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Xavier Thorpe X GN!Reader - Tied Up
A/N - I was listening to a Deftones playlist, and my mind went to very unholy places, so I decided to write it (I already posted a version of this, but I didn’t like it so I rewrote it) enjoy (if u want me to finish this then submit an ask lol)
Warnings - it gets heated but no actual smut
THE BOOK IS CALLED ‘’JAY WISEMAN’S EROTIC BONDAGE HANDBOOK’’
DEFTONES S3X PLAYLIST (THE PLAYLIST IS NOT MINE, I FOUND IT AND I LOVED IT OK? DON’T JUDGE ME)
Seeing your boyfriend in chains definitely did something to your brain, but given the circumstances it was in, you didn't want to say anything since it could have been a tad bit traumatic, so you decided on dropping a hint about what you wanted. A big hint.
You had ordered a book. The erotic kind, to be precise. Jay Wiseman's Erotic Bondage handbook to be even more precise.
Being an Addams, you already knew the basics to an extent, but decided on reading further into it, so as not to hurt your boyfriend if he decided he was into that.
A week after ordering it, it arrived, and you read it in less than a day. It was pretty interesting, but more importantly, full of tips, how-tos, and safety precautions one had to take.
You couldn't just blatantly give it to him in the middle of the pentagon-shaped courtyard, so you decided to change the covers of the book to those of a poetry book you took from the school library. To be honest, you've never even read the book, but it would have to do.
So on one chilly Friday, when you had bought the ropes and everything you might need, you set out to find Xavier and set your little plan into motion.
While you were walking down the stairs, you ran into your sister, Wednesday, who was probably going to her dorm since it was her writing hour.
''Hey sis, what a lovely afternoon, isn't it?'' You asked her, unusually happy, which made her raise her brow in question.
''Hi, it will be a lovely afternoon when a thunderstorm appears. What has gotten you in such a weird mood? Is it that poetry book you're carrying?'' She said in her usual monotone voice while trying to sneak a peak inside the book.
''Maybe, maybe not, enjoy writing your murder novels, I have shit to do'' You grinned, while walking away, leaving her to question if it was the book or something else, you're not usually THIS cheery.
You found Xavier in the courtyard, painting something on its walls as usual. He didn't notice you standing behind him and jumped a little bit when you wrapped your arms around his torso with a ''hi love'' to accompany your actions.
''Oh hey, what's up?'' he asked, putting one of his hands over yours while continuing his work on the wall.
''What are you painting? Another ''tortured artist'' work?'' You questioned with a small smirk playing on your lips.
''Ha ha, very funny. You're never going to let me live that down, are you?'' He retorted in a mock serious voice, while he was quite obviously grinning as much as you were.
You unwrapped your arms and moved so you were standing next to him before you said in a smug voice, ''I got you something, don't open it in front of people, love. Read it, alright?''
You handed him the book, which he took after cleaning his paint-stained hands with a small towel.
''Poetry? Why can't I open it in front of people? Did you write a murder plan in there or something?'' He joked after taking a look at the book.
''You'll see,'' You stated, and before you left to do your own thing, you gave him a quick kiss on the lips and sent him a wink, walking away.
Curious as to what was so important about the book, he opened the first page, in which he found a note in your handwriting, '' When you read this and have decided if you're into it, find me in my dorm :))''.
He took off the sticky note and looked at the title, which made him slightly blush since it read ''Jay Wiseman's Erotic Bondage Handbook''. He quickly shut the book and decided that he'll read it after he finished the painting. Xavier was intrigued, to say the least. Of course, you'd be into that, he thought with a slight chuckle.
It was very convenient since you didn't have a roommate and had a queen-sized bed with a metal headboard. You definitely didn't expect to see Xavier standing in your room that evening, dressed in grey sweatpants and one of your Metallica t-shirts.
''Hey, you.'' You said, walking to him and giving him a hello kiss. He instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist. It looked like he was contemplating something, so you raised your brow in a questioning manner. You didn't even get to ask what was bothering him when he responded with a yes.
You had a confused look on your face when he let go of you and went to your bed to find something he had put there earlier.
Xavier raised the disguised handbook and then handed it to you.
''Open it,'' He said. He ran a hand through his hair and sat down on your bed, waiting.
You opened the book and found your note inside, but in addition to the original one, you found a ''yes'' scribbled under your text.
You smiled, closed the book, and put it on your desk before going to sit beside him.
''Are you sure?'' You asked while moving strands of hair that had fallen into his face behind his ear.
''Yeah, I thought about it, and since you know what you're doing, at least I hope so,'' he chuckled while you grinned at him, '' I'm open to trying it.''
You didn't need any other confirmation. You smashed your lips onto his in a heated kiss, while he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. Testing the water, you lightly bit down on Xavier's lower lip. You could feel he was fighting against the noises that were creeping their way out of his throat.
''Wait, I forgot to lock the door, shit,'' He exaggeratedly whined when you got up, and let his back fall against the soft mattres of your bed.
You quickly locked the door, checked that it was really locked, and turned on some music. Xavier recognized the playlist immediately, and he'd be lying if he said that it didn't turn him on. Before going back to him, you rummaged through your closet and pulled out a box in which the ropes you had previously bought were in. Xavier was watching your every move and you could feel his lustful gaze.
You carelessly dropped the ropes on your bed and got yourself comfortable in Xavier's lap. He raised his body to meet yours and kissed you again, this time it was a lot more passionate. Your mouth slowly opened up, enjoying the feeling of his tongue against yours. He didn’t notice it, but you had placed a hand on his neck, slowly moving it upward to grab a fistful of his hair and roughly pull on it. Xavier couldn't contain himself anymore and let out a low moan.
You smiled into the kiss and let your hands wander lower down his body, to the hem of the shirt, your shirt, that he'd been wearing, and helped him out of it. He let out a groan as the cold night air collided with his naked torso. You instructed him to move up against the headboard. Before you did anything, you reminded him of the safe words, green for go, yellow for pause, and red for immediate stopping.
After making sure he was comfortable, and you had scissors on your nightstand, you began to tie up his hands with the soft rope, carefully, not to restrict blood flow. While you were focused on the task at hand, Xavier began placing kisses on your neck. You yanked his hands back to tie them to the headboard, making his back hit the mattress again. He was slightly panting, his eyes full of want and need. You admired the sight before you, it wasn't a thing you see every day, but you already had the picture engraved in your mind. You lowered your head so you could kiss him again, your lips moving in sync. When you lifted your head, he whined at the loss of contact, but you were already moving lower, starting to attack his neck with hickeys that would be visible for a week at least. Xavier moaned softly when you found that one spot that felt the best and continued your work there. You were so caught up in the moment you almost didn't hear the two knocks on your door. You chose to ignore them, hoping the person would go away, but they didn't and continued knocking.
''For fucks sake,'' you whispered, annoyed at whoever was standing outside your dorm. What made you freeze in your place was the new principal's voice.
''Turn that music down. I have received complaints about the noise from other students,'' She tried to shout over the Deftones song playing in the background.
You cleared your throat and yelled '' Sorry, I'll turn it down.''
''You better, and if I hear another complaint about it, I'll make sure you can't play that music at all.'' She hollered, irritated since it wasn't the first time you'd done this.
You made your way to the speaker and turned the music down a little bit, so it wasn't too loud, but loud enough.
''Now, where were we?'' You turned to Xavier, still tied up on your bed, watching you, lips slightly parted, waiting for your next move.
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“Cliché”
Headcannons᯽ Incorrect Quotes᯽
Authors Words: I love this man sm and I tried to do something for him, please don’t judge me I can’t write HCs
Word Count: 1687
Character(s): Xavier Thorpe
Pronouns: none used(masc coded)
Warning(s): both the reader and Xavier fall under the multisexual umbrella, not only is this “friends to rivals to lovers” trope but it’s also an “idiots in love but in denial” trope(yw), not proof read
⚰︎ You and Xavier were once best friends, you mainly got along due to you both being able to manipulate stuff, him drawings and you Shadows
⚰︎ However you both winded up falling for the Wednesday Addams, and you both being best friends quite easily caught onto the others feelings for the alternative girl
⚰︎ Though neither of you physically or verbally fought over her, you both definitely had some kind of mental arguments and created tense atmospheres whenever the two over you were around the other to the point it could be cut with a guillotine
⚰︎ What neither of you seemed to notice however was that you both definitely started to catch feeling for each other after being ditched by Wednesday(for Tyler) on more than one occasion, together
⚰︎ Specifically on Outreach day at Weathervane where you both were (unfortunately) to work together for the whole day and practically get rejected by your shared love interest at the same time
Picking up dirty mugs off one of the boothed tables and wiping it down you had caught the voice of your EX best friend.
Eyeing a glance to see what he was doing you found him in the middle of a conversation with Wednesday. That would simply not slide with you. So taking your wet rag and leaning next to your old friend you join in.
“Oh yeah? You want-“
“Oh hey Wednesday.” You said, quickly cutting Xavier off. “You want a Kaffee or something?”
You caught a glance of Xavier side eyeing you but you just brushed him off and kept smiling. However Xavier decided to add to your comment with his own. Seemingly dragging himself back into the conversation you tried to overtake.
“It’s one of the many perks of this wonderful assignment.” He said, to which you nodded in agreement. Sure you didn’t want him to be a part of this conversation but he definitely was right. The best part of this assignment was the free coffee.
“I’m actually here for Tyler.” Wednesday said to which you crossed your arms and scoffed at.
“I told you he was bad news.” Xavier replied verbally.
“Twice, from both of you.” She said flatly. “But who I speak to is my business.” She continued before ringing the bell.
Your face scrunched at the annoying ding but brushed it off as Tyler came out from the back.
“You rang?” Tyler said.
Wednesday looked at you and Xavier as if asking you both to leave them. Both you and the brunette scoffed before you grabbed Xavier’s forearm.
“Come on Xav.” You said as you dragged him away in the other direction.
Xavier pulled his arm out of your grasp and looked at you in disbelief. “Xav?” You couldn’t tell if he was offended, hurt or something else. “Really?”
“What?” You replied, questioning him before you paused, finally processing what you did.
“Whatever. Get back to work, Thorpe.” You turned on your heel and went back to wiping tables, now feeling some kind of pit in your stomach for the rest of the day.
⚰︎ After that things pretty much stayed as they were
⚰︎ You did get pretty jealous when Wednesday asked Xavier to the Rave’N dance, but for some reason you couldn’t exactly tell who you were jealous of and just winded up avoiding anything to do with the Rave’N dance altogether
⚰︎ Only after the Rave’N dance did you find out that Xavier and Wednesday didn’t go together and you felt relief flood throughout you
⚰︎ However after that you did start skipping any and all classes you had with Xavier and Wednesday, because you felt that put in your stomach from your Weathervane assignment all over again
⚰︎ You only ever showed up to class for any possible tests and to pick up class work you missed, other then that you isolated yourself in your dorm and gave the silent treatment to your vampire roommate if they ever tried to ask about what was happening with you
⚰︎ Quite literally, you disappeared into the shadows of your guys dorm room until they stopped questioning you or they left
⚰︎ That continued all the way until Xavier was arrested for supposedly being the monster(that you managed to find out is called a Hyde due to your roommate)
⚰︎ Though due to you knowing Xavier for as long as you have and how you were both practically attached to the hip before the whole Wednesday thing, you knew damn well you would’ve been dragged into the whole thing way before Wednesday even showed up, therefore automatically telling you Xavier was innocent
⚰︎ However you were confident that Xavier was not the Hyde monster, you couldn’t help but feel slightly betrayed due to you anxiety and insecurities eating you up and telling you that you’re only saying he’s innocent cause he’s your best friend
You laid on your back facing the roof, headphones over your beanie blasting music as your head swarmed with thoughts.
Was Xavier really the Hyde?
Was it because of Wednesday? Is that why he didn’t tell you? No, the monster had been around before her and the whole Wednesday crush thing.
Could he have just not trusted you with his secret?
Were you not trustworthy?
You wouldn’t have told on him, he was your best friend. So why wouldn’t he have trusted you?
Were you a bad friend?
⚰︎ After sitting like that for an hour or so you told yourself to “man up” and decided to go and find out if you or your anxieties were right, which was pretty easy for you to sneak out of a Nevermore and into the police station due to you being able to manipulate shadows
⚰︎ You remember the whole night as if it was yesterday
⚰︎ You remember sitting next to his cell and asking him questions that he answered
⚰︎ And him and you both sitting on opposite sides of his cell back to back holding hands as you both cried and apologized to one another
⚰︎ You remember all of it
⚰︎ You also very much remember him pulling your hand through the bars and kissing up your arm as far as he could while saying “sorry” before you had to disappear into the shadows before one of the deputies walked in
⚰︎ You also remember after the whole crackstone thing where you had thanked Wednesday for taking an arrow for Xavier because “he’s an idiot”
⚰︎ And how she immediately went to asking if you and Xavier were a thing
⚰︎ You and Xavier were practically dating after the whole night in the police department and didn’t even realize until then
⚰︎ (That was just something you both laughed about after though, alongside both of your guy’s old crushes on Wednesday)
⚰︎ After you guys came to terms that you both liked one another everything had practically gone back to they way it was before, just you guys being more than friends this time
⚰︎ Though one thing didn’t change however
⚰︎ And that was your guys rivalry
⚰︎ Everything was a competition and or a fight now
⚰︎Examples:
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You, in a whiny voice: “Xav I’m tireddd.”
Xavier, in a mocking voice: “Xav I’m tired.”
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Xavier would always answer (basically) all your questions and requests with a “no” before actually answering/fulfilling your request(s).
You: “Hug me.”
Xavier: “clingy much?”
Xavier: *hugs you anyways*
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You’ll both wind up fighting over who can eat faster anywhere at anytime. You could be having dinner with both your families and friends and still wind up scarfing down all your food to beat the other.
Xavier: *eating quickly so he can go draw*
You: *eats just as fast so you can listen to music*
Both: *Glaring across the table as you both scarf down food trying to clear your plate before the other*
➢
Xavier: “I can’t believe we fell in love. We literally became the Rivals to Lovers trope irl.”
You, smirking: “Who doesn’t live a good cliche?”
➣
Xavier: “Hey, you want some leftovers?”
You: “What's that?”
Xavier: “You've never had leftovers???”
You: “No, because I'm not a quitter.”
Xavier: “… that’s a fucking lie.”
You: “Fuck off and die.”
Xavier: “Bet.”
You: “Wait no-“
Xavier, Smirking:
You: “I hate you.”
Xavier: “Good.”
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You: “I live to spite you.”
Xavier: “Then why are we married?”
You: “To ruin your life, duh.”
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Xavier gets up an hour earlier just so he can say he brushed his teeth first.
Now you both go to bed at eight and wake up around 3:40 just to beat the other.
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You: “I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you.”
Xavier: “10 times 0 is still 0 though.”
You: “Jokes on you, I can't do math.”
Xavier:
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You: “Three words. Say them and I‘ll buy dinner.”
Xavier: “Three words.”
You:
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Xavier: “Okay, help me with this drawing… please.”
You: “Got two words for you.”
Xavier: “I bet they won't be helpful.”
You, with a close eyed smile: “Your problem.”
Xavier: “I was right.”
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He also does his best to remember dates just so he can pull shit like this:
You: “Can you please be serious for five minutes?”
Xavier: “My record is four, but I think I can do it.”
You: “Why am I dating you?”
Xavier, smiling: “Because you said “I love you” first.”
You:
You: “Did I?”
Xavier:
Xavier: “March 2nd at—“
You: “jeez okay fine just shut up.”
Xavier, smirking:
You: “I hate you.”
Xavier: “Keep telling yourself that.”
➢
He would probably give you his left kidney with absolutely zero questions but won’t give you his phone charger even if his phone is at like 70%
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Trivial matters trip both of you up and you both being stubborn, wind up arguing over said matters.
You: “who’s turn is it to do the dishes?”
Xavier:
Xavier:: “ I think it’s yours.”
You: “But I did them yesterday.”
Xavier: “No you most definitely did not.”
You: “Did too!”
Xavier: “Did not!—“
And it continues.
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“...okay.”
summary: the reader’s jealously result in them confessing their feelings for xavier
paring: xavier thorpe x gn!reader
warnings: jealously (?)
377 words
lower case intended!
okok so: xavier and the reader are dating and the reader feels jealousy from his eagerness to know more about wednesday, just a bunch of reassurance!
the rain danced on [y/n’s] window rythmaticlly. [y/n] was on their bed, scrolling mindlessly on their phone, that was until xavier texted them.
they looked up from their phone, straight towards their window where they saw xavier drenched in rain, pleading to come in. they let him in and he made himself comfortable on [y/n’s] bed. “what do you need xavier?” [y/n] said with their arms crossed.
“what, can’t i come visit my lovely [y/n]?” he said, closing the gap between them with a hug and a kiss on their forehead. “i’ve missed you this week, ” he whispered, “ive been busy with wednesday all week and when i came to find you, i couldn't - where were you?”
[y/n] looked up as they spoke, “i’ve been hiding from you.”
“what, why?” he asked with a confused expression, slightly loosening his grip on his partner.
“well, wednesday addams,”
everyone was talking about her, naming her ‘the new emo girl’ in school, and xavier was part of the group, all he talked about was his fasciation with wednesday.
“the days before i was hiding from you, all you would do is talk about her, it was like you were her own personal fan boy!” they took a step away from his embrace, “oh my gosh, wednesday this, oh my gosh wednesday that, i’m sure she’s lovely but, i got tired hearing my boyfriend fangirl about some girl, so i started hiding from you.”
xavier’s lips formed a smirk, “you know what? something about you smells real bad. ‘wanna know what it is?” [y/n] looks at him, “it’s jealousy.” he said teasingly.
“i am not jealous.”
“you are so, but you know what? its okay, i understand i’ve been spending a lot of time with her and i’m sorr-”
“not a lot, a huge amount! it’s so unfair!” [y/n] crossed their arms, slightly pouting.
“okay, i’ve been spending a huge amount of time with her. i’m so sorry baby, please let me make it up to you, okay?”
“...okay.”
xavier smiled wide and embraced [y/n] once more, this time kissing them deeply. “next time please tell me these things okay? i dont want to make you feel left out of anything.”
“okay.” they smiled, pulling him into a kiss.
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More than friends, definitely more than lovers x.t. (pt3)
a/n: here is the third and (maybe) final part. y'all ate this up and really loved the first two, and for that i am so thankful for you all! so please, enjoy.
pairing: xavier thorpe x gn!reader
summary: nevermore's favorite tortured couple seems to be back on the mends, the only question, will it work out? are they going to make it through or are they only going to make it worse?
warnings: fluff, angst, love triangle (kinda) light swearing? not much tho, suggestive themes
word count: 2,365
part 1 part 2
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"Hey," he smiled. The way he looked at you made your heart flutter. It was if he couldn't believe you were really there. Like he dreamed of this moment, and now that he has it, he truly couldn't comprehend if it was actually real or not. But it was. And his heart soared at that thought.
Standing there, you made no move to speak. You were waiting for him to say anything first. You wouldn't let yourself fall on your knees for him like your mind told you too. So you looked up right into his eyes, using every method you knew to make him bend to your will.
"Don't give me that look," For the one time in almost a month he looked way from you first.
"What look?" You played dumb.
"That one!" he threw one of his hands up and shook his head. "The one that makes me want to crawl at your feet and start.. begging." He still looked down as he ran his hands through his hear and went to grab for a hair tie. At his point he needed to get all the hair out of his face before he went to rip it all out.
"That sounds pretty nice actually, you should beg." You crossed your arms trying to keep in your anger, whatever was keeping him from apologizing was running your patience thin.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Xavier kept his head down but kept fiddling with the rings that adorned his slender fingers. "I was an asshole. You deserved much more than what I gave you. The last thing I should've done was.. what I did."
He was hesitant to actually acknowledge that he ignored you, his best friend of years, for a girl who genuinely gave him little to zero attention, got him arrested and imprisoned, and who wasn't actually into him after she led him on for so long.
"Oh yes and please, remind what it was that you did?" Now your anger was quite literally smoke blowing out of your ears. You missed this guy? He's wanted this little meeting for so long and he can't even commit to it.
"Well I-" He stuttered.
"Oh my god you can't even admit to it! You make me so frustrated!" You were yelling straight in his face now.
"Like, sexually?" This skinny little twink had the audacity to make a joke about your rage and start laughing at his own jokes.
"Why did I even entertain this stupid idea.." You pushed your headphones back onto your head and started for the stairs.
"Okay wait, wait hold up!" Xavier grabbed onto your arm and pulled you back towards him. With one slick movement he pulled them down to rest around your neck, and slid his hands down your arms to grab your hands. He stroked the back of your hands with thumbs smoothly.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you like that. I ignored you, abandoned you, treated you so horribly for how much more you actually deserve. So please, if you find me deserving," Xavier got down on one knee, hand still in yours, and looked up at you with those big green eyes. "Forgive me, lets go back to what we were, and I will be forever at your mercy."
"Wow. Poetic. You write now?" You tilted your head at him and raised your brows so far, they almost disappeared into your hair. But the corners of your mouth can't help but lift.
"I dabble," his smile grew four times as large and made your stomach flip, in the good way.
"How about you dabble in being a better friend?" You laughed and pulled him up by the hand he was still holding. You weren't sure if he still realized but neither of you had let go yet.
Playfully, and to diffuse some of the lingering tension, you lightly shoved him and walked back up the stairs to leave this spooky little library. He laughed and followed after quickly, skipping two steps as he jumped up the stairs.
"Aye aye, captain."
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It'd been a week since you and Xavier started talking again, he was attached at your hip. He worshiped the ground you walked on and to an extent it was hilarious. Beyond that you ate it up. This was as close to the attention you have craved from him for years as you were gonna get.
"See, now at this point I don't know if he's whipped or if you are," Val rolled from her desk, all the way to you at yours. One look at the polaroid's littered all over your desk, extra drawings, some pinned while some hidden, and soon she gagged.
"Shut up," You pushed her head off your shoulder but you couldn't push the smile off your face. Your eyes couldn't leave the most recent polaroid pinned on your mirror, written underneath "idiots in love" because Val thought she was the funniest bitch in the world. The photo itself was from a movie night you had with the whole group. Xavier and you had fallen asleep on the couch, not that close to each other, but close enough to have reached for each other subconsciously. Ajax snapped the photo and after your best friend wrote all over it he gave it to you later when people weren't paying attention and everything had died down.
"Why don't you just tell him you love him?" Val grabbed a pen from your desk and start drawing all over your hand and your forearm.
"I just got him back, I can't lose him again." You sighed and pushed up your sleeve and gave her more access room. Val stopped short for a minuet to look up into your eyes. She could read you like a poorly written magazine. It was in your eyes, everything she needed to know.
The desperation, the longing, the aching, she had to take a softer approach with you otherwise you'd break. Not that you were fragile, but you were.
"Sometimes you have to take risks, you'll never know if you don't try babe." Her hand came up to hold and stroke your cheek, "You should try. Isn't the risk of a love so great it'd go down in history, worth it?"
And it was if your love was a force so large, bound by gravity's thick lasso, you were pulled towards him. Unable and unwilling to stop yourself.
"Yeah, it is."
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You realized some new things after talking to Val that night. Love made you poetic, you were up all night thinking about how your words were not your own, but merely fragments of the words he had given your soul to sing.
Oh god you were pathetic. So you did the only levelheaded thing you could do, tell Xavier everything and be rational later.
He was in his art shed late at night, music quietly pushing through the walls and finding their way thought every crevice. You pounded on the door and waited for him to open the door. You fiddled with the scarf that rested around your neck while you waited. After not hearing anything for a while you knocked again, louder this time.
Soon enough he opened the door and turned down the music when he saw you, "Hey, what's up?" He grabbed your hand and pulled you through the doorway and close it behind you.
"Xavier, look-" You cut yourself off after taking a glace around the shed. There was a painting, or a charcoal sketch, or a character study of you. Everywhere. Every 3 square feet, to be exact. "It's me?"
He laughed nervously, "Uh yeah." A hand came up to scratch and then readjust his still wet hair. "The distance kinda drove me mad, and you were some good inspiration." One new thing and your relationship with Xavier, he told you everything now. Full, and total, transparency. The music kept playing in the background and the low lighting provided the most insane ambiance for the possibly stupid decision you were about to make.
"Xavier I need to tell you something," You shed your scarf and sweater and placed it on the nearest chair. "It's really important." You looked into his eyes and all the words seemed to have magically left your mind, as well as all logical thought.
The way he was looking at you, sat on the edge of a nearby desk, arm propped up behind him to keep him steady. "Mhm?" He asked so innocently it drove you mad.
"I love you." You bit the bullet and spouted all the words that had been building up for quite literal ages. He flushed such a bright red it almost matched the color of his shirt.
"Y-You're my best friend," You cut him off by shaking your head vigorously.
"No. No no, Xavier, I love you." You'd never seen him so quiet. Blinking, adam's apple bobbing in his throat as if it was like swallowing was all he could do.
You rushed up to him and grabbed the side of his face, gently but eagerly attaching his lips to yours. You gave him time to respond, to push you off, to pull you closer, to do anything, and when nothing came you pulled away. Faces inches from each other all you did was stare in his eyes. So disheartened, you started to move backwards.
Xavier stood to his full height now and pulled you closer to him, both of his hands now up and resting on your face. His hands were so big they traced your jawline and caressed the side of your neck. Both of your mouths now moving slowly and sensually against each others. You brought up your hands to rest your palms against the back of his, a soft grip warming your hands and hearts.
Eventually oxygen was needed so you had to pull away. His hands stayed in place and yours only gripped his harder. Eye contact kept between you two mixed with the sound of your lungs greedily pulling air in and out. Smile crept up your faces and you started laughing. Both of you could barely grasp what was happening, all you knew was that you genuinely were never happier.
Following his arms your hands moved to the back of his neck, and his fell down to your waist. Years of pent up pining had come to this. Naturally you two became greedy. Panting and grabbing at each other for more. Your arm went pull around his neck and your other hand grabbed a fistful of his hair pulling and tugging. When you pulled a little too hard and a low groan escaped his mouth into yours, and the grip on your waist tightened, and you could feel his fingers digging into your skin, you only wanted more.
Things got desperate and hot fast. Xavier lowered his hands ever so slightly to creep up underneath your shirt and his cold palms set something afire in you. The simple touch of his skin on yours made you gasp, and he took the opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue.
Almost as soon as it had started, he started pulling away. "Wait, love wait," he pulled away from you and pushed the hair out of your face while studying it with his eyes.
"Did I do something?" Insecurity started to fill you as now you had a chance to think, though your mind was foggy.
"Do something? No, my girl you could never," He stroked the side of your face and pressed his forehead against yours. "Do you really mean this?"
"Sure would be real stupid if I didn't, huh?" You laughed and ran a hand through his hair. You two just took a minute to look in each others eyes, to take it all in.
"I love you." Xavier repeated back to you.
"I mean I'd hope so, that would suck if you didn't," Very quickly you returned to humor as your coping mechanism. He shook his head and pressed one more quick kiss to your lips.
"Ask me the stupid question already," You smiled and grabbed his hands.
"Y'know, patience is a virtue," He started tracing the veins on your hands. You looked at him and tugged on his arms gently. "Will you be my partner?" He tilted his head at the end of the question, what a bottom.
"No."
"What?"
"I'm joking, shut up and kiss me," You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck.
"Yes ma'am," He leaned back in and captured your lips with his.
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When you got back to your dorm that night, lips swollen with a few hickeys poorly hidden by your poorly applied scarf, Val raised her eyebrows and immediately sat you down to talk. You spent hours that night going over it, every detail you could recall. Which was every single detail.
Into the late hours of the night, Val eventually fell sleep right next to you, face smashed into your pillow and a light snore escaping her lips every few minutes. Your blanket was pulled over her and you stared at the ceiling, too giddy to fall asleep just yet. Xavier had already texted you "i love you" and "goodnight my love <3" Of course you responded and you stared at your new home and lock screen, a photo of you and Xavier on a weekend trip to Jericho.
Then, at the genuine ass crack of dawn as the sun started rising, you remembered a promise you had made him years ago, when you were still young.
"I promise, I'll prove to them your heart beats the same way as theirs."
And you couldn't help but think you'd done it. He was so very capable of love and you only helped bring that out in him. Whatever the future had in store for you, you could handle it now. At least now with Xavier at your side you can.
Who could've ever imagined that you would've fallen so deeply in love with this boy? Against all odds, it seems, you found yourself inexplicably drawn to him. Infatuated like a poor man, and completely at his mercy.
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Look after you- (x.t)
Pairing: xavier thorpe x gn!reader
Request: Hey I was wondering if ur requests are open for Xavier? If so will u please write fluff Xavier Thorpe taking care of sick reader
Warnings: sick reader. fluff. fluff. fluff. (Please let me know if I should be aware of anything else)
you’ve begun to feel like homeee
It had been a few days since you had gotten a good night's rest. Constantly waking up in the middle of the night in a pool of your own sweat, being unable to breathe through your nose, and coughing fits had become the new normal for the past three days. The lack of movement caused your bones to ache. You had begged your boyfriend, Xavier, not to come visit you because you looked like you had just returned from a brutal war. You were afraid you'd scare him away with your puffy, bloodshot eyes, which were accompanied by eye bags from lack of sleep.
When you first started feeling ill, you told him it might be a good idea if you stayed away until you felt better. He passed by your dorm after class and slid a drawing of you beneath your door in hopes of making you smile. It’s safe to say his drawings always did. The second day, he said he missed your voice and sat outside in the hall until curfew, talking to you through the door.
The third day was a little quieter. You hadn't heard anything from him all day. He usually texts you throughout the day, and since you've been sick, he's been quick to respond. However, not today. You found it odd, but figured he was occupied with classes.
At noon, there was a knock on your door. You wondered who it could be since classes would continue for another three hours. With two blankets wrapped around your shivering body, you managed to make it to the door. The dark, wooden door swung open, revealing a tall and lanky figure in front of you. “Hi pumpkin,” a huge smile plastered on his handsome face. You let out a loud yelp and began to close the door. To your dismay, Xavier instantly swung his foot forward to prevent you from slamming it in his face. Mentally cursing yourself for being twice as slow as you normally would be.
"Xavier, I look like shit!" Shame had led you to shield your face with one of your blankets.
"I highly doubt that," Xavier’s voice now coming from inside your room. "I brought you some stuff," he said before dumping the contents that were in a paper bag onto your bed. You stood at one end of the room, face hidden, keeping your distance from him.
"Medicine, ice cream, tissues, and those little candies that relieve your sore throat"
He quickly glanced over at your hidden figure and chuckled before approaching you.
"Babe, thank you for the stuff, but please leave," you whined, taking a step back as he got closer. “I don't want to get you sick."
“That’s no way to thank me” Xavier caressed both of your cheeks and pressed his plump, pink lips against yours. "Now let's go run you a bath," he said as he spun on his heels and made his way into your bathroom.
"Aren't you supposed to be in class? You don't have to do this, baby," a pouty lip visible on your sick and pale face, assuring him that you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.
Before filling the bathtub to the brim, Xavier turned on the water and checked it’s temperature “Would you relax? I want to look after you, angel." Again, he presses his lips against yours, this time you give in and kiss him back. His lips began looking irresistible after three days of being unable to see him.
"Hands up," he instructed as he removed the pajamas you had been wearing the last few days, folded them neatly, and set them aside on your bathroom sink. He examined your body for a minute in awe. Even with your hair in a messy bun and snot threatening to drip from your nose, he looked at you as if you were the most expensive diamond he'd ever laid eyes on.
While you relaxed in the bathtub to some of your favorite songs, he filled you in on the gossip you've missed the past few days. You swore he was the cure you were looking for when he wrapped you in a towel and put you in a clean set of pajamas. Xavier ultimately persuaded you to blow dry your hair so you wouldn't feel sicker, and the two of you nestled up in bed. One of his hands snaked beneath your head and wrapped itself around your body as you lay on his chest. Captivated with whatever it was on television that managed to catch your attention.
“Thank you for taking care of me, xavi” you uttered as you turned to look up at him.
"Pumpkin, you don't have to thank me,” He gave your nose a tiny boop as he remarked, "I do it because I love you.” Your focus returned to the t.v and you wondered how you managed to get so lucky to be with such a caring and loving boyfriend. He constantly reminded you that you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen, regardless of how crazy you looked. He didn't seem to care that your bed wasn't made and that your room was littered with used tissues. He didn't mind skipping his final two class periods to come see you. He simply wanted to make sure you were doing okay and would do whatever it took to make you feel better.
A.N: it’s the “hands up” for me :((
for the bestie that sent in this request- this was a cute one! i hope it was more or less what you were hoping for. thank you for requesting 🤍🦋🪴🧚🏼♀️
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xavier loves kissing your collarbone, its canon.
real!! imagining him pulling back your shirt at random times of the day, lithe fingers crooking until the bone begins to peek out and just,,, leaning down to press a cute lil kiss to it. gentle as anything, soft lips flattening against it. sometimes you feel him sag against you a little, his eyelashes ticking at your shoulder where his eyes have drooped shut. and he does that whenever he needs to ground himself or he feels like the time since he last touched you has stretched too long. he loves to feel close to you and that helps him achieve that.
he’s my baby<333
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Can we get Xavier protecting reader? Like maybe Bianca I’d jealous of their relationship or smth and is being mean to reader and Xavier is really protective and sweet?
Yes I can!
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Jealous Girl
Xavier Thorpe x gn!reader
Summary-:You were so happy to finally call Xavier yours, but everything come at a cost, out of all the people that could've been his ex, it just had to be Bianca Barclay.
Warnings: Bullying, slight angst, tinsy bit of violence, lmk if there is anything else!
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I got out of your 3rd period this morning due to my teacher needing work done in the library, he was a good teacher, but he put all his paperwork onto his students. Honestly, I could never understand it, but then again, I wasn't complaining.
I began to walk up to the front desk to give the work to Thornhill until I overheard a few female students talking beyond the shelves,
"They're trying way to hard. He probably just asked them out as a rebound."
Oh my God, are they talking about me?
I had just gotten with "The Tortured Artist" of Nevermore, Xavier Thorpe. He and Bianca Barclay had broken up a few months ago, she's 10 times more irritating than she already was. She would always target me, I was just like any other kid at the school, an outcast, so I don't know why she had to single me out all the time.
I stopped my tracks so I could keep listening to their conversation.
"Right? It's honestly embarrassing. The way they were holding his hand today while walking down the hallway was so weird."
They all laughed, then Bianca chimed in,
"They probably brainwashed him or something, honestly can't think of another reason he'd want to ask them out."
That's when I decided it was time to find Thornhill and get out of here, the bell was going to ring soon anyways. I could feel myself getting lightheaded, I wanted to cry, I couldn't wait for the end of the day so I could let it all out.
I eventually find Thornhill and hand her the paperwork, she thanks me, and I leave the library. The hall is scattered with students, I feel an arm wrap around me, I look up towards the direction to find Xavier. "Hey there," he smirks at me, I give him a light smile in return, he furrows his eyebrows at me.
"Hey, are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"
"I've got to get to class."
I move his arm from my shoulder and walk off to my next class, I hate to leave him like that but I'm just not in the mood right now, if Bianca and her friends are telling the truth I'm just a random rebound he asked out on a date out of pity.
Thank God Enid is in this class, I could really use her right now.
"Hey! Oof, you look rough." She informs me.
I look at her, "Yeah, I overheard Bianca and her friends talking crap about me and Xavier in the library this morning and I can't help but think that they're right."
"Oh my God? What did they say?"
"Just saying how I'm just his rebound to get over Biance and that I'm trying too hard, etc."
Enid just looked at me in shock, she opened her mouth to say something, but the teacher started talking so she shut her mouth. I wonder if she agrees, what if everyone agrees?
It's hard to pay attention when my mind has drifted so far away, I feel like I should talk to him but at the same time I don't want to see him, not because I'm mad, just because I'm ashamed, scratch that.
He's ashamed of me.
"Okay, that wraps everything up, everyone remember to read chapter 10 of your books and go over your notes for the test tomorrow!"
The bell rings, I feel like it's been an eternity since I have entered this class. I walk out before Enid can catch up to me, I don't think I have ever felt this zoned out. Praise the Gods this is my free period, I go out to the center courtyard and sit at one of the benches. I don't even pull out my book, I just sit there staring at the grass in silence.
I hear footsteps walking towards the area thinking it's just a teacher,
"How pathetic."
I look up to find Bianca, wonderful. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm running an errand for Thornhill, but it can wait. What's your damage, how dare you corrupt him like that?
"What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, well, who. You need to stop being Xaviers little 'partner.'" She puts the last part in air quotes.
I just look up at her without saying anything, she adds to her last sentence, "He's only with you because he was so terribly in love with me that he needed something to distract him after we broke up, and it looks like he went with a pet."
I continue to stay silent, the more she talks the more I'm convinced she's right. I began to get up from the bench and walk towards my next class earlier than usual, she grabs my arm, "Where do you think you're going?" She pulls my back so are faces are inches apart and brings her hand to my throat. How did I get here? Why did I go on that date with him?
"Hey!"
Someone shouts before her grip can get any tighter, I look around with squinted eyes then start gasping for air as she lets go. She backs away, "What the hell Bianca?"
It's Xavier.
"Someone had to do it, they had it coming, they've brainwashed you Xavier, you're the crazy one."
He just looks at her, he grabs onto my torso to help walk me to his dorm, once we finally reach the dorm room I start to cry all the tears that have been pent up since this morning.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, you're fine." He brings his hand up to my face, I grab his hand and take it off of my cheek and walk over to his bed. Xavier gives me a confused look and sits next to me on the bed, "What's wrong with you? You've been acting like this all day."
I didn't want to talk about it, or let him see me for that matter, but it was now or never. "Are you ashamed of me?"
He gives me a blank stare, "What? Of course not, what would make you think that?"
"I overheard Bianca and her friends talking about how you only asked me out because you needed a rebound and you felt bad for me."
He chuckles and moves a piece of hair out of my eye, "I think we've learned not to trust Bianca; I didn't ask you out to get over her, I asked you out because I think you are an amazing person and pretty at that."
I smile at him and give him a small kiss, he pulls me in for a hug as i lean into his touch,
Sorry if this is a lil short
I finally feel complete again.
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Why do I feel that Xavier would throat train reader with new paint brushes or somethin'. Bc his dick it sooo long poor reader can't even take half before their gagging 🥺 pretty tears running down their face, and either little praises telling reader "doing so good for me? Only for me." OR he's making fun of reader "look at you. How pathetic, you barely got me in your mouth and your crying like a little slut. Should just force my way into that tiny little mouth of yours whaddya think about that hmm? Me just taking what I want from your pretty holes? Fuck, yeah just like that, my pretty little slut."
AN: sorry Xavier Thorpe brain rott
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insecurities
I accidentally deleted this so its a repost!
gigiislove
Anonymous asked:
xavier thorpe x reader please!! could you write a comfort fic where the reader comforts him about insecurities fluffy please 🥰🥰
gigiislove answered:
of course!! i’m obsessed with him atm!! here you go bae ❣️❣️
xavier thorpe x gn!reader
i don’t think i used any pronouns but please comment if you notice any so i can fix it!
xavier has put on weight since you first started dating. luckily he has you there to reassure him, always.
warnings: crying, mentions of weight and insecurities, partial nudity, self hatred, disordered eating (restrictive), and kissing.
i think i got everything but comment if i need to add anymore warnings please!
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xavier had been growing distant for weeks. “i don’t even know what i did! everything was fine last time we talked and all of the sudden he’s pretending i don’t even exist!”
enid just shook her head “he needs to get it together. if he doesn’t try to fix this by tonight you need to just confront…” the bell interrupted her so she quickly walked away.
after getting back to your room that night night, you decided to try and call your boyfriend. no matter what he always answers your calls. it went straight to voicemail. that is it. you grabbed your coat and stomped towards your door.
when you arrived at his dorm you immediately started banging on the door. after a few minutes with no answer you grabbed the extra key on top of the door frame and let yourself in.
“xavier i know you’re in here” you yelled, noticing his shoes and coat still by the door. you continued into the room and noticed it looked completely different from the last time you had visited.
the ground was covered in dirty clothes and the bed was unmade. xavier always kept his room neat so he could focus on homework.
“xavier if you don’t talk to me right now, we are done!!” you slammed you hand on his desk. you started to hear sniffles coming from the bathroom.
“xavi? are you ok?”
“where are you”
you noticed the bathroom door slightly open and pushed it slowly. there he was in front of the floor like mirror, in nothing but a towel.
you rushed over and kneel to the ground, “xavi what wrong bubs?” you noticed him shaking and quickly threw you arms around him.
“baby calm down what’s wrong?”
he started talking and began to sob. “i feel like i’ve been putting on weight since we started dating! i’m trying to fix it i promise!” he buried his head into your shoulder.
“xavi what do you mean you’re trying to fix it?!?!? what’s going on baby?” you stroked his hair.
“please just don’t leave me. i swear i can fix it, just give me a few more weeks” he said through sniffles.
you pulled his head back and wiped the tears with your thumb. “xavi honey what are you talking about? why would i leave you?”
he lowered his head and started to explain. “i’ve put on weight the past few months and i need to lose it for you. ii don’t want you to see it and want to leave! i can’t lose you, i love you.”
you felt tears begin to stream down your face. how could he think that! you thought he was perfect.
“why would i leave you over something like that? i love you no matter what you look like! and there’s nothing wrong with you, you just put on some healthy weight!!”
he grabs onto you again. “you promise?”
“of course baby! what did you mean when you said you were fixing it?”
“nothing, it’s nothing!”
“xavi what did you mean?”
he sighed and got up. you followed him into his room and he motioned for you to lay down on his bed. after you lay down he climbs on top of you and rests his head on your chest.
“i’ve been trying to lose weight for you. i thought if i went on a diet i could do it but nothing worked, so i tried to skip meals and i don’t even notice a change. i thought if i stopped eating it would help.”
you put your hands on his back and gently scratched it. “baby you never have to do anything to change for me. you know that right? and you can’t just not eat honey. you’re going to hurt yourself doing that!”
he nuzzled closer to your body. you could feel his rib cage poking into your stomach. “baby when’s the last time you ate?”
“just a few hours ago. i had a sandwich and started to freak out. that’s why i was in the bathroom.”
“bubs i love you so much, you can’t do this again. i love you no matter how you look ok? you have to tell me if you feel like this.”
“i will, i promise. can we just sleep for now, m’so tired?”
you started to get up and he tightened his arms around your waist. “xavi you can’t sleep in a towel i need to get you a changed.”
it was like he had forgotten he wasn’t completely dressed and he quickly tried to cover his stomach and chest. you were already in his closet and didn’t notice.
you came back with a pair of old pajama pants and a white tee. “xavi baby can you move the towel so we can get you ready for bed?”
he slower uncovered himself and flinched back, as if he was expecting you to say something bad. you helped him into the pants and grabbed his shirt.
“arms up bubs” you began to slide the shirt down his body. you put your hand under it on his hip and rubbed his waist slightly with your thumb.
“baby you don’t have to worry about that with me. you are perfect.”
you laid back down and he quickly followed, turning to face you and wrapping his arms around you. you played with his hair and went about to ask him if he wanted to go sleep when you heard soft snores coming from him.
you smiled down and kissed his forehead. “i love you baby. goodnight.”
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Im officially adding the show Wednesday to my writing list cause I need more fics with it and I feel really motivated to write about it. I’ll mostly write xavier x reader and Wednesday x reader.
But on request of course also other characters.
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Xavier Thorpe X Male Reader - Relapses
A/N - hey I’m not feeling good mentally so I wrote this for myself and my brother, so we could both feel a tad bit better. It’s pretty short but eh, i dont have any energy to make it longer or more detailed. Im working on some other fics too but I might be a tad bit slow :)
Warnings - Major TW for s3lf harm and anxiety attacks, don’t read if u get triggered by that stuff
Your boyfriend's voice broke you out of your trance. You didn't even know how long you'd been sitting on the floor, your back against the dark wooden wall, staring off somewhere into the distance. You tried to speak but found that you couldn't - you were simply too tired after having an anxiety attack and after relapsing.
''Hey, everything ok?'' Xavier asked you, worried, and kneeled down so he was at your eye level. You weakly shook your head to indicate a yes, even though you were feeling shit and super tired.
''What happened?'' He pressed on and placed a comforting hand on one of your knees. You tried to speak again, why was it so hard right now? ''Attack'' you muttered and averted your gaze, too embarrassed about what you were going to say next.
''Relapsed'', you whispered, your voice shaky, tears threatening to spill out of your already red, bloodshot eyes. You could feel Xavier ponder on what to say next, so as not to hurt you in any way.
You were waiting for him to lash out at you, about how you were weak and that you had everything you needed, but instead he gently lifted you up and placed you on your bed. He got in next to you before pulling the covers over the both of you.
Xavier hugged you close to him and placed a kiss on your forehead before softly asking ''Can I see them? You don't have to if you don't want to show me''.
You slowly turned your head to look at him, every little movement you made taking a huge amount of energy to do. His gaze was fixated on you, looking sympathetic and genuine, so you pulled up one of your sleeves, and right under it were fresh cuts.
Still unsure of what was going to happen next you turned your eyes away and focused on the blue covers, that you were under. What you didn't expect at all, was Xavier gently lifting your arm to his lips and kissing your scars. You couldn't hold back anymore and tears slowly slid down your cheeks.
''You know, I don't think any less of you because of this, I still think you're the most beautiful man I've ever met,'' he said while pulling you closer. You cried while he held you close and whispered how much he loved you, and how brave and strong he thought you were despite everything.
Xavier held you close to him until you fell asleep. He kissed your forehead one last time before whispering ''Nothing will ever change how much I love you, nothing at all,'' before drifting off to sleep himself.
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Secret’s Out
Pairings: Rowan Laslow x gn!reader / Xavier Thorpe x enemy/ex!reader
Summary: Nevermore’s heir falls for the outcasted Outcast.
Warnings: Xavier is a bit of a bitch, slapping, suggestive themes, tooth-rotting fluff. Rowan’s nicknames are Obi-Wan and Row Boat because I said so. (Tagging @unfixqble)
Word Count: 0.7k
You were the crowned royalty of Nevermore, the school for Outcasts. Both literally and figuratively. Your great (x whatever) grandparents founded the school and you always got the highest scores in class. Everyone praised the ground you walked on. Once you accidentally bumped into someone and before you could apologise, they mumbled out sorries and kissed your shoes. You had to deliver an assembly on why kissing people’s shoes was wrong, weird, and downright disgusting.
But with you being, well, you, it came as a shock to the whole school when you turned down Xavier Thorpe’s proposal. He was the only one in the entire school that could even compare to you. But the news of you dating Rowan Laslow, the outcast of the Outcasts, made the school tremble. Seriously, there was an earthquake the day everyone found out. Pathetic fallacy at its finest.
Rowan rushed up to you the day after with scarlet filled cheeks and watery eyes. “I swear I didn’t tell anyone.” He said hurriedly and you scrunched your eyes together before widen them. “y/n?”
Your eyes wrinkled at the sides as you smiled widely, dimples on full display. “I don’t care that everyone knows, Obi-Wan.” You tiptoed up so you could kiss his lips. All of his worries flowed away with that single kiss until people surrounded you. Some booed, some cheered and clapped, but it was all static in your ears. “C’mon.” You held out your hand.
Rowan gave a lopsided grin and took your hand as you pushed through the crowd. The two of you were on cloud nine. Somehow even more in love with the other than before. Nothing could bring you down.
Nothing apart from Xavier.
A stack of papers dropped onto your desk whilst you were waiting for your History teacher. You looked up in confusion, meeting Xavier’s hard glare. Before you could speak up he raised his hand, stopping you. “That’s why you won’t date me?” He scoffed. “Rowan Laslow of all people?”
“Back off, Xavier.” You rolled your eyes. “I won’t date you because I’m not attracted to you.”
“Bullshit!” Xavier slammed his hands down on the drawings, paintings, and photos he dropped onto your table. “Did he drug you? Is this some fucked up Harry Potter thing?” He asked.
“Humble yourself, Xavi.” You stood up, pointing at him. She waved it away and in retaliation, you slapped him.
The whole class gasped as you retracted your hand in shock. Xavier looked at you, holding his cheek. “Fuck you.” He spat, storming out of the class.
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You were lying on Rowan’s chest later that night, watching a movie on his laptop. You thought for a second, drawing circles on his abs with your finger before mumbling, “You know I love you more than anything, right?”
You heard Rowan laugh slightly, kissing your head. “I know. And I love you more, my moon.”
You smiled at his words, melting into him. “Wrong. I love you most.” You looked up at him with a grin, giving him a peck on the lips.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” You nodded surely.
“Prove it then.” Rowan murmured, kissing you.
You rose your eyebrows at him as he smirked. You scoffed, straddling him and kissing his neck. “You like that?” You asked after you left a hickey, gaining a moan from the boy underneath you.
He nodded, looking at you with a lustful gaze. “I love you more than you’ll ever know.” He whispered, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You grounded down on his crotch, causing him to groan and blush. “y/n…”
“What is it, baby?” You asked, rasping, lips pecking and nibbling on his neck. “Use your words.”
“Please.” Rowan begged before the door slammed open with a bang. You jumped, falling into the floor as Rowan covered his top half. “Miss Weems.” He said in embarrassment.
“Excuse me. I don’t mean to barge in here, but the two of you know the rules. After nine o’clock, you stay in your own dorms.” Headmistress Weems said accusingly. “y/n, allow me to escort you to your dormitory.”
“Ms. Weems, I-“ You stopped at the look she gave you. “Bye, Row Boat.” You mumbled, kissing Rowan softly
“y/n.” Weems said sternly when the kids started to deepen.
You groaned and pulled away, whispering another ’goodbye’ before being lectured on all the way to the other side of the school.
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High on Cloud 9
pairing: xavier thorpe x gn!reader
warnings: fullf, established relationship, slight nudity, ouid
summary: you stumble into your inebriated boyfriend, xavier, and have to take care of him.
a/n: once again, written at half past i should probably be asleep i have work and errands tomorrow. y'all love xavier and it feeds my addiction so please enjoy!
word count: 1.2k
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You'd strayed too long in the gardens, feeling the rush of life fill your veins as the plants brighten up a little in your presence. Anything that seemed like it needed a little more care and attention sought out for your touch and influence. You clipped enough chamomile from the nearby pot for two cups of tea. Just enough to refill your stash.
When people said you had a green thumb, they were telling the truth in multiple ways. Could you bring anything to life? Yeah. Did you have an affinity with foliage and plants? Sure. Were your thumbs green? Yes. But so were your whole hands just above your wrist.
Strolling through the halls trying to hide from teachers, you heard the echo of a call from a few halls down. It sounded vaguely like your name. Actually, it sounded exactly like your name because it was your name. As fast as you could you ran towards it while trying to keep quiet.
"Xavier?" You almost whisper yelled. "Why are you not in your dorm?" You approached your boyfriend quickly watching him trip over his own feet and slide down the walls laughing.
"Hi, my pretty lady," he wrapped himself around your legs in a hug, hands sat in the crook of your knees.
"Hi love, you're- oh." You tried to pull him up, but when you got closer to his face, chin resting on your thigh eyes gazing into yours, you smelt something rather familiar. Something similar to the fresh crop you grew for Ajax after he complained about his last one. You told him to use the smallest bit and dilute it for the best experience, yet with the way it was wafting off of Xavier you figured he probably didn't. "Yes come on love, lets go."
It took a hefty sum out of you to drag Xavier to this dorm, since you had to make sure no one caught you. But between his mumbles and drabbles about his fingers, the floors, the ceilings "no one seem to appreciate!"
"That's all fine, just move your hand for me," you could barely entertain his rambles as you fished your hand in his pocket to grab his keys and unlock the door.
"Y'know, this whole place is built so wonderful and gothically," he slumped against the wall when you bent to pull his shoes off. "the ceilings look like something straight out of an architecture.. history book.. or something." You pulled the layers of him and left him in a t-shirt and his joggers to sit him at his desk. "Why doesn't anyone look up and appreciate it more?" He was laid down in the star position now, giggly and admiring the roof of his dorm.
"I don't know darling," you hummed and started heating up some water on the electric kettle you left in Xavier's room a month ago. Next to it was a mug, waiting to be filled. You searched through your bag for the jar of honey Eugene gave you earlier, and the lemons Ms. Thornhill gave you after class. You were known for your obsession with teas so you needed to have the hookups for everything you needed when you weren't at home, in your garden conservatory.
"Xavier, lovely, get up and shower yeah?" You urged him from the side as you pulled out some fresh clothes for him.
"Are you my mother or my girlfriend?" He muttered as he got up and stumbled towards you. He gazed at you from his height with those big green doe eyes as he grabbed your hands, laying a kiss to the back of your hands before pressing his forehead against yours.
"You've called me both," pushing to your tiptoes you planted a quick kiss to his lips before playfully tapping his ass and directing him towards the bathroom shower. He laugh loudly and tipped his head all the way back before floating into the shower and slipping out a "yes ma'am!" before closing the door.
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You'd settled comfortably on his bed, picking up where you left off with your edition of Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf, when you heard a knock from the shower, and the soft mumble of your name.
Sliding off his bed and padding to the door, you creaked it open and slipped your head through, "Yes, love?" You called to him. Quickly you found his sitting form peaking out through the curtain, resting on the side of the tub. "Can you wash my hair please?" He pouted and pleaded with you.
"Of course Xavi, one minuet." The shower seemed to have relaxed him even more he almost fell asleep feeling the warmth. You peeled off your sweater and changed into a pair of his boxers in case you got wet. Which, knowing Xavier, he'd probably try to pull you in and you liked your outfit too much.
Kneeling down by the tub was the only comfortable position you could get in without being completely soaked. You put a dollop of shampoo on your hands, lathered it up, and started combing your fingers through his hair and scrubbing into his scalp. "Baby keep your head up, don't go loose on me now," you slipped a wet kiss on his cheek and he smiled.
There's something so intimate about washing someone's hair for them. The head, the scalp, its such a sensitive and delicate place that trusting someone with it blindly feels like such an honor. Xavier had a rough upbringing and some rough trust issues, and how he asked you to do take care of you made you feel privileged.
Carefully, as if he was fragile glass that would shatter at a cold breath, you wove through the knots, tangles, built up tenseness. It was such a wonderful and vulnerable experience. The woody scent of his shampoo and conditioner flew through the air and gave the room such a warm and inviting smell.
You reached for the shower head and softly rinsed all the soap out of his hair and wrapped a towel around his head to keep it all together until you could dry it. He helped you somewhat, drying himself off while you carded through his clothes, that he dumped on the floor with the clean pile, to find what was fresh to put him in.
Helping him into his clothes you than sat him down on the toilet while you grabbed the blow dryer. At this point he got cuddly and wrapped his arms around your middle, head completely buried in your stomach. Barely enough to breath but just enough to live. You kissed the top of his head and chuckled while you started blow drying his hair. It was a feat, he gave you very limited room for motion so it was tough to maneuver but you did it.
The two of you settled into a warm embrace as you put a movie on your laptop to lull you both to bed. Xavier, fresh and warm, drinking his sweet chamomile tea, quickly passed out. You had enough time to put everything away and get comfortable again before sleep quickly claimed you too.
You two always sleep better together, but something in the air tonight felt different, and the sleep was unlike any other rest you'd had.
And just like that night, just like the tea, the morning was just as gentle and loving.
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Home is wherever you are- (x.t)
Pairing: xavier thorpe x gn!reader
Request: older xavier and reader in their flat in the early mornings, when xavi woke up earlier and decided to make breakfast and he is casually just lulling a melody or even a song (he doesn`t have to be good at it, but come on now, this guy has a nice voice) and reader comes behind him to hug and they gently sway together
Warnings: too much sweetness to handle. (Please let me know if I should be aware of anything)
A loud bang accompanied by some whispered curse words woke you up from your slumber. The world was still quiet. No birds chirping. No adults on their journey to work. Just the serene silence of the outside, leaving you puzzled by the commotion that had emerged from within your four walls. As you discovered the warmth your lover provided every night was no longer felt, you gently turned your head. You discovered an empty edge. The space was filled with your jumbled bed sheets. Your mind was now buzzing with unwanted, illogical thoughts. You uncovered your body from your bed sheets and began heading toward the noise, hoping it was simply your boyfriend who woke up with so much inspiration that he couldn't wait to paint at a reasonable hour.
You couldn't help but sigh with relief as you heard a faint song coming from your kitchen. Before you approached the corner, you could hear Xavier humming the chorus of Taylor Swift's Lover. You couldn't refrain from chuckling at his song choice. She was one of your favorite singers who you couldn't try and convince him to like. Yet after the two of you graduated from Nevermore and decided to purchase your own apartment, he began to appreciate the beat of this particular song. Granted, you did regularly blast it around the flat. He'd have it stuck in his brain sooner or later.
"You're my, my, my, my lover." With nothing but his briefs and socks, he sung as he cracked an egg into the hot skillet. All you could do was stare in awe. Your mind was suddenly filled with all of your fondest moments spent with Xavier. The first time you two first met. The first time he asked you out on a date, which for someone so confident— you weren't expecting to see him so jittery. The first time he said the three words you were looking forward to hearing. When he visited your hometown and was immediately accepted into the family. Little did you imagine that here is where you would find yourself: leaning against the wall, arms crossed, starring at the man you intend to spend your life with preparing breakfast at 5:00 in the morning like some sort of mad man.
You proceeded to approach him cautiously, making sure not to startle him. The only source of light is a dim overhead light fixture. As he noticed a figure nearing him, he turned to face you. He still had droopy eyelids, chapped lips, and a face full of sleep. A gradual but sweet smile came upon his face, making you fall even more in love with him—something you had no idea was even possible.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he hoarsely whispered, voice cracking at the end. Xavier kissed your forehead before returning his attention to the meal he was preparing. “How’d you sleep?”
You embraced him from behind, wrapping your arms around his middle. You smiled as you realized that you had discovered the heat you had been seeking when you first awakened. Your nose was overwhelmed with the familiar ashy odor of charcoal crayon dust. You could make the case that it was the loveliest scent in the world mainly because it reminded you of Xavier. It was overpowering, yet it provided comfort and made you feel at ease anytime it entered your nose.
"You are aware that it is…" You paused to look at the glowing yellow light that the microwave showcased, “5:47 in the morning, yeah?” You shifted your head to its previous position, his warm and exposed back.
You could feel the vibrations of his laugh flow through his body as his melodic chuckle rang through your ears. "It's never too early for breakfast. Besides, gotta take care of my girl.” Xavier set the spatula on the counter and turned to face you, never losing contact with your touch. His hair was pulled back in a messy low bun, which you appreciated since it allowed you to admire his dopey features. He gently squeezed your butt while putting one of his infamous million-dollar smiles on display, which you adored so very much.
"Did you ever imagine this?" you asked, breaking the comfortable silence. You rested your chin on his chest as you gazed up at him, anticipating his response.
“Imagine cooking at 5 in the morning? I've always been an early bird-"
“No silly, I meant this. Us living together and making it this far.”
“Oh-“ Xavier straightened his back and glanced as he reflected for a moment. “Nah, not really. It took me completely by surprise."
You gasped and took a step back to examine his face closely. He stayed leaning on the kitchen counter, a smirk on his face, his gaze drawn to your shocked expression. Once more, Xavier stretched out to embrace you and this time, he held you a little tighter.
“Of course I did. I imagined it the moment you ended up sitting next to me in Thornhills class. You- you complimented my simple sketch of a butterfly and stared at it as if it was the most precious thing in the world when I made it come to life. . . And I was certain of it when you hung out with me the weekend our parents were meant to visit and my dad never showed. Do you remember what you said to me that night?” His emerald eyes were now peering at you intently after reminiscing some of the sweetest memories you had offered throughout his Nevermore years. You shook your head, terrified that if you spoke, no words might come out.
“You said not to worry and that you could be my family.” His fingers were now tracing imaginary circles on your lower back's exposed skin. "I knew then that you'd be mine one day."
A tear crept down your face as he recalled moments of the two of you that had slipped your memory. Xavier wiped away your tear before it could fall from your cheek. Another tender kiss was placed on your forehead.
“I love you, do you know that?” You mumbled as you clutched him even tighter, as if you never planned to let him go.
"Kinda hard not to, don't ya think, after I just wooed you with these words?"
His cheeky grin reappeared on his face.
"Hey, watch it before I go to bed and leave you to clean up your mess," You said, pinching his back softly but hard enough to get him to jolt up.
“Kidding. I love you more, sweetheart.”
“Now, what was it that you were singing earlier?” As he realized he had been caught singing a Taylor Swift song by himself in the kitchen, you looked up at his towering figure and chuckled. He knew you'd never let him forget this one.
“We could leave the Christmas lights up till January,” You started singing. You didn't have the most beautiful singing voice, and Xavier lacked even more, but none of you cared. This is another of those moments you want to remember for years to come.
Xavier’s smile grew bigger before taking your hand and giving you a twirl, “This is our place, we make the rules.”
“And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear.” Xavier threw his arms around you again, this time pulling you into his chest.
"Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?" you swayed as you sang the rest of the song together. Or at least as much as Xavier knew. It wasn't long until the scent of something burning caught your attention and interrupted your short-lived concert. Your meal had been spoiled, yet all you could do was laugh about it. You two were idiots in love. Two fools who knew the instant you spotted one another. Two fools who would sing your hearts out while preparing breakfast at 5 a.m. for the rest of your lives. Neither of you would have had it any other way.
A.N: this was very cute to write. i think I broke my own heart? hate when I get these overwhelming feels..
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heyyy :) can i request wednesday x reader where she sneaks into wednesdays room to sleepover and enid was sleeping in yokos room for the night and forgot smth and went back to their dorm and walks in on them making out?
fugly slut
summary: enid catches her OTP (who said they weren’t together) snogging. she’s pissed and had Mean Girls on her mind.
warnings: making out, wee bit spicy, swearing
paring: wednesday addams x reader
note: written quickly, proof read a bit, not sure if there’s any mistakes :^
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You watch as Enid’s retreating form bounces merrily off the walls. Wednesday had told you to come over tonight, it’d be safe seeing as her roommate was crashing with a friend. Most people would’ve told you that it’s a bad thing to go into a relationship and hiding it, but seeing as you and Wednesday are academic rivals, the two of you don’t want the school knowing.
You tap on the door four times, letting Wednesday know it was safe, and a second later you’re dragged through. A rough yelp is muffled as Wednesday presses her lips against yours, her left hand fumbling to lock the door.
You hold her head with both hands, pressing her back into yourself. With the door now locked, Wednesday grabs your hips, hiking your shirt upwards. She doesn’t take it off, much to your dismay, instead she pushes you around and against a wall.
“No one likes a tease, Wednesday,” you whisper, donning an uncontrollable smirk.
“You’ll get what you want in due time, no need to be greedy.”
You chuckle, although it doesn’t last long. With Wednesday’s lips now on your neck your laugh dies out, a shaky sigh taking place. Featherlight lips make their way down, pressing into the small portion of your shoulder that was exposed.
Wednesday’s hands grab your shirt, lifting it up and off, before quickly attaching her lips to yours again. Your hands grab Wednesday’s jacket, wanting it off as well, but then the worst thing you could imagine happens.
The door opens.
Enid liked to say she loved people. She loved how no matter how moody or damaged they were, there was always an innocent soul underneath. No one was truly evil, no one truly wanted to hurt others, they had unfortunate incidents in their lives in which cause them to act accordingly.
But as Enid walked into her dorm, after forgetting a blanket, and saw her two best friends, who had both assured Enid they despised each other, making out, she realized people were liars. They were crude, and pests, and no one deserved to be on this Earth. Liars suck, and a thought crossed her mind. That thought happened to be a line from Mean Girls.
“You are the nastiest skank bitch I’ve ever met!” she shouts, stomping over. “You two told me you weren’t screwing!”
Wednesday takes off her jacket, handing to you so you were at least decent for this conversation.
“Enid —“
“No! I’ve been trying for months to get you two together, and you don’t even tell me when it happens? What am I, chopped liver?”
“We’re trying to keep it on the down low, Enid,” you speak up, looking charmingly disheveled.
Enid’s eyes flicker away from Wednesday’s settling on yours. “You told me you’d rather die than get with Wednesday.”
You shrug. “I’d rather die than do anything, really.”
“Not helping!” Wednesday whisper shouts, looking over to you. In a much more hushed tone, she says, “You look very attractive in my clothing. Look through my closet later.”
An angry grunt from Enid cuts off your reply, your smirk dropping as you stare at your socks.
“I hate the both of you.”
“Enid, I’ll buy you that Squishmallow you’ve been begging for if you go back to Yoko’s.” Wednesday turns to you, out of sight from Enid, and winks.
“Really?! OH-EM-GEE!” she squeals, rushing up to Wednesday as she hugs her. “I love you. Alls forgiven, be gay do crime!”
With that, Enid leaves the room, waking all of Ophelia Hall with her screams.
You lean back against the wall, sighing.
“Well.” You pout, night spoiled and one more person knowing your secret.
Wednesday walks up to you, the devilish smile you love so much and the mischievous glint in her eyes back again.
“Well, the dog has left, and we’ve got this huge dorm to ourselves…”
Wednesday’s hand brushes against your arm as she rests it on your bicep. Her other hand holds your waist.
“And you look so incredible in my clothes.”
You smile, leaning down into her face. Neither of you say anything, sharing hot breaths and mischievous smiles. With your lips practically against hers, you know damn well what she’s thinking.
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Dating Xavier Thorpe
warnings ✩° : bit of cursing, some suggestive things, wounds mentioned once.
pairing ✩° : xavier thorpe x gn!reader
authors note ✩° : this guy. THIS GUY. when i say some people just LOOK like boyfriends, i mean him. LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN PERCY WHITE. CMON NOWWWWWW.
- You're always catching Xavier staring at you, even when you're dating, because he just loves admiring you.
- Xavier lets you tie his hair up into buns and ponytails, but won’t actually admit he likes you playing with it. There’s only one time he admits it and that’s because he can’t handle all the rubbing and tugging at his hair when you're playing with it, when all of a sudden it just comes out as a hoarse whisper.
“Fuck, keep doing that.”
He gets embarrassed after and doesn't mention it at all again.
- He really enjoys painting and sketching you. In fact he keeps a little Y/n sketchbook where it’s just messy pencil and charcoal sketches of you doing various things. He keeps it for secret use though, so it’s like he’s appreciating you from afar despite being in a relationship with you.
- Has multiple sketches of you in his journals, sketchbooks, loose paper that’s tacked onto his walls, just because he really loves how you look.
- Xavier gets jealous, like a lot. He’ll stick out his jaw, roll his neck, crack his fingers, grind his teeth, and stare at you and the person if he thinks somethings going on when it really isn’t.
- If you're talking to someone, he pays EXTRA close attention to you and that person, more on the person to see if they try anything. But he completely loses focus on anything else around him if he notices you with someone else.
- He thinks it’s SO fun to tease you and mess with you but he won’t go out of his way to embarrass you, especially in public. The occasional touch on your ankle under your desk, secret laugh when you screw something up, and shoving you around playfully are just fine in his mind.
- Making out in his art shed ends up scattering all his paint brushes and pencils onto the floor, but he doesn’t mind cleaning it up once you two are done.
- If you touch the hairs on the back of his head that are on the nape of his neck??? Bro is GONE. Melted. Puddle. Goop. Mush. No more Xavier.
- Brings you into hugs or kisses by tugging on your belt of your uniform or by your tie and catching your lips onto his as he grins in the kiss.
- Loves having you in his lap, just holding you and rubbing his thumbs against your waist or his hands clasped together and them resting on your stomach, especially in public when you're both just talking to people. It’s his way of sort of claiming you and letting other people know you two are inseparable.
- I think his love language would probably be a mix of acts of service and touch, but more leaning towards acts of service. Xavier will take so much off your plate without even being asked to because he genuinely wants the best for you and wants you to be at peace all the time.
- He’ll also buy things you like, like your favorite drink, and just place it on your head.
- Sneaks into your dorm all the time to hang out, but always avoids your roommate because he’s convinced they don’t like him. This makes a lot of awkward situations where your roommate walks in and sees him shirtless or coming out of the shower with just a towel on. Maybe that’s why they don’t like him...
- Somehow he always gets random bruises and cuts?? So you're stuck sort of fixing his wounds and wrapping gauze and bandages around his knuckles and fingers, placing bandaids over his cheeks and nose, and cleaning out everything because of possible infections.
“You know, you really don’t have to do this, Y/n. It’s not even deep this time.”
“Just shut up and let me do this. How did you even cut your lip in your sleep?”
“You know that is a great question.”
- If you get cold easily, he basically makes you wear his hoodies. They're always within dress code so you can easily slide it over your top, but even in private he makes you wear his clothes because 1. you look cute in them and 2. he would rather sizzle and burn than to see you shiver ONCE.
- Ok he doesn't seem like it, but Xavier can be super clumsy sometimes. Like if he’s laughing too hard, he’ll fall over and trip backwards, sometimes even bringing you down with him too. It can be pretty funny at times especially when you both fall together.
- Xavier really likes the way you smell, so in a totally not weird way when he hugs you he likes putting his hands up your back and stuffing his face into your neck or chest and staying there for as long as he can before you pry him off of you.
- He can be pretty petty sometimes so there are moments where he misjudges a situation and makes it bigger than it already is. Xavier is one to jump to conclusions so if he thinks you're cheating on him he will ignore you and give you rude stares until you finally confront and clear things up with him.
- After that he’s pretty content. Protective, but content.
- If you're mad at him, it’s like the end of the world to him. Xavier will quite literally sneak into your dorm if you’re ignoring him and confront you about it. There’s no boundaries he WOULDN'T cross for you, even breaking and entering.
- Definitely does a lot to impress you. Sometimes it’s not that noticeable but other times it’s very obvious when he does things to make you smile or laugh. Bonus points when you actually do because your smile becomes EXTREMELY contagious.
- He’s very obedient towards you, so arguments don’t last long. If you ask him to do something, he does it. Begs you to forgive him.
- Xavier loves bringing you out to the forest around his art shed where you two spend hours aimlessly just walking and talking about random things. He’ll even do the thing where he holds your hand when you walk up on a log or a rock to make sure you don’t fall and hurt yourself.
- Really likes having you around when he’s drawing, practicing archery, or fencing. He just does better when you're there to watch and support him!!!
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