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brightjimini · 1 year

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High up in the tower

Xavier Thorpe x reader

The sirens song reaches y/n later than other students..

Warnings: reader gets hurt and spoilers for ep 8. (Havent really checked the spelling yet.)

word count: 1.2K

masterlist (from this wannabe writer)

A/N: I love Xavier in the show. I love the whole show. But he has a special place in my heart. I actually was supposed to post a Burce Wayne fic today.. but I got distracted by the show. Sooo I had to write something for this character. Let me know you thought!

The only thing that was going through my mind was that there was danger. What kind of danger? I didn't know, and the fear that clouded my mind did not allow any time to think rationally. I just had to get out of the school.

The problem was that my tiny single room was in one of the highest towers at Nevermore. I hurried down the steps as fast as I could. Nothing else mattered to me, I just had to get out. A tiny voice in the back of my head screamed at me that something was wrong. This did not feel natural. But my body did not listen.

The sounds of screams and footsteps could be heard echoing through the halls. I finally made it downstairs. Another sound reached my ears. A deep shout echoed through the halls of the ground floor. “-you abominations from this earth!” As far as I could see the hall that I was running through was empty and the angry screams came from somewhere by the fountain.

I just made it past one of the open windows when from the corner of my eye a sudden bright light came closer. The fear I felt was not unnatural anymore and as I put one of my arms up in instinct my body lifted off the ground and I was slammed against the stone wall.

There was a ringing in my head. Everything felt too hot and some places on my body were very painful. Without realizing it I had opened my eyes. It took a while for my eyes to get used to everything and be able to concentrate on something. That something being a boy with long blond hair and pale skin. He was kneeling over me. His mouth was moving but I could not hear what he said.

My brain was foggy and it felt like every sense was coming in too late. The air smelled burnt and when I felt something pressing against my back I realized it was the hand of the boy. That I still could not recognize.

Another man's face came into my line of sight. He looked older and had shorter blond hair. At least that is what I thought because there wasn't that much light. My body was picked up off the ground. There was something familiar about the younger boy. His name was on the tip of my tongue. Blue and red lights illuminated his neck and jaw. Before I could come up with his name my eyes closed and everything went silent.

The smell of lavender, cheap soap and antiseptic is the first thing I noticed when I slowly started to gain consciousness. With a little bit of effort I opened my eyes. Light streamed into the room from a window at my left. I heard footsteps coming down a hall towards the room I was in. I was in a giant hospital bed. The walls were an ugly light turquoise color. My upper body laid down against surprisingly soft pillows. So that I could clearly see what was happening around me. The door in the right corner opened.

“Xavier?” My voice sounded very different than normal. My throat was dry and my voice cracked in the middle of his name. He hurried towards me and sat down on a stool that was next to my bed. My eyes found the source of the lavender smell. A bouquet of lavender was on the plastic table next to get well soon cards, a pot of honey and a black book.

“You told me the smell calms you down. Everyone sent you something even Wednesday.”

I smiled at the kindness and looked back at Xavier, he was wearing his uniform, but without the blue and black striped blazer. Instead he wore a vest on top of it. I looked back at his eyes. He had a worried expression on his face and my smile dropped.

“What happened?” I asked. That seemed to bring him back out of his thoughts. He reached for a water pitcher and poured some water in a plastic cup and handed it to me. While I was taking a few sips he kinda filled me in on what happened. A crazy man from the past came back from the dead to kill all the outcasts. The sirens had used their song to get everyone out. But because my room was high up in one of the towers it probably reached me a little later. He didn't tell me every detail, but promised he would when I was healed enough.

Almost my entire right arm was covered in white bandages from the burns. A part of my hair was also burned. I had a concussion and a few other little wounds and bruises.

Xavier had found me in the hall after the crazy pilgrim was killed by Wednesday. I did not remember that part but I was conscious. I only had images in my head that were blue and red. Sadly Principal Weems was killed. He stopped explaining what happened at that point.

“I should probably let you rest now, your parents are coming later today. Everyone is going home tomorrow.” He said. “They- The rest of the semester is canceled. After, you know everything..” His shoulders dropped and he leaned his head against the bed.

It was silent for a while. The only thing I could hear were people passing the room we were in. Carefully I lifted my right arm and stroked his long hair. “Thank you.” I said after a while. The water had helped a little. He softly grabbed my hand and sat up. That is when I noticed the tears in his eyes.

“I thought you died.” The pain in his voice was clear. I did not know how to respond to that.

It seemed like he also did not expect one because he said: “I like you- I don't know- maybe even love you. But when I saw you laying there the only thing that was going through my mind was-” He took a deep breath and wiped a few of his tears away. I felt my own eyes water.

“I was just praying that you werent.” He coughed and his grip on my hand tightened. I didn't even notice the slight pain that went up my arm.

I was used to trying to lighten painful moments with my dumb humor. So the first thing that came out was.

“Well i'm glad that I'm not.” smiling at him. Xavier let out a laugh and wiped the rest of his tears away.

“But- yeah.. I like you too.” My voice suddenly more timid and shy. I had never confessed my feelings for someone. He leaned closer to the bed and pressed a kiss to my hand. And clutched it between both of his hands.

I forgot that we were in a public space for a moment and the door of the room opened. Xavier and I both looked as a nurse with a clipboard walked in. Her eyes went from him to me and again from him to me.

“I told you to call out when she woke up.”

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yourmidnightlover · 1 year

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experimental

pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: due to an influx of female students, you are roomed with xavier thorpe as a sort of experiment. what happens when you become plagued with a frightening nightmare?

warnings: kinda enemies to sorta lovers, cuddling bc duh, there are some things that aren't answered or brought back up so i guess there's a possibility for a part 2 that gets... intimate??

a/n: it’s a cliche and i’m a sucker for it. we're gonna pretend weems never died bc that was a disgrace.

when you found out you would be paired with a guy you thought maybe that meant more storage space for yourself, maybe even you’d get some nice eye candy to look at. but nope. you got xavier thorpe. respectively, he is nice to look at, but he’s also a total jerk.

it started when you first got to nevermore a year ago, before the murders happened. you had been partnered with him on a few projects and he consistently ignored you when you tried to spark a conversation. each opinion you asked him for, he always gave you the shortest answer possible.

you don't think he knows of your involvement with the hyde. you knew of his involvements and interactions, the accusations. you were best friends with enid before wednesday came along. admiring the way wednesday and enid had some sort of magnetic connection, you gave them some space for whatever they had.

what you didn't expect was for her to call for your help the night of the attack. with your ability to manipulate nature, you would be quite a big help in a forest. neither you nor enid could anticipate the ricochet of a tree ripped from its roots being thrown at enid. luckily, you got there in time to knock enid out of the way. unfortunately that meant that you got hit by the tree, rendering you unconscious and in a coma for weeks until weems announced the early ending of the semester.

that night still haunts you in dreams, somtimes while you're still awake when it's been a long day.

regardless, you thought he was petty and maybe just a douche but what tipped you over the edge was when you heard him making fun of you with a few of his friends.

“she just keeps trying to talk to me!” there was no emotion other than frustration that you could detect in his voice. the people surrounding him began laughing. “is it not completely obvious as to why i’ve been ignoring her?” you heard the venom in his scoff, and you became happy his back was turned to you, sure that the look on his face was nothing but smug and smiley.

“dude, you’re screwed,” another person piped in with a laugh. you had heard enough. you swiftly walked away, sure not to disturb anything so you wouldn’t grab any attention.

as a result, you treated him as he first treated you. you gave him attitude, short answers, and on occasion some nasty looks.

when you saw xavier thorpe’s unwelcoming face as weems led you to your new room, you were beyond disappointed. you could tell he was too as his eyes widened before his brows rose in an obvious look of discomfort.

“welcome to your new home for the next semester, ms. y/l/n,” she pat your shoulder before leaving abruptly, allowing you to settle into the room.

“look,” you sighed as you heard her heels step down the hall. “i know this’ll be more than difficult for the both of us, so let’s just stay out of each others way as much as possible?”

he rose his hands in defense before nodding, “whatever you want,” he pressed his lips into a fine line.

you rolled your eyes before plopping your bags down beside the bed, letting yourself lay down on it. you could get through this. sure, you wouldn’t have a safe place to go to when you needed it. you wouldn’t have a quiet place to do homework. but you had a place to sleep and to shower and that was fine.

within a couple of weeks, you had made a schedule. you took into consideration his tendency to sleep in and stay out late. in spite of his best efforts, you did know about the art shed.

everyone knows he loves to draw and he doesn’t do it as often in his own room nor in an art room. sometimes he wouldn’t even come back at night, which meant he had to have another place to sleep.

one day, you may have gotten a bit worried as to where he was and simply watched which way he went into the woods. after searching for a short amount of time, you found the shed.

bathroom time:

6:00-7:00 ~ y/n

7:00-8:00 ~ xavier

7:00-8:00 ~ y/n

8:00-whenever ~ xavier

you proudly posted the schedule on the window where he often tapes up a few of his pieces, that way he was sure to see it. it wasn't you trying to be snooty and righteous, it was merely just so you could avoid any awkward interactions.

"seriously?" he scoffed late at night, or more in the morning. you sat up in your bed with a roan, making a noise to ask what he was talking about. "you made a fucking bathroom schedule?"

"it's-it's," you took a sip of water that sat by your bed before rubbing your eyes and checking the clock. 3:53. "it's just so we don't accidentally walk in while the other is showering and shit. basically, i can shower from those times and you can do the same."

"so you just want to dictate my life now?" he scoffed as you heard the rustling of clothes, probably his jacket being discarded.

"no, thorpe," you sighed as you threw your head back on the bed. this boy just wasn't getting it. "look, i took into consideration the fact that you like to sleep in. classes start at 8, so you can shower at 7:30 or whenever because you never wake up earlier than that," you sat back up once more and threw your blanket off of you. "and you stay out all night at that art shed of yours, which is fine! but since you're not even in here at 7 i figured it would be fine to just say that the bathroom is reserved during that time, alright?" you were angry now. it's been a while since you've gotten enough sleep, or uninterrupted sleep. and now he's ruined it.

"i didn't know you thought about that," you were able to make out his figure sitting down on the bed. "sorry," he said it so quietly it was almost as if he didn't want you to hear.

"just turn on the light," you instructed him. "i'm not gonna get any sleep tonight anyway," you huffed before grabbing a book from your nightstand, flipping your lamp on to illuminate the room.

"look, i am sorry," he turned towards you with a soft face. "i know how hard it can be to actually get a good nights' sleep," when you made eye contact you didn't see a face of pity, but of understanding.

"it's fine," you turned to your bookmarked page and began reading, although you weren't really taking in any of the words on the page.

"i uhm-i visited you," he added as he now walked over to his desk, rummaging through his sketchbook. you looked up at him with a questioning face. "when you were hospitalized after everything. enid did too, but i just wanted to make sure that someone was there when you woke up."

"you weren't," you shook your head, your focus on the book now dead. "you weren't there when i woke up. nobody was there."

"i went to get something to eat," you heard the smile on his face. "it's so stupid. i missed you waking up because of food. but you hadn't woken up in weeks and nobody knew when you would. i figured i'd grab something and come back and just keep drawing or something while you sleep. but you were awake."

"i didn't think anyone really cared," you shrugged, looking down where your book lay closed.

"i'm sorry you were alone when you woke up, nobody should have to go through that," when you looked back up, he was at the foot of your bed with a sheet of paper. "this is one of the many drawings i made when you were asleep. you should have it."

it was one of you in a coma, but instead of a hospital bed you were in a field of flowers. the nose cannula was replaced with vines, flowers growing from each tendril. you even had a bouquet of flowers in your hand, a crown of them on your head. you didn't even look like you were dying, or close to it. you looked ethereal.

"wow."

"if it's too much, i-"

"no, no," you interrupted with a smile growing on your face. "i-i don't think i would have ever described myself as beautiful, but somehow that's the only word that comes to my mind when looking at this. thank you."

"thank you," he grasped the end of your bedframe before walking back to his own. "i think i'm gonna shower, keeping with the schedule and all."

you nodded, "alright," you were glad he walked away. he couldn't see the tears form or fall from your eyes.

you never went to sleep that night. you set the drawing beside your bed and attempted to continue your book, even when xavier got out of the shower. the last thing you wanted was to start to even remotely like the guy you've sworn to hate. if you can't protect your mind, all you can protect is your dignity at this point.

now, three weeks later, everything is going rather smoothly. the bathroom schedule is being kept and respected, your grades are looking good, no nightmares. the thing with your nightmares is that the longer you don't have one, the worse the next one might be. last time you went four weeks without a nightmare, you woke up screaming in a hot sweat. it had now been around six.

not even to mention the horror that would happen if xavier were actually in the room when it happened. you would be humiliated. he would probably yell it to the whole school, how scared you are.

you had been readying yourself. now supplied with essential oils, doing yoga, meditation, and many other fail-safes, you thought you were almost exempt from any sort of nightmare creeping up on you.

another thing you had started doing to help calm yourself was to go on runs. through a distinct path in the woods, the smell of pine and slight floral would calm you.

though, this run felt different. at a certain point, your body felt rigid. the stiffness in your muscles told you something was off on this run. the crunching of the leaves felt less like a welcome home and more like a warning.

after feeling like you were being followed, you turned around to see xavier walking out of his shed. you hadn't realized you were out that far. you stopped abruptly, laughing at yourself for being so afraid.

"god, you scraed me, thorpe," you held your hand over your heart as you took a deep breath.

"oh, sorry," he smiled as he made his way over to you. "what're you doing out here? i thought you'd be in the shower by now."

"wanted to clear my head, so... went on a run," he nodded in understanding. "you planning on coming back to the room to sleep tonight?"

"i guess we'll see," he smiled as he took a step closer to you. his hands found your waist, holding you softly as if you were fragile. maybe you were.

"i guess so," your arms were thrown over his shoulders as he began to lean down, his lips almost connecting with yours before you heard something behind him.

you stopped in the motions, looking behind him to see the hyde making angry steps towards you. you pushed xavier to the side and told him to run. as stupid as guys are, he decided to look behind him to see what was happening.

"xavier, go!" you urged him as you threw a gust of wind towards te hyde, one that would normally knock an army over. "it's not safe!"

"i'm not leaving you!" he stood by your side as the hyde began to launch objects towards you. he had terrible aim.

then, the moment came. a tree that had been uprooted, that would have knocked the hyde down, was now being hurtled your way. with the way it was travelling, it would hit you dead center.

xavier got in front of you, holding your shoulders, "you're alright, y/n! i'm here!"

"xavier!" your body jolted upwards in a panic, your limbs shaking.

when you finally regained your vision, you were met with a frantic xavier. his eyes were looking at you panicked, his hands cradling your waist and face.

"hey, you're okay," he was holding you so soft. you felt safe. "i'm right here, y/n," you realized you were sitting in your bed, him sitting where your legs weren't tangled.

you didn't realize the hot tears trailing down your face until xavier wiped them for you, "you were... you were gonna die. you stood in front of the-in front of me and it was-and we were," he guided your face into his neck as he brought you into a hug.

"it was a nightmare; you're safe now," he pressed a kiss to your hairline as you sobbed into his chest. arms wrapping around his middle, his own arms tightened on your body to make you feel more secure.

you sat there until the sobs subsided. xavier's hands began to trace your back. at some point, your legs became wrapped around his body with you in his lap. it wasn't in a sexual way. it was in a comforting, needing to be near to him kind of moment.

his smell was oddly comforting. it was a mix of the woods he was always in, paint, and sage. you were scared to close your eyes again, to see him being killed. maybe spending so much time with him has made you a bit fond of the guy. maybe more than fond...

"i'm scared, xavier," you sighed into his chest, clutching tighter to his shirt.

"i know you are," he pulled back to look at your disheveled state. "you wanna try to sleep together? i mean like-like in my bed with me. not like sleep together with like... yea. i wouldn't take advantage of you like that. i'm gonna shut up now," a blush washed over his face, turning it as red as you could see in the dim light.

"i would like to," you nodded as a smile creeped up on your face. "if that's alright?"

"of course, of course," his hands raked through your hair, smoothing it down from a probably incredibly messy state. "here, hold on tight," he gripped your thighs as he rose to his feet, walking over to his bedand sitting down.

you rolled over to the side of him and let him get underneath the covers before you followed suit. "can i-can we like... cuddle?"

"why else would i carry you all the way over here?" he opened his arms for you to roll into. you rested your head on his chest, your hands wrapping around his middle once again as his went around your shoulders.

you waited a beat before you fell asleep before admitting, "i think i like you," almost immediately succumbing to the frightful state of sleep

xavier waited until he heard your breath even out, "i've always liked you."

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i4thorpe · 1 year

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Y/n: you'll never shut up?

xavier: ajax?

ajax: well, acording to this science study named "xavier needs a kiss from y/n to shut up", he'll not.

xavier: you heard him. it's science.

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motionless-friction · 1 year

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Texting with Xavier, and you can't tell me otherwise.

( Might write about this on my writing profile @komotionlessqueenmm )

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thegreatestsandwich · 1 year

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I think it would be really cute if the reader goes to the dance with Xavier and before they enter, she quietly smoothes/fixes his tie because he couldn't do it perfectly the first time

I’d kiss you as the lights went down (Xavier Thorpe x f!reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x f!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: You were so ready for Rave'N dance that you even took the time to look at videos on how to tie a tie properly

Warning: FLUFF and the reader being a completly sweetheart that must be protected and loved by all of us

A/N: At this point, I want to love him as much as I love Namor

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

You were so ready for this dance, you even went out of your way to pick the perfect dress and watch several (more than fifty-seven hours’ worth of) videos of how to do the perfect make up. Enid still demanded to be in charge of it. How to do the perfect hairstyle. Enid still demanded to be in charge of it. How to be able to walk in heels and not kill yourself in the moment. Enid wasn’t able to help you with that.

You even casually invited your boyfriend to the dance as your date.

You finished gluing the letters you carefully cut from Enid’s magazines to your cardboard. It wasn’t perfect, in fact, it looked like one of those serial murderer’s notes they mail to their victims families. Even Wednesday highly praised you at your skills.

“If whatever you decided to do after finishing this hell doesn’t work, you have a great opportunity as a serial killer.” She emotionless stated as she fetched the aromatic salts from her desk, walking towards the passed-out Enid.

“You think he’ll say yes?” You asked her as Wednesday crouched and place the small vial on Enid’s nose. “What if he says no?”

Wednesday stared at you. “He is your boyfriend.”

“He could still say no, y’know?” You shrugged, placing the cardboard on Enid’s bed. “Xavier it’s kinda like a wildcard.”

“He says no and I will cut his dick off his body and feed it to my spiders.”

You smiled. “That’s the most compliment-thingy you had ever said to me.”

“Don’t push it.”

You began pacing inside of his room, the cardboard firmly against your chest as you practiced how to asked him to the dance.

“Baby, you’ve been walking in circles for the last,” He checked his watch. “fifteen minutes, what’s going on? Am I missing something?”

You ignored him, completely absorbed on your mind.

‘Would you go to the dance with me?’ No, too bland.

‘Oh Xavier, my beautiful and sexy boyfriend, would you give me he honor to accompany me to the gracious event that is the dance?’ No, that would increase his already huge ego.

Xavier sighed, throwing himself on his bed, his arms covering his arms. “Baby, c’mon, I invited you here so you could do the thing you do with your hands, the scratching on my head, I want to nap.”

‘Xavier, you, me, dance, yes?’ Possibly, simple, direct. But not quite yet.

“Baby, c’mooooon.” He groaned.

“Shhh, I’m thinking.” You responded, not stopping with your pace.

“You are giving me a headache, and not a cool one.” He said, his eyes following your movements, “What’s with the cardboard anyway?”

“Shh, I’m thinking hard.” You ignored his complains. Why couldn’t you think of a cool way to ask him out? Why man are so difficult?

‘Because they are stupid.’ The voice of Wednesday sounded inside of your head. You halted your pacing and Xavier sighed in relief…but it didn’t last as you began pacing again.

“Did something happened?” He asked you. “Just tell me the name and I’ll hit him later after our nap, just come to the bed.”

“Xavier.” You said, making your way to him, climbing on his bed and sitting on his stomach, both of your legs at each of his side. His hands quickly grabbed your thighs, a huge smile on his face.

“Well, I’m not complaining on the change of plans.” He tried to sit up to kiss you but you force him back on his bed. He frowned. “Is this some kind of roleplay I don't know about?”

“Shut it stupid.” You close your eyes and nod at yourself. “I have this huge speech, so you better keep quiet and let me say it.”

He tapped playfully at your thighs. “I’m all ears babe. All yours.”

“Ugh, don’t call me babe, it remind me of a huge humanoid in the shape of a fetus.” You groaned, your hands quickly turning over your cardboard, Xavier read it and smiled in amusement. “Go to the dance with me.” You demanded.

He waited for a few seconds, watching your face. “Wait…that’s the whole speech?” You nodded. “So you prepared for a whole fifteen minutes and you came up with that?”

You frowned. “You are being mean, asshole, if you don’t want to go with me just say so.”

Xavier sat up, carefully placing your cardboard behind him. “Baby, of course I will go with you, I mean if I didn’t want to then I wouldn’t had asked you last week.”

“You did?” You asked him confused. “When?”

It was his turn to stared at you. “Yes? Dude, I asked you when you decided to visit me into my archery practice? You even made fun of me because I didn’t have a cardboard to asked you out.”

Oh yeah, that happened.

You waited for him outside of your room, Enid and Wednesday already left minutes ago. You huffed as you saw the clock on the wall. Five minutes late, you were going to kill him.

“Wow.” A voice sounded behind you, you turned around and put your hands on your hips, your brow arching expectantly. “You look…”

“Amazing, I know.” You poke his chest with your finger. “You are late.”

Xavier laughed, “Baby, I’m only five minutes late, that isn’t late-late, it enters the category of fashionable late.” He offered his arm and you link yours with his. “Now c’mon, I bet that Kent has already spike the drinks or something.”

You hugged his arm and he kissed your hair. “Well shit, he doesn’t know what good alcohol is, no matter if I hit his face with it.”

Xavier shrugged. “Meh, don’t want you to get drunk though.”

“Why?” You asked him.

“Because you are a silent drunk, you totally ignore me and that breaks my feelings.” He cheekily smiled.

“Idiot.” You rolled your eyes.

“Love you more, baby.”

Xavier guide you towards the dance, everybody already dancing to the weird choice of music director Weems deemed good enough for this. You sighed but decided to just stick next to your boyfriend, who was more than happy to hold you closer to his body. That’s when you noticed his tie.

‘At least he made an attempt to do it himself.’ You thought as you separated yourself from him. Xavier frowned.

“Your tie sucks,” Your hands went to undo it quickly. He tried to stop you but you gently shushed him. “I’m doing it, I already learned how to.”

“Oh yeah?” He smiled, his eyes watching you with so much adoration. “When?”

“Since I asked you to the dance, youtube has lots and lots of videos on how to do it.”

Xavier watched you tie it, your fingers were a bit wobbly. Clearly you didn’t practice enough and at some point you became frustrated and decided to just make a bow.

“Done.” You simply said, hugging his waist once again.

“Thank you, my love.” He kissed your forehead and guide you to one of the tables, so you could take a few moments alone.

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iriesdreamworld · 1 year

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imagine replying to xavier’s insta story on a whim one time.

the two of u were pretty friendly. in the same circle and you’d make jokes between the two of you and he always found ways to talk to/make fun of you and youd developed a little crush on him (as he did u) but you’d never had the courage to actually do anything about it until one night you were looking through instagram stories and came across his. it was a selfie and you stared at it for a few seconds before thinking ‘fuck it’. you pressed the little ‘send a message’ box at the bottom and typed out a little reply.

reader : u look pretty

xavier : pretty?

cute

thank you

reader : you’re welcome

xavier : was that your lame attempt to flirt with me y/nn

reader : maybe?

xavier : good

and from then on you slowly grow closer and he’s soo smitten with you and blushes whenever you call him pretty and holds it as literally the highest regard of a compliment that he possibly can

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satuguro · 1 year

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Omg after reading part v and Xavier’s promise offer to patch y/n up quietly whenever she needs —and all its deeper meaning—I’d love your head cannons on Xavier having a bad mental health day (per Xavier’s mention in the show that he struggles with his mental health and his dad wants him to keep it secret) and !valkyrie reader making a similar offer. 💜

✧*ೃ࿐ TONGUES & TEETH HEAD CANNONS

[ INTERLUDE II: FOR HIS BAD DAYS ]

xavier thorpe x valkyrie! reader

#CONTAINS— fluff, angst

#AUTHORSNOTE— i'm writing pt. 6 of tongues and teeth rn, but this request is so dear to my heart cause i struggle with mental health almost every day. thank you sm for requesting this xx

— both you and xavier have had a history of neglect and trauma regarding your parents, so that means that bad mental health days happen.

— you don’t get to help him on his bad mental health days prior to the relationship, and vice versa. it takes a lot of trust for you both to fully let people see those sides of you.

— that doesn’t mean that you or xavier don’t see when the other is struggling with their emotions. like that one scene i wrote where xavier says, “take your time,” is an example of the subtle ways he’d help.

— but that shared hardship with emotions also means that both of you can read each other like a book; you both notice the slight changes in mood or when each other’s social battery decreases. it’s something that takes a lot of work from the both of you, but you make it work.

you moved your head to the other side of the pillow, groggy eyes adjusting to the soft light that was emitted from the side table.

xavier’s lips were in a permanent frown as he drew on his sketchbook, his knees pulled up to allow him to prop his art on it. his pencil moved on the paper, the soft scratches dragging you further away from your exhaustion.

“you’re awake,” you said, seeking his close presence as you moved to lay close to him. the sleepiness in your eyes melted when you saw the turmoil in his green eyes. the lack of response only furthered your worry for him. “xavier,” you said softly, sitting up and holding his arm gently, pausing his drawing.

xavier said nothing as he put his pencil down reluctantly. he looked at you, his eyes softening ever so slightly at your pleading eyes. he knew he should talk to you when he had moments like this. moments where he felt as though nothing was going right, as though what he was doing could never be good enough for anyone.

but then he felt you squeeze his arm three times for those three words you’ve said to him over and over, and he found himself spilling his thoughts out to you. and you were so happy to soak everything up.

— you're really cautious about giving him advice during his bad mental health days. you know more than anyone that having someone to listen and comfort you can help just as much as solutions.

— but that doesn’t mean that you both won’t give each other advice when the other asks.

— it took a while for the two of you to work out how to help each other out during bad mental health days. both of your were so used to dealing it on your own that it was hard to actually address it with the other person.

— but it was you that made an indirect promise to him when he finally spoke to you.

the sound of his father's party was merely a muffle as you brought xavier to the balcony. you could feel the quickening of his pulse under your fingertips and how his skin was clammy; he was hyperventilating, the words of his father circulating in his head like a mantra.

how could someone be so degrading about their own son purely for the laughter of others? to speak so lowly of someone they were supposed to care for and raise?

"hey." you looked at him, your hand being the only form of physical contact with him as your worried face studied his.

xavier wasn't having a panic attack, you knew that. but you knew that he couldn't be in that environment for any longer than he was, for as you looked at his misty eyes and frowning brows, his quivering lip and how he sucked it between his teeth to try and keep it in, you wanted to cry with him.

"breathe with me, okay?" you placed his hand on your chest as you breathed rhythmically, allowing the fresh air to fill your lungs and exit slowly. xavier could only follow you, his eyes still threatening to spill over with tears as every exhale he let out shook with his emotions.

if he wasn't xavier's father, you would have burned him to the ground. xavier could see the anger you hid behind your worry, how he knew you would have easily demanded an apology from his father if you didn't know any better.

"do you want to talk about it?" you asked softly as his breathing slowed, your hands cupping his face. your thumbs brushed away the tears that spilled over his cheeks so gently, as though you were afraid that you would break him.

xavier could only shake his head. the possibility of being interrupted by his father was far too high for his liking; if he ever saw xavier like this, he would be forced to return to the party almost immediately. he'd have to get himself together. "'m sorry you have the burden of seeing me like this." he almost winced at how much of his father's words he heard in his sentence.

you pressed a kiss to his forehead as he sniffled, your head moving down to press your foreheads together. you took his hands into yours and thumb ran along his knuckles. "it's never a burden— not if it's you. never, if it's you."

— sometimes xavier does have to stop you from starting a fight with his father. it's a given, considering you're so fiercely protective of him and so accustomed to violence. but xavier kind of likes it because he's always been the one that was overprotective of others, not the other way around.

— xavier also has a really bad sleeping schedule; it gets worse during bad mental health days. you like staying up with him; not to talk to him all the time, but because you don't want him to feel like he's alone in his father's house again, dealing with his emotions without the presence of another.

— but you know how to get him back to bed when it's way too late in the night for him to be awake.

you heard him tap his paintbrush against his jar of turpentine three times quick. the rain rolled outside his dorm room, the droplets hitting the window violently. but while the night was violent and harsh, your lover's brush strokes were soft as he worked on his painting.

he had been quiet for most of the day. there was no particular reason for it— he didn't need a reason for it. sometimes that was just how he felt, and you understood that. he didn't feel like there was anything to talk about, only murmuring that he was simply feeling down and that talking felt too exhausting.

but as the clock flashed 3:32, you knew it was time to drag him to bed.

you wrapped the blanket around yourself as you stood up. your feet made small sounds on the floor as you approached him with the blanket dragging on the floor behind you. gently, you laid your forehead on his back, feeling his muscles relax under your touch. his chest vibrated as he hummed in acknowledgement.

xavier turned to look behind him, the shadow of sadness on his face lightening up at the feeling of your touch. "hi," he managed to say, his voice quiet as he gave you a small smile that took up a majority of his energy. he was exhausted— mentally and physically —from everything, but couldn't bring himself to be under the covers just yet. he felt guilty for being so down all day without reason; he felt bad that you had to deal with him.

"it's 3:32."

"i can see that," xavier responded, turning back to his work. the shuffling of the blanket was followed by your blanketed arms wrapping around his middle. his gaze softened, his arm falling down to put his paintbrush away.

“come to bed with me, xavier.” the request come out softly, your words nothing short of hopeful and worried. you were reaching out to him, calling for him and expecting him to answer. for him to take your hand or answer your call with his own.

in the end, he always returned to you. he always gave in, not because he was tired or because he was annoyed, but because it was you. he always gave in if it was for you.

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Not so innocent game of truth or dare

Pairing: Xavier Thrope x reader

Summary: Unbeknownst to them, Xavier and the reader are crushing on one another. In a not so innocent game of truth or dare some feelings come to the surface. Will something beautiful blossom from this?

Word count: 3735 (3.7k)

Warnings: mention of drinking alcohol, sexual tension

Autor’s note: So yeahh.. I once again am obsessed with Wednesday, especially this boy. So I could not not write something about him. Since i base all my fics on me, i made the reader have ADHD like me. I hope you don’t mind. Anyway, enjoy! Also my apologies for not making this gender neutral, I had forgotten about it during writing this fic. But the gender is only implied, not specifically stated.

You sat at your desk, studying while listening to music. Your foot was tapping along to the beat as the melody blasted through your headphones. It helped you focus on the tedious task of writing an essay about some boring plant. That was till your favorite song came on. You couldn’t help yourself but dance along to it. You jumped up from your chair, wildly swinging your arms and bouncing around the room. Sitting still had caused a lot of pent up energy to be stuck in your body, making its way through your veins like a string of electricity. As you moved your body along the music, you felt the overload of energy decrease. You danced till you finally deemed yourself calm enough to sit still again, or as still as possible. You had to switch positions every few minutes, bouncing your leg and fiddling with some stupid object in your hand as your wrote down the information.

The words were flowing from your pen. Every once in a while you browsed through the pages of the book, looking up new information that you could use in your essay. You were engulfed in your own work bubble, not aware of your surroundings. This caused you to miss the knock on your door. The intruder sighed at the sight of your studying figure , walking further into the room until they stood next to your desk. You only noticed their presence when your headphones were abruptly taken from your head. This made you jump up, nearly hitting the person square in the face. “What the hell, Enid”, you exclaimed in an annoyed tone, slowly lowering your arms. She watched you with wide eyes, holding her hands up in surrender. “Sorry”, she gave you an apologetic look. ‘What do you want?”, you asked her in a monotone voice, not pleased being interrupted while you finally were able to concentrate on something. She raised her eyebrow, questioning if you were really asking her such a thing. In response, you lightly shook your head while scrunching your eyebrows together in confusion. “It’s Friday”, she exclaimed, as if it were obvious. But this statement didn’t gave you any more information. “I’m aware, yes”, you still held the same confused expression on your face, not getting where she was going with this conversation. “You’re not supposed to study on a Friday. Let’s party, have some fun”. Her exciting energy was contagious, lighting your sour mood in an instance. “Temping, but I decline your offer’, you gave her a small smile, while taking your headphones back from her hand that was still holding onto them. You were about to put them on your head again, walking back towards your desk as she stopped you in your tracks. “Oh come on, (y/n). Please come hang out with us”, she begged, putting on her best puppy eyes. “I can’t”. “How so?” Enid wasn’t going to give up so easily. This was going to be a long night. You sighed. “Because of this stupid essay. I need to get a head start on it otherwise I won’t be able to finish it in time”. She scoffed at your statement. “Of course, you will. You are one of the smartest person I know.” You chuckled: “I didn’t state that I wasn’t smart. It’s just that writing this essay is such a soul-destroying task that my ADHD-brain will just procrastinate it until I only have a few hours left until the deadline.” The blond girl nodded in understanding, but wasn’t giving up. “I’ll help you finish it.. Just come hang out with us for now”. You let out another sigh, pondering over the offer. It was tempting, very tempting. Any activity that wasn’t writing that stupid essay sounded good to you at the moment.

“We’re all going to hang out in Xavier’s dorm, drinking booze...” Enid wiggled her eyebrows at you, knowing that you wouldn’t want to miss out on hanging around Xavier. You regretted telling her the truth about your silly crush on the so called tortured artist. But in all honesty, she had infiltrated your life. If she wasn’t so curious, watching your every move as you were around him, your crush would’ve still been a secret. Ever since she found out that information, she had been teasing you. As for the current situation, she used it to persuade you, knowing that it would be hard to decline her offer if you knew Xavier would be there. You opened your mouth to speak, but she gave you no time actually for a respons. “Whatever, you’re going with me anyway”, she spoke while grabbing a hold of your wrist, lightly dragging you out of your dorm room. “Enid stop. At least give me the chance to change clothes”. She looked over her shoulder, eyeing you up and down - all while she was still dragging you through the halls. “You look amazing, no need to change”. You doubted her, seen that you wore a very oversized sweater on top of your dress. Your legs were covered in nylon stockings as your feet were covered in fussy sock. None of the colours matched one another. It was as if you just had thrown on any piece you found the quickest. You briefly looked at your feet, realizing that you weren’t wearing any shoes. “I’m not even wearing shoes”, you exclaimed. “Doesn’t matter, we’re not going outside.” You let out a loud sigh, knowing that arguing with the blond werewolf was not going to bring you anywhere. She would only let go of your wrist until you arrived at Xavier’s dorm. So you let yourself get dragged along the cold halls of Nevermore.

Once upon arrival, Enid knocked excitedly on the door. You heard light music and chatter coming from behind the door. It took a few moments for the door to be opened. Xavier’s tall figure greeting the two of you once it did. He smiled at you both, opening the door a little further to let you in. Enid hopped towards the others, quickly conversing with them. As you went to enter the room Xavier spoke up: “didn’t expect you to come”. He had a small smile adorning his face while his warm eyes looked into yours. “I really didn’t have a choice”, you spoke in a monotone voice. You scolded Enid in your head for allowing you to wear such an outfit as you went to meet up with your friends, specifically Xavier. He scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion, trying to make sense of your answer. You nodded your head towards Enid, silently communicating that it was her doing. He gave a sign of understanding. “Well, I’m glad you’re here.” You offered him a small smile before continuing to make your way into the room, not sure how to respond to such a comment. It’s not that you didn’t understand the social structures. It was actually due to an overload of possible ways to respond. Your head came up with multiple replies. Choosing one was just too tedious, so you opted for not reacting at all.

The beginning of the evening went by slow. You didn’t say much. You listened to the others, swaying your head along to the music while drinking some of the booze they had sneaked into Nevermore. You sat on the ground, leaning against the side of Xavier’s bed. This way you had an overview of everyone. Enid was sat between Ajax and Wednesday. The love triangle being painfully obvious. The two of them were battling for Enid’s attention, even though Wednesday wouldn’t admit to that. She refused to allow herself to feel any sort of those type of feelings, gagging at the thought of them. But she knew that blond werewolf had ignite something inside of her, to her dismay.

A bit further into the room you heard the loud laughing of Bianca and Yoko, both clearly intoxicated by the drinks in their hands. You pulled your attention from them to look at the only person left in the room that you purposefully hadn’t acknowledged much. Xavier sat at his desk, sketching some things in his sketchbook while enjoying the music and occasional gulp of his drink. You allowed your eyes to roam over his figure, adoring how he looked. You tried to observe every detail. From his messy hair to the little specks of brown in his eyes.

As the evening strolled around, things had gotten more interesting. You started to play an innocent game of ‘Truth or dare’. Soon it turned into a more challenging version. As someone didn’t completed their dare or truthfully answered the question, they had to take a shot. The punishment eventually evolved into taking a piece of clothing off. By now you had to get rid of your fussy socks and oversized sweater. Luckily the booze in your system kept you warm, otherwise you would be shivering the whole time.

Dares were thrown at people since barely anyone choose truth. Ajax had to kiss Enid. Afterwards she was dared to kiss Wednesday, much to the girl’s dismay. She might have acted as if she hated to kiss Enid, but you noticed that their lips lingered longer than a normal kiss between best friends would be. You were next, impatiently waiting for your turn. “Truth or dare? Choose wisely”, Bianca asked teasingly. “I always do darling”, you winked at her in a playful demander, “Bring on the challenge”. She laughed at your behavior, pondering over a possible dare to give to you. She was about to open her mouth to speak when Enid interrupted her. “Sit on Xavier’s lap until it’s your turn again”, she smirked at her own brilliance. You shoot her a cold look, knowing what she was trying to do. But you wouldn’t let her win this battle. Two people could play that game. “Sure, if he is okay with that”, you stated calmly while continuing to stare into her eyes, trying to show that she’s not getting underneath your skin. “It’s fine by me”, Xavier spoke softly. This comment pulled your attention, diverting your eyes towards him. You didn’t expect him to accept such a thing. The two of you were close, comfortably hanging out with one another and enjoying each others company. None the less, you two weren’t particularly touchy throughout your friendship. You shared the occasional hug, but that was as far as showing physical affection got.

You stood up, dusting off your dress. Enid was watching you with anticipation, dying to know how the two of you would react to being so close and intimate with the other. Just to annoy her, you took extra long to make your way over to Xavier. Once you reached his desk, standing next to his sitting figure, you made brief eye contact with him. “You sure it’s okay?”, you questioned in a soft voice so only he could hear you. He nodded his head while a kind smile curled his lips upwards. “It is”. With that you sat down on his legs, trying to put as much weight on your own legs. Of course Xavier noticed what you were doing, so he pulled you closer to his chest while shifting your legs over to the side. This way you were sitting sideways on his lap, your arm leaning against his chest. He draped his arm around your waist, resting his large hand just above your hip. At first you felt strange to be in such a close proximity to him. You could feel his breath fanning against your face, causing goosebumps to cover your skin. But the longer you sat on his lap, the more comfortable you felt. The heat of his body was warming yours. The smell of his cologne infiltrating your nose, making you feel intoxicated by him. His thumb was lightly drawing figures on your clothed skin, causing a calming sensation to wash over you. However it didn’t mean that you weren’t restless anymore. You were swinging your legs back and forth while your hands fiddled with the hem of your dress. Every few minutes you shifted in his lap, trying to change positions to have some variety. As you did so, you felt Xavier tense up underneath you. He let out a soft cough, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. After a few more seconds of wiggling around in his lap, his large hand gripped your thigh. This made your movements stop, no longer trying to get into a new comfortable position. “Stop moving, please”, he said quietly in your ear. His breath tickled your skin, making a shiver run down your spine as goosebumps covered your skin again. You looked up at him, only now registering how close your faces were to one another. You had to swallow the small lump down your throat before you could speak. “Sorry”, you mumbled, feeling an odd tension arise in the room - specifically between you and Xavier. Your mind started to drift away from reality, overanalysing the sudden change. The chatter from the others got drown out by your thoughts as your eyes stared off into the distance. Why did he stiffen at your movement? Was he uncomfortable with you on his lap? Your mind was racing a thousand miles an hour, not being able to keep up with all the screaming thoughts.

You were so consumed by your mind that you hadn’t realize the time ticking by. The dares completed by the others went unnoticed by you. You had zoned out the entire time the group went through another round of ‘truth or dare’. You missed Bianca twerking to the music, Yoko admitting her deepest secret to the group and them calling out your name as your turn came up. Xavier lightly shook you, trying to get your attention. “(y/n)?” His hand rubbed up and down your arm. The sensation of his warm skin against yours brought you back to reality. You blinked quickly, trying to register your surroundings as you looked confused around the room. “Someone was deep in trance”, Bianca teased, chuckling lightly at your flustered state. “Yeah, she’s totally intoxicated by him”, Yoko added to the one sided conversation. “Oh come on, let her be. She’s just comfortable up there”, Enid tried to keep the teasing at bay. Only she had the right to tease you about this situation, knowing the depths behind it. “You can stay if you want”, Xavier said, still softly rubbing your arm. “No, it’s okay”, you were trying to make your way of his lap, but his arm stopped your movements. “Please?”, he asked. His voice quietly filled your ears, sending another huge shiver down your spine. You looked back at him with a questioning look, not understanding all the signs he was giving. Perhaps you were reading them wrong.

The group was carefully watching your interaction, intrigued by how it would play out. Well, everyone beside Wednesday. She scrunched her face up in disgust at the lovey dovey stuff. “Ready to take on another dare?”, her monotone voice interrupted the moment. Enid looked annoyed at the girl beside her, lightly hitting her arm. This interruption had caused you to stand up from Xavier’s lap. The cold immediately overtook your body, missing the heat that had been radiating from the tall boy. “Sure why not”, you responded, awkwardly standing next to the desk. “What about staying in Xavier’s lap for the rest of the evening?”, Enid suggested. The rest of the group agreed with her. You looked over at Xavier, silently asking him for permission to return to your spot in his lap. He nodded his head lightly as a bright smile adorned his face.

You were glad to be back in his lap, the warmth of his body already heating up yours. It was comfortable. The odd tension that previously hung between you had decreased to something bearable. However your mind was still wandering, trying to piece together all the signs he had been giving this evening. Something didn’t add up, but you weren’t going to waste more time thinking about it. You decided to just enjoy the moment for what it was.

As the game continued, you felt yourself grow tired. Your head felt heavy, a certain fog started clouding your mind. So without thinking much about it, you laid your head against Xavier’s shoulder. You felt him look down at you, probably questioning himself why you rested your head against him. “Tired?”, he asked softly. “A bit”, you mumbled back, snuggling closer to him. His arm tightened around your waist, holding you close to his chest. After a while he rested his head against yours, being comfortable with your current position. In all honesty he didn’t want to leave this position ever. He finally had you close to him, something that he had been dreaming about for months.

“Xavier”, Ajax’s loud voice filled the room, making said boy jump lightly in his chair. The movement made you jump up too. You lifted your head from his shoulder, your hand resting on his chest to stable yourself. You felt his rapid beating heart underneath your skin, wondering what the reason behind his rapid heartbeat was.

“Truth or dare?” Xavier pondered over the possible outcomes. Everyone was getting tired so the dares weren’t as challenging anymore. What harm would it do to accept another one? “Uhm, dare I suppose”. He saw the gorgon exchanging looks with Enid, both wearing wide grins on their faces. He already hated the decision he made. “I dare you to stare into (Y/n)’s eyes for one minute while your faces are only a few inches apart”. That shouldn’t be so hard, he thought to himself. But boy was he wrong.

You straddled him, both legs at each side of him so you were now facing to him. His arms were comfortably draped around your waist, holding you in place. Your faces were just a few inches away from one another, causing your breath to mingle together. At first Xavier just stared into your eyes, observing all the colours he could find swirling in them. The small little specks in them resembling their own personal galaxy. He could stare at you all day, get lost in your beauty for eternity. He couldn’t stop his eyes from adverting towards your lips every once in a while. They looked so soft. He wondered how it would feel to kiss them, to have them against his. Without registering his moving body, he leaned in closer. It was as if some magnet was pulling him towards you. Just as his eyes darted back to look at your lips, he noticed that you were staring at his lips; licking yours as a reaction. “Like what you see?”, he teased as a wide smile made its way up his face. “Always”, you retorted back, too entranced with his beauty to care about possibly ruining your friendship. You eagerly wanted to close the gap between you two. You wanted to get lost in the feeling, the high of finally being able to kiss him and claiming his as yours.

His hand slowly cupped your cheek, stroking softly against your skin with his thumb. You were less than an inch apart, both itching to finally touch the other. Your eyes fluttered shut as you followed your instinct, slowly moving closer to him. But before anything could happen - before your lips connected - a loud monotone voice interrupted the moment. “Time’s up”, Wednesday announced. “Nooo”, you heard a couple of people respond to the interruption. At that you backed away from Xavier, sad that the moment had been ruined. You had forgotten about your surroundings, getting lost in the longing. Hearing the others biker had pulled you back into reality. A heavy weight settled itself onto your chest. This might had been the only chance to kiss him, to make your dream come true. You awkwardly fiddled with your hands, not daring to look Xavier in the eyes again. For some reason you felt embarrassed, like you were only fooling yourself.

Unbeknownst to you Xavier had a similar battle going on in his mind, blaming himself for not kissing you earlier. He felt as if he had wasted his only chance at getting with the person of his dreams. Seeing you so vulnerable in front of him, broke his heart. He wondered if you were feeling the same emotions as him. Did you want to kiss him as badly as he wanted to kiss you? Was that why you suddenly look so devastated? Before more questions could pop in his mind, he let out a sigh escape from his lips. “Fuck it”, he said underneath his breath, just loud enough for you to pick up on the sound. He tilted your head upwards with his finger, making you look at him. His large hands came to cup your face, before he closed the gap between you two. At first you were too stunned to react, unsure of what to do. You weren’t fully able to register what was currently happening to you. But soon your body reacted on its own, moving your lips along with his. One of your hands went to his hair, while the other grabbed onto his shirt. You melted into his body, craving his touch. This was all you ever wanted.

You broke apart at the sound of your friends whistling and celebrating this sweet moment. It was painful for them to watch you both be so in love with each other, but no one making a move. Your eyes fluttered open, looking deeply into Xavier’s eyes while an idiotic grin made its way onto your face. He mimicked your expression, feeling overjoyed. You felt your cheeks heat up at the realization of what just happened. The kiss was amazing, but you felt embarrassed to express such an intimate moment in the presence of your friends. Their teasing would be unbearable. You groaned at the thought, hiding your face into the crook of Xavier’s neck. This action made him chuckle. He just held you tightly against him, hoping that this moment would last forever. The high of kissing you taking over, no longer caring about the teasing of his friends. He had you close to him and that was all he wanted right now.

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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could u do xavier being really high/wasted and he’s super clingy and says dumb stuff and reader takes care of him

A/n: this was purely the result of me being half asleep and trying to make something out of it.

It was to no surprise that upon making your way to your dormitory, you would hear Xavier’s incoherent babbling and light hearted giggles before you could seen his slanted form pressed up against the wall next to your door. Things at Nevermore were becoming more and more stressful for both staff and students alike, and everyone was looking for a primary method in making it all go away for a good few hours.

Some chose to focus heavily on their piling homework, extracurriculars or kept themselves busy by performing mundane tasks whilst others would resort to other methods. As in Xavier’s case, that would be getting high as a kite in Ajax’s room. You weren’t one to judge peoples perfected form of de-stressing, it would just be hypocritical if you did to begin with; However someone relives themselves was of none of your concern.

What was of your concern was the fact that if you didn’t do something with Xavier now before the teachers came to check on everyone, you’d both be fucked. The only downside in attempting to move Xavier the giggly over there was that he tended to became quite clingy whilst high; Which made it all the more difficult to haul him into your dorm without him managing to drag you down to the floor with him. Unfortunately time wasn’t on your side to debate on how you were going to move him, “Xav?” His head picked up like a dogs at the sound of your name as a dopey smile beamed across his face.

“Y/n, look!” He cried between giggles as he showed you his hands before looking taken aback at his fingers as he wiggled them, “I’ve got fingers!” He told you, astonished, “they’re waving at me y/n…I don’t like it.” You fought back a laugh at Xavier’s weariness of his own limbs as you knelt by his side. “They’re only saying hi, there’s no need to be afraid of them.” You played along by holding some of his fingers at the base of his hand, forcing them to move as though on their own accord.

Xavier gasps and leans into your side, “they’re doing it again.” He said in what he probably believed was a whisper but was more of a whisper shout. His doe eyes never left his fingers, on edge that one of them might pull out a switchblade and knick him when he wasn’t looking. “I believe they’re trying to tell you something, should i tell you what they’re saying?” You asked, seeing this as an opening into getting Xavier to become complacent enough for you to get him into your dorm. “You speak fingers, y/n?” Xavier asked. “Yep.” You replied.

“Tell me what they’re saying, tell me what they’re saying!” He chanted and you moved his fingers again randomly as though they were ‘speaking.’ You made a variety of faces throughout the ‘conversation’ before humming to yourself in deep thought. “What did they say, what did they say!” Xavier cried as he leaned himself heavily against you, causing you to groan at how heavy the boy really was. “They told me that you should let me help you into my dorm before we get into some really big trouble.” You told him as though you were telling a child. Was it right? No. Was it the only option you had in getting him to do as you say? Yes.

“What kind of trouble?” Xavier says softly this time, never letting his eyes off of you. “Dunno, you gotta let me help you into my dorm first.” You shrugged, dragging one of his arms over your shoulder as your other arm was brought to his waist, “ready?” You asked him. “Anything for my little finger buddies.” Xavier replied with determination and with minimum amount of effort you managed to haul him off the floor and into your dorm, where you quickly lead him to where your bed was before retreating back to the open door to close it shut.

“Y/n.” Xavier called. “Yeah?” You replied, looking back to find him staring at his fingers once more as he subconsciously wiggles them. It was cute seeing how serious he looked whilst trying to understand the language of his fingers. However it made for better blackmail material for later use should he ever get cocky with you in the distant future; Maybe you could even use this against him in the next Poe Cup so that you could score your team the victory and bragging rights bonus?

“What’re they saying now?” He asked and that was when you were drawn out of fantasy land and reminded that you were still expected to keep up the charade that you could -through some bullshit logic- understand his ‘finger friends.’ “Let me see.” You sighed as you clambered over your bed to sit besides Xavier as he held out his hand towards you to get a better look at his fingers. Once again you made a variety of exaggerated expressions, followed by a series of hums and other vocal choices to keep up the ridiculous illusion you created. Karma truly was a bitch in this instance as it dawned on you that until Xavier fell asleep, you were doomed to keep up the act.

“They ask if your hungry, sleepy, or otherwise?” You relied to him as he furrowed his brows in thought and his lip was drawn into a childlike pout. “I am kinda sleepy.” He admits almost sheepishly, resting his head against your shoulder, his eyes closing briefly before opening again. “Will you sleep with me?” He asks innocently enough but you had to hold back on chocking on your own spit at his request before forcing your mind out of the gutter; reminding yourself that he was still very much in fact high. “Sure Xavier, I’ll sleep with you.”

At your response Xavier was quick to cage you in between his arms, holding you tightly against his chest as he burrowed his head into the crevice of your neck, whilst his silky soft golden-brown locks tickled the skin of your jaw and the column of your neck. “Thank you for taking care of me.” He says lowly, voice laced with tiredness that you couldn’t help but nose the hollow of his neck. “It’s not an issue Xavier, just get some sleep for me. Okay?” You murmured. “Okay.”

Xavier fell asleep pretty quickly after that as you started running your fingers through his hair after wrangling it to freedom from being pinned to your side for so long and every attempt you made to move after that, a whine would rip from his throat and his arms would tightened their grip. You’ve long accepted that he wasn’t letting go anytime soon and eventually gave into your new fate as his personal pillow. It was worth it for the hassle you had to been put through prior so you were opting to see this as rather a reward that you could enjoy.

Besides you didn’t have much going on anyways, which was probably why Ajax purposefully left him on your doorstep…you’d get that Gorgon back sooner or later, you swore it. For now, sleep.

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nushy · 1 year

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Xavier Thorpe imagine

What it's like dating Xavier Thorpe in my opinion. Just a fluffy imagine. If you want, I've got a NSFW idea in my head.

Warnings: all in all just fluff, mentions of period and jealousy. Also, not proof read so excuse any mistakes

This man's love language is gifts - if he could, he would give you the world. Like one time you said you wanted to draw so he bought you all of the art supplies you could think of. Or when you said you really liked that new band that you started to listen and he got you a front row tickets.

He loved getting you flower bouquets for no reason but after the third or fourth time you explained that you didn't like them because the flowers were killed and they died after few days, so he started drawing you bouquets instead and when he saw how happy you were, they became his favorite thing to draw.

He is used to the expensive life because of his father, but with you he saw the other side and he fell inlove with it - now his favorite date idea is a picnic in the woods.

He loves watching romantic movies with you - The Notebook is on the top of his list and he says that he would take care of you the same way when you two get old.

One sweet thing that you love him doing is that he keeps track of when your time-of-the-month is so he is always ready with chocolate, ice cream, warm blanket and comedy movie - he just wants you to be comfortable every day of the month.

He dies when you brush his hair - he could melt into your touch. He always finds an excuse for you to play with it.

He doesn't like taking pictures of himself as he is self-conscious of his looks, but you look so cute when you beg him for a picture together that he makes an exception. Plus, anything for you if it makes you happy.

The first present that you got him was a handmade bracelet and you were really nervous because it was nothing special, or expensive, but he immediately loved it, because you made it and no one has ever handmade anything for him - he always wears that bracelet.

He is jealous though, like really jealous and protective. He is constantly worried that you would leave him for someone better than him and anyone who watches you or touches you is an enemy. You find that really cute

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yourmidnightlover · 1 year

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wash my hair?

pairing: xavier thorpe x gn!reader

summary: reader risks their life for xavier and now needs his help with a trivial everyday task.

warnings: readers hair is in a bun and is inferred to be a bit longer, shower/implied nudity at one point, brief descriptions of fainting/blacking out, readers a bit messed up

a/n: this is very much based on the fact that i just want someone to wash my hair for me :) this is super duper short but i wanted to write something simply because i felt like it so i did. enjoy <3

“can you wash my hair?” your voice rang out to xavier while he was painting as you peaked out from the bathroom door.

you see, you weren’t needy. well, you are but that’s not why you needed him to wash your hair.

“yea,” he nodded as he set his brush down. “of course i will.”

a few days ago you had the genius idea of trying to protect xavier, your best friend of seven years, against that ancient zombie mummy guy whose name you can’t even be bothered to remember.

after stepping in front of the arrow, the one you thought would merely pierce your right shoulder, you were shocked to feel a stabbing pain in your gut, and not like the ones you were used to feeling every month. your hand went to grab at the arrow, still in shock and out of breath before you not-so-gracefully fell to the ground.

xavier ran to your side, cradling your head as his hand went to snap the arrow. you could see his mouth moving, but, truth be told, you couldn’t hear a thing. all you could hear was your heart beating and pumping your blood. the rhythm filled your ears as you simply felt your chest get heavier and heavier until you couldn’t even see his mouth moving anymore.

all you saw was darkness.

“thanks,” you backed into the bathroom and stepped into the shower once more.

your parents were practically nomads. they were never home and never wanted to be home. while they cared about you, they cared about their project going on in tokyo even more.

you didn’t want to be alone. you couldn’t really be alone, either, because of your injuries. so, xavier invited you to his house for the abrupt break. of course, his dad was reluctant to invite the girl who saved his own son because he was “too cowardly to save himself.”

eventually, he came to terms with the fact that he would likely never see you around the house, given that he wouldn’t be around much if at all.

luckily for you, you didn’t have to wash your hair. you assume one of the nurses who washed you did that for you. thinking about that happening was embarrassing. but, it needed to happen.

xavier was a frequent visitor before you were discharged due to an influx of patients from a flu breakout, but you never talked about why you did it. why you risked your life for him. granted, you would give him the usual “you’re my best friend” bullshit if he did ask, but it left a tension in the air that seemed thicker than the terrible chowder that the school has offered.

regardless, the time has come for you to wash it once more. your stupid stitches and sore abdomen rendered the typically simple task, rather difficult. washing your body was easy with the handy loofah on a stick that xavier had provided, but you couldn’t manage to massage your own scalp for long enough to truly clean it.

you hated that you needed help. you hated that you could stand in front of an arrow days ago but now you’re so useless you can’t even properly clean yourself.

“you ready?” his voice was soft, almost a whisper over the sound of water hitting your ears and blocking your senses.

at first you nodded before sounding off, “ye-yea,” you wrapped your arms tighter around your torso that was only covered by a small, soaking wet towel.

you heard him pull back the curtain and step inside the shower. you didn’t want to turn and face him. you didn’t want him to see you so pathetic.

you’d always been a proud person. you loved the fact that you could take care of yourself and others without the blink of an eye. whether it be helping someone study or getting them out of trouble with a teacher, everyone could count on you. you liked it that way. you didn’t like it as much when you had to become almost belittled by everyday tasks like bathing.

you felt his hand touch your shoulder first, probably to assure you that he was there, even though you already knew. just like he knew you hadn’t slept in the days after the incident. he worked at the hair-tie that had been holding your bun together surprisingly well.

once finishing working it out, messing with the tangles and trying not to hurt your scalp, he whispered: “you uhh- you need to turn around. to get your hair wet.” you were silent. “i can turn around, if that makes it-“

“no,” you took a deep breath. “it’s fine i can-i can turn around,” you nodded to reassure yourself before slowly turning around in the water, your eyes fixed shut.

you could feel his gaze on you for what felt like hours before he began to lather your head with the soapy suds. the way his fingers massaged your scalp so tenderly nearly brought tears to your eyes. you didn’t even notice when your ended up resting your head on his chest as he continued to massage your scalp.

he stepped back with you underneath the stem of the water, allowing you to stay connected to his bare chest as he worked the suds from your hair. you wrapped your arms around him suddenly, disregarding the towel that was once covering your body. at first, you could feel his body tense before reacting to your hug. his arms wrapped around your shoulders firmly as he sighed into the top of your head.

“i thought you were gonna die, y/n,” you could hear the waver in his voice before you realized the tears that were in your eyes were threatening to spill over. “it was gonna be my fault, too. i never-i never left your side once they let me. i just… i can’t imagine my life without you. ever.”

“i’m-im sorry,” you sniffled as you nuzzled into his body once more, letting yourself freely cry in his arms as sobs overtook your body. “i’m so, so sorry, xavier.”

he let you cry and whine and whimper to your hearts content as he applied the conditioner to your hair. once he felt you settle down, he pulled back from your arms, his eyes not leaving your own.

“you don’t have anything to be sorry for,” he shook his head as his hands went to cradle your face. “you saved my life, risked your own. i-i owe you everything.”

“no,” you shook your head as your hands grasped his own. “i made you worry. i didn’t think about what i was doing! i should’ve been more careful or… i don’t know! i just couldn’t let you die.”

“but you’d let yourself die?” you nodded. “why?”

“why do you think?” you sniffled once more as you finally looked up into his eyes.

“say it… please?” you could see his adams apple moving with the hard gulp he swallowed.

“i love you.”

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ilyxavier · 1 year

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˗ˋ𝑨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝒆𝐫𝒆 𝐡𝒆 𝐠𝒐𝒆𝐬, 𝐬𝒐 𝐩𝒆𝐫𝐟𝒆𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲

✰. summary — Xavier invites you, his dear friend, to study. But things get interesting after he details why he invited you.

✰. pairing — Xavier Thorpe x reader

✰. word count — 896

✰. genre — Purely fluff!

Xavier Thorpe and Bianca Barclay. The most prestigious rumor that’d been run through the mud within the halls of Nevermore Academy - but one rumor that’d been confirmed to be undeniably true, much to the dismay of Xavier’s many admirers. You’d never begged the question of what had been ever so enchanting about Bianca that seemed to drive her estranged lover wild, but whatever the case may be she had him sweetly wrapped around her ring finger. But between the late-night texts of sweet nothings he’d conjure up, in duality with those devilishly handsome looks he’d give you when no one was around - you were inclined to question his intentions with you and Bianca.

On such an occasion, your favorite lab partner had invited you to Nevermore’s rarely-seen library for what he detailed to be a fun ‘study date’. Not that either of you had any sort of exams coming up anytime soon, but you hadn’t figured to question the integrity of his invite, you felt mesmerized nonetheless to have been invited. So, after assuring your dorm mate had called it a night, you snuck your way around the decrepit school, eager to see the boy who always seemed to occupy your mind. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you traversed, hoping this study session would be something more.

And that it was. Seeing as Xavier had no intention of studying that rainy December evening, nothing even remotely academic related occupied his mind - no, he had other much more interesting things to think about. A more interesting person, that was.

Arriving at the library was no cause for concern, everything seemed as it should be. Dark and empty, just the way you remembered. Until practically out of thin air, a lanky figure emerged from behind a bookcase. It was him! In all his beautiful glory, awaiting his perfect partner. A cheesy grin tugged at his lips when he caught glimpse of you, calling out softly. “Hey! You finally made it!” You returned his warming remark, replying. “Wouldn’t have missed it for the world!”

Throwing your bag on the nearest empty table, you were keen to keep the studying rouse going. “I don’t really know what we’re studying for but I-” Within seconds, Xavier was standing ever so ravishingly in front of you, with a smirk planted proudly on his face. His tall figure loomed over your smaller one, as he leaned in close - mere inches away from your face. “You know, studying is soo boring.” You furrowed your brows, eyes locked with his. “I don’t understand.” You replied coyly. But, oh you understood. More than you had understood any Math or Science that’d been thrown at you before. A cool lapse of air left his lips, causing goosebumps to trickle under your skin.

“I just wanted to be alone with you.” Cocky. Devious. But you were loving every ounce of sincere malice that left his tongue. His dominant hand removed the biology book that you held, replacing it with his, loosely lacing his fingers with yours. You did your best to hide the obvious enjoyment his affection had on you, biting the inside of your cheek to mask a forming smile. Again, you spoke up. “I thought you’d rather spend time with Bianca.” Sarcasm laced your voice giving him a worthy opponent to use his wit against. “And yet you’re still here.”

His fingers traveled up your forearm to your wrist, obtaining a subtle grip against your skin. His touch was comforting, exactly what you needed. Nothing more needed to be said between the two of you. Lost in the moment the two of you were, enjoying the closeness of each other’s company, hoping to seal the contact with a single - Thud!

The moment had been ultimately cut short in the midst of a new foe, one who had practically torn the library door off its hinges from the sheer amount of force they’d thrown it open. Heavy combat boots stomped against the carpeted floor, making Xavier separate from you in fear of who was to be revealed. Until low and behold - the worst person who could’ve happened to the two of you. Bianca.

“Ah! Xavier, figured I’d find you here.” A few unapproving glances were thrown your way, making it clear Bianca’s opinion of seeing you with him. Xavier sighed. “Yeah, we were in the middle of studying.” The bright-eyed girl stood a few feet across the room, beckoning to Xavier, yearning for him to leave with her. Bianca folded her arms across her chest to complete her intimidating stature. “You never study, what’s so important about it now?” Xavier shrugged his shoulders. “I’m failing.” Bianca sucked her teeth. “Well, that’s just too bad. You know it’s Thursday night, we have plans.”

There was a small silence that filled the air devoid of a smart remark from Xavier. In defeat, he gave in to Bianca’s call. Your eyes remained locked on him as he walked away from your secret affairs. A brooding pit had bubbled in the back of your throat, begging for tears to brim behind your eyelids. You felt as if you couldn't breathe. Your heart wanted to scream; wanted to yell at the very top of your lungs for making you miss out on what could’ve been a perfect kiss. But, Xavier was perfect for Bianca. Even if perfection falls for someone else.

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