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High Infidelity

Pairings: Xavier Thorpe x gn!reader / Xavier Thorpe x Wednesday Addams

Summary: chase two girls, lose The 1

Warnings: cheating, infidelity, Xavier gets slapped. lmk if there are any more

Word Count: 0.8k

You loved Xavier so much. More than he would ever know. He was the sunshine on your darkest days; the moonlight and the stars in the sky. He was just yours. But that all changed when Wednesday Addams came to Nevermore.

You went to his art shed only to discover that the locks had been changed. You knocked on the door and heard Xavier curse and rush around the small room. A couple minutes later, he unlocked the door and greeted you with messy hair. You noticed how his lips were slightly swollen, but ignored it as he invited you in.

“So, uh, what brings you here, y/n?” Xavier asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“Can’t an Outcast come and see their boyfriend every now and again?” You joked, leaning up to kiss him. He smelt of death, the same scent the new girl smelt of. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies. We could watch that new horror film you want to see so bad.”

“Oh.” He mumbled, looking back. “I, uhm, I’m kind of busy at the moment. Maybe tomorrow?” He asked sheepishly.

“Oh. Yeah, sure.” You nodded. You went to walk away before turning to him. “And how come you changed the locks?”

“Oh, I just have a surprise for our anniversary next month.” Xavier shrugged nonchalantly and your smile dropped slightly.

“Okay, see you.” You waved. “Love you.”

“Fare thee well.” Xavier joked. You waited a second, but the words you wished to hear never came.

It had been like that for a while now. Ever since Wednesday Addams arrived, you became more of a friend than a partner. Long, late night walks became ‘Sorry, Wednesday needs my help.’ He’d let go of your hand whenever he saw Wednesday, wouldn’t say ‘I love you’ back whenever she was in earshot distance. It hurt.

This boy that would once bring you breakfast when you were sick; this boy that would once teach you how to draw simple things under the moonlight, gone. Gone into a fraction of the man he was. This act of high infidelity destroyed you.

Part of you longed for him to tell you the truth, you wanted to hear it from him, not from your peers that had been under the impression that the two of you had broken up. They had seen Xavier’s moves, the ones he made on Wednesday. Your heart broke when everyone came to console you. You had no idea what was going on, having had the flu and being bedridden. Enid, Wednesday’s roommate attacked you with a hug the first time she saw you that week. You awkwardly patted her back in confusion and she broke away to explain. Xavier had been seen kissing Wednesday under the moonlight in your spot.

That was a month ago. You figured that if he really cared, he would’ve tried harder to keep it a secret. He should know, there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love. The slowest way is never loving them enough.

You were left doubting yourself. Did Wednesday have something that you don’t? Were you not as pretty as Wednesday? How could someone so in love with you just fall out of love like that? Did he ever even love you?

“I’m breaking up with you.” Xavier said. The date was April 29th. Your anniversary. He hadn’t shown up for your date and now here he was, breaking you with you. Who the hell does he think he is? “I… i think that you were manipulating me with your siren song and-"

You cut him off by punching his face. “You cheat on me for months and have the audacity to blame me?” You asked in shock, holding your pounding hand. Xavier looked shock. “Oh, you think I don’t know? You think that I don’t know that you kissed Wednesday in our spot under the moonlight? I built that place. I made the handles paintbrushes, not her. I said I love you there, not HER!” You yelled.

“y/n, calm down.” Xavier said quietly, looking at all of the eyes on you.

“Don’t tell me to calm down. I am calm!” You exclaimed. “No, Xavier, I break up with you.” You then said.

“Am I interrupting something?” A monotone voice said, making you jump out of your skin.

Xavier looked distraught and you turned to see Wednesday Addams. “Yes.” You said, turning back to your boyfriend. “I love you. You are my sun and my moon and my stars. I can’t even find it in my heart to hate you.” Tears gathered in your eyes as you spoke your mind. “Did I do something? Am I not pretty enough? Not cool enough?”

“It’s not you, it’s me.” Xavier said. You wanted to call BS, but he continued. “I fell out if love with you and instead of telling you, I lead you on.”

“But why? When?” You had began crying.

“I don’t know.” He admitted. “I just know that when I saw Wednesday, I felt what I felt when we first started dating.”

I didn’t mean to hurt you. But you did. You did, you did.

chef’s kiss💪💪💪

enhypen recs (updated : 04/02/22)

▪️how enhypen breaks your heart by @envirae

▪️how enhypen fall out of love by @envirae

enhypen hyung line

▪no nut november (smau) by @jayflrt

🎪lee heeseung

▪️promise you’ll stay by @angelhoon

▪️traitor by @chaeryybomb

▪️heather by @wonwoosh

▪️dichotomy by @yeoforce

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▪️unexpected by @c9pids

▪open sesame by @maiverie

🎪park jongseong

▪️carousel by @bloomingjungwon

▪️[3:59 pm] - part of the lilac series by @wonvelvet

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▪️maybe we could be together by @ddeonuism

▪️the sky, it falls by @dazumis

▪️yours, truly by @simjyun

🎪park sunghoon

▪️happy for a while by @wonvelvet

▪️the hurt that you give by @jeontaeil

▪️[11:25 pm] by @wonwoosh

🎪kim sunoo

▪️about that… by @en-amours

🎪yang jungwon

▪️[1 :30 pm] by @junhyukiscute

▪️high school love alarm by @en-ternity

▪️crepuscule (jungwon ver.) by @rosesbxrry

🎪nishimura riki

▪️Iets fall in love for the night by @aceseungg

▪️leaving tonight (pt.1) by @enhyqenn

▪️the beach (leaving tonight pt. 2) by @enhyqenn

a/n : I own none of the works listed here, nor have I written any of them. these are just some of my favorite fics on here. the relavent authors are tagged next to their respective fics. if any of the tagged authors are uncomfortable with me listing their works here,, please feel free to message me and tell me and I’ll take it down :)

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Defending. (x.t)

PART ONE OF TWO

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: wednesday tells you about her suspicions about xavier but you come to his defense and are determined to find proof to prove her wrong

Warnings: mentions of making a small cut, very little like a drop of blood, hydes? (those ugly mfs) NOT PROOFREAD

a/n: this is going to be in two parts, but part two will be posted late 12/1 or early 12/2 depending on when i finish writing it! it's basically a smut fic for part two which is why i decided to split it up in case people are not comfortable with it!

masterlist - part two

“Now, this is too far,” you said to Wednesday as she told you about her suspicions about Xavier being the monster.

“All the evidence points to him.”

 “Wednesday, it’s not him.”

“You’re only saying that because you’re in a relationship with him,” the girl argued back with her.

“No shit, Wednesday. I know him enough to know he’s not. You think I wouldn’t notice by now if he were going around town killing people?”

“You’re letting this blind your judgment,” Wednesday stated. 

“NEWS FLASH WEDNESDAY HE’S NOT THE HYDE! WOULD IT KILL YOU THINK FOR ANYONE BUT YOURSELF?!” you yelled at the girl who just raised her eyebrows back at you.

“What are you going to do when you find out he is?”

“Nothing,” you answered softly you could feel a headache coming from yelling, “There’s nothing to find out.” You walked back inside from the balcony and exited the room before you felt like destroying anything, and Enid would get mad at the mess later.

You wandered around the school before you came upon the statute of Edgar Allen Poe. You sat down near the statute wanting to clear your mind for a second before you looked up and realized the mark beneath the book he was holding. You tried to recall what your mom would always tell you as a kid about the Nightshade Society. 

“He was notorious for his riddles. For it was not one alone, but each line was individual. One to remember is, ‘The answer will give a sharp cracking sound,’ that will help you once you find it,” was something she always mentioned when she talked about Nevermore. 

“A sharp cracking sound,” you repeated as you stood from your spot and it clicked, or more so snapped into place. You raised your right arm and snapped two times. “Thank you, Nightshade Society.”

You walked down the staircase into the dimly lit library. The portraits that hung on the wall of old members caught your eye as you looked about the room. At the end of the portraits you find your parents, they tell you to make a name for yourself, but how could you live up to them? 

“You put that bag over my head, I will choke you with that very rope in your hands,” you warned the people who stood behind you as you looked for your mom’s diary knowing that would be the only thing you could find answers in. “You should know to not mess with a witch with heightened senses.”

“Oh, come on, Y/n, we were just trying to have fun,” Kent joked causing the other to mutter in agreement. 

“I WASN’T GOING TO DO ANYTHING I SWEAR,” Xavier yelped once he notice it was you and threw the bag in his hands to Ajax.

“Someone’s in the dog house tonight…” Yoko teased. Kent and a couple of the others gave a couple howls joining in the joke.

“You know Xavier you could’ve told me about this,” you said as you finally found your mother’s diary. 

“Babe, if I could, I would’ve-”

“He’s sworn to secrecy,” Bianca pointed out as she gave you a dirty look when you walked to a desk with the diary in your arms.

You pulled it out to see she sealed it with magic though not any kind of magic, blood magic. “My family was a part of the Nightshades long before you, although I thought it to be disbanded.”

“Yeah, the group kind of lost its charter 30 years ago after some normie kid died,” Xavier explained which answered your thoughts as he walked up to you noticing that you were looking for something. 

“But we have a lot of wealthy alumni, so Weems looks the other way as long as nobody makes any waves,” Yoko added on. 

“What are you looking for anyways?” Xavier questioned you.

“If you’re trying to open your mom’s diary, you can’t,” Bianca told you cockingly. 

“Maybe you can’t,” you retorted just when you noticed a letter opener sitting at the corner of the table. 

You reached over and grabbed it seeing that it had a sharp edge. You noticed from your peripheral vision that the group was crowding around you to see what you were doing. Xavier was right next to you with his attention on the knife you held in your hand. You lifted your right hand over the book and took the knife to your palm just before it touched your skin you heard shouts from around the room.

“Y/N!”

“Woah, girl, no need to prove a point.”

“No need for bloodshed-”

“What are you doing?!”

“No, no, no, no, absolutely not,” you heard Xavier say as he tried to grab for the knife, but it was too late. “Oh my god, only you. Literally, you’re the only one who would do this.”

You sliced the inside of your palm and allowed for the knife to drop down onto the table as you felt the sting in your palm. You closed your fist and put it directly above the lock on the book. You felt the blood sweep down near the bottom of your fist before it dropped down into the lock. 

“Blood magic?” Yoko asked in amazement when she saw the lock unlatch and you opened to the front page that held your mom’s portrait along with her signature. 

“Only the very best for mother dearest,” you remark sarcastically.

“That explains a lot!” Kent said from behind as Xavier looked around for a first aid kit. “Bianca was trying to open that months ago and nothing would work!” right as the words left his mouth, Bianca smacked him in the back of the head causing him to groan in pain, “Well, ow.”

When Xavier finally found a first aid kit that looked like it could be decades old, he went back to your side and held out his palm to you. Putting your sliced palm in his hand without him even having to ask you. 

“I couldn’t find any actual alcohol to disinfect it, so vodka will have to do,” he unscrewed the bottle with one hand and looked back into your eyes before you gave him a slight nod telling him it was okay for him to do it. “This might sting.”

“Oh shit, I can’t watch,” Ajax gagged as the vodka was poured onto your palm and the blood washed away with it. 

“Makes the both of us,” another member said.

“Stop being babies, people would think you’re the one with the cut palm,” you told them off as taking in the pain with no reaction. “At least I have a hot doctor patching me up,” you smirked.

“Only for you,” Xavier muttered as he focused on wrapping the bandage around your hand. At this point, almost all the members already left not wanting to see what you and Xavier get up to.

“Thanks, babe,” giving him a kiss on the cheek before returning your attention back to your mother’s diary. 

“What was so important that you have to look into your mom’s diary?” he asked you. “You’re looking for answers, but for what?”

“Any information about hydes.”

“That’s the monster, Wednesday was talking about right?”

“The same one she believes you to be, yes.” you look up from the diary to see his confused expression.

“Wait, me?” he wondered aloud.

“I told her it wasn’t you though, but that girl is the most stubborn person I have ever met,” you informed him taking one of his hands in your non-injured one to give it a tight squeeze in reassurance. “You have to be careful, I know you’re not the Hyde, but she is going to do everything she can to prove her point.”

“I love you.” he blurted out to you. “You could’ve easily believed her, but you didn’t.”

“I know you, Xavier. There’s no damn way in hell, I’m going to let you be falsely accused for something you so obviously are not,” you stated. “And, I love you, that’s why I’m trying to see if my mother knew anything about Hydes during her time here,” you smiled at him.

You turned to put the diary back onto the desk as you hurriedly flipped through the pages scanning for any kind of information on the damn monster. You were about to turn to another page just before you noticed a name you’ve heard of before. Francois Sylvanne. Xavier moved to stand behind you leaning over your shoulder to read the diary as well. He placed his hands on your hips to steady himself causing you to lean back into him.

“Seems like Wednesday’s little boy toy just got way more interesting,” you pointed to the name on the page for Xavier to read. 

“Who is she?”

“His mother. The same one he goes to therapy for, I heard she died a while back, and apparently the sheriff isn’t only bad at his job but bad at parenting too,” you explained as you read more of your mom’s writing.

There’s something about this girl. She keeps to herself. Quiet. Distance. Truly an Outcast. I have a feeling something is going on with her or at least something will. I’m going to keep a close eye on her, but she is graduating this year.

“Weird, your mom always has good intuition, I wonder if she’s right about this one too,” Xavier said after he read your mother’s entry. 

You flipped through more pages of the book and found nothing. You looked at every line on the pages, and your mother never mentioned her once again. It wasn’t until you got to the last page of the diary to see a quite messier version of your mother’s writing.

THAT GIRL IS A HYDE. FRANCOIS IS A HYDE. HIDDEN AWAY WITH A NORMIE IN THE TOWN. 

“No,” you gaped as you turned to see nothing more and reached the end of the book.

“Do you think Tyler’s the Hyde?” he whispered into your ear.

“It’s the only way. It makes sense too,” you claimed, “But the question is why?” 

Secret’s Out

Pairings: Rowan Laslow x gn!reader / Xavier Thorpe x enemy/ex!reader

Summary: Nevermore’s heir falls for the outcasted Outcast.

Warnings: Xavier is a bit of a bitch, slapping, suggestive themes, tooth-rotting fluff. Rowan’s nicknames are Obi-Wan and Row Boat because I said so. (Tagging @unfixqble)

Word Count: 0.7k

You were the crowned royalty of Nevermore, the school for Outcasts. Both literally and figuratively. Your great (x whatever) grandparents founded the school and you always got the highest scores in class. Everyone praised the ground you walked on. Once you accidentally bumped into someone and before you could apologise, they mumbled out sorries and kissed your shoes. You had to deliver an assembly on why kissing people’s shoes was wrong, weird, and downright disgusting.

But with you being, well, you, it came as a shock to the whole school when you turned down Xavier Thorpe’s proposal. He was the only one in the entire school that could even compare to you. But the news of you dating Rowan Laslow, the outcast of the Outcasts, made the school tremble. Seriously, there was an earthquake the day everyone found out. Pathetic fallacy at its finest.

Rowan rushed up to you the day after with scarlet filled cheeks and watery eyes. “I swear I didn’t tell anyone.” He said hurriedly and you scrunched your eyes together before widen them. “y/n?”

Your eyes wrinkled at the sides as you smiled widely, dimples on full display. “I don’t care that everyone knows, Obi-Wan.” You tiptoed up so you could kiss his lips. All of his worries flowed away with that single kiss until people surrounded you. Some booed, some cheered and clapped, but it was all static in your ears. “C’mon.” You held out your hand.

Rowan gave a lopsided grin and took your hand as you pushed through the crowd. The two of you were on cloud nine. Somehow even more in love with the other than before. Nothing could bring you down.

Nothing apart from Xavier.

A stack of papers dropped onto your desk whilst you were waiting for your History teacher. You looked up in confusion, meeting Xavier’s hard glare. Before you could speak up he raised his hand, stopping you. “That’s why you won’t date me?” He scoffed. “Rowan Laslow of all people?”

“Back off, Xavier.” You rolled your eyes. “I won’t date you because I’m not attracted to you.”

“Bullshit!” Xavier slammed his hands down on the drawings, paintings, and photos he dropped onto your table. “Did he drug you? Is this some fucked up Harry Potter thing?” He asked.

“Humble yourself, Xavi.” You stood up, pointing at him. She waved it away and in retaliation, you slapped him.

The whole class gasped as you retracted your hand in shock. Xavier looked at you, holding his cheek. “Fuck you.” He spat, storming out of the class.

-

You were lying on Rowan’s chest later that night, watching a movie on his laptop. You thought for a second, drawing circles on his abs with your finger before mumbling, “You know I love you more than anything, right?”

You heard Rowan laugh slightly, kissing your head. “I know. And I love you more, my moon.”

You smiled at his words, melting into him. “Wrong. I love you most.” You looked up at him with a grin, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.” You nodded surely.

“Prove it then.” Rowan murmured, kissing you.

You rose your eyebrows at him as he smirked. You scoffed, straddling him and kissing his neck. “You like that?” You asked after you left a hickey, gaining a moan from the boy underneath you.

He nodded, looking at you with a lustful gaze. “I love you more than you’ll ever know.” He whispered, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You grounded down on his crotch, causing him to groan and blush. “y/n…”

“What is it, baby?” You asked, rasping, lips pecking and nibbling on his neck. “Use your words.”

“Please.” Rowan begged before the door slammed open with a bang. You jumped, falling into the floor as Rowan covered his top half. “Miss Weems.” He said in embarrassment.

“Excuse me. I don’t mean to barge in here, but the two of you know the rules. After nine o’clock, you stay in your own dorms.” Headmistress Weems said accusingly. “y/n, allow me to escort you to your dormitory.”

“Ms. Weems, I-“ You stopped at the look she gave you. “Bye, Row Boat.” You mumbled, kissing Rowan softly

“y/n.” Weems said sternly when the kids started to deepen.

You groaned and pulled away, whispering another ’goodbye’ before being lectured on all the way to the other side of the school.

Adorable

Xavier Thorpe x Reader

Pronouns: unspecified (un)

Wordcount: 1,228

TW: none

Fluff just straight up fluff

“Why does it have to me though?” You stared at Ajax holding baby Xavier in your arms. 

Ajax grinned, “You're the only one that has babysitting experience.”

Staring at the mini Xavier you couldn’t help but smile, “do you know how old his body is right now?”

He shook his head, staring at you slightly smirking at his friend who was now leaning against your chest. 

You shook your head glancing down at Xavier in your arms, “do you know if he has the mind of a baby or himself?”

Ajax nodded, “he has the mind of himself. He’s been trying to sketch in his sketchbook.” 

You sighed in relief. “Thank god,” you mumbled. 

Turning to look at Ajax, “does the teacher and principal know of the situation?” 

He nodded, grinning at you. How you wished you could smack him just once…as hard as you could. 

“So why can’t one of them take care of him?” You asked, patting Xavier’s back. 

Ajax chuckled, “watch this.” He reached his arms out towards Xavier attempting to pick him up only for Xavier to scream bloody murder. “That’s what happens when anyone besides you tries to hold him.” 

You laughed, “why doesn’t he do that when I try to hold him?” Smiling down at Xavier you rubbed his cheek, trying to soothe him. 

“Who knows…maybe it’s because you have babysitting experience…” Ajax rubbed the back of his neck refusing to meet your eyes. 

Narrowing your eyes at him you stared at him until Xavier placed his tiny hand on your face. Rubbing your forehead with your free hand you nodded, “okay I’ll take care of him. Do you know when he’ll go back to normal?”

Ajax gave you an innocent smile, “nope, no clue.”

Sighing you took Xavier into your dorm shutting the door behind you, not bothering to say goodbye to Ajax. 

Sitting Xavier down on your bed you smiled at him, “can you open your mouth? I want to check how many teeth you have.” 

He gave you a weird look before obediently opening his mouth, allowing you to see four teeth. 

“Thank god you have teeth, I wouldn’t know how to feed you if you didn't have any,” you pretended to wipe the sweat off your forehead. “Okay what do you want to do? Are you hungry?” 

He shook his head. Staring up at you he clenched his hand waving it around the air. 

Seeing him you couldn’t help but smile, he was adorable. “You want to draw?” 

He nodded, giving you a wide grin. Babbling out of happiness as you pulled out his art supplies he often left in your dorm. 

“Do you want to draw on my bed or on the floor?” You held the supplies in your arm as you waited for his response. 

He patted your bed staring at you with wide eyes and an innocent smile. 

You laughed at him, “only because you’re so adorable.” You light pinched his cheeks after setting down his art supplies in front of him. Opening his sketchbook on a blank page you watched him clumsily pick up a pencil. 

“You’re doing so well,” you praised him, taking a seat next to him. 

Your eyes widened as you saw him begin. Although his lines were a bit clumsy his lines were precise, just like his lines normally were. 

You patted his head smiling, watching him draw. Slowly but surely his picture came to life, literally. The little bird he drew flew out of the page as soon as he placed the pencil down.

Looking at the bird you stared at him wide eyed, “you’re amazing y’know that? I can’t believe you can still draw so well, not to mention being able to use your abilities even as a baby.”

His laughter echoed around the room, his cheek turning a shade of red hearing your praise.

The day passed with the two of you sitting on your bed. With him drawing and you watching him. 

Ajax had been kind enough to bring the two of you your meals. He brought you the normal dishes you would normally eat, and Xavier mashed potatoes. 

You feed him in between bites of your own food.

Before you knew it it was nighttime. 

Glancing at his dirty clothes you asked him, “can I give you a bath?”

Xaiver eyes widen his smile dropping adamantly shaking his head. 

“Okay okay, I won’t but you need to be cleaned up.” You sat staring at him, he too stared at you. “What about I just wipe your face, hands, and feet clean? Would that be okay?” 

He didn’t move or say anything for a moment before nodding. 

“Okay, stay here and don’t fall off the bed. I’ll go get a wet towel.” 

He gave you a nod before you turned around and walked into your bathroom. Coming out of it a moment after holding a damp towel.

“Don’t move around too much, scream if I hurt you, okay?” He once again nodded before you started to wipe him clean.

Pulling back you stared at his now cleaned face, “there so much more handsome.”

His face flushed red, he used his tiny hands to cover his face. Though it didn’t cover much of his rosie cheeks. 

“Y’know you suck at hiding your feelings in baby form, unlike when you're you,” you laughed, staring at him. “I thought I didn’t stand a chance, but now I think I do.”

He pulled his hands away from his face, mouth wide open.

“Well goodnight!” You quickly shut off the light, face burning. You hadn’t meant to say that outloud. 

You moved him next to you, laying his head on the pillow before you did the same. Patting his stomach you hummed softly in hopes of lulling him into sleep. 

As his breathing became slower you stared up at the ceiling, wanting to hit yourself for saying your thoughts out loud. You knew he liked you back but it was still embarrassing blurting out your feelings out loud. 

Your mind consumed with embarrassment until sleepiness overpowered it. 

Feeling someone stare at you, your eyes fluttered open only to see normal Xavier grinning at you. 

You blanked at him trying to figure out why in the hell he was in your bed, only to get a flashback of the day before. 

You felt your face heat up as you remembered what you had said just before turning off the lights.

He chuckled, his voice sounded much deeper than you were used to hearing. “You’re adorable y’know that?’

Sitting up you rushed out of the bed staring down at him. 

“I-When did you turn back?” 

He sat up laughing, “when I woke up I was already myself again.” He stood up walking closer towards you. 

You stepped back, only for him to follow you. Once your back had reached the wall you stared at him, “what are you doing?”

He leaned closer towards you, “I like you, you know that. I also know that you like me.”

Nodding you watched as his nose touched yours. 

“So would it be okay if I kissed you?” You could feel his breath on your lips. 

Staring into his eyes you gave a soft, “yes” before your eyes fluttered shut. You felt him gently pressing his lips against yours. 

When he pulled away he laughed, “you’re adorable.”

summary: xavier is tired of you avoiding him

genre: angst

days, it’s been days since you’ve last talked to xavier. it’s not that you’re in a fight, or you hate him or something. but you’ve just been so caught up in this case you’re working on, that you couldn’t find the time to talk to him.

the only people you’ve been talking to are the dead. you’ve had this ability since you were a kid, you’ve made connections with them, and they’ve been helping you with this case.

your brain couldn’t focus on anything other than that, you needed to find out who the monster was. you needed to find out why this monster is killing innocent people. you needed to know everything

and here you were in your room, working on the case, pictures of dead bodies, evidence and papers scattered all around the room. your friend avery, a girl who had died at birth, and also a close friend of yours, was sat there as well, helping you collect your thoughts.

a knock on the door was heard, you turned to see none other than xavier entering the room. your roommate wasn’t around, and avery left when she heard the knock, so it was just you and him

“hey” he said, looking around the room as he saw the stuff, “still working on the case, huh?”

“uh, yeah.” you said, “avery helped as well”

“mhm…so um, do you wanna maybe pause this for a second and go on a walk with me?”

“what? of course not!” you said in a rather rude tone

“what?” he said, a little hurt by the tone

“i’m busy” you said as you kept organizing your work

“are you serious right now?” he furrowed his eyebrows, “you—you haven’t talked to me in almost a week…come on y/n are you seriously gonna reject me just because of some case that you have nothing to do with?”

you continued doing your work, not responding

“wow. you really—do you even care?!” he snapped

“about what” you said

“about—about me! about…us, do you even care about that?! you really live in your own world. the cops have this handled and you just wanna include yourself for no reason. i’m trying, i’m really trying to wait for you, and be patient. but you don’t seem to give two fucks if i’m even here or not! i’m not doing this anymore, i’m done.” he said, and you froze

you froze as you heard his footsteps fading, you froze as you realized a hole in your heart was forming, you froze when the case you were working on was not a care in your mind anymore, you froze when you realized…he left you. he left you and you were the reason.

xavier really was patient with you, at first, you would talk to him often, then you started talking to him at the end of the day, then you’d talk to him every other day, and then—you wouldn’t talk to him at all.

it’s funny how you don’t realize how important someone is, until they’re gone.

for the very first time, you felt alone.

like actually alone, you’d usually have avery, or another friend with you, but most of the time, you had xavier, and now he wasn’t coming back.

you felt tears brimming in the corners of your eyes, you had never cried before, let alone over a boy

but he was special.

you got up and ran after him, only he was now probably back in his room.

but nonetheless, you ran to his room, and knocked on his door repeatedly until he opened it

“jesus im coming—y/n?” he said, going quiet

you went inside his room, and once he got a good look at you, he knew

“oh my god are you crying?” he said as he gently grabbed your face, wiping your tears

“i’m sorry” you cried out, and he was quick to hug you, “i’m sorry i was just focused on the case and—“

“hey, hey it’s okay.” he said as he stroked your hair

you looked up at him, and soon your lips collided.

once you let go, you were quick to speak

“you were right. i’m dropping the case, the cops have it handled and i should’ve just—“

“no” he said

“what?”

“i’m not telling you to drop the case, baby. i love that you’re working on it and trying to keep everyone safe. but we work on it, together. i cant have you getting hurt” he said as he gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb

“really?”

“of course” he smiled

you might act tough on the outside, but on the inside, you truly loved him.

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Draw Me Like One of Your French Girls - Xavier Thorpe x Reader

Summary: It's Friday and everyone is heading out to Jericho for some fun. But you and Xavier think you can have plenty of fun right in his dorm.

TW: profanity, innuendo, sexual situations, p in v sex, fucking without protection (wrap it before you tap it, kids)

Word Count: 1,744 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Wednesday characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

You tap your pencil against your notebook impatiently, staring at the clock, willing it to go faster. Xavier looks over and gives you a small smile.

“So anxious.”

“Shut up,” you mumble as he takes your hand in his, “I just want this stupid class to be over.”

“I thought herbology is your favorite,” Xavier raises an eyebrow at you, nudging you.

You give your boyfriend a dirty look, “Don’t be cute. I need this class to be over.”

“I wonder why.”

And Ms. Thornhill tells you that class is over and you can pack your things. All of your belongings are quickly and carelessly tossed into your bag while Xavier watches you in amusement.

Ever since Rowan left, or was murdered according to Wednesday, your boyfriend has had his dorm to himself. And last weekend, after he snuck you in, he made a suggestion that’s been cemented in your mind ever since he said it.

“Hey, you remember that movie? Titanic?”

You look at him, curious, “Where Leo dies?”

“Well, that’s part of it,” he grins slightly, “Would you let me draw you like that?”

“Wait, when he draws the girl naked?”

“Yeah.”

As you’re leaving the classroom, Ms. Thornhill pulls you aside, needing to talk to you about something to do with your roommate, Yoko. You sigh, hiding your annoyance as best as you can, turning to Xavier.

“I’ll meet you up there,” you say quietly.

He presses a quick kiss to your forehead before walking out of the room. You can’t help but stare after him and admire him. His broad shoulders, the grace with which he carries himself. He turns back and winks at you, making you laugh quietly.

After Ms. Thornhill finally releases you, you race up to your dorm, ignoring Enid’s excited wave. You love her, but for fuck’s sake, if you miss out on time with your boyfriend to hear her complain about that dumbass stoner kid, you’re going to murder her.

Yoko is in your room, watching you with slight interest as you quickly change your clothes, “You and Xavier going into town?”

You shake your head, grinning at her, “No, no we are not. We’re staying in, if you know what I mean.”

She snickers, heading out the door, “Have fun.”

“Oh, I will!”

You hear her laugh again before she closes the door.

You quickly rid yourself of your underwear, wanting to surprise Xavier when you show up and take your uniform off. You can practically see his face in your mind’s eye. You fix your makeup and hair before walking over to your boyfriend’s dorm.

Weems almost catches you, so you duck behind a Poe statue, rendering yourself invisible. After she leaves, you bolt over to Xavier’s dorm, banging on the door.

“It’s open!”

You open the door, enter Xavier’s dorm, and turn around to slam it shut, locking it behind you. Xavier stares at you, confused.

“Weems almost caught me,” you explain, running into his open arms and grinning up at him, “Hello.”

“Hi,” he smiles down at you, kissing you softly, his hands resting on your hips, “You ready to do this?”

“Mhm,” you say, pulling back from him, “Born ready.”

He grabs his desk chair and takes a seat, “Undress for me.”

You shed your uniform jacket, followed by your shoes. You turn around, letting your shirt and skirt drop to the ground, revealing to Xavier you’re wearing nothing underneath. You hear his breath hitch. You smirk to yourself and move to lay down on his bed.

“How do you want me?”

“Uh.”

You laugh, seeing his jaw hanging, looking like a cartoon character, “Well?”

He walks toward you, moving to grab your face and pull you into a kiss, but you stick your hand up between his lips and yours. He opens his eyes and stares at you in confusion.

“You don’t get to touch me until you’re done. I want my sketch, baby.”

He frowns, “C’mon, babe, you can’t be serious!”

You pat his cheek, grinning at him, “I am.”

You lay down on his bed, posing like the girl from Titanic did and quoting in as dramatic a voice as possible, “Draw me like one of your French girls, Xavier.”

Xavier sighs but laughs in spite of himself at how ridiculous you are. He drags his feet back over to his chair. He’s like a little kid who just got his favorite toy taken away.

He pulls his chair close to you and opens his sketchbook, “Okay, I don’t get to touch you till I’m done?”

“Wow, great memory,” you tease him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he rolls his eyes, moving his pencil along the paper for only a moment or two before closing the sketchbook, “Done! Let’s make out now.”

You give him a look, “That fast? Show it to me.”

He sighs, opening the book and showing you the page. Your jaw drops.

“It’s a fucking stick figure, X!”

“You didn’t say the drawing had to be good!”

You shake your head, “If you don’t do draw me and do it well, I’m not fucking you for a week.”

His eyes widen, “You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m so fucking serious, baby.”

He pouts and rips out the page with his awful stick figure, crumpling it up and tossing it at you, “Here.”

You toss it back at him, “No! I feel like she’s judging me with those creepy eyes and weird boobs!”

He throws his head and laughs at you, “I love you so much.”

And he starts actually sketching. You watch him as he works. He’s beautiful, you think, as his eyes move between you and the sketchbook, his hair falling slightly in his face. He looks more intense than you’ve ever seen him when he’s doing a sketch. It’s a bit of an ego boost, if you’re being honest.

When he’s done, around thirty minutes later, he moves to lie down in his bed next to you, handing you the sketchbook, “I hope this one is more to your liking, my muse,” he teases.

You open it and gasp. You always knew he was talented, but this? This is something else. And the way he’s drawn you makes you feel like you’re the most beautiful person to have ever walked the earth. You look at him, smiling, a little shy now.

“Aw, don’t get all coy on me now,” he teases, “You were acting like a little minx when we started.”

“Is this really how you see me?” you ask, rolling over to straddle him, carefully setting his book on his side table, “I mean, I-”

He nods, moving his hands to hold your thighs, pulling you closer to him, “Yeah. It is.”

You lean down and kiss him, moving your hands to run through his hair. He moans into your mouth, moving his hands to squeeze your ass as you grind yourself against him.

“Gotta let me get out of these clothes, babe.”

You move off of him for a second and let him stand up to ditch his clothes, each article that comes off revealing more of him to you. You smile at him, staring in admiration.

“I think you’re beautiful too, X.”

He moves to lie down beside you, facing you, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

He lifts your leg to drape it over his and looks at you questioningly, “You’re okay if I-”

You nod, “Enid took me to get a refill on my birth control. It’s fine. And I’ve been wet the whole fucking time you were sketching me, so do us both a favor and skip the foreplay,” you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and whisper, “I need you inside of me right now.”

He nods eagerly and slides into you, making you moan at the way he fills you up. He stays there for a moment, completely still, reveling in how warm you wet you feel around him.

“X, baby,” you plead, taking his face in your hands, “Please? Move?”

He nods, pulling you closer and bucking his hips into yours, going even deeper, still laying beside you. You haven’t fucked in this position before, but you love the intimacy of it and you know he does too. He watches you intently, loving each expression you make, the sound of each of your pants and whines of his name.

He sets a faster pace, holding your leg in place on top of his and fucking into you like he’ll never get to touch you again. Each time, it feels like he’s fucking you harder, faster, deeper than the thrust before. He moves his hand from your leg to rub your clit, making you whine at the sensation. It’s almost too much, but at the same time, it’s never enough.

“Tell me you love me,” he whispers, “Tell me what I do to you.”

“I love you,” you somehow manage to say as his long cock slams into you, “You make me feel like we’re the only two people in the world.”

Xavier kisses you, continuing to rub your clit and thrust into you, making you cry out his name as he brings you closer to the edge. You feel a burning heat in your stomach and know you’re close, your body clenching around him.

“Come for me, Y/N,” he murmurs.

And with one last thrust, he has you screaming his name; you feel every part of your body is on fire and the only thing that can help is him.

He fucks you through your high, only pulling out to spill himself onto the bed.

Xavier presses a kiss to your forehead, smiling at you, “That was amazing. You were amazing.”

You press a kiss to his chest, where his heart is, “I love you, X. More than I ever thought I could ever love a person.”

He rests his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes, “Is it weird if I tell you that you’re kind of my best friend?”

You grin at him, “No. Because you’re my best friend too.”

You roll on top of him, laughing to yourself, making Xavier ask, “What’s so funny?”

“We should reenact the car scene next time. You know? When Leo’s hand is in the window and it’s all steamy-”

You feel him harden again against your leg, “Babe,” he grins, “The night’s still young. Let’s find a car.”