Being Wednesdays Sister And Everybody Falling For You Pt1

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.

— WHEN THE PARTY’S OVER

xavier thorpe x reader

reader is a witch!

— Xavier Thorpe found himself standing in the corner of Calcifer Hall where the infamous on campus parties held by the one and only Gargoyle — Ajax Petropolus had always taken place. Party life was no longer the one for him after his messy breakup with the resident queen bee herself.

Hand holding onto the red solo cup, Xavier found his eyes gradually glancing towards one of Nevermore’s certified royalty, You. There you were underneath the rainbow LED lights dancing to a generic party song along side Enid Sinclair — the extrovert of all extroverts.

As the party died down you found yourself making your way towards the balcony. Moonshine above you as u sat on the stone ledge, opening a can of dollar store beer for yourself. “Now what is Salem’s princess doing alone out here? Oh my god, and she’s drinking cheap beer too?” , Xavier faked gasped. “Please, cheap beer happens to be good beer.” , you laughed out shifting to the side to allow space for him to sit.

“So.. what brings you out here magic man?” , you smiled and said out to him. “Oh, Enid vomited on Wednesday and I would rather die than smell the odour of pure gluttony.” gagged the boy and you laughed. God your laugh, to Xavier, hearing u speak and even laugh makes him feel euphoric. Everyday he told the stars that it should’ve been you who he met first instead of that cunning siren.

The both of you now sitting in silence under nothing but the dim starry night with muffled Pitbull songs in the background from the party. “I heard you liked arts, is that right Xavier?” , you began. “I do, it makes me get over things.” the boy replied. “Can i see your art?”, you replied eagerly as Xavier pulled out a small sketchbook from the back pockets of his jeans, flipping through it revealing all of his various sketches from lakes, flowers and animals.

In an instance a piece of paper flew out, it was all too familiar — it was you. “Wait I can explain” , he panicked, but instead a finger flew to his mouth asking him to shush. “This is so cute! Does magic man have a crush on me or what?” you giggled out as he shot a glare. “Let me do u a favour Xavier.” and in an instance your lips were on his gently as you laughed out “i like you too you know.”

A pair of lovers on top of the balcony’s ledge indulging themselves into what was called the purest form of love.

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the princess and the hangman pt. 2

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader

part two of the princess and the hangman! catch part 1 here. 

you and hangman have a plan to keep your true feelings from the gang, but will it work? 

“So we obviously can’t tell the guys about this, right?” Jake asks, pulling you against his chest. His hand rests against your hip, igniting your skin.

You can’t believe just 12 hours ago, the two of you were at each other’s throats, and now you’re laying next to the man. 

He definitely rocked your world. Not that you are going to admit it to him.

“No, we can’t,” you agree. “Can you imagine all the inflated egos, and ‘I told you so’s’?”

You roll over in his arms, taking in those green eyes. Jake stares down his nose at you. Leaning down, he places a sweet kiss on your lips. 

“What are we going to do?” you ask him between kisses. 

Jake shrugs, rolling you over. As he holds his weight over you, he attacks your neck with those intoxicating kisses. 

“I’d like to do you,” he whispers your ear. 

“Come on, Hangman, we need a plan.” Ignoring the way the innuendo makes your stomach flip. 

Jake gives in, rolling back to his side of the bed. “I don’t know what I like more, you calling me Hangman, or Jake.” He props his head up on his hand and grins at you.

“Jake, we need a plan. Now. Rooster knows I came over here last night.” 

Sighing, he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “Princess, it’s simple. We just dial up the hatred and act like nothing happened.” 

Princess. 

There was no trace of snark this time. Just pure tenderness. The change is so sudden, you can’t stop yourself from attacking the handsome man with kisses. 

~

Why the fuck is your car in the parking lot?

The text from Rooster comes right as you get into the elevator. Rather than responding, you hit your friend’s floor number to explain everything. There is no way you can lie to him, you are just going to have to let him in on the plan. 

Rooster’s apartment door swings open after your first knock, as if he knew you were going to be making a pit stop. 

He meets you with a shit-eating grin. “I thought for sure you were the only woman alive immune to Hangman’s ego, but you’re a sucker just like the rest of them.” 

You push past him and rush to his coffee pot. Expertly navigating his kitchen, you have a fresh cup of dark roast with the perfect amount of peppermint creamer in minutes. 

Rooster leans against his counter, and crosses his arms. The look he gives you says, “Start talking.” 

You spill your guts to the mustached-fighter-pilot, keeping most things G rated. “And now we are going to pretend we still hate each other.”

Rooster gives you an incredulous look. “Why?”

“Come on, Bradley. If everyone knew that Hangman was into me, I am sure there are bet pools. I’m not giving everyone the satisfaction.” You cross your arms across your chest. 

You’ve been around this crowd, and many others throughout your life. Fighter pilots all carry this air about them. 

For good reason, of course. You’re not about to go climb in an F-18. 

They would eat this up for years. 

~

Rooster leads you into the Hard Deck later that night. His eyes roam the crowd, looking for the blonde he was talking up the night before. He didn’t get her number, and wouldn’t shut up about it after he was satisfied with all the Hangman information. 

Speaking of…

You spot him at the pool table. He managed to talk Bob into playing a round with him, and it looked like Bob was loosing. Big time. 

Bob sees you coming over to them, and starts shaking his head vehemently. He motions to Jake behind his back, but you can’t make out what he’s trying to tell you.

“Hangman is on one tonight,” Phoenix says, lowly behind her beer. “He’s trying to warn you.” 

“Too bad I’m in the mood for some fun,” you tell her. 

“Taking him to the cleaners, Bob?” You say, making your presence known. You notice the subtle changes in the way Jake grips the pool cue when he hears you. 

Jake slowly brings his eyes up to meet yours, and the mischief in them makes your knees week. “He wishes.” 

“Oh yeah, I forgot your soooo good at pool.”

“I’m good at other things too, Princess.” Those green eyes sparkle under the bar lights, challenging you. The way he says your nickname is full of disdain again. “Too good to be true, even.” 

You don’t know how you’re going to be able to keep up the facade after last night. Silly you thought this was going to be easy. Easy to fall back into that same cat and mouse routine. 

Now, all you want him to do is pull you outside and make out with you in his old as dirt truck. 

“Does that work on the other girls?” you ask. 

Jake lines up the cue ball with the eight ball, not taking his eyes off yours. “Left pocket, Bob.” He effortlessly hits the cue into the eight and it falls right where Jake wanted it too. “You tell me.” 

Jake stands to his full six feet and towers over you. 

“Here we go,” Coyote murmurs. 

“Why don’t you go get me a beer, Princess, then you can take me in a round.” The wink he gives you is almost enough to throw this whole plan out the window and just the gang know you slept together. 

“Last time I checked, Princesses don’t get peasants drinks.” You give Jake your best smirk, raising your brows in a challenge. Bob, Coyote, and Phoenix are watching the showdown like it’s Wimbledon. You take the cue from Jake. 

“Rack ‘em, Bagman.”

“It’s Hangman, Princess.” 

“Like it matters.” 

Jake grabs his heart. “You’re killing me tonight.” 

Rooster appears out of nowhere, handing you a martini. He flashes you his phone, telling you he found the blonde and got her number. 

You take a sip of the drink, and the harsh liquid makes its way down your throat. “Thank you, Roos.” 

“If you win, I’ll buy you your beer,” you say, distancing yourself from the heat radiating off of him. 

Jake cocks an eyebrow. “Oh, sweetheart, I want more than that if I win.”

Your stomach flips at the way he’s looking at you. He is taking you in like you’re a cup a water and he’s been walking the desert for days. You took care in choosing your outfit tonight. You knew a tight olive green dress would drive him insane. 

Jake leans over the pool table to break the balls. Before he can make contact, you place your martini glass in front of the cue, Sweet Home Alabama style. 

“Where are your manners? Don’t you southern boys let the ladies go first?” 

“Pardon me, Princess. Let’s see what you got.” 

You were able to hold your own with him for a little bit, but Jake’s competitiveness shined bright. He couldn’t let you win. It wasn’t his style. He let you knock a few of your solids in, but he sunk all of his in one go.

“One more left.” 

“You never told me what you wanted if you win.” 

“Middle pocket.” He lines up his shot. Everyone leans in to get a better view, even though they all knew he was going to sink it. His green eyes meet yours. “You.” 

In one swift motion, he pulls the cue back and knocks the black ball in as easily as he did in his game against Bob. 

Nothing you can do will hide the blush on your face. Jake comes around the table and pulls your face to his. He covers your mouth in the most delicious kiss. 

“I fucking knew it!!” Coyote shouted. “I told y’all something happened!” 

“So much for the plan,” you murmur against Jake’s mouth. 

“I threw that plan out as soon as I saw you in this dress. I’m sick of all these guys’ eyes on you. They need to know you’re mine.” Jake brushes your mouth with another kiss. 

a/n: I hope y’all enjoy part 2 as much as part 1! school started back up for me, so I’ve been preoccupied getting my class ready, and lessons planned! leave me some requests in the comments, or in my ask. I think I have that set up correctly! 

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

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

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

Xavier Thorpe x Reader: Nevermore's Princess.

Words: 2201

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” He frowned. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded. “I’m free.”

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

first one [X.T.]

xavier thorpe x fem. reader

warning: swear words, glass cut+blood!

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

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

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

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

so the both of you decided to stop trying.

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

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

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

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

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

until the Rave'N Dance came near.

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

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

„oh, hey“

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

xavier nodded at that and turned fully towards you.

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

silence.

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

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

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

„oh, well..“

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

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

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

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

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

he looked at you surprised and looked at the clock.

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

„sht. not important.“

tyler raised his eyebrows.

„o..kay..?“

„go to the rave'n dance with me.“

you said in a rather demanding voice.

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

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

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

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it‘s friday. 6.59pm.

and tyler was there. on time.

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

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

you smiled at tyler and greeted him.

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

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

„y/n“

tyler said, making you hum.

„you look amazing“

you stopped walking and looked at him, smiling slightly.

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

you said and patted his shoulder.

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

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

he was struck at how beautiful you looked.

speechless.

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

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

and he was more than mad at himself for that.

tyler and you searched for a table to sit at.

„i‘m going to get us some drinks“

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

„oh my god, i‘m so sorry“

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

„let me do it, you‘ll hurt yourself“

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

xavier.

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

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

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

„let‘s go, let‘s get that cleaned up“

he said and helped you stand up.

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

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

it was open, showing drawings of…you?

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

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

„xav“

„hm?“

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

„why did you draw me?“

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

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

„xavier“

„y/n.“

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

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

„y/n, i—"

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

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

„y/n“

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

„it‘s because i like you!“

he interrupted you.

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

you blinked. wow.

„xavier“

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

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

„y/n, i-"

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

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

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

and you were so happy, it started snowing outside.

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

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

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

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

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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

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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.

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.”

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