Defending. (x.t)

Man to Make Me Sweat

Pairing: Rooster x Reader (Call Sign: Moxie)

Warnings: Language, Smut, so much smut, porn with plot. Age Gap, Choking, Spanking, Orgasm Denial, Over stimulation, Authority Kink.

Shout out to @thedroneranger for beta reading and listening to my word vomit! This fic was inspired by the Leslie Powell song "Man to Make Me Sweat"

"Guys thank you so much for helping me plan this!" You sqeual at the people infront of you. Rooster's 35th birthday was coming up and you had planned a surprise party with the help of the Dagger Squad, Maverick and Penny, who had agreed to shut the Hard Deck down for the party.

"You know Rooster hates his birthday." Phoenix piped up. "Yes I know, but I'm hoping my little surprise for him will change that." You smirked.

While you were a fellow Navy pilot, you hadn't crossed paths much with the Daggers until you had met Phoenix at a Pole dancing class.

You two instantly hit it off, and she had invited you out to get drinks with them the next night, that's when you met Rooster, and the rest was history. While it was no secret that you and Phoenix took the class together, Rooster had never seen you dance for him, and tomorrow that was about to change.

Phoenix had helped you choreograph a lap dance to one of your favorite songs and you were going to surprise Rooster with it.

Sure it might be a little embarrassing for your coworkers to see your moves, but you wanted your boyfriend to feel extra special for his birthday. You joked that he was going to officially be an old man, to which he defend that there was only a five year age gap between the two of you.

"Well Moxie, if Rooster doesn't appreciate, I know I will" Hangman smirked at you, causing Phoenix to promptly smack him on the back of his head.

"Ow Nix, what the hell?" He grimaced.

"Comments like that are why you don't have a girlfriend and why I have to convince Rooster not to murder you almost everyday." Phoenix responded.

"Okay children enough fighting. Boys I need you guys to go get Rooster and bring him here in one hour. Phoenix and Bob and I are going to finish setting up. Payback since you are the most... responsible of the group, please text me when you are five minutes out." You state before everyone leaves.

An hour later you were hiding behind the stage curtain you had set up. Rooster had been pouting saying how it wasn't fair that his girl wasn't there for his party because you had to work late... boy was he in for a surprise.

Hangman and Coyote had managed to convince him to sit in the strategicly placed chair you had set out.

"And now ladies and gents, Rooster's of all ages, please put your hands together for a very special performance by our very own Moxie!" Phoenix said into the microphone to the group before the music started. You had chosen one of your favorite songs "Man to Make Me Sweat" to do your routine too.

You stepped out onto the stage wearing one of Rooster's Hawiian shirts, a pair of aviator sunglasses, a white crop top and some cut off shorts.

His eyes went wide at the sight of you while the rest of the room of testosterone filled pilots howled and wolf whistled. You noticed Bob over in to corner looking like we was ready to throw Holy Water on everyone.

The first verse started and you began your dance, swaying your body to the beat, flipping your hair and keeping eye contact with Rooster.

You trailed your hands up his thighs and jerked him forward by his dog tags.

When the first chorus began you roughly dropped onto his lap and ground your hips against him. You flipped your hair and pressed your breasts in his face.

You watched him lick his lips as you dropped to the floor for the second verse. Slowly you crawled up his body and guided his hands to touch you.

By the time the second chorus came around you were shamelessly grinding on his now very hard cock as he fondled you.

When the song ended you were both panting while everyone cheered.

Rooster pulled you close and whispered in your ear.

"I'm taking you home right now to show you just how much I can make you sweat Moxie.

Forty minutes later, Rooster was emerging from your thighs after giving you your third orgasm of the night

You can't help but smile. You love it when Rooster gets like this, needy, possessive, primal.

When you first got together everyone gave you shit for dating someone who was almost six years older than you. Several of your civilian friends teased you for having daddy issues or if servicing the elderly was part of your job in the Navy. You just rolled your eyes at their comments, many of them dated men their age or younger, they didn't know what they were missing out on.

No one had ever fucked you like Rooster did, and as your relationship progressed, you didn't hesitate to let your friends know that your "old man" kept you very satisfied while their "younger models" couldn't keep up.

You were finally coming down from you high, but you still weren't satisfied. You wanted to see how far you could push him. Rooster crawled up your body leaving sloppy wet kisses in his wake. His mustache scraped your sensitive skin causing you to tremble.

You felt the fat head of his cock pressing into your slick entrance, and with one fluid motion Rooster was buried in you to the hilt.

"Always so fucking tight for me Moxie. It's like you cunt was made for me." He groaned out before setting a steady rhythm. His fingers flexed against your hips as he drove into you. You could feel his blunt nails digging into your skin.

It always felt so good when he took you, but you wanted his birthday sex to be extra special. You knew he was desperate for you, to mark you, to claim you. Especially after your little show at the Hard Deck, so, you pushed.

"It's that all you've got Old Man?" You moaned out.

His hips stopped suddenly.

"Old Man?" He grunts out while he is still inside you.

You smirk back up at him as he pulls all the way out and slams back into you causing you to arch up.

"You say Old Man like its a bad thing... you think someone younger could fuck you like I do sweetheart? I doubt they could make you cum three times before they even got inside you" He tells you as he picks up the pace. A groan leaves your lips has he drags his cock over your g-spot, the head of it hitting it with each hard stroke.

"I don't know babe, Hangman talks a big game." You shoot back at him.

A low rumble leaves his chest as he pulls out and swiftly flips you over. He pushes your face down into the mattress and has your ass up the in air on display for him.

His large hand makes contact with it causing you to yelp from pleasure and pain.

Rooster fists your hair and and jerks your head up before whispering in your ear. "Moxie baby, I'm only going to tell you this once. Don't ever say his name while I've got you naked ever again. You want to see what this old man's got... I'll show you exactly what this 'old man' is made of, I'll have you so fucked out and cock drunk you won't be able to walk straight for a week darlin"

You knew you had him right where you wanted him, but you were feeling extra bratty so without thinking of the consequences you uttered "Well, what are you waiting for old man, prove it."

That set Rooster a blaze. He roughly palmed your ass before smacking it again. Without warning he plunged himself into you. His hips pistoned against yours quickly driving you to another peak.

"Oh fuck yes Rooster, just like that" you cried out as your hands fisted the sheets. You desperately tried to meet his thrusts but he held you firmly in place.

"Guess I should have known you were a brat with a call sign like Moxie." He grunted out. His fingers dug deeper into your sides as you clamped down on him. You were so close, your body hummed, and just as you were about to fall, he abruptly pulled out.

"Bradley no..." You whined as your chest heaved.

"You didn't really think I was going to let you get away with calling me an old man with out punishment did you sweetheart?" He purred in your ear as he rubbed himself between your folds.

"I'm sorry Rooster, I was just teasing you sir." You groaned, hoping it would cause him to give in, you knew he had an authority kink.

"Have you learned your lesson Moxie?" He asked.

"Yes Sir I promise I have." You stated shaking your head.

This seemed to please him because he pushed back into you. Starting slow and working back up.

You whined and squirmed beneath him. You were even more wound up than before. Each thrust of his hips sent a delicious pleasure through you.

You could feel the tightening in your belly and your toes curling. Rooster's breath was ragged as he pushed both of you to the finish. One of his hands left your hips and made its way to your hair, grabbing it and snapping your head up. You were at his mercy and you were totally okay with that.

"Yes Bradley, right there I'm so close." You moaned out. You could feel your finish, you were so close you could taste it and then... he stopped again.

"Fuck... please...Rooster... please." You groaned.

"If you want to cum baby girl, you're going to have to be more convincing. I don't think you've learned your lesson." He mocked you.

"I promise I have, I'm sorry, I'll be a good girl Bradley, please, please, please let me cum" you babbled. You feel the hot prick of tears in your eyes. He was still deep inside you. You flexed around him causing him to hiss.

That earn you another spank. "Such a fucking needy brat." He said dropping his hand from your hair and curling it around your throat. He pulled you flush against him.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" He whispered in your ear before sinking his teeth into your lobe.

"Only for you sir. I promise I'll be your good girl. Please let me cum." You pleaded with him as tears began to slide down your face.

That seemed to make him have mercy on you. Rooster once again began thrusting into you. This time he didn't hold back, this thrust were hard and demanding. The head of his cock kissed your cervix with each one.

His hand dropped from your throat and went to your clit were he drew tight circles on it. You were so, so close after being wound up and let down twice.

"Rooster please, I'm so close... please... don't stop" you begged.

"I can feel how close you are... I know how bad you need to cum. Just say the magic word darling and I will give you what you want." He cooed to you.

Your bratty side had gone to his head and now he was on a power trip. You knew what he wanted, and he knew you were desperate but you still refused to give it.

"Please sir, let me be your good girl and cum for you. Let me cum all over your cock." You moaned.

"While that sounds amazing honey, those aren't the words I'm looking for." He shot back.

"Rooster—please!" You shouted as he gave a particularly hard thrust.

He laughed.

"Say it. Come on princess I know you're dying to cum. You're the one who keeps torturing yourself. Quit. Being. So. Fucking. Stubborn. And. Say. It." He punctuated each word with a hard snap of his hips.

You let out a pathetic whimper as the small trickle of tears turned into a stream.

"DADDY PLEASE!" You screamed throwing your head back. You couldn't take it anymore.

"That's right. That's my girl." He praised you.

Rooster picked up his efforts, pounding into you erratically while his finger worked your clit.

"Oh fuck Daddy I'm so close please don't stop." You begged him, you knew if he did stop you wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Daddy isn't going to stop until you cum all over him Princess. Come in baby I know how bad you need to. Be a good girl and cum for Daddy." He moaned in your ear.

Your chest was heaving and your heart was racing, you felt overwhelmed everything was too much and not enough at the same time. Your body was wound tight. A rubber band waiting to snap. Rooster continued his assault, pushing you further and futher toward your pleasure. His hand on your hip came across your chest and pulled you impossibly closer to him.

His lips found your ear as he panted out "Cum for me." It wasn't a statement, it was a demand, and it was all you needed to finish.

Your body shook as pleasure coursed through you, covering his cock, your thighs, his thighs, and the sheets.

"YesyesyesohyesDaddy" you babbled out as your body trembled against him.

Rooster followed closely behind you, filling you to the brim and spilling out, his release mixing with your own.

You both collapsed against the bed, thoroughly spent. It took you both several minutes to regain your composure.

You turned over in his arms to face him.

"How was that for an Old Man?" He joked. "S'good" you slurred, your body still coming down from the high.

"Happy Birthday." You murmured snuggling close to him.

"Thank you baby. How about we get a nice hot bath and get cleaned up and then change the sheets before bed? We made a mess." He said before pressing a kiss to your hair line.

"Sounds good Roo." You mumbled into his chest as he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom.

He drew a hot bath and gently set you in before climbing in behind you. You relaxed against his chest.

"Roos, you may be an old man, but I'm glad your mine." You sighed against him.

"I'm glad I'm your old man to baby." He grinned before relaxing further into the hot water.

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NO LONGER HIS| T.WOLFF

Pairing; Toto Wolff x Ex!wife!reader

Summary; Toto now has to face the consequences of his actions that tore your family apart.

Warnings; angst, heartbreak

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You loved him more than anything, supported him through everything and sacrificed way more than you should have.

You had given him your all but it hadn’t been enough.

Your family hadn’t been enough for him.

He had made you feel like a queen the entire time you were married; you couldn’t deny that there were hardships when he was travelling the world and you were left to deal with your own heavily demanding job whilst also raising your son, but even through that you had never expected the heartbreak he had caused you.

You had never in your life thought that Toto could break you the way he did but it was really just a lesson learnt that you don’t really know someone as well as you think you do.

That night when he came home you could immediately tell that something was wrong, that something had happened and so you had put Jack to bed early before going back downstairs to ask him what the problem was.

You would never forget the words he muttered that night, they still replayed in your head over and over again, tormenting you sleep and acting like a rain cloud hovering over your head as you tried to go about your day.

"I slept with Lara."

Your heart had dropped as he spoke those words, it was as though the entire world had came crashing down onto your body.

You knew Lara.

Lara, his assistant that had looked you straight in the eye each time they spoke and treated you with nothing but kindness.

She had been very kind. Kind enough to fuck your husband.

You didn’t speak, simply stared at him as you processed the situation. Strangely, you didn’t feel anger, you felt many things; sadness, disappointment, loads and loads of betrayal but no anger because you were never one to get angry. Seemingly even when the man in front of you had torn your family apart.

The remorse was clear as day on his face but it made you feel nothing, you had no forgiveness for him.

That night, Toto had crawled into your cold bed, his chest heavy when you didn’t subconsciously turn over and cuddle into him, instead you remained facing away for him, body rigid and uncomfortable.

The next morning, Toto had woken to an empty bed and an empty house. You had risen at some point during the night and quietly packed your bags and left, taking Jack with you.

On his nightstand, you had left him a note.

The divorce papers are on the dining table, I don’t want anything so all you need to do is sign. I’ll be in touch about co-parenting schedules.

I hope she was worth breaking our family apart

It had taken four lines for him to realise the severity of what he had done.

It has taken four words for you.

Travelling around the world with your ex husband wasn’t ideal but since your job was flexible, only needing to make the occasional trip back to England to go into the office, it made sense to do it.

It was painful in the beginning, more than painful but it allowed Toto to remain with Jack and you weren’t the type of person to stop your son seeing his father just because of the pain he caused you.

Toto may have committed the ultimate sense of betrayal but that didn’t change the fact that he was the best father in the world to your son.

So here you were, a year later walking into the Mercedes garage, now the ex wife of Toto Wolff; no longer did the team call you Mrs Boss or Mrs Mercedes out of respect to you, it really wasn’t hard for them to understand what had happened since shortly after Toto fired his assistant the news of your divorce became public.

Sometimes members of the team still couldn’t look at him without wanting to punch him in the face or question what the fuck was wrong with his brain to cause him to lose the kindest woman in the world.

It had been shocking to them when they heard the news of the two of you parting ways, after seeing you interact as a couple over the years, they witnessed nothing but unconditional love and happiness but it just shows that you never really know what’s happening behind closed doors.

You were greeted by a series of smiles and hellos, the team loved you to pieces as you always treated them with the utmost respect and politeness, even offering to help with what you had the skill set for.

You glanced around the garage, easily setting your eyes on Toto’s 6ft 5 frame, immediately walking in his direction, Jack resting on your hip with his head on your shoulder.

It still hurt to see him after all of the time spent apart and getting over him, you were aware that you would always love him but even still the heartbreak would possibly never leave and you knew it was time for you to move on from what you thought was a great love, it was time for you to start over and put yourself first.

Bono noticed you walking over and quickly excused himself from his boss to give you privacy.

Toto turned and saw you walking over to him, still as beautiful as ever, even more so with your handsome little boy by your side, his bag on your shoulder.

"Hey," he greeted, reaching his arms out for Jack who leaned forward into him.

Everytime Toto looked at you he was slapped in the face with guilt, knowing he deserved to feel more than that for the pain he caused you.

"Hi, are you positive you’re able to have him here? I know how busy you can get around here." You asked for the hundredth time in the past couple of days.

"Don’t worry, everyone loves him here and I’m not too busy today so we’ll be fine. What are you doing anyways?" You barely asked him to have Jack during her scheduled hours, you always had him when you were meant to have him, unlike Toto who was always rearranging times.

"I’m going on a date and didn’t want to leave him with just anyone, I was going to cancel if you couldn’t so I’m glad you can, I really appreciate it." You smiled, a tad excited for the date, not noticing the way Toto had stiffened because of your words.

I’m going on a date.

I’m going on a date.

I’m going on a date.

"I should really get going, the last thing I want is to be late. I’ll pick him back up straight after, thanks again." He zoned back as he heard your goodbye but was still riddled with shock to say anything and by the time he had registered everything you had already started walking away so all he could do was simply stare until you were out of sight.

He should’ve expected it really, he hadn’t, but he should have.

It had been a year now and no man would turn down the opportunity to be in the company of a woman so rare.

"Who’s shit in your coffee?" Toto jumped, his grip momentarily tightened on Jack as he turned around, coming face to face with Lewis.

"What?" Toto mumbled, way too distracted to listen to his driver’s question.

Lewis tilted his head at his boss. "What’s wrong with you? Was that Y/N I seen earlier?"

Toto nodded.

"Right…" Lewis eyed him weirdly. "Well I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone pull a face like yours after a conversation with her."

"She’s going on a date," there was a bite to his words that wasn’t heard very often but the idea of you with another man made him sick.

"Wow! Good for her!" Toto glared at him. "What? You aren’t jealous, are you?" Lewis laughed.

"I’m not jealous." Toto muttered like a petulant child.

Lewis shook his head in disbelief. "You have no right to be jealous, Toto. Look, you’re a good man and a great friend but what you did to her was unforgivable. She carried your child for nine months, then had to adjust to be a parent by herself in those first five months because you’re always working and you payed her back by sleeping with your assistant. You lost one hell of a woman, she’s one of a kind, you really cannot be surprised that she’s been asked out on a date, any man would want a woman like her."

Lewis was right, Toto knew he was. You were a one of a kind woman and he had no right to be jealous or annoyed by the fact that you were moving on. Especially when it was his fault that you were now divorced.

It was his fault you were seeing another person, he should be happy that you were no longer consumed by the hurt of his actions but all he could think about was the fact that he had officially lost you now and there was most definitely no way back.

You were no longer his to love because loving him had brought you a pain like no other.

The Wrong Merch

2022 pre-season testing in Bahrain, your daughter sporting the wrong team merch.

Just a little blurb to acompany the Pierre Gasly x reader Instagram AU I strated. Let me know what you think

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Please Xavier simping hardcore over Nevermore’s Princess. She’s the epitome of perfection in everyone’s eyes no one can find it in them to hate her, not even Wednesday. Just like Xavier behind a total love sick puppy while she’s just oblivious to his love until he gets completely frustrated after assuming Kent (male siren) asked her on a date (he a little slow he really asking her to tutor him) so Xay confesses his undying love for her

Xavier Thorpe x Reader: Nevermore's Princess.

Words: 2201

Warnings: maybe there's swearing?? i don't remember, there's a bit of angst but fluff at the end. miscommunication and xavier are friends, apparently, and i completely agree.

Reader pronouns: well, reader is labeled as princess several times and i guess it's fem coded, but who am i to say? there are no pronouns stated.

Summary: Xavier eavesdrops to you an Kent talking and he assumes what it's not.

Author's note: Thanks for requesting! This idea was really good and the details were so good to use during the process, I love this kinds of requests. Keep them coming! Xavier is always welcomed in my inbox. Hope you like it, this is probably one of my favorite ones yet and I might do a part 2 (the date) if someone requests it!! (so please, request it?)

Do not copy my work, I’ll eat you (Jennifer Check style). Requests are open, send your Xavier ones right away!!! I also write for Wednesday, Tyler, Bianca, Ajax, Young Gomez and Young Morticia. I put that cliche, beautiful song because I think it fits the vibes? The artwork has been done by myself, but the xavier icon is from @jetaimedit so go check out their work!

Edited?: No lol ( also have in mind that english is not my first language so there will probably be mistakes ).

Xavier had been head over heels for you since the moment he had first talked to you — and seriously, who could blame him? Practically everyone in Nevermore had fallen under your charms with the gift of your smile, your insatiable mind and your kind words. It hadn’t been hard for you to make your way into one of the most popular students in the school, earning the Nevermore’s Princess title. 

And the truth is, you got along with everyone. You hadn’t had a single crash with Bianca and the sirens, who had been the first ones to approach you given your strong personality and vivacious aura. Wednesday Addams, the new student, had been, if anything, the toughest nut to crack out of everyone; but when you gave her the space she needed and the enough amount of attention — which, it was fair to say, was little —, even she had been able to tolerate you. You were perfect, and although he had looked at you with his eyes narrowed the first time he saw you, now you were the object of his every thought, day and night, afternoon and dawn. 

Coach Vlad had paired you up together during Fencing when Rowan had failed to attend that day, given he had caught a cold and was at his dorm still feeling under the weather. You weren’t perfect in the sport, but you had been good enough to impress Xavier, good enough to make him take off his mask and look at you with a raised eyebrow. You had mimicked him, then, giving him a smile once the epee mask wasn’t covering your features anymore. And just like that, as you said something witty that Xavier would never forget, he was lovestruck by you.

You continued to train together during the next Fencing classes, growing comfortable enough with each other to make conversation while Coach Vlad wasn’t instructing your movements. That’s how he found out you were always ready to say something funny, or willing to say a praise due to his movements or — after you two had finished, masks off — a compliment about how pretty his hair looked. It was a fact, it was nice to be around you. That, Xavier tried to convince himself, was the reason why he had saved you a seat next to him in Botany class one day you arrived late, seeing how Wednesday had occupied your usual spot next to Yoko. You had thanked him in a rush once you arrived, teeth flashing in a gorgeous smile he spent drawing for the next whole week, and in the next class, you were the one saving his seat next to you. How you hadn’t found out about his more than evident crush, attentive Wednesday couldn’t tell. The first one said it was due to oblivion.

However, Xavier and you weren’t exactly friends — your friends were Yoko, Bianca, and surprisingly for someone as lonely as him, Rowan. Xavier had just grown to be a classmate with whom you stopped to talk in the hallways, or with whom you crossed paths during your visits to Jericho. He felt like flying when he was with you, but Xavier wasn’t your friend and wasn’t anything else, as he realized that god awful day.

After lunch break, Xavier had been meaning to go to his private art studio to let some of the tension go. He had had another nightmare, and the sight of the dangerous monster lurking outside Nevermore’s grounds had haunted him for the whole morning, although he had managed to keep it together. So he was on his way to the art studio, when he saw you, your back turned to him, and decided to approach you since you would have Fencing together in the next class and he would be fast enough to think of something that could spark up the conversation.

He was already polishing an excuse to perfection, close enough, when he caught a glance of who you were talking to. Lately, you had been around Kent, and Xavier had noticed. It wasn’t really a surprise seeing you with him, then, but when he noticed the shine in Kent’s eyes, Xavier stopped slightly and kept his distance from you two, enough to hear you talk. He wasn’t spying on you, Xavier reminded himself. He was just waiting for you to be alone so he could talk to you.

“... so I was wondering, because I would really like to.” Was what he heard Kent say, and Xavier’s brows furrowed together. Was he asking you out on a date? It didn’t look like it… did it?

Then you chuckled, that melodious and unorganized sound that always brought a smile to his face. This time, it didn’t. “Of course! You’ll see, Kent, we’ll have a great time.”

“Really?” Kent’s face lit up, almost as he was surprised. He had totally asked you out on a date, and you had said yes. “That's great, wow.”

“Let’s go to Jericho. I know just the perfect place.”

Kent smiled, and he started to walk away without looking away from you. “I’ll pick you up at five, then? Tomorrow?”

“Sure. It’s a date, then!” Xavier could almost hear the smile on your voice, which made him even more frustrated if possible.

What could he expect, though? He hadn’t given you any signs of him wanting to go out on a date with you. It wasn’t your fault, not at all; it was his. He should have shown you that sketch of you he had been making when you had asked to see what he was doing during Botany class last week. He should have asked more smugly for your phone number, and he should have texted you earlier when he had seen that sweater you had mentioned to him at one of Jericho’s shops, instead of letting you text him about it. Xavier should have made so many moves that Kent was making now, and there was nothing he could really do about it.

Shaking his head, Xavier walked away from the school so he could finally lock himself up in his art studio, without you noticing he had been there the whole time.

Xavier was acting differently — you noticed as soon as he had avoided your gaze when he got the foil sword in his hand. You had decided not to say anything, though, and instead put your mask on and waited for Coach Vlad’s signal to start. When you finally began practicing, you just couldn’t believe what was happening.

He wasn’t just going easy on you or letting you win, he was failing and losing constantly because he wasn’t even paying real attention to what he or you were doing. You weren’t that good to win like that, and although he looked like he tried at the beginning of every duel, he ended up slumping back and making the dumbest mistakes you had ever seen in his technique. It actually frustrated you, how little work and training you were getting down because of what he was doing, but there needed to be an explanation as to why he was being so… unlike himself. 

“Xavier, wait!” You said when the class finished, all of your classmates exited the room while Coach Vlad took his deserved break. Your mask, like everyone's, was already off, but you were still gripping your sword with your gloved hand.

Xavier forced himself to stop walking, turning to you, waiting for you to say something. You didn’t though, and waited until everyone except you two had left the room. You were, more or less, six feet away from each other — it was the furthest you had stood from each other since you had met. 

His hair, untied, was falling into his face in blonde tousled locks of hair. Xavier was tired, you can tell by the look of his face, but that wasn’t enough explanation. “What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?” He frowned. 

“You think I didn’t notice?” You asked, still finding a way to sound nice. For the longest second, Xavier feared you had found out he had been eavesdropping your conversation with Kent. “You’ve been off the whole lesson, what’s wrong?” Xavier almost took in a sharp breath — you hadn’t found out.

He was quick to shake his head. “It’s nothing.”

“Balls.” You said, raising your eyebrows up to the sky. You took a step closer to him, the point of your sword against the mats. Xavier didn’t move away. “You can tell me, Xav.”

“It’s nothing you should worry about, Y/N, believe me.” Xavier almost murmured, and he turned away to leave the classroom.

However, your hand kept him from leaving. When you saw him moving, you quickly walked towards him and grabbed the wrist of the hand that was holding his helmet, asking him in silence to stay just yet. It made him look down, at the sight of your gloved hand around the fencing jacket covering his upper body. Then Xavier looked up to you, in a confused silence that you did not understand. 

“I would like to know.” You said, softly enough to make every single hair on his body stand on edge. It made him feel so soft, but he remembered almost instantly what had made him feel so bad, and before he could realize, he was already telling you.

“I saw you with Kent today, after lunch, on the courtyard. He asked you out on a date. I was… I don’t know.”

Your face blanked for some seconds, sheer surprise washing all over your features in a different glow. His words actually made your brain stop, trying to figure out when it had happened what he was saying — Kent, courtyard, lunch, date… It took more than it probably should have, but suddenly you realized what he was talking about. 

“A date—? No.” Laughter spilled out of your mouth, like it was impossible for you to go out on a date with Kent. Xavier didn’t understand anything as you shook your head, amused. “He was asking me to tutor him. He’s having trouble with History and Botany, and I’m not that bad at those, so… It’s a study date.”

Xavier opened his mouth, closed it when he found no words were coming out, and then opened it again. “But you said you knew just the place.”

“Yes, the library.” You said gently, tilting your head to the side. “Don’t tell him that, though.”

“Oh.” Oh. He was an idiot — even more, he was probably the most idiot out of all the idiots in the world. It felt like a weight had been lifted from his lovesick heart, but then he realized, he had told you.

And now you were looking at him with those eyes of yours, your head still tilted to the side, your demeanor shifting slowly to some kind of shyness he had never seen before when your eyes looked down at the point of your sword against the matts. A blush crept on his cheeks as he realized what you were going to ask next — it was inevitable, he had put himself in this position. 

“So that’s why you were upset?” You said, your tone dropping a little bit but not quite whispering. Even though you felt his intense gaze on you, you didn’t look up. “Because you thought I was going on a date?”

His blush darkened on his cheeks and nose. Xavier immediately started saying something, but he stumbled over his words and shut his mouth tight as he tried to put some order in his mind while you looked at him, lips slightly pursed like the whole thing was about him thinking you weren’t worthy or something of going out on a date — which was completely wrong. 

“No, I–I just, uhm.” Xavier shook his head, as if to prove his point, and you waited awkwardly for something with more substance. He forced himself to sigh and then take in a deep breath, or else the fumbling wouldn’t be over in a thousand years. “I really really like you, and honestly I have no idea how you haven’t noticed yet because I can’t stop smiling when I’m with you and I think I’m talking too much now.”

“Oh.” You said, with a breathy laugh. Your fingers started fidgeting, almost making you drop your sword. The look he gave you was so desperate for something else out of you. “If you like me, then why didn’t you ask me out on a date?”

Xavier gestured at himself. “Because of this.” He said, then slightly laughing at himself. You laughed too, and looked up at him, like trying to encourage him to finally say the words. His hand came to the back of his neck. “So, ehm, would you like to go out on a date with me? Tomorrow, maybe?”

“Yeah!” A wonderful, happy shine came to your face as you almost stood on your heels. “Wait— No, tomorrow I have to go with Kent.”

“Right, how could I forget?” He said, making you laugh. “The day after that?”

You nodded. “I’m free.”

“Not anymore, then.” His smile was the widest you had seen so far on him.

˗ˏˋ SNOW ANGELS ˎˊ˗

summary: making snow angels with your love pairing: xavier thorpe x gn!reader ꒰ wednesday ꒱ warnings: none fluff | angst | songfic | blurb | headcanons | fic word count: 0.2k || masterlist || christmas blurb event

xavier was woken up by knocking at the door. ajax groaned and clamped his pillow over his head.

"go get the door, man," he moaned, burying his face under the blankets. xavier rolled his eyes and got up to see who was knocking at — he checked the clock — six in the morning.

"hi xavi!" his lover stood at the door, bundled in layers of warm coats. they held out a steaming cup of hot chocolate. "go put your coat on," they demanded, smiling. they peered over his shoulder and waved at ajax. "hi ajax." he groaned.

"why do i need my coat?" xavier asked. yn rolled their eyes.

"because, we're going to go outside and make snow angels, silly. didn't you get my text?" xavier remembered seeing a notification pop up on his phone about it snowing.

"right, yeah, sorry." he turned and gestured for them to wait outside. "im gonna get dressed," he smiled.

—————

xavier sipped at his hot chocolate as he watched his lover giggle with enid as the two made snow angels and tried to convince wednesday to join them.

he smiled. yn looked at him and scrambled to their feet. they pulled him up and dragged him, laughing, towards a patch of fresh snow. wednesday was telling enid something about how snow angels are meaningless fruits of a labor that would be washed away by another snowfall.

he rolled his eyes at his friends and joined his lover on the ground. they were already making a snow angel, moving their arms and legs back and forth.

"yn."

"yeah, xavi?" they glanced at him, a smile on their cold-reddened face.

"your snow angel is pretty."

"you're pretty," they replied.

first of, you writing is amazing. your posts are written on a really engaging way, i just never want them to end. don’t know if you’re into writing for marcus armstrong or oscar but maybe something with one of them? being one of the f1 driver’s sister and seeing one of them on the f2 paddock? or friends with other f2 driver?

thank you so much, that means alot to me and im very flattered <3 i personally havent written for either but i will write this one for oscar, im not completely sure about his personality and mannerisms but ill give it my best go!

oscar piastri x leclerc!reader MASTERLIST

synopsis; visiting charles for his race you accidentally stumble across the f2 paddock and meet the eyes of someone very interesting..

warnings; none

The hustle and bustle of the different mechanics, reporters and drivers in the paddock made you miss seeing Charles race. You clung onto your lanyard holding the paddock pass, trying to find your way to the F1 garage area.

As you walk around, clueless, you stumbled into a quieter area, still busy but not comparable to the chaos in the previous area. You saw that there were similar racing cars around, but not the same teams as F1.

"Prema, Trident, Hitech?" You whisper to yourself, confused.

As you let your eyes gaze around, trying to find someone familiar, you didn't realise a pair of big brown doe eyes, analysing you in adoration. As you stood there with your hair perfectly styled, nervously playing with your lanyard you saw a fan calling you over.

"Y/N, over here!" She called out, frantically waving and smiling as you approached her.

"Hiya, what's up?" You smiled, posing to take a quick picture.

"You look absolutely amazing, can I have an OOTD for tiktok?" She grinned, filming you and a certain person with his brown eyes staring at you from behind.

"My blazer is from ASOS, just a simple black one. My jeans are studded with rhinestones from ZARA, and my shoes are Prada." You explained calmly, pointing to each individual piece. {yes i know, slightly copied Isa's look from the Dutch GP ;)}

"Thank you so much, have a great time cheering Charles!" She hurried away, her eyes beaming.

"Wait, how do I get to the F-" You tried to ask, but she was out of earshot already.

"Bit lost there Leclerc?" An Australian voice speaks out from behind you, as you turn around to be met with the most gorgeous boy you've ever seen.

"Holy sh-. Uhm, sorry yeah I am." You nearly swore at the sight of him, but quickly regaining your consciousness.

"Oscar Piastri, can I ask how you've ended up in F2 and not F1, with your brother?" He introduces himself, his delicious accent making a grand appearance.

"He split off to talk to someone and I may have wondered off." You smiled at him, as he began walking and nodded his head for you to follow.

"As much as I'm sure you'd love to see me race, I can imagine your wanting to find Charles right?" He jokingly shows off his ego, as he wades through the bigger crowds to the Ferrari garage.

"Yep. I wouldn't mind seeing your skills though, I'm sure they're very impressive." You wink at him, breaking out into laughter afterwards.

"How about I show you my gentlemen skills by asking you out on a date for Saturday?" He turns to you, as you lean against a wall next to the Ferrari garage.

"Of course, I'm looking forward to it." You replied, as he came closer to you.

"Ay Piastri! What're you doing with my baby sister?" You hear Charles' yell out, coming towards the pair of you.

"I'd start running now." You laugh, watching as he jogs away through the crowds, smirking at Charles.

"I saw you laughing, you can't laugh with other boys." Charles deadpans to you, his protective side coming through.

Growing up with three older brothers meant that they were all very overprotective with you and boys, and made it abundantly clear which lead to situations like this one.

"I'm going on a date!" You sing-sang to him, watching as he tutted and shook his head.

"I'm going to need Arthur's help on this one." He whispered to himself, walking after you.

jealousy || Xavier Thorpe x reader

( ages 17/18 )

warnings: orphan child, mentions of parents, make out session(? listen if you’re like fifteen idc if you’re reading this but if you’re like fifteen and below read at your own risk, idc if you get in trouble. you clicked on this so just be careful where you read this 🤷🏻‍♀️)

you watch from afar as you see your boyfriend walk up to wednesday addams once again. rolling your eyes, you hear your name being called by bianca. “come on, if you want to get back at her i’m racing against her in the poe cup. i know xavier means the world to you so, this is your chance to make her step down— when we win. humiliate her. i already have a plan,” bianca smirked. you shook her head, “i’m not getting back to a girl who’s done nothing. till i have evidence that they’ve been fucking, i’ll join you bianca.” your eyes met her piercing ones, and she huffed. “suit your loss. but we both know they already have been since day one.”

rolling your eyes, you walk the other way to a class you just been put in and look no other, wednesday addams alongside xavier thorpe sitting next to her. you scoff, placing your hand on your hip. xavier looked your way and gave you a weary smile, a wave and nothing else.

“good evening class,” the redheaded stated. “we have two new students in our classes, one that just enrolled to our school and one who just switched classes. i’m sure you already know her,” she gestured to you. you stood up, “i’m sure you already know me. but to make this clear for the new girl, i’m (y/n).” you smiled hastily at her, than sat right back down with a sneer look on your face.

xavier looked to the right behind him, a confused look of ‘what the hell was that?’ and you just rolled your eyes straight back at him. class continued, and the bell rung. letting everyone out first, you finally finished placing your books neatly into your book bag.

“i’ll see you next session, xavier. (y/n), good to see you in my class. hope to have you here tomorrow.” she smiled kindly and you did as well, before getting up from your seat and placing your bag onto your back. “(y/n)-“ xavier called, stepping a few steps towards you. you twirl to face him, “what.” you spat out.

he bit his lip, “i know i’ve been a shitty boy—” you scoff. “bianca’s right. i shouldn’t have d—” he slammed you back into a wall, both hands right from your face side to side. “don’t you dare fucking say that,” he spat. “don’t you dare.” his eyes glared into yours, “for the past two years that we’ve fallen into love, i have always gone to sleep thinking and dreaming of you. not once did it change when wednesday came into our lives, and you know why?” he sneered out. your eyes widened, a bit scared by him due to the sudden outburst. “because i love you.” he finished.

“i don’t care, if you’re ready to say it or not. i love you, (y/n). i always have and always will.” he softened his eyes, his voice. and had a little smile on him. onto you, in your mind, you’ve never once had any type of love to have your parents gave you up at the age of fifteen, no family members wanting to take you in due to them being too scared to what your parents could do if they did. “you are the one that’s important to me, you are the one that makes me whole—” you interrupted him, your hands on both either side of his cheeks.

your lips met his, and his left hand met to your waist. the two of you slowly let go of each other, your eyes meeting his. “i’m sorry,” you apologized. “i just didn’t want to lose you to.. addams. you are the only person i trust, and the only person i love. i can’t risk to lose—” you can see that he was smiling, and he was smiling big time. “what was that?” and you knew what he was asking.

you sighed and shook your head, a small smile forming onto your lips. you’ve never said that to him, out in the blue. and now that you have, he knew that no matter what happened, the two of you would stick like glue and figure shit out on your own times. “i love you,” you whisper. he smiled, his thumb running over your bottom lip. “i love you,” he repeated after, closing the space between you both.

first one [X.T.]

xavier thorpe x fem. reader

warning: swear words, glass cut+blood!

xavier was the one showing you around the school. he was the one you spend your time at jericho with. he helped you on outreach day at weathervane.

he also was the first one to catch feelings. for you.

but he swore to himself that he wasn‘t going to be the first one to confess. because he knew you weren‘t feeling the same. that you had your eyes on someone else. and that made him furious. everytime he thought about you being together with someone else but him.

what he didn‘t know was that always gave him clear signs you liked him and only him. but he didn‘t want to see it. making you think he doesn‘t like you the way you do. you even used tyler, the barista of the weathervane café, to make xavier jealous and finally say something. but there was nothing.

so the both of you decided to stop trying.

xavier couldn‘t stay close to you anymore. it was hurting him inside. he locked himself inside his art shed most of the time, not letting anyone in.

you were hurting too. you locked yourself inside your dorm, luckily you didn‘t have a roommate.

you drowned yourself in homework and books, just to not think about anything regarding xavier.

even though you missed him. it was hard for you to sit next to him in class. you both even stopped talking to each other.

none of you knew how it even came to a situation like that but either of you showed any sign of changing the situation.

until the Rave'N Dance came near.

you got all of your nerves together to ask xavier yourself if he would go to the dance with you.

you approached him as he was drawing the mural for the school and tapped his shoulder. he turned around and looked rather surprised to see you.

„oh, hey“

„hi. xavier, can i ask you something?“

xavier nodded at that and turned fully towards you.

„would you…go to the rave'n dance with me?“

silence.

xavier didn‘t say a thing, making you fidget with your fingers. you never minded the silences between the two of you but now it was uncomfortable and you wished he would say something soon.

„uhm..i‘m sorry but i kind of already go with someone. i thought you‘d ask tyler, that‘s why i asked someone else“

xavier scratched his neck and didn‘t dare to look at you.

„oh, well..“

you tried to think of something to answer but your head was empty. you slowly started to feel rage bubbling up inside of you. and that wasn‘t a good thing. you could influence the weather, but when you don‘t have your emotions under control the weather isn‘t under control as well.

that‘s why a loud thounder could be heard right above the both of you, making xavier look up.

„i thought i was doing you a favor by asking you. since we haven‘t really been doing something together these last weeks. but i guess you finally found someone who doesn‘t make you care about that anymore“

you quickly left the scene, went out of the school building and got your bike before driving to jericho. what xavier did is something you could do as well. and when he figured you asked tyler, you will ask tyler.

you reached weathervane and locked your bike in front of it before going inside and going straight up to the counter, where tyler was making coffee.

he looked at you surprised and looked at the clock.

„uhm..hi? i thought you have classes this time around?“

„sht. not important.“

tyler raised his eyebrows.

„o..kay..?“

„go to the rave'n dance with me.“

you said in a rather demanding voice.

„to the what? what‘s that? something like a prom?“

„yeah, whatever you normies call it. go with me. this friday. 7pm at the academy“

you didn‘t even left him time to say yes or no and just left again, unlocking your bike and driving back to the academy, the sky still letting thunders roll.

————

it‘s friday. 6.59pm.

and tyler was there. on time.

you grinned at that and hurried down to show tyler around, careful as you didn‘t want to step on your dress or stumble in your high heels.

you even put on make up, something that was suiting the theme but also wasn‘t too much. but it made your face stand out even more.

you smiled at tyler and greeted him.

„good evening. let me show you around a bit before we hit the dance floor“

you said and held onto his arm before dragging him around.

„y/n“

tyler said, making you hum.

„you look amazing“

you stopped walking and looked at him, smiling slightly.

„aw, thank you, tyler! you look amazing yourself!“

you said and patted his shoulder.

what you didn‘t see as you showed tyler around was xavier.

he was on the first floor, looking down at the both of you. rather only at you.

he was struck at how beautiful you looked.

speechless.

he couldn‘t form a thought at how pretty you were, how perfect your hair was styled, how your face stands out even more with that bit of make up, how amazing you probably smell. he was biting his ass right now, that he didn‘t go with you. he was mad at himself for turning you down.

xavier knew how that upset you as soon as he heard the thounder roaming above him.

and he was more than mad at himself for that.

tyler and you searched for a table to sit at.

„i‘m going to get us some drinks“

you said and went off to the bar, grabbing two glasses. you turned to the side to leave the bar and bumped into someone, spilling drinks all over yourself and the other person. you gasped loudly, the glass falling down on the floor, breaking.

„oh my god, i‘m so sorry“

you said and quickly bend down to pick up the glass.

„let me do it, you‘ll hurt yourself“

you stopped your motions as you heard his voice. goosebumps all over your body.

xavier.

you looked up at him as a big piece of glass cut into your palm. it was like your feelings were cut off. you didn‘t feel it at all until xavier gasped.

„oh shit, y/n! i said you‘ll get hurt, fuck!“

xavier quickly removed the glass out of your hand and before you could react he ripped a part of his shirt off of him and tightly wrapped it around your hand.

„let‘s go, let‘s get that cleaned up“

he said and helped you stand up.

you sat down in xavier‘s room, as the school nurse wasn‘t there. he sat you down at his desk and got the first aid kit out of the bathroom.

you looked around the room until your eyes landed on his sketchbook.

it was open, showing drawings of…you?

you blinked and looked up at xavier as he came up to you and immediately started to take care of your hand.

why were there drawings of you?? are there more? but WHY?

„xav“

„hm?“

he didn‘t look up but made it clear he was listening.

„why did you draw me?“

xavier‘s motions got slower and he looked up at you before looking at his desk and quickly closing his sketchbook. fuck.

he quickly but a bandage around your hand and looked away.

„xavier“

„y/n.“

he wasn‘t going to be the first one. he swore himself he wasn‘t going to.

„did we really have to come this far, xavier? not talking to each other, not spending time anymore, not even looking at each other? but drawing me and maybe bringing the painting to life?“

„y/n, i—"

„no, xavier. i just…i miss what we had! why did it change? is it bianca? or wednesday? please tell me why!“

you were totally out of your mind and mad. why couldn‘t he just talk to you? you were literally right there and he decided to draw you and give you the silent treatment.

„y/n“

„what, xavier? just be fucking honest with me, this whole situation feels like elementary school to me! we‘re not little kids, we can talk to each other, can‘t we—“

„it‘s because i like you!“

he interrupted you.

„i like you a lot and i know you don‘t like me back, you like tyler! and that‘s why i decided to distance myself and then you did too and that was a sign for me to stop trying.“

you blinked. wow.

„xavier“

„no, y/n. please don‘t try to make it better. i never wanted to tell you and rather forget it.“

you moved closer to him and cupped his face so he would look at you. xavier‘s eyes looked between yours and your perfectly lipstick stained lips. he wanted nothing more badly than to kiss you. feel those soft lips on his own.

„y/n, i-"

he couldn‘t say more because you pressed your lips on his, as it was also something you badly wanted to do. both of you closed their eyes and deepened the kiss, feeling like the missing pieces finally found their way back together.

after a minute or two you pulled away but didn‘t let go of xavier‘s face.

„i like you too, you idiot. only you.“

and you were so happy, it started snowing outside.

and xavier was indeed the first one to confess his feelings.

but you were the first one to open his eyes about yours.

///

a/n: heavenly + my account got deleted by tumblr. i hope you enjoy this story as much as heavenly.

Daniel Ricciardo

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DR x reader 

an: I do not own any of these photos and claim no rights to them :)

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Frustration Leads To Confessions. (x.t)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: maybe all you needed was a little help to make xavier realize his feelings for you or when both of you are jealous and it leads to more

Warnings: jealous reader and xavier, fluff, two frustrated people who are absolute idiots for each other. UNEDITED

a/n: i present to you guys a full fic for our boy, xavier:) apparently, i like the word idiot a lot...

masterlist

Your best friend, Xavier had a weird newfound interest in the new girl, Wednesday Addams. It seemed like that was all he could talk about. Wednesday this, Wednesday that, a matter of fact you were really getting over it. Even during class or during lunch all he would do is look out for her, even if that meant ignoring you in the process.

You slipped away to your room for lunch after class not even bothering to walk with him to the quad. Whether you would admit it out loud or not you liked your best friend maybe a little more than you should. Though you couldn’t help it, now with his long hair that suited his face perfectly or the smirk he would put on when he was teasing. Maybe you were being hopeful when you thought he might out liked you back.

It sucks that the dance was so close too. You wanted him to ask you, but with Wednesday in the picture, you doubt he would. Which leaves you without a date for the dance. You had even talked to Ms. Thornhill about going off the theme a bit to go for more of a periwinkle dress instead of white which she was all in for.

Once you made it to your next class which was unfortunely botany class with Xavier, you made it a point to sit in a different seat than your usual spot next to him. The only other spot open was next to a boy that you remembered whose a werewolf named is Dylan. You made your way over to the spot next to him and set your stuff down while avoiding Xavier’s piercing stare at you.

The lesson was boring and basically filled with Bianca and Wednesday competing with each other. You had ten more minutes of the class before the bell would ring. Ms. Thornhill said since it was so close to the dance, she wouldn’t torture you guys with any more homework.

“Hey,” you heard from beside you. “Y/n, right?”

“Yeah, and yours is Dylan if my memory is correct,” you replied with a small laugh which caught Xavier’s attention.

“Something going on with you and your boyfriend? Who’s giving me quite the death stare this entire period?” he questioned as he noticed the other’s glare at him. “Who knows maybe I’ll be six feet under by the time this class ends,” he joked.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you muttered feeling your cheeks flush with heat at the thought.

“Does he know that?”

“Yes, and I don’t think he would care, all he’s been talking about is Addams over there beside him,” you claimed.

“So he wouldn’t mind if I did this?” he stuck out his arm to your seat pulling you closer to him. You yelped as you didn’t expect him to be able to pull you and the chair with just one arm. “Wait, nope, I definitely think he does mind actually.”

You could tell that your cheeks were bright red right now without having to look in a mirror. Not only were you blushing at the fact Dylan thought Xavier was your boyfriend, but also about how close you were to Dylan right now. You were staring at your hands but looked up, and saw Xavier who was gripping his pencil so tightly that his knuckles were white and with a clenched jaw.

“What are you trying to do?” you asked him as you turned your gaze from Xavier to him.

“Trying to be a good matchmaker.”

“There’s nothing to match,” you scoffed.

“Y/n, you got yourself all wrong there. That boy is so jealous right now, it’s hilarious,” he corrected you.

“Dylan, there’s-” the bell ringing cut you off.

“I’m going to whisper into your ear and all you have to do is giggle okay,” all you did was nod confused as Dylan helped you stand up from your chair and leaned in close to your face but moved in the last second to whisper in your ear. “I hope you get dicked down after this by him,”

You started to choke on the air uncontrollably at the disbelief of his words as you felt heat rush into your cheeks again.

“Dylan! You did not just say that!” you gasped.

“I did, and he coming over this way right now,” Dylan started to rush to get his stuff. “I’m going to go before he punches me, good luck!” he wished you as he rushed out the door.

“What was that?” Xavier questioned harshly as he came closer to you.

“What-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before he started pulling you into the hall and dragged you all the way into his dorm room. “Xavier, slow down.”

“So you have a new boyfriend and you don’t even tell me about it,” he snapped at you as he shut his door behind him.

“What are you even talking about?” you asked him placing your stuff down on his chair by his desk. That’s when you noticed his sketchbook was open, and it was a drawing of you. Though you didn’t feel like this was quite the right time to mention it, as you turned your attention back to the seething boy.

“You ignore me before lunch and then show up our next class to not even sit in your seat and sat next to wolf boy out of nowhere,” Xavier deadpanned. “That entire class period was filled with him being all over you.” It was now your turn to get angry at the boy as you were shocked at his hypocrisy.

“You’re joking right now, right?” you asked in pure disbelief.

“No, I am not. He was literally all over you and you just stayed there giggling at everything he said,” he scoffed.

“You know what, Xavier, I don’t even know why you care when all you’ve been talking about is Wednesday Addams,” you snapped back at him. “It always about her with you lately, sorry for not wanting to listen to you for one class period.”

“Y/n, don’t be like that,” he softened.

“No. You can’t dragged me to your room and antagonized me about something you don’t even know the full story too.”

“Why would I need a full story when I watched with my own eyes?” he pointed out.

“Dylan wasn’t doing anything!” you exclaimed.

“Really, so he wasn't flirting with you the entire time?” he commented.

“No!”

“Y/n, you really are more oblivious than I realized.”

“Xavier, you’re being ridiculous right now,” you stated. “All he was doing was literally pointing out the fact that you were so obviously jealous.”

“How could I not be?” he remarked. “All I could hear was you laughing with him, and don’t even get me started on how close you two were.”

“That was the point, Xavier,” you said exasperated as you head over to his bed and laid down on it feeling so over this argument with him.

“What?” he questioned confused.

“Dylan, thought we were dating and when I told him we aren’t, he was basically like then watch this,” you said muffled into his pillow.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Me? You’re the idiot,” you countered.

“Be my idiot,” he blurted which caused you to lift your head from his pillow as you sat up on his bed.

“I’ve been yours this entire time, you idiot,” you laughed as he came closer to sit on the bed. “Maybe if you actually paid some attention to me you would’ve noticed sooner,” you admitted bitterly as you thought about him talking about Wednesday this past week.

“Wait what?”

“Xavier, you vex me to no end,” you told him as you leaned closer to his face. “Maybe that’s why I fell so hard for you.”

“You make me go mad,” Xavier closed the space between you two as he placed a hand on your cheek pulling you to meet his lips.

It was as if you could feel the pent up emotion Xavier was putting into the kiss.You smiled into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands moved to your hips. You moved forward slightly to lean more into him and he let out a groan against your mouth. He stilled in the kiss, keeping your hips in place from moving further. You both pulled away to catch your breath.

“What does this mean for us?” you questioned softly looking into his eyes.

“I think this means you're mine officially,” he smirked.

“I think you have to ask a certain question though,” you joked.

“You’re really going to make me ask,” he laughed throwing his head back.

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Will you, Y/n, be my girlfriend and go to the Rave’N Dance with me,” he asked you raising his hand to tuck a piece of loose hair that fell onto your face.

“Of course, I will,” you smiled back. “You know if I knew all it took was being close to some guy for you to finally ask me out, I would’ve done it sooner. Maybe again, with all this pent up frustration,” you joked letting out a giggle.

“NO! No more guys. EVER!” he said pushing you down on the bed to give you another kiss. "I mean it."