Hello!

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

THIS EDIT OF ETHAN THO–🥵🧎🏻‍♀️

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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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.”

summary Xavier's mad when he finds out you ventured in the woods once again in search of the monster but it quickly turns to worry when he realizes you got hurt.

tags f!reader, Enid and reader are roommates instead, Wednesday plays minor role

word count 1325

a/n I can't be the only simp sooo… enjoy this? I've got other stuff u write about too !! @dearhargrove & @tatesdiary 💓

"I have a bad feeling about this," Enid worries, her voice shaky. You huff, "Either we find it or more people get hurt. You choose," you look at her over your shoulder, expecting it when she bites her lip and looks away.

Tyler sighs, "I agree, though. We should call the Sheriff-" Wednesday interrupts him, "And get me expelled? If Goody was right I have to stay," she says it in the usual emotionless tone of hers and you laugh a little at Tyler's perplexed expression.

"If the monster was here we'd have heard it by now, it's not exactly quiet," they all turn to you with different looks - Wednesday looks the tiniest bit relieved and the other two either want to strangle you or are contemplating just doing it.

You shrug and grin sheepishly before following after the black haired girl, who had picked the lock by now. Your torch and the full moon bathe everything in a warm glow and you depart from the rest as Wednesday suggested.

"You go with her," Enid looks torn but listens and quickly goes after the other girl.

"Tyler?" You call but don't get an answer. With a sigh and an eye roll you decide to check the cellar out first. While making your way downstairs you sigh, Xavier would be super mad if he found out you'd gone with Wednesday again.

In his short visions he'd seen the girl before - which in turn had made you jealous until you found out he saw the monster as well - and she was always causing trouble or disregarding other people.

When you decided to become friends with her (or whatever her definition of that was) you didn't have a bad feeling, and your intuition was really good. Which is why you steered clear of Tyler as much as possible.

Behind that normie barista facade he had was definitely something darker, that he didn't show anyone. You had told Xavier when he became suspicious of how much time you were spending around him, explaining it was only to find out what he was hiding.

Shaking your head to focus on the task at hand you search for something to turn the light on, seeing as Wednesday had managed to turn some flickering LEDs on earlier, too.

What you find shocks you; Tyler was standing there, focused on something as he slowly grew, his eyes bulging out and his teeth becoming sharp.

Shocked, your torch falls and his attention falls on you. His - or the monsters? - eyes grow even wider but before you can flee he snarls and moves forward in one quick, big step.

You try running back up the stairs but his claws manage to tear into your back, making you yelp and fall the three steps back down. You painfully land on your front but get up again, putting the numbing pain aside.

"Endi! Wednesday!" You scream, trying to kick him in the face. He grabs your ankle and another three scratches tear through your skin.

You nearly black out from the pain when you're pulled away and up the stairs. The monster - or Tyler - doesn't fit through the doorway, meaning you're safe for long enough to run away (or in your case hobble).

"What the fuck happened?" Enid cries and you heave, "Tyler. Tyler is the Hyde!" Wednesday stops in shock and you cough, "We have to go!"

She manages to grasp herself fast enough and with your focus being on the retreating house you don't see the figure running towards you. Someone calls your name and it's so familiar- "Xavier?" You make eye contact when he stops in front of you, not having seen the wounds on your back yet.

"I told you not to go here again! You're gonna get yourself hurt," he scolded but you just fell into his arms. The two girls are urging you to run but all you think about is that he's here and you're safe.

You're crying without realizing it, sobbing in his embrace while he just holds you. Not more than a few seconds pass and you're picked up, your boyfriend carrying you the rest of the way.

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When you wake up it's in your bed, thick bandages wrapped around your torso and ankle. Groaning you look around, "Xavier," you manage to croak out. He looks a little startled but then smiles, "Morning, baby," you smile at that.

"What happened to Tyler?" You inquire and he sighs, "Why do you still care about him?" You shake your head and play with his fingers. "I don't. Told you I had a bad feeling, but Wednesday seemed pretty shocked." He nods and brushes a hand through his long hair, "It's parents weekend so her family is here anyway, she's fine now."

You nod and sigh, "I should probably listen to you more," he chuckles but agrees, "Definitely."

Nevertheless, it earns him a slap on his hand.

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You're up and walking only a day later (which none of your friends approve of, but you would've gone crazy staying inside of your bedroom any longer). As always your family didn't visit, same as with Xavier. You both stay with Ajax and his family - as you do every year.

"Oh (y/n), what happened to you?" Ajax' mother asks when she sees the white of the bandages peek out under your (read: Xavier's) sweater. "Ah, uhm… it's nothing, really," you try but both of your friends roll their eyes, Ajax quickly filling them in on what happened.

Xavier laughs silently when the family lecturing you about doing dangerous stuff like that, but takes your hand under the table and smiles at you.

It's after breakfast that Morticia Addams approaches you. She's wearing a beautiful black dress that fits her perfectly and her dark lipstick highlights her small smile. "(y/n)?" She asks and you nod, nervously looking behind to see your boyfriend helping clean up the table.

"Don't worry I'm just here to thank you," she explains with an amused edge in her voice. That confused you - why would she thank you? "Wednesday seems to like you. I'm glad she's made friends, especially with someone who accepts going on her little missions, no matter how risky and dumb." You fluster and avoid eye contact, knowing just how stupid it was to go there alone.

"Anyway, I'm hoping you have a quick recovery," she says earnestly and pats your shoulder.

"Also, I think your boyfriend over there-" she sends a discreet look to Xavier who stopped cleaning and stares at you and the woman, not wavering in his stance as he catches you looking, "-will go into cardiac arrest if you worry him like that again. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about," she muses and looks at her husband, sharing some of the snacks with Wednesday's little brother.

This makes you chuckle, "I know. He was mad the first three days and only calmed down when I threatened to ban him from my room," she laughed as well and then he's coming up next to you, one hand on your lower back.

It's a silent question of what you were talking about and whether you were doing fine, "Take care of her, I have a feeling she's just as adventurous as my Wednesday," the tall woman says before bidding you two goodbye.

You're left sulking, "I can take care of myself," he laughs and presses a kiss to your forehead. "I can see that."

He earns himself a slap on his chest and an insulted glare.

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.

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.

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! 

˗ˏˋ SNOW ANGELS ˎˊ˗

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—————

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

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

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

"yn."

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

"your snow angel is pretty."

"you're pretty," they replied.