Frustration Leads To Confessions. (x.t)

High Infidelity

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

Summary: chase two girls, lose The 1

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

Word Count: 0.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Wrong Merch

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

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

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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.

An xavier x reader where Xavier's eating reader out and yes purposefully making as much lewd sucking and slurping noises so he can make her overly flustered

so basically xavier giving head? bet.

we’ve all agreed that he loves giving head right?

bc yes. Yes he does

has the perfect mouth for it too

unlike other white men he actually has Lips, and uses them to advantage

loves to lightly suck on your clit while tracing your name right on top of it

xavier definitely loves to make you embarrassed

he’ll finger you until you’re practically leaking onto the bedsheets

to the point where every time he slides his finger back in, your wet pussy makes noises

“you hear that?” he’ll ask you, his green eyes almost completely blown out.

“your pussy’s talkin to me, babe.”

he loves to put his entire mouth over your pussy, shove his tongue in your hole and shake his head side to side

it turns you on so much you trap his head between your legs

likes to draw pussy-eating out, so he’ll always be kissing at your thighs or up your tummy

lowkey is the type of freak to have his thumb in your ass while he’s eating you out

really likes it when you ride his face

he wants his entire face to be soaked in your juices

like he’ll literally drag his nose up your pussy and try to make you squirt on his cheeks

just wants to be messily covered in whatever you give to him

would find it rlly hot if u snapped a pic of him eating it out and made it ur home screen

Daniel Ricciardo

Instagram AU below the cut in honor of stage coach

DR x reader 

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

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Hi I read your mean friend fic and I’m in love with it! Do u think u can do one with crybaby!reader and Mattheo where he is mad because something happened at work and he blows up on her but she was extra sensitive that day, but it dosent catch his attention til later and it ends with fluff! Sorry for making the request so long anyway have a good day❤️!

Extra sensitive~ mattheo riddle

“10% or nothing. Take it or leave it.” Mattheo said sternly into the phone. If there’s one thing about him, it’s that he absolutely hated people that went against his demands.

“This is ridiculous! I worked day and night just for a lousy ten percent-” the man began rambling before mattheo irritably hung up the phone.

He sighed before looking down at his watch. 9:30pm. He stood up from his desk and collected his coat along with his keys and wallet.

He walked out the building swearing underneath his breath till he reached the car. He started the engine before slamming the door with enough force to make the car jolt.

A few minutes later he was met with a packed freeway due to many cars trying to get home for the holidays. “Jesus fucking Christ” he cursed trying to maintain his temper.

He finally made it home much to your excitement, as you came running down the stairs. “Mattheo your back! Look!” You exclaimed pointing towards the sink.

You turned the knob back and forth with a grin on your face. “Me and Theodore fixed it when you were at work!” You said with a proud smile. Before mattheo left the sink was not running as much water as it was usually, so you decided to ask Theodore to help you fix it before he comes home .

You only thought of it as a sweet gesture but mattheo didn’t. You being a bit oblivious to the light hearted compliments Theodore gave you made mattheo absolutely crazy. “So he was here? With you? Alone?” He asked you with a glare.

You let out a giggle with a confused head tilt. “I mean yeah you were at work, why?” You asked softly as your smile slowly vanished when you noticed his facial expressions turn angrier.

“Why? Because he fucking likes you y/n!” He exclaimed making your eyes widen. “No he doesn’t! He was just being nice” you tried to defend the boy making mattheo groan.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me y/n, you really don’t think that he likes you? The kisses on the cheek, the hugs around your waist, and i have to come home to you telling me that you’ve been home alone with him?!”

“I didn’t know, I’m sorry” you said cowering behind the counter. He scoffed once again. “Of course you didn’t know, your too stupid to figure anything out” he spat as a few tears began flooding down your cheeks.

You whimpered before quickly walking out of the kitchen. He sighed running his fingers through his hair as the guilt began to seep in.

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“Bunny?” He called out for you in a soft tone. “Go ‘way!” You said through your quiet sobs as you constantly wiped tears off your face.

“Cmon out for me bunny please?” He asked you softly slowly peeling the fluffy pink blanket off your huddled figure.

“Your so mean sometimes” you mumbled looking away from him. “I know baby daddy’s sorry mkay?” He apologized before stroking your cheek as gently as someone would touch a ancient statue.

You loved how he cared for you even in bad moments like these. You couldn’t help but lean into his large comforting hand.

He placed a kiss on top of your head before pulling you into his lap despite all your squirming and whining, strong arms bound tight around you as he presses a succession of kisses to your neck and face.

“ ‘u forgive me now princess?” He cooed at you making you huff in defeat. You curled into his lap hiding your face in his chest before nodding with a whimper.

“How ‘bout tomorrow we make some of those little paper snowflakes that you love so much since daddy was such a meanie today hm?” He suggested causing you to perk up.

“Can we make Christmas cards too?” You said looking up into his eyes. He sighed playfully before nodding and gliding his hand over your hair making you hum in content.

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝<3

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

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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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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. 

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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!