Please Xavier Simping Hardcore Over Nevermore’s Princess. She’s The Epitome Of Perfection In Everyone’s

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 ).

Please Xavier Simping Hardcore Over Nevermore’s Princess. She’s The Epitome Of Perfection In Everyone’s

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.

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.”

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formulaangel55

2 years ago

Hello!

If you're still taking requests, could I ask for a Xavier x reader [from Wednesday] where the reader is Wednesday's sister who's intimidating as her but not as stone-faced and after the whole Tyler situation he asks her out when Wednesday and Enid help her to get reader. they both meet at the their location and that escalates to something more

Thank you🙌

Set Up From the Start

Xavier Thorpe x Addams! Reader (no gendered pronouns) | wenclair | mention of yoko x divina

“Hey, uh, Wennie, Xavier wants to talk with you? Yoko texted me that Bianca texted her to say that Ajax texted the Nightshades that Xavier texted him that he was looking for you. Whew, high-key having a headache reading that,” Enid said from her bed. Wednesday, in her typical deadpan fashion, stalked over to her girlfriend and read the string of texts for herself, furrowing her eyebrows.

“What does he want now?” she grumbled.

“I think you should text him that yourself. You do still have his number, right?”

The goth gingerly extracted a device from her desk drawer like it was going to bite. Usually she would get bitten for fun.

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w.a. <What is it that you need from me, Xavier?

x.t. <dont kill me for this but i wanted to ask about (name) and if you could set us up

read

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“He wants to know about (name).”

“Isn’t that supposed to be good? Like, at least he doesn’t find (name) terrifying,” Enid reasoned. Wednesday grimaced.

“(name)’s too good for him. And my sibling is more terrible than I am, being able to show affection and tolerate color to an extent,” she argued.

“I get you wanna gatekeep (name), I mean, I would too if I had a partner in crime to bully my brothers. But, like, you should at least let give Xavier a chance. Please? For me?” Enid flashed off her puppy eyes. The monochrome girl glowered.

“Fine.”

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x.t. <wednesday

x.t. <hello??

x.t. <oh god please dont be trying to find a way to break into my dorm and smother me in my sleep

w.a. <I’ve already done the former, but the latter’s the first good idea I’ve heard from you.

x.t. <scuse me what-

w.a. <Weathervane next Saturday afternoon. Don’t be late, or I will break into your dorm again and smother you in your sleep.

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> saturday morning

“(name)!” Enid calls out from the other side of the quad. You turned towards her expectantly.

“Yes?” The blonde runs over, highlighted hair bouncing.

“Can you like, be at the Weathervane for lunch time? Cuz Wen kinda needs someone to monitor the cafe or something and she won’t be able to make it,” she explains in one breath. You make a confused face.

“Why specifically at lunch time?” you ask. “I mean, it’s not a problem. But lunch on Saturday is very particular.” Enid freaks out and starts improvising.

“Uh… because… me and your sister are going on a date… at- we’re foraging for poisonous mushrooms in the forest.”

You narrow your eyes.

“Alright. Tell Wednesday that she owes me a one-on-one torture session with Pugsley though.”

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You sit in the back booth of the Weathervane, eyes darting around the cafe to search for any suspicious persons. It seems to be a normal Saturday, and nobody approaches you. Well, until everyone’s favorite false monster slides into the seat across from you and smiles. You flash one back mockingly.

“Thorpe. What do you want?” It was more a demand than a question. Xavier grins, blushing slightly.

“Nothing. Just didn’t take you as a cafe person,” he responds awkwardly.

“I’m not. I’m only here to keep watch for my sister while Enid makes out with her in the forest.”

“Well, I know a thing or two about suspicious body language.” He winks. “Mind if I stay?”

“I suppose not. After all, the more the merrier. Or as my family would say, the scarier.”

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Enid giggles in excitement when she sees you give a slight smile to Xavier. The girlfriends are hiding behind a pickup truck parked across the street from the cafe. Wednesday rolls her eyes despite having a smirk painted on her face. At least this might prove to be more fruitful than Yoko and Divina, who were still dancing around each other for who knew how long.

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formulaangel55

2 years ago

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?”

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formulaangel55

2 years ago

Everything alright?

Xavier Thorpe x reader

Genre; angst, fluff at the end

Warnings; alcohol and drug mentions

Summary: Since Wednesday has arrived, your boyfriend has been getting distant.

[NOT PROOFREAD]

Distant. That’s a word you would used to describe your relationship at the moment. Every since the Addams kid arrived, Xavier has been acting weird; He’s been acting cold and distant towards you. Have you done something recently? Does he want to break up? Does he like her now?

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask your best friend, Divina. “No, you did nothing wrong. Xavier is just being an asshole!” “I just don’t know what to do, Div. Every time I try to talk to him about it, he freezes up and walks away!” Your head rolls back in annoyance of how he is acting. “Let’s go do something!” “Like what?” “Yoko is having a party in her dorm, we should go! Get your mind off of him, he’s just a waste of your time.” “I guess you may be right. Okay, we can go.” You smile at her, and she smiles back at you. “If he is there, just ignore him. It’s only fair since he’s been ignoring you. To be honest, you won’t stop talking about him, it’s kind of annoying.” You roll your eyes back at her, “okay,” you smile at her.

You both walk out the door, walking to Yoko’s room. Once you both walk in, there are so many people there. Some people were up partying, some were just talking to each other, some were drinking alcohol and smoking pot in the corner. “So glad you could make it, guys!” Yoko came up to you both. “Of course, wouldn’t miss it for the world babe.” They peck each other on the lips. “Have you seen Xavier anywhere?” “No, last time I heard, he is probably obsessing about Wednesday somewhere!” Oh. “Don’t worry about it, ‘y/n’ he isn’t worth your time.” You walk over to the group that has all the drugs. You sit next to Kent on the floor as he inhales the pot into his throat. He looks at you, offering you some. You accept, bring it to your mouth. Inhaling in your lungs, the smoke exhaling from your mouth. “This is good, where did you get it?” You ask Kent. He points over to Ajax dancing with Enid. “Ajax.” “Makes sense, I guess.”

“You wanna dance?” He shrugs, he gets up with you, walking into the crowd. You both stand there looking at each other awkwardly. Your bodies start to move next to each other. Opening your eyes, making eye contact with Xavier. He looks at you pissed. He walks over to you. “What do you think your doing?” “Dancing. What does it look like?” “With him? I’m your boyfriend!” “Last time I checked you were too busy for me.” He grabs your arm walking over to the door. “So this is what this is about? You’re upset I haven’t been giving you enough attention?”

“No. I’m upset, that my boyfriend is being an asshole and won’t tell me what’s wrong.” He shakes his head at you, confused. “What are you talking about?” “You know what I’m talking about. Every since Wednesday has gotten here, you’ve been distant. Do you not like me anymore?”

He just stares at you shocked, of course he likes you. He loves you. “I think I just got my answer.” You walk out the door, about to head to your dorm. “Y/n, of course I like you! I love you so much baby!” You turn back around towards him. “Why have you’ve been so distant then?” “I’ve been having these nightmares about this monster, and Wednesday knows about the monster. She is helping me try to figure out what the monster is. I would never cheat on you, I promise!”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” He looks at the ground back to you. “I don’t know, I guess I was a little embarrassed of what you would think.” “Well please come talk to me if this stuff is happening again. I’m here for you.” You say to him, you hold his face in your hands. “I love you Xavier, and I wouldn’t judge you for this type of thing!” You lean your head towards his. He leans his head on yours, “I love you too.”

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formulaangel55

2 years ago

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.

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formulaangel55

2 years ago

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.

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formulaangel55

2 years ago

I have been turned into a marcus Armstrong girlie

Would you have any Spicier (M4F) audios for him??

You did ask for spicier and I'll try to give you my spiciest. Congrats to this man for his win today.

I Have Been Turned Into A Marcus Armstrong Girlie

[M4F] [script fill] Study break

[Mdom] [college] [18+] [library crushes to lovers] [nerdy girl] [caught listening to GWA] so [condescending] [daddy] makes you [sit on his lap] and [fucks you on the table] [against your books] in [semi-public] [creampie] with lots of [good girl]’s plus [babygirl]

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formulaangel55

2 years ago

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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formulaangel55

2 years ago

Don't Make Me Say It Again. (x.t)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Addams!Reader

Summary: blurb! xavier is close to snapping when you don't realize what he has been hinting.

Warnings: mutual pining, fluff

a/n: okay, another one before i go torture myself in actually reading my textbook that i haven't picked up in weeks.

masterlist

“Shouldn’t you be with your sister?” Xavier questioned as you tied on your apron.

“No, she wanted to work at pilgrim world for some odd reason. I would rather die than dress up as a colonist,” you informed the boy.

“That doesn’t surprise me.”

“Hey, Y/N! Need a hand?” Tyler called out from behind the counter as you and Xavier cleaned the tables.

“Already got one,” you replied back pointing to Thing wiping the table.

“I thought I told you and your sister that he was bad news,” Xavier whispered to you as he reached over to grab a mug on your side of the table.

“Twice actually, but I couldn’t care less about him. Wait. Enlighten me,” you turned to face him.

That was when you noticed how close you two actually were. Though you were standing around a foot away from each other, it was concerning how he seemed to step closer to talk.

“It happened last Outreach Day. I was working on a mural for the town then he and his friends come up and start attacking me. They destroyed the mural and left me with bruised ribs. People like him don’t like people like us,” he explained.

“Hm.”

“It’s not like you would care anyways, right?” Xavier scoffed walking off to the next table.

“It seems like he’s changed, quiter softer now, which is disappointing,” you admitted as you followed Xavier. “Why do you care so much if I talk to him though?”

“You’re kidding.”

“Why would I kid?” you blanked.

“Open your eyes, Y/N! I have been here on your side this entire time, and you still don’t get it?” Xavier snapped banging the table with the tub full of plates and mugs taking a step closer to you. “Sometimes it’s unbelievable how little empathy you have for others.”

“Xavier,” you breathed out taking a step back.

“I like you, Y/n. What do I have to do for you to see that?” he followed in taking a step closer.

“You know I don’t actually like Tyler, right? You might be an imbecile and infuriating but-” you hinted.

“Really know how to make a guy blush,” he let out a small laugh.

“It’s the attributes I like about you though,” you muttered under your breath.

“What was that?” he mocked.

“Don’t make me say it again,” you deadpanned looking down on the floor avoiding his gaze.

“No, I don’t think I heard you the first time,” he joked he lifted your chin with his hand. “What did you say?”

“I’m not saying it again.”

“You gonna let me kiss you?”

“Depends,” you answered.

He moved his hand from your chin to the back of your neck pulling you into a kiss. You found yourself kissing him back wrapping your arms around his neck. You could feel him smile into the kiss. You didn’t kow how long you to stayed there for until you heard a cough behind you.

“Seems like you’ve had fun working,” Wednesday said unimpressed as she pulled you away from Xavier. In which he just laughed as you tried to get your arm out of Wednesday’s grip.

"Wednesday, why do you always have to grab the same arm," you whined as she dragged you out.

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