seeing him, you didn't want to look at anything else.

Enid was giving you and Wednesday a quick tour of the school after your arrival. She showed you the library, the dining area, where to go to class and, lastly, the quad — which was a pentagon, as your sister had flatly pointed out. Enid had not been amused by Wednesday's humor and chose to ignore her and continuing her tour, insisted on giving you a wikia on Nevermore's social seats.

As the blonde was expanding about the clics and Bianca Barclay, your eyes fell on the tall boy on the other side of the quad and they wouldn't leave him. The world around you turned into a white noise, a mere echo, as you gave your whole attention to the stranger. You were completely entranced by him. His hair was tied back as he effortlessly painted a raven on a school wall.

''—used to date our resident tortured artist, Xavier Thorpe,'' Enid explained, and, as if on cue, the boy — Xavier — looked over his shoulder, finally giving you a good picture of his face.

A sharp jawline sliding into a pointed chin, Cheshire cat green eyes and the beautiful and full pink lips. You felt like throwing up as the words crossed your mind, but he had the face of an angel.

He raised his hand over the painting, making you very confused. Until now, you didn't know Nevermore's outcasts had powers. The artwork followed his hand movement, the wings of the raven coming to life and sending your heart in a twirl, in complete awe at everything this boy was.

At that moment, you wondered if that's how your parents felt when they first saw each other. The tight feeling in the chest and the inability to look away. You wanted to cross the quad and compliment Xavier on his artwork and talent or simply introduce yourself — get any kind of interaction with him —, but another boy pulled you out of your bubble. This one had a whole den of snakes hidden underneath his beanie.

Before coming to Nevermore, you had never batted a lash at any boys, but for some reason Wednesday couldn't fathom or indulge, you had a special interest for Xavier.

''What do you find in him?'' she asked from her bed, reading her copy of Frankenstein. She had read it so many times that the spine was cracked and duck-taped.

A smile curled on your face, your mind drifting to Xavier.

Although he was very handsome, your attraction didn't stop there. It was more than his look. It was the way he carried himself, his posture and effortlessly elegant demeanor, the way he spoke about things he was passionate about, the shy dimpled smile he always reserved for you, the way he gave you his undivided attention when he's talking to someone, the subtle acts of romanticism like that one time he got you that specific shade of rose that's really hard to find and expensive just because it was your favorite.

''I'm afraid the list would exceed the level of disgust you can handle in one day, dear sister,'' you replied.

''Do test me. I might enjoy myself.''

You loved him in a way you couldn't explain. He made you see life in colors, painting a golden light over your natural darkness.

The hour was late as you wandered to the boys’ dormitory, ducking into alcoves and being as quiet as the dead on your way to Xavier’s dorm. He didn’t know you were coming, but Thing had seen him returning from his nightly run through Wednesday's window so you knew he was there.

You did your special knock and when the door opened, Xavier grabbed your shoulder and pulled you inside, quickly closing behind you. You couldn't be on the boys' floors. The rules were very strict concerning the dormitories and the consequences would be severe if caught.

‘’What are you doing here? I thought you were spending the night celebrating your birthday with Wednesday.’’ Xavier reached for your hand, pulling you close to him. His hair was released from its usual hair-tie and damp from the shower he must’ve had after his run.

‘’It appears she has blown me off,’’ you explained with a tinge of bitterness. ‘’Only Thing was in her dorm when I let myself in and refused to tell me where she had gone. My suspicions are, she is raising dark forces and does not want mom and dad to know of her hellish doings.’’

Xavier frowned. ‘’Hellish doings?’’

''Séances. We have an altar in our living room at home.’’

You spoke so casually of dark magic that Xavier didn’t wish to know what else you and your parents did in your free time. It might be a little too spooky and kooky for him.

‘’I have something for you.’’ You pulled out a black velvet pouch from your jacket pocket. ‘’Open it.’’

Xavier took the pouch with a veil of confusion on his face. ‘’You got me a gift on your birthday?’’

‘’Open it, mon amour,’’ you pressed, equally excited and terrified to see his reaction.

Delicately, Xavier untied the loose knot and pulled the pouch open. He reached inside and took out a silver necklace. It wasn’t delicate and dainty like a woman's. The chain was thicker and the pendant was in the shape of a wax stamp with your initial on it.

‘’I found the pendant in a shop in town. I was looking for a present for Wednesday and it caught my eye through one of the glass shelves among other trinkets.’’

He observed the jewelry closely, then smiled at it. ‘’Like Y/N?’’

‘’Not because I own you,’’ you felt the need to add, ‘’but because I’m the only one who really knows you.’’

Xavier’s smile deepened, soft dimples poking. The smile he kept just for you. He unclasped the back of the necklace and you grabbed it from him, putting it on for him. A smile bloomed on your lips, seeing the pendant resting over his shirt as a mark of your love.

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danzaloreley · 2 years ago

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Indée Fixe

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x harpy!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

“Not at all.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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nymphie-mama · 2 years ago

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relief

pairing xavier thorpe x reader

summary in which a little teasing goes too far

warnings smut. [fem!oral, teasing, fem!masturbation]

request Could you write one with either Xavier or Ajax (I’m not picky and would like to see both scenarios but you can choose who you think would fit best) and Fem reader, the reader and the boy both have a thing for each other and has teased the reader all day. So she goes to her room to try and relieve herself but just can’t and the boy walks in to find her panting and begging to cum and decides to help her? - @ttsbaby01

i no longer support percy hynes white and i do not write for xavier thorpe anymore.

the teasing xavier had in him was insane. it was driving you insane. the touches that were so close to where you needed him and the needy breaths on your neck were too much.

he knew you had a thing for him, he liked to abuse that. you knew he felt the same, you liked to let him abuse what he knew. it was normal for him to tease you, usually not enough to get you riled up.

until today.

everything he did felt oh-so extreme. those little touches left imaginative flames on your body. every enunciated word he spoke seemed to out a vision in your mind of him filling you to the brim, like he was implanting it there. his smirks drew out the blood in your cheeks every time.

the second you got to your dorm, your pants and underwear found the floor and your body was plowed into bed. you needed to alleviate everything from the day.

your fingers quickly found your swollen clit, a familiar spot. not surprised to find yourself practically dripping with everything, you went to work.

rubbing circles into your most sensitive, needy area, and trying to hush the moans spilling from your lips, everything was coming together. imagining xavier taking your place and talking to you while he brought you to the best orgasm of your life.

“xay,” you whined to yourself, maybe too loud, “please, let me cum. xavi, please-“

“yes, princess? oh-“

you jumped up and threw your blanket over your bottom half. “shit, xavier! knock!”

“well, i did,” he said, and you could see his eyes darken, “when i heard my name, i just assumed-“

“fuck. you have shit timing.”

“no, no, i think i’m here at just the right time,” he said, reaching for your blanket and smirking in that classically dark way. “let me help you?”

“what? xay- you’re-“

“i’m what, princess? don’t insult me, you know what i just heard.” he’d removed the blanket carefully but quickly and already worked to position himself between your thighs. “do you know how badly i’ve wanted this? to taste you?”

you squirm and start to move around, but he stops you by reaching around your thighs. “if you really don’t want this, say so. i’ll stop.”

“you know i want it.”

“then what am i waiting for?” he asks, moreso to himself, and licks a swift stripe between your folds. you hissed at the feeling, but he groaned.

your hands tugged at his long hair, making him moan into you again. the vibration did nothing but help the sensations his tongue was bringing you. his tongue had easily replaced where your fingers were before as if he knew. he flitted at and suctioned around your bundle, watching what made you react the most. xavier smiled with every movement and sound you made, mumbling things you couldn't recognize against your cunt.

"fuck, xavier," you said as he brought a finger in and out of your entrance. your fingers tightened on his blonde strands, and his movements became stronger. "god, i'm gonna cum."

he nodded against you, maybe because he could feel it. maybe because he wanted you to. either way, you feel a band, tighter than ever before, snap inside your belly. It all washes over you so comfortably but so fast. it's better than ever before.

xavier cleans you up by licking your juices off your thighs and cunt, sweetly, like it needs it.

when he comes up, finally done, and getting ready to get a towel and really clean you up, he's sweaty and pretty. his chin and mouth glisten and he has no care in the world.

"you taste so good, princess. i don't know how i ever went without that."

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stars-and-birds · 2 years ago

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Happy new year guys have a self indulgent wenclair fic i wrote instead of sleeping :D

“Tonight’s the night.” Enid declared, slamming down her red plastic cup next to the table where Yoko sat, some odd mixture of orange juice and vodka sloshing at the impact. Yoko looked up, flashing lights dancing across her pale face and dark eyes.

“Tonight’s the night… you what?” She asked, twisting around in her chair to face a confident and possibly slightly drunk Enid.

“The night I tell her. Wednesday” She replied breezily, plopping down into the chair next to Yoko. It was New Year’s eve, and Xavier Thorpe was throwing a huge party at his house. Well, ‘house’ was a stretch. More like a mansion. Enid had gotten lost at least five times (and stumbled upon three couples making out) on her way to the main room, where a disco ball flashed almost as loudly as the blasting music. Alcohol and drunk teenagers splashed across the room, dancing and cheering. Half of Nevermore had to be there.

“I’ll take her aside and confess. I’m telling her I like her.” Enid said confidently. She’d played the scenario over and over in her head, she wouldn’t be surprised if it had seared itself onto her brain. For months now she’d been worrying, trying to find some way to tell Wednesday she had feelings for her. Two very different possibilities played like a broken record in her brain, looping over and over. Number one, Wednesday harshly rejects her with a cold glare and their friendship breaks apart, Enid moves in with Yoko, and they never talk to or see each other ever again. This was bad. Worst case scenario. Scenario two, and the unfortunately less likely one, however… included holding hands, dates, kisses…

“Earth to Enid. Testing testing one two three.” Yoko said, snapping Enid out of a daydream that had spread a huge smile on her face.

“What?”

“Can I tell you what I think will happen?” Yoko asked, snatching up Enid’s drink like a cat and taking a sip.

“What?” Enid said again, somewhat irritated.

“You’ll work up some nerve and then chicken out like a little bitch. Like at the Christmas party. Or the Halloween one. Or even— ”

“Yeah okay I get it.” Enid interrupted. “But this time will be different! New year, new me.”

“Technically it’s not the new year yet.” Yoko pointed out as her girlfriend, Divina, stumbled up and sat next to Yoko too, leaning her head on her shoulder. Enid rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. Oh, there she is!” She said excitedly, spotting Wednesday’s goth aesthetic sticking out like a sore thumb. Her signature braids hung behind her head, nearly blending into her midnight black dress that spilled over her shoulders like a waterfall. The light caught her face for a second, flashing her black eyes so bright Enid could see it from across the room. Enid’s heart beat a little faster.

I’msogayi’msogayi’msogay

Enid took a deep breath, smoothing the colorful jumpsuit that she had slipped into for the night.

“WEDNESDAY HI!!!!” Enid yelled, making her way through the crowd and raising her voice over the music rattling her feet. Wednesday turned to face her, her face softening a little at the sight of Enid wiggling her way through the horde of sweat and vodka breath.

“OMG you look great!” Enid squealed, clasping her hands together as she finally reached Wednesday and Thing, perched like a bird on her shoulder, signing hello at Enid.

“You look…” Wednesday glanced Enid up and down like a cat stalking her prey, silently judging. “Revolting.”

“Thanks… I guess.” Enid gulped a little, a lump of nerves sliding down her throat.

Okay Sinclair. Stay cool. Just act normal.

“SO! Wednesday, I wanted to talk to you.” Wednesday’s eyebrows creeped up her forehead.

“You are.” She deadpanned.

“I know! I know, I just… about something specific.”

A beat.

“About…”

“YEah! About… um…” God, why was this so hard? Just get it out there.

“Do you… I… um. Do you want a drink?” She blurted out. Ugh. Nice going Sinclair.

Wednesday’s eyebrows raised a little higher. “I suppose.” She conceded.

“Great! I’ll go get you one.” Enid scrambled off into the crowd. Ugh. Of course Yoko was right, of course her nerves had overpowered her and she’d chickened out. No. It wasn’t too late. She’d get the drinks, come back, confess… and no matter what happened, hope it would quel the raging storm that thundered in her chest whenever Wednesday looked at her. It was a storm, yes. But it was also a flower that had slowly grown, unknown to Enid at first. A flower that glowed when Wednesday complimented her, that bloomed when they touched. A flower that Enid had unknowingly nurtured until she’d found herself with a flower bigger than she’d ever imagined. She reached the refreshments table, grabbing two plastic cups and scooping some punch in, contemplating the situation. Of fucking course she had to fall in love with Wednesday fucking Addams of all people. Wednesday with her deadpan drawl, cold glares, beautiful eyes… Something sticky and wet hit her hand, and she looked down to see that she’d overfilled the cup she was holding. Ugh.

Five minutes later she’d successfully partly cleaned up the mess, and was making her way through the crowd again, this time precariously balancing two glasses of punch. Okay. Okay. Okay okay okay okay. She got this. She’d walk up to Wednesday, tell her she liked her and then… heartbreak or kisses. Probably heartbreak, she thought bitterly.

“Okay Wednesday,” Here we go. “I got your drink, I…” she trailed off. Her heart plummeted into her stomach. There, right where she had left her, Wednesday stood in front of Xavier. The boy was holding roses. Black roses. Black roses that Wednesday’s hands were closed around, hands that dropped to Wednesday’s side at the sight of Enid standing there.

Oh.

The punch cups clattered to the floor, but all noise was muted in Enid’s ears.

Something new bloomed in Enid’s chest. Not bloomed. Withered. Withered and stung, dead branches prickling her heart, closing in and suffocating it. The feeling slowly creeped up her chest, closing up her throat, thorns stinging her eyes. Tears, hot and wet and gross and—

“Enid.” Wednesday’s voice. Her voice, which had soothed Enid’s nightmares and comforted her through her pain. Her voice that cut through Enid’s thoughts, that shocked her out of her trance.

“I… I'm sorry. Sorry. I… I have to go, I—” Enid’s words tripped and stumbled over themselves, not quite finding footing and forming complete sentences. It didn’t matter, as something else drove Enid’s legs away. Away from the shocked boy with the roses and the stunned girl who had stolen her heart. Away, away, away. Away down the confusing endless halls, which seemed to close in on her every second. Away and into the nearest door, away and stumbling into the closet and bumping into the brooms and mops and falling to the floor, sobbing. Tears soaked her thoughts, blurred common sense. Why was she crying? It’s not as if… it’s not as if she ever expected to get together with Wednesday. She didn’t expect a fairy tale ending, so why did it feel like she’d been cheated out of it? Had she read too far into the brushes of hands and passing glances that she’d feebly convinced herself she didn’t think meant anything more? Her heart felt like it’d been ripped out of her chest, tossed aside carelessly. Why did it feel like she’d handed Wednesday her heart, fragile and on edge from all the times it had been broken and dropped. Why did it feel like Wednesday had taken it from her and set it aside, doomed to inevitably fall again. Why did it feel so wrong?

She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, just her and her broken heart. Stupid stupid stupid. Her mom’s voice stained her thoughts. She had no reason to be upset. She was overreacting, being overdramatic. Afterall, Wednesday didn’t know about Enid’s feelings for her. It wasn’t fair to Wednesday. And maybe, Wednesday did know and just… hadn’t cared. Decided Enid wasn’t good enough. It wouldn't be the first time Wednesday had tossed aside someone’s feelings for her own benefit. It wouldn’t be the first time Enid was abandoned for being not good enough. A shadow from behind the door tore away the flashing lights that had crept through, cracking open the door slowly. Enid kept her head in her arms, sniffling. The shadow —whoever it was — carefully set itself down next to Enid, brushing against her in the small closet.

“Enid.” Enid would recognize that voice anywhere. Even through her usual bored tone, Wednesday still managed to sound… caring.

“Enid, I need you to talk to me.” A pause, a mini void filled only by more sniffling from Enid.

“Why are you upset?” Her voice wasn’t demanding or accusing. Only curious. Like her voice that first night on the roof, when she had asked why Enid was crying. She’d said because she was upset. Maybe Wednesday understood that now, that crying meant that Enid wasn’t okay, that she needed comfort. Enid let the silence hang for a few more moments, trying to collect her stray thoughts and fish out an excuse.

“I… just. Sorry. Must’ve had too much to drink, haha.” Enid hated the way her voice sounded, weak and scrawny like a newborn chick.

“I can’t help if you’re lying to me.” Wednesday stated so matter-of-factly, turning to face Enid. Her eyes were so beautiful, a betraying part of her brain couldn’t help notice.“Is this about Xavier?” She continued. “Do you… like him?” Her eyes were like milky black pearls. Or a void staring endlessly back at Enid… wait. Wait what.

“What? No!” Enid wrinkled her nose. Even the thought of getting together with that… emo wannabe made her want to gag.

“Then what’s wrong?” Enid looked away again, resting her head in her arms.

Click

She looked up, startled. The closet door had slammed shut, and she scrambled to her feet, jiggling the door handle. It was locked. Wednesday had stood up too, pushing Enid aside to try it herself.

“Thing, if you do not open this door I will flay you alive.” She said, tone so sharp you could use it to slit someone's throat. No sound from the other side of the door, save for the soft clicks of manicured fingers padding off.

“Thing!” Wednesday growled. Enid shoved her back aside, trying to channel some werewolf strength to open up the door. Wednesday pushed her back, and soon they were shoving each other back and forth in the tiny closet.

“Enid, stop moving.”

“Give me some space!”

“Stop moving!”

Enid froze, eyes barely registering anything in the total darkness. A moment later, a light clicked on. Wednesday had found a lightbulb, and the cord to turn it on along with it. Speaking of Wednesday… after a moment of adjusting to the light Enid noticed.. They were very close. A tangle of limbs, they’d somehow ended up eye-to-eye, barely a foot between their faces.

Oh god

Enid could feel herself turning red, her cheeks flushing as Wednesday mumbled something about Thing never seeing the light of day again. She looked… really hot. Which was a very weird thing to think about the sweaty girl with a death glare you were trapped in a closet with, so she was going to stop thinking about it along with the ever growing urge to kiss Wednesday Friday Addams.

“I was jealous!” Enid blurted out. She wasn’t sure where it came from. Maybe she was tired of hiding it. Wednesday was looking at her, dumbfounded.

“…What?”

“I was jealous.” Enid continued, squeezing her eyes shut so she wouldn’t have to see the disgust that would inevitably flush the other girl’s face. “I was jealous of Xavier. Because I know he likes you and you like him and I…” She trailed off, bowing her head as more tears stung her eyes. “And I like you.” The words hung heavy in the air, a long held secret finally released.

“You like me?” Wednesday’s voice was a whisper, a ghost. But Enid heard it. Liked her? She more than liked her, really.

“I—”

“TEN!”

Enid was cut off by a chorus of voices from outside the closet. She pulled up her apple watch. 11:59. The countdown to new years had begun.

“NINE!”

“Enid, listen.” Wednesday's voice rang out urgent and clear.

“EIGHT!”

“It’s okay, I get it. You don’t like me back.” It was hard to keep the spite from creeping into her voice.

“SEVEN!”

“No, I… I don’t like Xavier. We’re not a thing. I rejected him”

“SIX!”

For a moment, Enid’s voice was stolen from her.

Wednesday didn’t like Xavier.

“FIVE!”

“But… I don’t understand. The flowers…” Something cold creeped up Enid’s face. Wednesday. Wednesday’s hands cupped her cheeks.

“FOUR!”

The space between them had gotten smaller, the air a kind of heavy that made Enid’s chest seize up around her heart and catch her breath.

“THREE!”

“I don’t like Xavier. I like you.” Wednesday said softly, so close that Enid could feel her warm breath mingling with Enid’s own.

“TWO!”

“Me? But… I don’t understand.” Enid’s voice was shaky, trembling. A million things were going on within her, panicked screams and breathless gasps. She was pretty sure she was having a heart attack.

“Then let me help you understand,” Wednesday replied, the determination in her voice reflected in her eyes.

“ONE!”

Faster than Enid could prepare or process, Wednesday kissed her. On the lips. And after an incredible moment that lasted for an infinity, that she would carry with her for the rest of her life, Enid kissed back. She couldn’t see the fireworks outside, but she had a pretty good idea from inside the closet. The boom was her heartbeat, so quick and so loud. The heat was Wednesday’s lips against hers, warm and welcoming. The lights… the lights were the faint blush that graced Wednesday’s black and white cheeks, the shine in her eyes when they opened as they broke apart. Wednesday's hands were a chilly vine, receding from Enid’s hair, tracing her chin.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The crowd from outside screamed, laughing and talking before breaking into a chorus. Wednesday’s eyes never left Enid, her brow furrowing.

“You taste like alcohol.”

Enid couldn’t help it. The flower in her chest had bloomed again, and something in her was just so… happy. She broke out into giggles, doubling over. She’d just kissed Wednesday fucking Addams. She’d just kissed Wednesday!

“Pffft. Happy New Year Wednesday.”

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shewrites444 · 2 years ago

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for me [switch! xavier thorpe x reader]

[ hi besties, here is a short but detailed one shot. please let me know what you think of these kinds of fics, i know i tend to write more but i have been super busy, so i still hope you enjoy! (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡ ]

word count - 1.3k

[summary: the reader teases her boyfriend xavier when she comes to his dorm one night.]

[warnings: sinful amount of detail when it comes to female worship, teasing, breeding kink, and dirty talk]

xavier's hands wrapped around my waist as i spread my thighs across his lap, my body pressing closely against his while we staddle each other, his back lightly pressing against the headboard of his bed as his eyes glued to my now exposed chest, which was already stimulated enough from the cold air blowing through the room due to the large dorm fan above us. i trailed my hands to cup his cheeks, lifting his gaze up to meet my own. his eyes were wide, but hung low with purple eyebags, as if he was already drained from the amount of lustful stimulation i was bringing towards his needy body.

he leaned himself up to press his lips against my own, gently adjusting his grip on my back with his left palm before reaching his free hand over to cup my breast, breathing heavily into my mouth while his fingertips lightly rubbed my nipple's cold bud, twisting at the skin while he bit my bottom lip, sighing heavily through his nostrils.

i pull away from his lips with a sadistic grin, tilting my head teasingly before i grab his hand and set it on the bed, causing my breast to bounce back into it's resting place as he loses grip on my skin.

xavier sighs in frustration before looking up to meet my eyes, chewing his top lip while he continues to dart between my eyes and my breasts. he shakes his head softly and gulps, the apple on his neck moving with his expression.

"why won't you let me touch you, baby? can i at least please you in some small way?" he asks softly, a confused look on his face.

"trust me, xav, this is pleasurable enough." i grin, beginning to grind my hips against his lower body while he groans in deep frustration at my motives.

he moves both hands to once again hold my waist, watching while my body presses against his own. i give him a moment to process before i stop, pulling myself off of him and reaching over to untie his black sweatpants, helping to slide off the fabric, along with the waistband of the underwear that lied underneath them.

“do you want me to fuck you, hm?” i tease, reaching between us to lightly pull his hard length out of his pants, lightly jerking him off as we meet eyes. “or are you going to sit and watch me edge you until you can’t even sit up straight?”

“oh fuck..” he moaned, rolling his eyes to the back of his head as his back pressed against the headboard. he glanced down, watching his dick as my hand stroked him, his face burning red at my words. “you really want me to beg for it, [y/n]?”

i tilt my head and nod, a grin across my lips. “well, if you don’t, you don’t get anything but this.”

he sat up, reaching over to cup my breast and his other hand cupping the side of my face, as he pulled me closer into a deep kiss. he fondled my nipple, his free hand trailing from my face to my neck, which he held lightly. he looked up to me with pure love and pleasure in his eyes, his mouth hung open as if he didn’t know what to say, considering he was typically the one with the upper hand in this scenario.

“you don’t know how bad i want you, baby.. god, if you could just let me have you on top of me, i know you’d be riding my dick so fucking good..” he coos, pulling me closer to him as my heart begins to beat faster. “you’re just so fucking beautiful, you know i want you to let me inside of your pretty pussy, baby.. i bet you taste so good..”

i chew my bottom lip, slowly pulling my hand off of him before propping myself up on the bed to slide my panties off, laying them on the floor. i lean down before him and slowly spread my legs, my cheeks reddening as his eyes dart to what was between my thighs.

“then taste it, xav.”

he nods, pulling himself up to lean between my legs, his tall, lanky body pressed against the mattress as his arms wrap around my thighs to pull my closer. his lips attach to my pussy, tongue twirling around inside of me while i moan softly, reaching down to hold his head while my other hand slides between my legs to play with my clit.

xavier moans into my pussy, his fingers gripping my skin while he sinks himself deeper inside of me, his nose lightly brushing my finger while i move it away, gasping as he pulls away from my folds and moves his tongue to my clit. his eyes look up to meet my own while i watch his tongue flick against the sensitive bud.

as i feel my climax beginning to build, i move his head away softly and pin him back down on the bed, which he obliged to, now getting between our legs before pushing himself into me while i sat on top. as xavier’s length fills me, i moan loudly, feeling him reach over to hold me by the waist while he begins to suck my breasts.

i bounce on his dick, the bed shaking with my every move while my tits bounce in xavier’s mouth, the room filled with nothing but moans and various other filthy noises. xavier pulls away from my breasts and kisses me, passionately holding my waist and pushing me down, balls deep, on his cock.

“you want me to fill you up, baby?” he whispers in my ear as he kisses my cheek. “let me make you mine, [y/n]. why don’t you let me take control, hm? you look exhausted, sweetheart.”

i roll my eyes, looking over to kiss him once again. “what, you don’t like me in control, xav?”

“i never said that, baby.” he smiles, brushing my hair out of my face. “just let me please you.”

“you can do that by being quiet.” i snap back with a smirk, pushing him back down on the bed before lacing our fingers together, restraining him against the bed.

i begin to ride his dick once again, our skin slapping together as i move, looking down to watch him as his eyes closed, but his mouth remained open, only filled with moans while i hovered above him.

i grin, releasing my grip from his hands before adjusting myself onto my feet, before i began to bounce on his cock, one hand moving to rub my clit, as that familiar knot of pleasure began to run through my stomach.

“you gonna finish soon, xav?” i tease, watching his eyes open as he watches me move up and down. “you gonna come all in my pussy, baby? i bet you wanna claim me so fucking bad.. you wanna know i’m yours, huh?”

he grins, sitting up on his elbows while he watches my body move on him, beginning to thrust up, which only causes more noise in the room. the only thing i was focused on was the moans that rose from his pinkly tinted lips, and the way his entire body tightened as he reached his climax seconds after.

i pull myself off of him, leaning over to kiss him softly as i lay aside him. my legs wrap around his own, and his hands wrap around my waist before pecking my forehead.

“you’ve always been mine.” he smirked, watching as i ran my fingertips through his hair. “no one else’s.”

“so vain about it, huh.” i tease, feeling his heated palms press against my bare waist. “why don’t you reassure yourself of that claim by getting on top of me.”

“oh really?” xavier blushes, lightly pushing his legs off of me before crawling on top of my figure. “let’s see how much more of me you can take, baby.”

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 1 year ago

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Two of a Kind ~ X.T.

A/n: There wasn't really a prompt for this one so I went wild with it lol. Broke it into two parts because it was getting quite long. Enjoy!

Request: “Do you think you could you do a Xavier Thorpe x Male Reader? ...” by anon

Word Count: 2500+

MASTERLIST

Everyone had seen Y/n and Xavier coming day one, way before either of them even had the thought to like each other. They bonded early on just because their powers complemented each other - Xavier having the ability to bring art to life, and Y/n having the ability to travel between realities. Something that sounded crazy powerful, except that multiversal travel cost too much energy for Y/n to pull off, so he usually did much smaller scale things - like traveling into pictures or paintings or tv shows or books.

It had been a lot of fun to travel the worlds that Xavier created, and he enjoyed bringing the art to life and watching what Y/n did when he was exploring it all. Xavier could give extra friends or weapons or sights for Y/n to enjoy just by putting two pictures together, next to each other, or adding something to the drawing. They spent a lot of time goofing around this way.

The friendliness had turned to something much more when Xavier had made his move by drawing himself into a picture, and then adding it onto the end of a picture Y/n had traveled into. The little him was in a romantic scene; gazebo strung with lights, hair tied back and in a suit. He drew something Y/n would like to wear as an option, before he got to play with them dancing and going on adventures and eventually, falling in love. It was so easy to flirt when you could control every little detail of what was and wasn't around you - all that he really had to do was create a hundred cheesy scenarios to drop the hints he needed and then not hide his blush when Y/n exited the paintings later.

One day Y/n took Xavier into a picture he had taken. It had taken a lot of effort, but he had accomplished it - and then they were stuck in a moment where they were alone, able to explore or sit and chill. They had ended up kissing there, all of the reactions from Xavier being unable to be hidden and all hesitation being broken, because now Y/n was sure that Xavier really meant what he was doing. Their dating life had been rich and sweet and long lasting. They didn't often indulge in excessive PDA, preferring to just sit next to each other and touch shoulders, or hold hands while walking around, or sharing comments during class that no one else was allowed to hear. Subtle things enunciated with blushes and sweet grins and shining eyes that gave them away even in being the small moments they were.

For their year anniversary, Y/n had wanted to do something as special as their relationship. To do something dramatic and sweet. To make a marker of the event. A whole year being sickly in love and handling that asshole called Life together. They had survived Hyde's and Wednesday Addams and ghosts of hellish town's past, and evil teachers - even small things like some jerk ruining Xavier's mural, or tension between Y/n and Bianca because Bianca had liked Xavier but Y/n had gotten him. It was a monumental achievement - Y/n wanted to do something spectacular.

He wanted Xavier to meet his parents.

Y/n's parents were dead; they had died before Y/n was even in double digits. Y/n was in the system, spending Summers bouncing from home to home. Parents day had been... rough, for Xavier and Y/n. They had spent it together, watching movies to forget what they were feeling.

But Y/n remembered his parents. He knew that they had been good to him, and that they would have loved Xavier. That they would have welcomed him into their home and into their family. He would have felt the familial love and support he had deserved. So.... yeah, he wanted Xavier to meet them.

There was one picture that Y/n had of his parents. A few days before they had passed away they had been on the couch cuddling, talking quietly to each other and grinning from ear to ear. Y/n had taken the picture, wanting to show what he had meant when he said that it made him so happy to see him they were still so in love.

The plan was simple. Go into the picture, give his parents as vague a run down as they'd allow, and then set everything up so that he could pull Xavier into the picture with him. At least one trip, and then he could feel all of the things that Y/n's parents had to offer, and then they could be done. Or maybe come back again sometime... The thing was, Y/n had never traveled into pictures with people in them. It had always been about the landscape - going to a place no one could reach them. But this was entirely something different. Y/n had to account for the extra energy of bringing the memory of these people to life, and then the emotional stress of talking to them and trying to keep it balanced on what they had to know or wanted to know and what they could know.

He should have known it would go wrong.

Y/n could feel it the second he tried to jump. The usual feeling of slotting into a place, like a click, felt more like a stretch. A squeeze. It knocked all the breath out of him and sent his brain spinning. In the disorientation, he thought about Xavier as he always did when things went a little wrong, trying to ground himself. And then very suddenly it felt like he had been ripped away, yanked aggressively in a completely different direction. His stomach lurched and then he came to a still and stumbled to get his feet under him. He managed to catch himself on a wall, closing his eyes to steady himself as he placed his hands behind him, bracing himself on the familiar Nevermore walls.

Okay. That was rough.

He realized his ears had been ringing when suddenly it died down and the sound was taken over by the chattering of several voices. Y/n opened his eyes, looking around to see a large set of thankfully familiar faces. Wednesday's piercing eyes, burning into him with a cold like fire. Enid's half-anxious, half-curious expression with her wide eyes and unsure smile. Eugene hiding behind Wednesday like Y/n was a bomb about to go off. Even Ajax, who had a protective hand on Enid's shoulder, eyes taking in as much as he possibly could to analyze the risk in front of him.

And Xavier.

Oh thank god.

"Xav..." he tries to push off of the wall and move toward his boyfriend but his feet wouldn't move. He just tilts and then keeps going as the world turns to black around him.

He wakes up in a hospital wing bed. He recognizes it from all the times he had traveled before, when he was learning how to control his abilities and testing their limits. Now it was a comfort and he relaxed for a moment.

"He's awake."

Y/n opened his eyes, knowing that sitting up wouldn't be a good idea. He blinked a few times to adjust to the lights - which was easy because it seemed to be evening. Not dark enough to require florescent lights, but enough that the sun wasn't in his line of sight. It meant he could look around a lot sooner, scanning the faces around him. Mostly nurses, and Weems. Then Enid, Wednesday, and - Xavier.

Y/n relaxed as the principal approached him first. "Hey," Weems greeted with a half-worried, half-friendly smile. It felt awkward, distant - very different from the many other times Weems had treated Y/n like she was his mother.

He smiled anyway, nodding back. "Hi." Maybe she was tired today and was just relieved to see he was okay. Y/n looked over to Xavier and smiled as well, and for some reason that surprised Xavier a lot. Y/n frowned when Weems stepped between them. He looked back up at her and his eyebrows came together at the awkwardness in her face. "Professor," Y/n began. "What's going on?"

Weems took a steadying breath, bracing herself. Y/n didn't understand the somber mood... until she began to speak. "Sweetheart, you seem very comfortable here and familiar with me. And it pains me to say that I don't know who you are. None of us do. Are you perhaps lost, or confused?" Her eyes narrowed in stress as she saw Y/n look away.

Y/n's brain was spinning, mind trying to make sense of the weird distance suddenly present. The way they were acting aligned with what she was saying, but factually it was all incorrect. He could remember time after time that he had gotten into a bout with Wednesday because he was as curious as she was and complained less when she dragged him into her shenanigans. He could remember sparring Bianca - never winning but always dragging it out long enough that she'd grin with victory, as if beating him never got boring. He could remember being dragged along to get snacks with Ajax, sneaking out with shushing and giggling and bad whispering. He could remember helping Enid paint her boat; helping Enid paint her nails and do her hair; helping Enid buy make up; helping Enid with her homework... and getting all of that help back when he needed it. He could remember getting to know Eugene through Wednesday, and getting to know Wednesday through Enid, and getting to know Enid through Ajax, and getting to know Ajax through Xavier.

Xavier.

He looked at the taller boy and saw that same lack of recognition. His heart broke.

"Oh," he whispered. He hadn't gone home after all. What was Nevermore if no one knew him? What was Nevermore if it wasn't the place where he learned and laughed and pranked his friends and fell in love and found family like they were collectibles and almost died because of Wednesday or got dragged into a competition because of Enid or faced off with Bianca or helped Ajax when he got carried away, or... or....

Who was he if this wasn't his home? If he didn't belong?

A hand rested on his shoulder and he found himself looking up into Enid's tender gaze. It pained him to see her kindness filtered through eyes that did not recognize him. Though, it was a little nice to see her smile anyway. "Why don't you start with your name? There's obviously a lot going on for you right now, let's work through it together."

Y/n almost burst into tears. Half because of the incredible loss he was feeling, and half because of the relief that washed over him and the way it touched him to the core of his heart.

"Okay. I'll, uh, try to explain." He thought back to what happened and scrunched up his eyebrows. "I have this ability to travel through images - sort of like how-" he cut off suddenly, stopping himself from revealing that he knew what Xavier's quirk was. It might not be smart to say that he knew these people when they didn't know him. "Uh, like Blue's Clues," he added with a tight throat instead. "When Joe or Steve zoom into pictures or art or cards, it's like that. I do it to basically everything. My mentor," he said slowly, instead of using Weem's name, "explained that I have the ability to weaken the barrier between realities enough for me to pass through. I've never been able to do anything crazy with it, though I did try time traveling once and succeeded." He winced. "I had food poisoning for four days but other than that-" he shrugged. "It's just draining."

"What happened before you came here?" Weems prompted.

For a second, Y/n lost himself in thought and forgot these people saw him as strangers. It was just so habit for him to open up to her completely. "Well, my parents died when I was young, but they were really great people. And my boyfriend has parents but not good ones, so I was thinking of pushing the limits of my abilities and introducing him to them. Nothing too crazy - just going into a picture of them when they were alive and letting them meet. Just once. But, I didn't want to raw dog hop in without seeing if it would even work, or if my parents would freak out... I was going to introduce myself, now that I'm older and stuff." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, shrugging. "I've never gone into a picture with people in it before. Something went wrong and I thought of-" he swallowed. "Of home. And I came here. Maybe it was... the closest approximation. I seem to have traveled... dimensions, of some sort." He shrugged again. The shock was wearing off and the anxiety was sinking in. His shoulders sagged, unable to look at any of them.

"An alternate dimension?" Someone said slowly, and Y/n started suddenly. Shit. He'd said too much. The quizzical eyes of Wednesday Addams bore into him, and without their friendship guarding him from any significant harm, for the first time in their entire relationship she scared him. Before she had always ignored him. He was inconsequential. But now he was a threat. Wednesday had dealt with threats before - always without a lick of mercy.

He took a moment to come up with something to say. All he could think of was, "This isn't home."

"But it was," Weems said slowly. "Before you traveled." Y/n just nodded.

Something stirred in Wednesday's eyes. Y/n finally looked away. "You know us." It wasn't a question.

A very heavy silence settled in the room. "Does that mean... your boyfriend knows us too?" This was Enid, and Y/n closed his eyes as she put more pieces together than he wanted her to. If it came out that he was dating Xavier, he might throw up. He couldn't handle the wrong reaction from Xavier right now, and he didn't know how there would be a good one. A stranger claiming to be from another dimension says he's dating you?

Y/n would freak out if it was him.

"The point is, I need to get home," is all Y/n said. Weems seemed to see that the boy had reached his limit. "Okay, everyone out. You all have homework and clubs I'm sure, and Y/n needs to get some sleep. Come on-" she guided them all out of the room, hesitating before she left herself. She turned to Y/n, a sadness in her eyes. "Your mentor... do I know them?"

Y/n scoffed, unable to handle the irony of the question. "Yeah. You know all the people that are most important to me. Makes it kind of awkward for me, gotta say."

Weems nodded, understanding clear in her expression. She didn't maybe know every detail, but she had always been a clever woman and Y/n had not been the least bit lowkey just now. "Well, no matter what, you're a student of Nevermore. If you need anything I am here for you."

Y/n just nodded, and she left. He knew that a part of her believed him, and wanted to help, but he also knew a part of her didn't truly believe him. Or, recognized that he was a danger to the precarious balance she always worked so hard to retain at her very precious school.

He lay on the bed, covering his face with his hands. Of course he had got himself into such a situation. His Wednesday would be disappointed that she had missed all the shenanigans. He fell asleep smiling at the thought.

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baziutawrites · 2 years ago

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Heavenly

Soft!Xavier Thorpe x Female OC smut

WARNING! If you are under 18 yrs old, do not read this piece. I do not take responsibility for anything if you proceed.

Masterlist is pinned on my blog. Give it a look for me. Can't link it, because tumblr hides my post if I do so.

Six months ago Xavier wouldn't even think about saying something of this sort out loud. But he wanted the very best for Val - and when his visions showed him how good this could make her feel that morning with his mouth and tongue, he felt a bit more confident to suggest to take away some of her senses.

He sat up in his bed, eyes roaming over Val's body laying peacefully beside him, her naked form barely covered with the sheets as she stirred, stretched and opened her eyes ever so slightly, sleep still present in her unfocused gaze. He had a really hard time formulating words, his mind occupied with the vision he just had - a very similar one to the sight that just greeted his eyes.

He felt his dick twitch, the morning hard on hot in between his legs. He felt like he was still in his dream state, her moves exactly like the ones he just saw with his mind's eye. Heat rushed to his face as the images flashed before his eyes again and he could almost hear Val's moans and almost taste her on his lips. His visions had one thing he hated - they were almost like real life. Almost.

"Xavier?" Came her voice, raspy and low with the remnants of slumber. He watched her rub her eyes and shield them from the early morning sunlight that shone across her sleepy features. She was ethereal, he thought, as he hummed in response, shifting so he could wrap his hands around her body, longing for the closeness.

He still could not believe she was there, with him, in his bed, in his arms, repeatedly and willingly coming back to him. For him, to be with him out of all the people she could be with. The way she held herself, how she spoke, how her mind worked, the way she smiled and more, it all made Xavier think how in the hell he got so lucky being that dumb for most of the time they knew each other.

He was so stupid for so long, letting Val repeatedly slip out from his fingers because he convinced himself to believe he didn't stand a chance. That his dreams and visions of her were just mere made up imaginary scenarios of his affection starved mind. What's worse, he made himself pin over Wednesday, a childhood crush, telling himself that it was meant to be this way, that her coming back into his life surely meant something more than just a weird crossing of their life paths again. All this because he didn't think he had any chances with Val to begin with. She intimidated him the very first time they spoke.

And yet, here they were, and he still could not believe the sight that greeted him almost every morning.

"Hi, gorgeous." He smiled, as he brought her close to his chest.

His fingertips were absentmindedly gliding over her curves, learning the texture, memorizing her responses she offered in soft breaths, hot on his neck. They slowly turned into breathy moans, as his lips found hers, connecting in a slow, tender kiss, just to glide down her neck, tasting her skin. Xavier pressed his hard on onto her thigh when her fingers found their way into his hair, grazing his scalp, making him moan into the wet, open mouthed kisses he now planted along her jawline.

"Hey," he whispered, not lifting his head up. He felt his cheeks starting to burn again as he decided to follow his dream visions. If they were true, he would curse himself if he didn't try. "Would you like... um, to have a... a blindfold, maybe?"

The silence that followed made his heart sink into his stomach. Was he too bold? Was it too straightforward? His eyes darted upwards, only to meet Val's playful expression. She raised her eyebrow at him.

"Kinky." She laughed, seeing him turn even redder and she reached to cup his face. "Didn't expect you'd like that."

It didn't miss him how she pressed her thighs together, shifting her hips underneath his dick still pressed against her skin. The mere thought of Xavier asking her to do things she didn't expect him to like was making her pussy ache.

"I'd love you to blindfold me." She breathed, her own skin flushing, the excitement making her shiver.

The sensations that followed her eyes being covered were nothing but wonderful. Xavier's large palms explored every inch of her hot skin, his plump lips following in their wake, leaving wet marks wherever he found a spot that made her moan in pleasure. He took his time, his touches slow and sensual, almost as if he was afraid to take her out of her still sleepy, now dazed state. He took note of every single part of her body that responded to his worship, focusing on them repeatedly until she arched her back and rolled her hips under his weight, his name falling from her lips in quiet whimpers. Her eyesight taken away only made her more in tune with the sensations his skilled fingers provided.

But he wasn't done yet. He remembered his visions showing him how she was falling apart and he would not miss that for the life of him. He ignored his own throbbing cock with much difficulty, as he guided V's body to turn on her stomach, making her lift her hips up, only to focus his tender, feather like touches back up on her body, right underneath her hairline. Her moan was both filled with lust and exasperation, she was now so turned on she was on the verge of sliding her own fingers down in between her folds to relieve the aching need that was growing with his every touch. But his hot lips repeatedly finding her sweet spots all over her back, his long fingers finally gliding in between her thighs to circle the soft skin right underneath her pussy made her melt into his touch, desperately chasing his hands with her crotch.

All this time, he hasn't touched her core at all. It was slowly driving her into insanity, making her head fuzzy and body hotter and hotter with every passing second. And now, as he ghosted the pads of his fingers around her slit, almost touching her where she needed him most, he finally noticed his reward when she gasped and bucked her hips at him slightly.

"Oh god," Xavier's weak voice rang out, his breath hitching in his throat. "You're dripping."

His mind went hazy when he saw the string of her juices stretch down from her puffy, pink pussy lips. He reached his trembling finger out and caught it, bringing it to his mouth and when the taste hit his tongue, he could not help himself anymore. He flopped on his back, mattress dipping under his shoulder blades and without a second thought, brought Val's hips down onto his face, latching his mouth onto her slit, his tongue darting out and parting her folds. The thing is, he didn't expect the amount of slick that flooded his mouth the second he did that. What he didn't expect as well, was the sudden rush of electricity he felt through his body and mind, coming into his very core as he lapped at her juices without a thought in mind, like a starved man would. Her taste was intoxicating.

"Xavier, yes, oh yes, you're so good," her voice was low, sleepiness still lingering around it's edges.

He also didn't expect to cum on the spot, without touching himself, just by Val's cunt gliding over his face and her throaty moans, when she finally got his tongue where she needed it so bad. But there Xavier was, moaning as well, into his girlfriend's pussy as his abdomen spasmed repeatedly with his cock suprting ropes and ropes of seed onto his stomach. His fingers dug desperately into the flesh of her butt, holding her close to his open mouth, filled with her slick, that was dripping down his cheeks, chin and onto his neck. His mind was dazed, unfocused as his body was consumed by the jolts of unexpected pleasure. His visions did not show him he'd be the one to cum first and he cursed himself for not thinking about it beforehand.

However, a newfound determination took over his tired body, as he decided not to let embarrassment take over. His plump lips caught her perky clit and sucked it in between them, latching himself to it as if he was about to perish if he didn't hear her moans again. The way she stiffened, her hands gripping the headboard for dear life, and how her hot thighs started to tremble, he knew he was set for gold.

Her long, loud moans filled the overall quiet air, contrasting with the sleepy early morning aura of his dorm room. She came undone, deep waves of pleasure filling her body as she straightened on top of his face, grabbing his palms that were still gripping her hips with a passion. It allowed Xavier to see Val in all her wonderful, blissful state. And it felt like heaven.

The early morning sun shone it's bright golden rays all over her features, making her look as if the light came from within her. Her face was relaxed completely, mouth open with her eyes closed, blindfold long forgotten somewhere in the bedsheets, was otherworldly to his eyes. Her hair, silk like, draping over her neck and shoulders, looked as if it was made from liquid light, giving her head a saint-like halo. With the angelic music falling from her parted, wet lips in the form of his own name, so beautiful to listen to, he could not believe she was real. He felt dizzy.

And yet, all this contrasted harshly with the fact that her orgasm brought new waves of her slick into his mouth, making him feel almost high - he could taste her again, as she rubbed her hot clit over his slippery face. Her thighs were squeezing the sides of his head all the time she was riding out her orgasm, making him aware, that she was in fact real and she was falling apart on top of him that very moment, because of him and for his eyes to see. And it too made him feel the dizziness get stronger inside of his head. He wished he could take a picture, to make sure this moment could last forever.

Xavier surely brought his sketchbook back to the bed with him right after he got out of the bathroom. With one of his arm wrapped around sleepy Val, making sure she was flush against his chest, he propped the book on his knee and started sketching, graphite scratching the paper quietly as he poured his heart and soul into the drawing of her from just minutes ago. His green eyes kept darting down towards her face and he kept peppering her with light kisses everywhere he could reach without the sketchbook sliding off, making her giggle and repay him with lazy pecks over his neck.

The slow weekends were surely becoming Xavier's favourite part of his stay at Nevermore. And Val could say the very same thing.

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meowjaa · 2 years ago

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Dont Get Your Hopes Up - xavier thorpe x fem!reader

Nevermore Academy, 2022

You were on a walk with wednesday trying to find more information about this monster that wednesday had saw killing rowan, wednesday had came to my dorm knocking loudly for me to answer it was early so she didn't expect anybody to be up so we decided to head into the forest because she had a visions telling her to go to this old ruined building only leaving just a few bricks and disgarded walls..

It was storming and we we're both covered in rain, we finally arrived with the help of thing and some other peoples help.. "Wednesday why bring me out this early, I get that you want to solve this but I have an early class helping Mrs. Thornhill setting up for our lesson today" Wednesday searches around as I do and she finally speaks out-

"Why even help her, shes decent but we cant trust anybody in that school under any circumstance do you also understand that thing?" she said turning around in a threating voice. I check my watch and realize im going to be late-

"Wednesday! Thing! I have to get to the classroom ill catch up with you guys later tell me if anything else interesting happens goodbye" they say goodbye and I start to head towards the school, im soaking wet no umbrella and everything else sucks.. a few minutes pass.

Everything is starting to look the same and im starting to get cold.. I pass by a few trees that I could've sworn I past by until I saw this shed with a light on a perfect chance to get warm if anybody isnt in there..

I walk towards the shed and slowly open the old wood doors to see a tall slim figure standing in front of a canvas, he has a bun and you now realize who it is Xavier Thorpe, the most "hottest" boy in school as enid quotes.

"Xavier Thorpe.." he turns around in shock and looks me up and down "Y/N L/N, I heard you wanted to speak” I smile softly and sit down onto his desk he sets down his paint brush and gets the paint off his hand with a wet cloth he ahd laying around.

“I heard you talking with ajax, you need a fake date to the rave’n and I also need too” Xavier looks at me and he smiles “The Y/N is asking me to a date to the rave’n?” I roll my eyes and get up “Its a win for a win xavier just say yes”

He scoffs and throws his head back sighing “Fine, but you do know that if I need to kiss you, your going to have too right? to get bianca back” I roll my eyes “If I have too yes, but dont get your hopes up”

- authors note, HEY HEY HEY!! SO THE ENDING IS RLLY CUTE SO IF YALL WANT ME TO MAKE A PART 2 FOR THAT SCENARIO THEN I WILL PLEASE LET ME KNOW THOUGH <3

#xavier x reader #xavier thorpe #xavier thrope imagine #xavier thorpe fanfic #wednesday #wednesday netflix #percyhynes #percy hynes white

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kxhbee · 2 years ago

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I JUST READ YOUR ROWAN FIC AND I'M LITERALLY IN LOVE! I just binge read all three parts in one go lmao. I'm so excited for part 4! But don't work yourself up tho, take your sweet time. I just wanted to appreciate how good your fics are!

OMG THANK YOU YOU’RE SO SWEET!! 🫶🫶

Here’s the long awaited part 4!! I’m so sorry it took so long, I’ve started a new school and I’ve been settling in!!

Love From You

Part Four

~ Rowan Laslow x Reader

~ Friends to lovers

~ Fluff, light angst

~ 1,378 words

~ Not proof read!

Key:

~ Y/N: YOUR NAME

~ Y/L/N: YOUR LAST NAME

~ A/N: AUTHOR’S NOTE

Befriending Rowan Laslow was something you had always wanted to do. Of course, you were always preparing yourself for your friend’s reactions, but mostly Enid’s.

So now that you can actually start a conversation with Rowan instead of saying “never mind” and walking off before he sees you, Enid’s teasing has changed. In other words, you’ve grown more confident, and so has she.

“I bet he would be loud in bed.”

“Enid.” You laugh awkwardly, shocked at the sudden comment. You were sitting in complete silence, finishing your history essay on the origin of trolls, while Enid was scrolling through Instagram, having finished her essay a week before because she surprisingly has better time management than you. “You can’t say that.”

“Why? Everyone knows that nerdy men are louder in bed.” Her eyes widen like she’s just come to a sudden realisation. “AND HE HAS ASTHMA!”

You look around the library nervously. Rowan usually comes in here to hang out, and you mostly look forward to it. Except right now you’re praying he decides to do something else instead.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Just getting you prepared, my good sire.” She pats you on the back. “Everyone’s noticed you two get closer.”

“We’re friends.” You must’ve said this about a hundred times since the day you befriended Rowan. It’s getting kind of tiring, because Enid knows as well as you that you want to make it more than that.

”Whatever you say. You know, he’s definitely a bottom. That’s something to add to your night scenarios.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Yet you continue to hang out with me.”

”What about Wednesday then, huh?”

Enid stops laughing and looks down awkwardly, fighting the pink off from her cheeks. “What about her?”

“Oh come on, E. I’m not blind. We’re not blind.”

“We?”

“Yes! Everyone! Just kiss her already, jesus.”

“I will when you kiss Rowan.” She says, elbowing you lightly.

You roll your eyes playfully, pulling your phone out when you hear a ding.

“Um no, finish your essay.” Enid really is staying true to her word about making you finish today.

“I will, I will. Just let me respond to Yoko first.”

After responding to a TikTok that Yoko sent to you, you exit out of the chat. Before you close the app, however, you notice a change in Rowan’s profile picture. You tap on his profile to see the picture better, and see that instead of the automatic icon that Instagram sets, it’s a photo of him smiling happily at the camera, someone’s arm around him holding the peace sign. Your heart warms with recognition at the photo you took with him.

“What’s made you so happy?” Enid looks over your shoulder at his profile.

“Nothing.” You turn your phone off and put it back into your pocket.

“‘We’re just friends.’” She says, putting on yet another impression of you and nudging your side again.

“Shhh. I have an essay to write.” You say, picking up your pen again.

“That’s convenient for you, isn’t it.”

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Rowan Laslow never ended up answering Xavier Thorpe’s question. He knows that refusing to answer won’t help him form a friendship with the boy, but how was he supposed to describe what happened? How is he meant to put into words the warm feeling he gets in his chest whenever he sees Y/N, and how the feeling grows and completely takes over his body whenever their face lights up with a smile? How is he meant to tell his roommate how confused he gets after he catches himself grinning at photos or messages from them? How does he confide in someone that he’s spoken to on only a few occasions, despite him being his roommate?

Rowan can tell that Xavier got frustrated at his lack of response. He simply gaped at Xavier, unable to describe what was on his mind. He stuttered a few false starts, not sure how to start the sentence, and then settled on “it was nothing” and grabbed his pyjamas from his bed, locking himself in the bathroom.

He assumed it was because he didn’t know how to react after making his first friend in years- he didn’t remember how having friends felt. After all, he was always cautious of his peers. He knew what they they saying he could hear them- with their whispering and muttering of words like “freak”, “outcast”, “weirdo” or something similar. What he never understood was why. Why are they calling him a freak when this is a school for freaks. Why are they calling him an outcast when they’re all outcasts?

It never made any sense to him, which is why he never let it get to him. Why should he be upset over something that simply doesn’t make sense? Despite this view on the bullies, he obviously let it get to him. Why else would he have a breakdown in the arms of someone he just met? Although its been a while, he’s pretty sure thats not how friends are made.

Yet it somehow worked. Rowan and Y/N had surprisingly become inseparable. Y/N, who, since they’re best friends with Enid, is by default, popular, and Rowan, the outcast. It’s an odd pair, and Rowan is always worried that Y/N is going to receive shit for befriending him. But if they have they haven’t let him know.

The door to the dorm opens and Xavier comes in, joined by Ajax Petropolus. The two boys stop laughing when they see Rowan sitting at his desk, staring at them. He turns his head back to his books and picks his pen up. Not the time.

“Listen, Rowan…” Ajax starts talking, taking a step towards Rowan. “I’m sorry about you being kicked out of the Nightshades. I really-“

Rowan didn’t hear the rest of what Ajax had to say. Instead, he put his headphones on, gathered his books, and left the dorm, remembering why he usually studies in the library.

The Nightshades’ voting system is a democracy with anonymous voting, so Rowan will never truely know if Ajax or Xavier voted him out or not. But people in the Nightshades voted him out and that’s all that matters to him. The one place where he felt as if he belonged. He was following in his mother’s footsteps in that stupid club. The one remaining tie he had to his mother’s legacy was severed by a bunch of cliché high school students who think they rule the place and didn’t want someone in the club just because he’s a little different.

It’s safe to say that Rowan Laslow doesn’t like any of the Nightshade members anymore.

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“Enid, shut up.”

“Why? Worried your boyfriend might hear?”

“I’m worried anyone is gonna hear. Normal people don’t make these kinds of jokes.”

“Normal? You don’t think I’m normal? It’s because I’m a lesbian isn’t it?”

“Kill yourself.” You say jokingly, nudging Enid’s side.

“Wow. I never thought you’d be homophobic. You’re cancelled on Twitter now.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You zip your bag up and swing it onto your back, hanging off of your right shoulder. You finished your essay about an hour ago, so you and Enid spent the last hour sitting in silence while scrolling TikTok.

“Phones gonna die.” You say, putting it on low power mode. “It’s on 5 percent.”

“You would have more battery if you did your essay straight away instead of procrastinating on your phone.” Enid giggles like she’s the funniest person ever.

You pull the library door open and hold it open for Enid.

“Ladies first.” You say, gesturing her out.

“Rowan is trans?” Enid asks.

“Would it kill you to not bring him up in every breath? It’s getting old.” You look back up at her, but she’s staring through the doorway. You follow her gaze and your eyes land on Rowan Laslow, who’s standing in the doorway holding a pile of books awkwardly.

“Oh. Hey.”

“Hey.”

#rowan laslow #rowan laslow x reader #rowan x reader #calum ross #enid sinclair #love from you #rowan laslow fanfic #wednesday #potential wenclair #i’m finally stopping the procrastination. question is will i go back to procrastinating? find out next time on love from you

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fueledpurelybyspite · 1 year ago

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Ops, wrong painting

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'And so help me god, Thorpe, if something like this happens again-'

'It won't' He and his father answer at the same time.

The ancient vampire fixes both of them with a long stare. Shaking his head, he quietly adds one last jab

'And let's hope the poor girl never finds out about this'

At last, something all three of them can agree with.

Or, Xavier Thorpe is asked to do a recreation of a famous painting with a personal twist for his art class, but the canvases get mixed up.

Xavier Thorpe is a dead man.

Done, finished, utterly fucked would also be appropriate terms to use in this scenario. But yes, dead sums it up pretty well too.

He sits in the principal's office, left leg bouncing restlessly on the immaculate hardwood floor and eyes darting around uncomfortably.

His father is here, for god's sake. Sitting by his side with a burning glare pointed at his profile. He's just come back from a tour, the famous Illusionist Vincent Thorpe. This was supposed to be one of the rare weeks off he dares to take, which are usually spent in their house in New York, in the charming company of whatever emerging starlet he has managed to promise fame and short-lived luxury to.

Xavier can actually feel the sweat beading on his forehead and at the back of his neck. He keeps his flushed face downturned, his head hung low in his palm. blond hair is pulled tight between his fingers as his elbow lays against the armrest.

He knows he fucked up, big time. This is the first time in his school career he has reason to fear he might actually get expelled.

The new principal, a strict and burly vampire who looks like he's just emerged from 1920' London's downtown scene, was very much not impressed when his father offered to pay the school a check without even letting him finish explaining what his son had done to land him in so much trouble.

He now sits behind the imposing hardwood desk, directing an impressively hash glare on them for someone who's wearing such dark sunglasses.

'Mr. Thorpe' His rich, rough voice fills the room as he scrutinizes his father, and Xavier feels like everything is just too much. He can't stand being the center of attention and he's suddenly hyperaware of the way his clothes rest on his skin, fabric rustling and shifting and making him go insane. He's hot and cold all over, he hadn't felt this scared and embarrassed since he was scolded as a child for finding the gardener's collection of playboys.

'What your son here has committed is an extremely serious infraction. If his record so far wasn't as clean as it is, it would have warranted an immediate expulsion.'

Xavier feels like he should at least try to explain himself, but he knows he sounds exasperated. 'It was an accident'

'An accident?'

The headmaster's voice is booming and sharp-edged. The birds in the cages hanging from the windows flap their wings around restlessly. Xavier feels restless, too.

'One of my colleagues, Mr. Crellin, your art teacher, has come to me yesterday morning to tell me you have made a portrait of one of your classmates, an underaged girl, against her consent or knowledge, depicting her in a state of undress with a disturbing amount of details'

Xavier actually wants to die. Take a shovel, dig a hole, crawl in it, and just die.

His father is absolutely seething. He guesses this would be pretty bad press if the news were leaked.

He can already see the headline 'Famous illusionist's deranged son gets expelled from prestigious academy for depravity'

God, he hates to think about the huge check his art teacher has surely already taken to keep this all quiet.

He's able to find his voice, eventually, but he hates how low and wavering it sounds. 'That was not the painting I intended to hand in for the project'

If looks could kill, Xavier would already be laying in the aforementioned hole. Unfortunately, the headmaster's glare only manages to make him want to puke on his shoes. Which is still fairly impressive, he supposes.

'The point is that you have completely disregarded another student's privacy and integrity in favor of your own…enjoyment' His words are disgusted and enraged and Xavier hates every second of it because it's not like that at all.

Well, maybe a little, but still.

'And don't think I don't know what you can do with your powers, boy, if I come to know you're using your gifts to create some kind of..of amateur pornography-'

'Jesus fucking Christ'

He's never agreed with his father more.

'Look' He feels obliged to speak before the situation gets even, somehow, worse. 'I know I screwed up. Bad. But I swear I hadn't meant for anyone to see it, and I didn't do anything with it. The canvases got mixed up and I made a mess. Please, I know this looks awful, but I swear I'm not dangerous or scheming or anything. I'm just…I'm just-'

A fucking moron with a crush

He sighs, defeated.

The gods take pity on him, and so must do his principal who decides, for some unfathomable reason, to believe him. 'All of your privileges will be revoked until further notice, no more passes into town on the weekends and you will not be going to the carnival during the Harvest festival.' a deep breath, then ' You're going to help the janitors to restock the art supplies every week for the following five weeks. You'll be allowed to keep that shed you use in the woods, but a staff member will come unannounced once a month to keep an eye on what you have in there'

Ouch. It could have been a lot worse, sure, but still harsh.

'And so help me God, Thorpe, if something like this happens again-'

'It won't' He and his father answered at the same time.

The ancient vampire fixes both of them with a long stare. Shaking his head, he quietly adds one last jab.

'And let's hope the poor girl never finds out about this'

At last, something all three of them can agree with.

It all started on a shitty Monday morning, as most shitty things do.

Xavier lay half-splayed out in his seat, stretching in the sunlight filtering through the classroom's window like a stray cat, sleepy and dissatisfied in the pale morning light.

The lessons he had scheduled on the first day of the week were always awfully boring, but he didn't mind. In fact, he endured them with heroic courage, for no other reason than that the last one of them was art class with Mr. Crellin.

The man was a genius when it came to his craft. Even though he didn't dabble in the practical aspect of the arts, he collected rare renditions of barely known artists from all across the world and he knew every single thing about them.

His ability to analyze the most mundane detail in a painting and tell the whole history behind it, to take apart and examine the structure of the picture without depriving it of its poetry had been what had motivated Xavier to actually start studying art instead of just making it.

Drawing and painting had always been his coping mechanisms, a creative outlet to keep him from going mad. Madder, that is.

But he'd never been particularly proud of it or thought it very useful.

Mr. Crellin had changed that.

So imagine his enthusiasm when, a few minutes before dismissing class, the teacher made the announcement.

'Very well, guys. For your next assignment, I'd like each of you to find a famous painting of your choosing and try to re-draw it in your own personal perspective. Doesn't matter if you take a detail of it and transfer it in a different context or if you decide to redo the whole thing. As long as it tells me something about you'

While his classmates huffed and groaned, Xavier tried to keep his smile subtle, the gears in his head already moving.

'And remember ladies and gentlemen, it must be done by this weekend'

'Didn't think the day would come where I'd see you read a book without pictures'

Wednesday's words came so close to his ears that he actively had to suppress a shiver 'Oh, wait. There are pictures'

He glared at her where she stood, peeking behind his shoulder.

'This is an art history book, Addams. And they're not pictures, they're illustrations'

They were the only ones at their usual table in the quad during lunch break. The sirens had to move up choir rehearsal and Enid and Ajax were probably busy sucking face somewhere.

'Whatever helps you sleep at night' She eyed curiously his eyebags as she sat in front of him, a hint of a smile in the corners of her berry-stained lips. 'Although it's clearly not helping much.'

'Very funny' he shot back at her. He tried focusing back on his textbook, but his gaze shot up again when he noticed the odd way she had styled her custom uniform that day.

Her tie was missing entirely and the first two buttons of her shirt were undone. It wasn't promiscuous, per se, but it was still a noticeable difference from her usually pristine appearance. A pale collarbone peeked through the unfastened hem, looking as dainty and as fragile as a bird's. There, barely visible, bloomed an angry pink rash, three darker streaks in the middle as if she'd just been scratching at it.

When he realized he hadn't looked at her face for far more time than was polite, which is any amount of time, he dared to lift his gaze only to find her staring right back at him, one eyebrow raised impossibly high.

Xavier cleared his throat, fairly surprised but somehow alarmed by the lack of threats and knives. 'What happened there?' He asked, vaguely pointing at her cleavage.

Wednesday sighed in a rare display of emotion, letting her annoyance show through. 'Enid accidentally sprayed some of her nasty cheap perfume over me. Contact with clothes was only irritating it more and right now I can't afford to steal any more bandages from the infirmary without raising suspitions'

He snorted, shaking his head with an amused grin.

'Who's the elitist snob now?'

'Do shut up, Thorpe'

'As you wish, of course'

Putting her elbows on the table, Wednesday leaned in towards him to take a better look at the page he'd been studying before her arrival.

'What are you working on, anyway, so absorbed in your book with pictures'

'Illustrations'

'Whatever'

He sighed, secretly enjoying their banter. He had a feeling Wednesday did too.

'I have to work on this project for Mr.Crellin. So I'm just trying to find a painting that, you know' he trailed off, feeling clumsy in his own choice of words 'speaks to me'

Wednesday just looked back at him, seeming as unimpressed as she usually did. Then, as swiftly as she had arrived, she gathered her things to leave.

'Best of luck on your research, then'

A heavy sigh left his body as he stepped away from the canvas, cleaning his hands on his stained hoodie before rubbing them on his eyes, tired and heavy with sleep.

He dared to glance at what he'd been working on for the past four hours. The picture he'd managed to bring together was a rendition of The Starry Night, but instead of a peaceful city in the south of France, he'd painted the iconic sky on top of the streets of New York.

He imagined it wasn't fair to compare his father's penthouse to the Saint-Paul-de-Mausole asylum, but whatever. He supposed Van Gogh wouldn't have been too offended, fellow tortured artist and all. Besides, Xavier felt like he'd gone just as mad, left alone in that big space year after year.

The proportions were perfect, the moonlight on the skyscrapers was flawless, and he'd recreated the masterpiece's original sky in excruciating detail. It was original and yet respectful, it was objectively beautiful.

It was soulless.

Xavier banged his head hard on his worktable. Everything about his picture felt so…impersonal. He'd been so excited for this project, it was a chance to really show what he felt, to create something meaningful and personal and heartwrenching.

something that was real.

Everything had been a mess since the Hyde. Xavier felt as if he'd lost all passion for drawing. He still loved it, of course, and still needed it, but he couldn't go back to the easy way it was before. He didn't need to plan his paintings before, he used to put the pencil on paper without knowing what would come out of it. It'd been second nature, like he'd been born with a pencil in his right hand. But then the whole shitshow that was the previous semester happened and all he could manage to draw was the Hyde. And now he had to plan things out, as if he'd completely lost his instinct.

All he drew when he really let his mind wander was Wednesday.

He knew it was creepy. And unhealthy. He shouldn't just replace one obsession with another. but he just couldn't stop. during the past few months, he'd collected an alarmingly big collection of studies of her, his two most recent sketchbooks were filled exclusively with it. Just pages and pages of the curve of her hands, the bend of her fingers against the bow of her cello, the arch of her neck, the twist and knots in her spine, the bruises on her knees, the pout on her lips, her fathomless eyes.

His hands itched as his mind brought forth the image of her exposed throat from earlier that day, the pale flash stretched over her sharp collarbones, the angry rash barely visible under the open collar of her shirt.

He wasn't sure what he'd wanted more, to touch it or to draw it.

Fuck it.

In a move filled with frustration and confusion, Xavier put his New York starry night on the ground next to the door and took out a fresh canvas.

He looked at the cheap watch on his wrist that he wore specifically while painting, a bright green 1 a.m. glared back at him.

He put the blank canvas on the easel, dipped his brush in the deepest black he had, and just let his mind wander free.

Obviously he'd fallen asleep barely an hour before the start of classes, obviously he'd rushed and barely made it in time for Mr. Crellin's lesson, and obviously he'd taken the wrong canvas.

Good God, what a mess.

Xavier's currently contemplating what excuse he can pull out of his ass to explain to Ajax and their friends why he can no longer go with them to try the new sushi restaurant this weekend, or any other weekend, or any other day in the foreseeable future.

He shakes his head with a humorless laugh. Hell, at least his father showed up.

He's at least got a chance to a fair grade. He makes his way to his shed to retrieve the painting he had actually intended to bring to class, the one with the starry night overlooking New York City.

Mr.Crellin has graciously agreed to leave this whole thing behind them and take a look at his real project. He supposes he should be grateful.

He isn't. Mr. Crellin is a fucking snitch.

Xavier moves on autopilot through woods he knows like the back of his hand. He steps into the clearing, takes the key to the shed out of his pocket, and swings the door open all while completely lost in thought.

'I guessed you were bound to come by, sooner or later'

He comes back to reality abruptly.

His eyes go round and impossibly big as he takes in the image of Wednesday, her back to the door and voice light and distracted as she studies intently the portrait in front of her.

The portrait of her.

Xavier can feel the sweat turn ice cold on his body, the hair raising on the back of his neck as his heart starts beating so fast it feels as if it wants to crawl out of his chest, break the bones, cut through his ribcage, destroy itself and him with it.

He'd been drunk off of frustration and lust, the night he'd painted her. There wasn't space for poetry and poise, and it shows. He can only look on horrified as the real Wednesday Addams stares at the Wednesday Addams he made, eyes half close and lids heavy with promise, the sharp bones in her face, cheeks sunken in and tiny chin jutted out towards the sky, her hair unbound behind dainty shoulders, her delicate bare breasts, the deep arch in her spine as she poses as Munch's Madonna.

He wanders, wildly, how she came to find this out. If she had a vision or heard someone in the staff talk. He wonders how she managed to steal it from the headmaster's office and bring it here, if she's more offended by the nudity or the utter surrender in the stance he dared to imagine her in.

Most of all, he wonders what kind of painful, horrifying death she's planning to inflict on him.

But his nightmarish girl manages to surprise him once again.

With a chilling calm in her voice, she lifts a single graceful finger towards the canvas to point at the space right next to a small, pink nipple.

'I have a freckle right here, actually'.

#wednesday x xavier #xavier thorpe #addams family #wavier #wenthorpe #wenvier #wednesday #enid sinclair #ajax petropolus #wednesday 2022

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oceanblueeyesoul · 2 years ago

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Hi, I hope you're ok.

I wanted to ask if you could do a Marauders, Wednesday and Disney matchup, please.

I'm half Mexican half Argentine. She/her, 5'4, aquarius, long brunet hair, honey eyes, pale skin, not so chubby body. I have myopia, aka, I see nothing without my glasses. I love books and painting with watercolors.

Indie pop and romance, yes please! Dark and chaos academia are my favorite things.

Imaginary scenarios all day, simping for fictional characters, reading fanfiction. Give. It. To. Me.

Sweet cute nerds and soft cute himbos are my soft spot.

I get super excited talking about things I like, I'm the smart girl of my class, and I love learning random things, especially fun facts.

I'm not really open with people i just met, but once I got to met you, I can't stop talking. Kinda insecure if my friends aren't bother by this. Plus i seem to have a tendency of having supper chill and calmed friends, when I want friends that I can be silly, do stupid things and don't stop laughing but I really love my friends.

I give my love to friends really easy and out of nowhere, something I already got hurt with, so now I'm more careful.

Hope this isn't way to much text. And thank for reading it, and doing it if you do :].

Hi there, sweetie! I really hope you like this a lot!

Harry Potter (Marauders Era) Matchup

Your Harry Potter (Marauders Era) soulmate is...

REMUS LUPIN!

The two of you would definitely be reading books together in a quiet and intimate places because the two of you loves to hear each other reading a book.

He would definitely be always reminding you to take a spare glasses for you anywhere he goes if you lost your original glasses for one day.

The two of you would definitely be talking about fun facts together and just enjoying about to learning new things together as a team.

Pisces x Aquarius lovebirds!

Wednesday (Netflix) Matchup

Your Wednesday (Netflix) soulmate is...

XAVIER THORPE!

The two of you would definitely be doing painting with watercolours together because it is so much more fun painting with watercolours together than separately.

He would definitely be listening to hear talking you about your favourite things in the whole world because he wants to make you smile at him.

He would definitely be looking into your honey eyes for a eternity because he thinks that your eyes are gorgeous to look at from his point of view.

Aquarius x Aquarius soulmates!

Disney Matchup

Your Disney soulmate is...

CARLOS DE VIL!

The two of you would definitely be geeking over fun facts together and loves to learn new things together as a team and a fun thing to do together.

The two of you would definitely be reading books together in a quiet and intimate places because the two of you want to hear each other's voices when the two of you are reading a book together.

He would definitely be carrying your spare glasses anywhere he goes just in case if you misplace your original glasses somewhere.

Scorpio x Aquarius sweethearts!

#oceanblueeyesoul #matchups #harry potter #harry potter matchups #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday netflix matchups #xaiver thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #disney #disney matchups #carlos de vil #carlos de vil x reader

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fr33ze-y0ur-br4in · 2 years ago

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.:*・°☆. Busy Times Mean Busy Mistakes.:*・°☆.

My link list here

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Fem! Reader (I DO NOT WRITE FOR XAVIER ANYMORE. DO NOT SEND ASKS FOR HIM!)

Summary: People tend to expect perfection from Principal Weems. Perfection tends to be what Weems provides. However, some mistakes tend to slip through the cracks of her frantic, stressed-out state of mind after the arrival of the Addams girl.

Warnings: fem! Reader, reader is an outcast but nothing specific about powers is mentioned, 2nd person POV (“you” used when referring to reader), slight spoilers for early episodes including Rowan, mentions bullying in the first paragraph during the mini-backstory, not much interaction with Xavier but I thought it was cute </3 (lmk if there’s anything else I should add)

Word count: 863

Genre: uhh really isn’t one tbh, fluff ig? Nothing super fluffy but it sets room for someone to request part two scenarios so eh

Beta/proofread mostly but I’ve added stuff since then so tell me if there’s mistakes pleaseee

Notes: MY FIRST FIC ON HERE AKSBJSJS- the prompt/idea I was given was provided by the dearest @1-800-olympians thank you for the inspo to start writing <3

A freak. That’s how many people at your old school would describe you in one word. The word kept bouncing around in your brain, haunting you in your nightmares of past experiences with bullies. When an incident with your main bully went a little too far and you clapped back a little too hard, your parents had finally decided it was time for a change. However, standing awkwardly in front of Weems’ desk, her switching back and forth between piles of paper and sighing exasperatedly every now and then, is not how you expected to see your new principal when first walking into the office.

“Uh… Principal Weems?” you say, getting her attention.

She tenses lightly, jumping at the sudden sound of your voice. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I hadn’t noticed you were there,” she chuckles lightly as she looks up at you. “Er- Y/n L/n, is it?” You nod in confirmation. “Second mid-year acceptance. Impressive records in terms of grades but questionable record,” she reads off a small description of you from the paper on top of a certain stack. “Right then, give me one moment.” She begins shuffling through the papers looking for your schedule and room assignment.

Checking over the paper, she notices she has yet to assign you a room. Muttering an apology under her breath about her messiness being unusual, she looks at the list of rooms empty. or partially empty, and assigns you the first one she sees, not bothering to check which hall it’s in nor the other occupant.

“There you are,” she says as she hands you the paper. “Enid will meet you in the front hall any moment now to show you around the school and you’ll start classes tomorrow morning. That ought to give you enough time to unpack and settle in,” explains the tired-looking principal. You thank her and make your way to find the werewolf showing you around.

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“And lastly, the courtyard! This is where basically everything happens,” the cheerful girl explains to you. “Not to mention the best place to find gossip for my blog,” she leans in and whispers to you as if telling top-secret information.

“Got it,” you laugh lightly, nodding at the girl. “So that tour showed me most of the classrooms and dorm halls, but can you tell me where this hall is?” you ask her, pointing to the hall on your schedule. The wolf furrows her eyebrows in confusion. “What…? What’s wrong?” you ask her.

“Nothing, it’s just…” she grabs the paper and moves the text closer to her face, muttering, “why did she assign you to that hall?”

“What’s wrong with that hall?” you copy her tone.

“Well technically nothing is actually wrong with the hall, it’s just weird she put you in it,” Enid explains, shrugging and handing you back the paper. Despite the weird reaction, she still points you in the direction of your dorm as the bell for the rest of the students to go to class rings. “See you in classes tomorrow!” she waves to you, running off to catch up with a black-haired girl and a guy in a beanie. After waving back, you make your way to your room.

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Unpacking your things took longer than you thought, the end of the rest of the students’ school day happening right as you finish assorting all your belongings. As you wait for your roommate—whom you had yet to get the name of—to get back to the room, you decide to just lay in bed and scroll on your phone.

The door opens a little while after you become absorbed in whatever silliness is on your screen making you fail to notice the boy in the doorway frozen, staring at you, confused.

He clears his throat, making you jump a little. The two of you just stare at each other, him standing at the door and you sitting on your bed.

You take the moment to observe him as he likely does the same. He’s tall. First and most obvious thing about him. Soon after, you see the shoulder-length brown hair. His eyes capture your attention next.

Woah, you think. He’s cute… hold on-

“Who are you?” you ask after a minute.

“I think I should be the one asking that.” After another moment of silence, he answers, “Xavier. Xavier Thorpe. And you?”

“Y/n L/n,” you respond. “Gonna go out on a limb and say Weems has me in the wrong hall,” you state, pulling a light chuckle from Xavier. He closes the door as he steps inside the room finally.

“Guess so. With all that’s happening, I can’t blame her. A lot of crazy stuff is happening right now.”

You hadn’t heard any of what had been going on. With how busy Principal Weems was when you had spoken earlier, you decided it’d be best to bring this problem up to her another time. “Mind filling me in? I’m sure we have plenty of time,” you say as Xavier sets his things down.

“I don’t see why not,” he shrugs, beginning the kooky stories that had occurred as of late.

Maybe the wrong hall assignment could be fun…

FIRST FIC DONE AHHHHH

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