#Percy Hynes White imagine

[softtdaisy]

GIRL CRUSH - XAVIER THORPE

DESCRIPTION I you have a crush on Xavier but sure he likes Wednesday, so you take the opportunity to taste him on someone else's lips

PAIRING I Xavier Thorpe × fem!reader

WORDS COUNT I 2,3k

A/N I in case it wasn't obvious already, I have a crush on this man and after listening to girl crush, I decided to try and write for him. I hope it's worth it 💛

You felt stupid. Stupid. The stupidest person in the world.

It already wasn’t easy living in Jericho. It was worse to not have any power when you were living so close to Nevermore. And the worst part was that most of your friends came from the school, meaning you had to deal with all their abilities. While your only ability was to make good coffee. Ugh.

But all of this wasn’t enough for you. Of course not. You had to fall for one of these outcasts, as they call them. You wanted to scream at that thought. How could you been so stupid to let your heart guide yourself there?

Deep down, you knew it wasn’t entirely your fault. Like, you couldn’t blame yourself for Xavier Thorpe being this nice, right? 

It all started when Xavier started coming at the coffee. He was the one taking command for all his friends. You noticed how he was always drawing some stuff on the recipe you gave him. Some were darker than the others. The situation was the same every single time: Xavier was too lost on his drawing and his mind that he only looked up when you came back with all the drinks. Then, he managed to grab them all and let the paper on the counter, forgetting about it immediately. 

But you didn’t.

You kept all his drawing. It was art and you would feel terrible throwing them away. You always put the one in your apron and, most of time, forgot to take them with you when you were leaving. 

After a few meetings, you started to talk and discovered some things about each other. He learnt where you were going at school and which majors you wanted to do after that, and you learnt how he was putting his hair behind his ear when he was getting nervous and how he had the most precious smile you ever seen. Among others important things, of course.

“Shit, [y/n] can you give me a pen and some papers please?” You were talking when Xavier’s phone starting rigging. You had no idea who was calling him and for what, but it seemed important enough for him to need to write it down. 

Of course, you looked in your apron to give him what he needed. And, of course, what you took out was all the drawing you kept with you. To say you were red would be a euphemism. Xavier looked at you with an amused expression before taking one of the already used paper to write the information he needed. You were this close to run away before he finished his called. “So…you kept them?” he asked you.

You looked innocently, like you didn’t understand what he was asking. When he started to laugh, you immediately looked down again. You felt stupid. But when Xavier slowly put his hand on your check and encouraged you to lift your face up, you didn’t feel anything anymore. “I’m glad you liked them.” He said softly. He then brought his face closer to yours, which almost made you faint, to whisper in your ear. “And they come with a little surprise.”

That was how you discovered Xavier’s power.

Not long after that day, you started to hang out with his friends. They were all…pretty amazing, you had to admit. You hated the fact they were all magic and everything and you were just… you. But they all made sure that you never felt inferior, or not that much at least. And they did a really great job for that. Being with them was entertaining and interesting and you got to spend more time with Xavier, so yeah, no complaining.

Except for one thing. You really thought there could be something with Xavier after that day at the coffee. Especially when he started to offer you his drawings directly and to imply that he was thinking about you when he was doing them. You could tell it was less dark than before.  And you thought it meant something.

But then you saw how he was around Wednesday. He looked at her like he would protect her against everything. You quickly noticed how he was always by her sides. When he wasn’t beside her, he was always making sure he could see her. 

You liked Wednesday. She was a great friend. You liked how she was never pretending to be someone else and was always honest with you like she was with the others. You really, really, appreciated her.

But you were still jealous.

And there you were. At a party surrounding by everyone. And watching Xavier talking to Wednesday like he always did. You were almost leaving when Enid stopped you. “We’re going to play some game, come here!” and it wasn’t an invitation. It was mostly to tell you where she was taking you since she grabbed your hand and made you follow her through the room. 

And they were all here, sitting on the floor in circling. You had a bad feeling about this. “Is this…some kind of truth or dare?” you asked. 

“Exactly!” Ajax answered. “Except we can know if you lied.” You sighed at that thought and sat at the only empty space free: right in front of Wednesday and Xavier. She kept looking at you and you offered her a gentle and sincere smile. You couldn’t not like that girl. You simply wished she wasn’t stealing your crush.

The game started and it was pretty entertaining watching magic people play that. But of course, as a human, your dare ended up being pretty…ordinary, you had to say. “Kiss the person you find the prettiest in the room.” Bianca dared you.

You knew why she did that. But you couldn’t do what she was excepting. You couldn’t risk revealing your feelings to Xavier and being rejected in front of everybody. And losing him.

So got up. And walked. To Wednesday. You grabbed her face and kissed her without overthinking it. You heard some gasps but only focused on her lips and the way it took her a few seconds before she put a hand on your neck. It didn’t last long but it did mark the night for sure.

“That was…unexcepted. But interesting.” She said, thinking about your kiss while looking at you. Like they were doing right now. Including, Xavier who seemed more confused than ever.

You couldn’t handle all these eyes on you and run away from the party for good this time. You could already feel the tears growing in your eyes from the stupidity on your action. You had to stop for a second, just to check where you were going. And it was enough for Xavier to catch you. “Hey, where are you going?” 

You could hear the amusement in his voice which made you pushed him away. “Leave me alone.” You mumbled, already walking back. But it wasn’t like Xavier was going to let you leave like that. Not after he saw how upset you were. So he took your hand slowly this time, but with enough strength to make you stop. 

“Talk to me. What happened there? Why did you…why?” he couldn’t contain the little laugh at the end because it still seemed unreal to him that you kissed Wednesday. Not that she wasn’t attractive or anything, he would be lying if he said anything like that. But he was 90% sure to know who you were going to kiss. And it wasn’t the girl with the black hair. 

“I don’t know, ok! I mean. I do. But…I don’t want to tell.” You tried to cross your arms on your chest but since Xavier was still holding you, you just brought him closer to you. You loved how he was caressing your wrist slowly, making you feel protected. You almost gave in. Until you remembered why you were in that state. “I’m sorry for kissing your girlfriend, ok?”

“My…what? No!” Xavier was confused and amused at the same time and damn you hated him for having such a beautiful smile. “Wednesday is not my girlfriend. She’s just my friend.” At the same time, he wondered what could have made you think that he was dating her. Was he that bad with girls that you imagined things like that?

You sighed. “Then why are you always with her? You’re always next to her like you’re scared for her, like you need to protect her like she’s your girl! You always have an eye on her and…I don’t know, I think like I don’t exist when she’s there.” You hated opening your heart like that, specially because you were sure you sounded pathetic. Xavier was going to laugh at you and said you were miserable and leave you alone, right?

Instead, Xavier put his other hand on your check like he loved to do and started to caress your skin with so much tenderness you almost melted. “I like her, she’s one of my closest friends here. So yeah, I want to protect her, and I always will. But if you had paid more attention, you would have known that I was always looking at you.” 

“No, you don’t.” you replied, frowning. You were looking at Xavier way too much to know that. You would have notice, right? Or were you too concentrate on your jealousy to see it?

“Yes, I do.” He laughed, pinching your wrist which made you groan before laughing too. And just when you thought everything was back to normal and you could get away with your stupid idea for that kiss, something seemed to light up in Xavier’s mind. 

“Wait…did you kissed Wednesday because you were jealous and thought that I was with her?”

You knew it was pointless, but you tried to run away, again. But again Xavier just pulled on your arm to bring you to him. This time, you ended up against his chest and as comfortable as it was, you had to look up to spill the truth. It was almost like the words didn’t want to stay in your mind. 

“It sounded better in my head, ok? But I thought that I couldn’t kiss you because it would have been too obvious that I like you too much so I decided to kiss her so I could taste your lips on hers and…” you didn’t get to finish that sentence. 

Because Xavier gave you exactly what you were looking for during your kiss with Wednesday: a taste of his lips. He was just like you imagined him to be, soft and dominating at the same time. Like he was controlling every little second of that kiss, from the way his lips were moving on yours to how his tongue made in his way into your mouth and his hand was holding your neck to keep you close. But he was soft too with the way his hand was still brushing your wrist or how you could feel a smile growing on his lips like he just realized what he was doing.

Once he was done, he gently put his forehead against yours and brought his hand from your neck to your check. “You could have asked; I would have given you a taste earlier.” He had this sweet, charming voice. And behind that flirty smile, you could tell he was sincere. You should have asked or be confident enough to kiss him. You wouldn’t have lost any time overthinking his interactions with Wednesday. You could have used that time being in his arms earlier.

You put a kiss on his nose which made him laugh softly. “I know for next time now.” 

“When is next time?” He asked, frowning. Because if your first was quite chaotic, but memorable, what you didn’t imagine was that Xavier was dying to kiss you for weeks now. He had tones of drawings reminding him of you in his room until you started talking to each other. He dreamt about you so many nights that he guessed some people from school you knew about it. And, well, Wednesday was the perfect annoying friend reminding him that he still hadn’t try to get you and that he might lose you if he never does. 

If it was up to him, he would be kissing you all the time. But he guessed now he had all the pleasure to make up for the lost time. 

“What about now?” You offered.

You stayed like that for a few more minutes, just flirting together and kissing each other a lot. You couldn’t resist Xavier’s perfect lips. When a moan escaped his lips the one time you hold his hair, you knew you had so many things to try with that boy. Just like you felt his hands exploring your body with fineness, like he wanted to remember your curve to draw them. 

In the end, you decided to go back to your place. You didn’t want to ruin the party more, even though Xavier kept telling you that you weren’t ruining anything. “Just tell Wednesday that she’s a good kisser and it’s not her fault I didn’t chose her.” You laughed, but still wanting to make sure you didn’t lose a friend in the process. And then you started to walk home, your head full of thoughts about a guy with long hair, a beautiful smile and magic hands.

“Oh, and by the way.” You turned around to look at Xavier. He was standing against a tree, his arms crossed against his chest. You wanted to run and hug him one last time, but you stayed there, appreciating the picture. With his messy hair and the genuine smile on his face. “I like you too much too.” This time you couldn’t resist and went to steal one last kiss from him.

Maybe you were stupid. But at least you were stupidly in love with the most wonderful guy you knew and that was worth it.

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[dr0wning-in-hell]

One Of a Kind- Xavier Thorpe

Summary: Y/N is a rare creature, something that’s thought to be extinct. She’s hated by all Normies, and maybe even some Outcasts, but one Outcast in particular thinks differently of her.

Warnings: a bit of angst, some fluff, probably some cursing,

Word Count: 2.9k+

Characters/Pairing: Faye!Reader x Xavier Thorpe, Mentions of Principal Weems, mentions of Tyler

Prompt: simply that Y/N feels like the biggest Outsider amongst Outsider, but Xavier is there to prove her wrong and let her know that she’s just a one of a kind.

A/N: Reader is similar to Maleficent, but without the horns. :) Has magic and those giant wings that I freaking adore

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Y/N had been found on the outskirts of the forests in Europe before she was sent to Nevermore. Principal Weems was the one who originally found her anyways, so she thought it was her duty to take care of her and give her shelter, not just because she was an Outsider who was hated by half of humanity, but because she was one of the rarest creatures she had ever laid her eyes upon. 

That was when Y/N was 12, until she was brought to Nevermore she had spent her time as a child hiding in dense forest areas that no one could possibly get to, secret caves that held her own hideaways far from the Normies of the world. When she was brought to the school for Outcasts, she felt like a freak. Everyone at the school was pretty, popular, they all looked semi-normal, but not Y/N.

No, Y/N had to have fangs, longer and sharper than any vampire’s, naturally long nails that should have counted as talons, and ginormous black wings that shrouded her body. Y/N was, in her eyes, a human bird. 

From the moment she stepped foot onto campus all eyes were on her. At that young of an age she was scared, she scared herself and everyone else, but as she grew up she turned that frightened little girl into a power to be reckoned with. As everyone at school watched her grow into this confident young lady, they also became less scared of her. She had her times where she’d lose her temper and lash out, her magic uncontrollable as she’d stomp away and wreck everything in her path, but they knew she was just like them in that sense. Unable to control how they felt because there was not a single person in the world that understood what it was like to be an Outcast. 

By the time Y/N was 16 she had learned that it was just better for her to stay on campus at all times than to go into town and try to be normal with everyone else. The Normies may be able to hide their hatred for the Outcasts at least somewhat decently with the others, but with Y/N she could always see the look of disgust on their faces from a mile away. Every time she’d try to go into town with a few people from school she was always picked on, bullied, and it wasn’t even just the Normies who did it. She’d be invited out as a joke several times, it wasn’t until the third time she was made fun of and abandoned in town that she realized no one would ever truly except her for what she was. 

Outreach day was approaching and Y/N was dreading going, but Principal Weems was making Y/N volunteer this year by having her paint a mural of Nevermore and the town of Jericho together in harmony. The thought made Y/N gag. Why would she want to celebrate such a stupid day that obviously had no meaning to anyone in the long run?

If this wasn’t mandatory then Y/N wouldn’t be going and setting herself up for embarrassment. Rude comments ran wild in her head as she mocked what some people in town were going to say as she showed up to celebration. 

She packed up her painting materials in a duffel bag and then headed to the Quad, where all the other students would be getting their assignments. When she walked into the Quad everyone had already begun hoarding together in their cliques, so Y/N just stood next to the wall and waited till they were all dismissed. One thing about having these giant wings was that she couldn’t ride on the bus with everyone else, instead she was going to have to fly herself down the town. 

Y/N’s eyes scanned the crowd of students, watching as they opened their assignment letters. Some students were happy but others seemed upset about what they got. One of those people was Xavier, someone that Y/N admired from a far but would never confront face-to-face. He must’ve been upset about what he got, the same going for his friend Ajax.

Feeling as though she had intruded on people’s private conversations, Y/N picked up her duffel bag and headed towards the front of the school. Little did she know that as soon as she walked away from the bustling students who were rushing towards the busses, Xavier had looked up from his assignment card and watched as the black winged beauty turned away and walked away. 

Xavier didn’t see Y/N again until everyone was in the town square to listen to Principal Weems and Mayor Walker go on about how important the day was and how they created a new statue in honor of the town embracing the Outcasts. 

It was complete bullshit and everyone knew it. Y/N must’ve gotten bored listening to their speech, because once they were all dismissed to go to their jobs for the day, the Faye was no where in sight. Xavier sighed as he trudged over to the Weathervane for his assignment. Working in the same café as Tyler, his tormenter, was not how he wanted to spend the day. 

When he walked into the café his eyes landed directly on the winged beauty. She stood in the corner awkwardly looking down at her phone as she waited for her order name to be called. Once she heard her name called out she went to grab her drink quickly and bolt from the small building. Y/N didn’t even look up as she brushed past Xavier and out into the open. 

The taller boy watched as she walked with her head low, going to the designated area for the portrait she was to draw. It was the same wall that Xavier had painted on last year, on this exact day. The thought of her putting all this effort into a portrait and then possibly having it destroyed just like he had done to him, angered him more than it should have. Taking in a deep breathe he walked over to Tyler, who also didn’t looked too amused that he was in this situation as well.  

An hour, maybe two at most had gone by before he saw what Y/N’s painting looked like. It was amazing, to say the least. The wall Y/N was using as a canvas was a mirror image of the town on that exact day. Both the town and it’s people joining together with the students of Nevermore in celebration of Outreach Day. The thing that pulled it all together? The heavily detailed painting of Joseph Crackstone in the center of the town. It was perfect for that day, and exactly what Principal Weems wanted out of the feather winged girl. 

As Y/N stood a few feet away from her painting, admiring it and criticizing it, she could hear the words that the towns folk were saying. 

“What a freak.” Some mumbled. 

“Who let the little birdy out of her cage?” Some would tease menacingly. 

“If there were a contest for being the biggest freak of all the freaks, she’d for sure win.” 

One would think that on a day like today, these small minded people would put their snide comments to the side and at least pretend to be decent, but no, in fact they were even worse. Usually she could handle those harsh words, but for some reason today was just the day for her to snap.

Bawling her fists she began to pack up her painting supplies, anger consuming her as she thought about all the horrible curses and spells she could use on these lesser people. Y/N was so overwhelmed with anger that she began to shake which caused her to drop some spay paint. 

Before she could reach over and grab some asshole had to kick it so hard that the can busted open, spraying Y/N and ruining the bottom half of her painting. With tears blurring her vision and anger blurring her judgment, she stood up quickly, her hands glowing a bright green as she threw the Normie against the wall opposite of her. She growled lowly, her eyes glowing the same green as she began to close off the person’s airway with her magic. If it weren’t Xavier to snap her out of her trance, Y/N for sure would have murdered the man. 

Y/N’s eyes stopped glowing, along with her hands, her gaze moving from the man she was choking to Xavier who was standing in front of her with a very concerned look. For a split second Y/N’s eyes looked at the man, her growl scary enough to send him hurling around the corner and down the sidewalk. 

Without a word she took a step away from Xavier and turned back to her supplies. She through the busted can into her bag, zipped it up, and then tried to walk away. As she was a few steps away from the tall blonde, he reached out and gently grabbed her wrist. Y/N stopped and turned to look at the boy, confusion grazing across her face. 

“What? You gonna make fun of me too?” Y/N’s words were harsh, but Xavier knew that she was still angry. 

Letting go of her wrist he lets out a soft sigh, “I was going to ask if you were okay.” He said looking at her and watching her expressions. 

Y/N looked taken back at his question, as if no one had ever asked her that before. “I’m fine,” Y/N huffed. She was clearly lying, but why on Earth would she open up to someone she barely knew, so easily? Xavier’s look on his face was basically saying, ‘really?’ He knew she was lying and was hoping she would just talk to him a little bit, even if this was their first time really talking. 

Letting out a huff of frustration, Y/N let her walls fall down as she looked away from the boy. “Fine, no, I’m not okay. I’m pissed.” She paused and waited for a response but only got a nod telling her to continue. “This is all just so stupid, it bullshit. No one cares about today, they just care about the money they get from this stupid day.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she looked up at Xavier. “No one actually cares, they never will. We will always be the freaks and outcasts to them, they will never see us as equals.” 

Xavier could practically see the steam rolling off her skin, seeing how angry she still was. He knew there was nothing he could say that would make her feel better, so instead he gently took her duffel bag from her and offered to take her to the Weathervane.  It took a moment for  Y/N to consider the offer, thinking that this was just going to be another joke, but once she realized that Xavier meant no harm she agreed and the two began the short walk to the coffee shop. 

It was a good thing that the café was slow that day, or else Y/N and Xavier probably wouldn’t have been able to talk as much as they wanted to. The other great thing about it being slow was the fact that wasn’t a lot of people around to gawk at Y/N and make rude remarks about her looks. The only other person in the building was Tyler, but he could care less what the Nevermore students were doing, especially Xavier. 

Xavier and Y/N sat at a booth close to the counter, both of them feeling the tension as they squeezed into their seats. Well, Y/N squeezed into her seat because of her wings, Xavier was fine. 

It was quiet at first, the two just looking around and avoiding each other’s gaze for the first few minutes before Xavier decided to speak up. 

“Your painting looks great, by the way.” He smiled softly, hoping that she’d realize he was here to talk to her and not belittle her. “The detail in it is amazing.”

Y/N was a bit taken back by the compliment. She wasn’t used to people saying nice things to her, let along talking to her at all. “Thanks, though I’d rather see that stupid statue burn than to paint it, thanks.” Anyone who was listening to their conversation would know that she was joking, she was being serious. 

Xavier chuckled a bit and nodded in agreement, “Trust me, I know how you feel.”

Y/N snorted at his response. How could someone like him? Someone who looks normal, understand how she felt? The only odd thing about him was his father, and the face that he could make his artwork move or come to life. Xavier looked confused at Y/N’s slight harshness and watched as tried to lean back a bit in the booth, crossing her arms as she looked at the wall.

“Hate to break it to you, pretty boy, but you most definitely don’t know how I feel.” Her words were harsh, and completely true. While Xavier could have anything he wanted and grew up only being know as the son of a famous Outcast, he would never really know what it’s like to feel like Y/N. To be tormented for how he looked. It’s never a problem that he has ever had to deal with.  

Silence filled the space between them once more, both of them unsure of what to say next. Xavier studied Y/N’s face, memorizing every curve, mark, and point there was. To him, someone she barely knew, he thought she was the most beautiful and unique person on this planet. Even though he didn’t really know her all that well, his heart wanted to know more so he could get closer to her and learn to understand her. 

Y/N’s eyes unfortunately wandered over to the window where she could see the townsfolk pointing and gawking at her. The anger that had slowly started to subside started to come back stronger than before, her eyes starting to glow that vivid green color. Xavier’s eyes followed hers and once he noticed what, well who, she was staring at, he immediately when to  calm her down. Without thinking or hesitation, his hands grabbed hers softly, like she was made of the finest porcelain and he didn’t want to break her. 

“Don’t worry about them,” he said softly, his thumbs rubbing small circles into the backs of her hands. The action startled her at first, but then she found it calming. Her eyes stopped glowing, her heart went back to normal and she no longer felt like ripping out those peoples throats.

“Why do you care so much?” Y/N asked with a tilted head, “You don’t know me, so why do you care so much?” It was a genuine question she wanted the answer to, but Xavier wasn’t sure if he could really tell her why he cared.’

The boy gulped, trying to find a way to word his thoughts in a way that didn’t sound creepy or stalker like. There was a long pause before he said anything, it was when she went to pull her hands away from him that he sputtered out the truth. “I’ve always liked you, thought you were the most mesmerizing being to ever lay my eyes upon. I’ve watched you, since the moment I started going to Nevermore, I- I just didn’t know how to approach you. I was nervous.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, thinking he was joking and was put up to this as a joke. “You’re only saying that to say it, you don’t mean it.” Her eyes averted downwards towards her lap, trying desperately to focus on anything but the feeling of her hands still holding his. “No one thinks that of me, I’m a monster.”

Xavier’s gentle squeeze on her hands was enough to pull her Y/E/C eyes back up to his blue eyes. “I don’t think that.” The warry look on Y/N’s face was enough to tell him that she really had never been told that in her life, “I promise, if I truly didn’t think that, then I wouldn’t have said it in the first place.”

The shaky sigh that Y/N let out worried him. Had he gone too far? Did she find him repulsive now? Was this all too creepy?  

“I don’t think you understand how much that means to me,” When their eyes met he finally saw the tears that brimmed her waterline. Carefully, he reached up and swiped away the stray tears that managed to slip down her flushed cheeks. The soft smile that Y/N let Xavier see was something he’d remember forever. He’s the only one who’s seen her cry, who’s seen her smile, who’s been so kind and genuine to her. 

This was the beginning of something new, for the both of them. It would be rocky in the beginning for sure, but both teens could tell that they’d let out the best of each other in the long run.

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[bellapple-dude]

𝒜𝓃ℊℯ𝓁 － 𝒫ℋ𝒲

POV: Percy thinks you’re an angel

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The fake wings on the back of your dress itched your skin.

You sat there, awaiting your eventual name call so you could sit in front of the blue background.

You were doing a promo shoot for Wednesday, they gave you an outfit sorta separate from others.

It had wings, iridescent wings, a white mini dress that only went up to my mid thighs, topped with knee high socks and black combat boots.

The next thing you knew, you were called out from backstage to sit next to Percy.

You sat down next to him, and did just as they instructed.

Your legs were draped over his lap, you laid on your stomach as he put in hand over your back.

A relaxed pout on your face as they got their shots of you and him together.

Surely the fans would go fucking wild.

You grunted as you rolled off of Percy for the next pose.

“You good?” “Meh, better than usual.” You proclaimed as you sat up from your childlike spot as he stood over you.

He came over to you, and whispered in your ear, “I hope you know that you look like an angel right now.”

A giddy smile took over your face as you stood next to him.

They began to shoot more photos, catching you and Percy laughing even at possibly nothing, or the silly faces he began making at you.

Great job, you dumbasses will make the greatest promo shoot ever.

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[slytherinqueenrose]

Shortie (Percy Hynes White)

Percy Hynes White x Short!Older!Reader

Warnings: Any except of my bad English.

So basically it was my very first day on set and I wasn’t too familiar with the cast because we hadn’t have enough time to introduce to each other. Shooting of the upcoming second season of Wednesday began few days before I arrived so some of the cast had their scenes recorded already.

I‘be been observing the filming process while drinking a carton juice with a straw which looked pretty childish but I truly didn’t care about that. I was so thirsty that I could probably drink from anything.

And then something weird happened.

The medium length hair boy kneeled in front of me with a friendly smile on his face. Percy. He’s been wearing his Nightshades cloak and his mask was up so I had a clear view on his lovely face. He was beautiful, I must admit. But what the hell was he doing? Additionally Georgie was standing beside him burning holes in my face. In a good way of course. He seemed very friendly.

“Hello, pretty girl. How old are you and where are your parents?” He asked and I almost choked on my juice. Seriously? “I didn’t know we have children on set” He murmured to his friend and the other one nodded.

Being short may seem to be cool. You know, boys are always higher, even if you’re wearing heels. But it usually felt ridiculous when people thought I was a child. Most of them used to laugh at me as if it was possible for me to change it.

“Dude, what the fuck? I’m 23.” I said, furrowing my brows which caught him off guard. Oh I forgot to mention. I was actually a year older than him. Nobody would say though. I’ve been asked for my ID multiple times when buying alcohol. Having a baby face was kinda nice but annoying at the same time.

“Oh my goodness, I’m sorry.” He said after standing up. He was high. Very high actually. My neck almost broke once I looked up at him. I noticed he’s cheeks gone totally red and Georgie was laughing his ass off already. “I truly thought you’re a random kid they let on the set to observe what’s going on.”

“Well, no. Happily you’re not the first one thinking I’m much younger so I forgive you.”

“Thank you, pretty girl.” He chuckled. “I’m Percy by the way.”

“Y/N. Nice to meet you, pretty boy.” I said winking.

“Are you flirting with me?” He asked with a grin, crossing his arms on his chest.

“I’m just mocking you.”

“We’ll see about it. I must come back to work but what about hanging out later?”

“Sure.”

“Good then. I’ll take binoculars for you so you won’t have to squint your eyes to see me better from down there.” He laughed and I only rolled my eyes.

And you know what? He actually did take the damn binoculars. I thought he was only joking but it’s Percy after all. We had a great evening, we’ve been talking for hours and he’s been making fun of my height all the time. Interesting beginning of a friendship let’s say.

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[carnationcreation]

Part of me (Xavier Thorpe x reader)

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Pairing: (Xavier Thorpe x reader)

Prompt/summary: Xavier shows up a bloody mess (literally) after hurting you

Warnings: pining, hurtful comments (hurt/comfort), mentions of blood (paint/pigs blood), spoilers for Wednesday but if you haven’t finished it what are you doing here?

There were some days I couldn’t stand Xavier Thorpe, and unfortunately ever since Wednesday Addams arrived at the school those days became more frequent.

Being friends with the tortured artist wasn’t exactly my choice. When I arrived at Nevermore he seemed to pick me out from the crowd and deemed me to be the introvert to his extrovert, the sidekick to his main character life.

Sitting at lunch alone wasn’t fun for most, but for me, it was my favorite part of the day. Being able to sit and read while eating was a bit of peace during a hectic day full of classes. Nose-deep in my latest obsession made me pretty ignorant of what was going on around me. Honestly, I’d rather be ignorant than aware of their stares and comments about the newest freak at Nevermore.

A book slammed down on the table, knocking me out of my trance.

The boy sat down, opened up the sketchbook, and began to draw.

I glanced up at him, then down at my book, then glared back up at him, “Do you mind?

The boy looked up with strands of blond hair falling in front of his eyes, “Nope, not at all.” 

He turned his attention back to his sketch and I tried to turn mine back to my book. “You know, most people spend their first day at a new school trying to make friends, not hiding behind a book in the center of the cafeteria,” he said, trapping the edge of my book with his pencil.

I only shrugged, trying my hardest to focus on the words in front of me.

“Guess you’re not like other girls huh?”

“I’m like any other girl that doesn’t want to be bothered by a random guy asking stupid questions.”

He chuckled, “Well, I’m Xavier and I should probably welcome you to Nevermore if no one else has yet.”

“Thrilled to be here,” I said monotonously, flipping to the next page. 

“Have you ever tried archery?”

I sighed, placing my bookmark in the crease and closing the book. I wasn’t going to avoid any of his questions like this, so I might as well try and be friendly.

I didn’t mind, as it was quite nice being friends with someone as noticeable as Xavier since that meant the spotlight was never on me. 

He became more dramatic after he started dating Bianca, and that melodramatic attitude worsened after they broke up. It wasn’t until he came into my room crying over it that I realized my feelings for him, but it was never a good time to discuss it.

“What are you doing here Xavier?”

I didn’t expect to see him outside of my window at 2 AM on a Tuesday. I wanted to tell him to go away, but seeing the tears on his face made me hesitate.

“I broke up with her.”

I crossed my arms, “I’m sorry.”

“Can I come in?” he asked. I looked back at my unmade bed and messy desk. Why should I let him in? I hadn’t talked to him in over 2 weeks because Bianca said him and I were too close.

“Please,” he sniffled, “I’m sorry. I’ve been a shitty friend, I know. And I’ll make it up to you, I promise, I just need–”

He choked on a sob, but I knew what he was going to say. He needed somebody. 

I let him in, hoping that he truly meant he needed me. But part of me knew that he just needed somebody, I was just the easiest person for him.

I let him wallow in his sadness. Letting him paint for hours and rant to me while I listened. I was sad for him, as I knew he loved her.

That sadness turned into frustration. If I thought him ditching me for Bianca was bad, then him ditching me for Wednesday was worse. At least Bianca was his girlfriend and not just a random girl that wants nothing to do with him. He follows her around like a lovesick puppy.

On the first day Wednesday arrived, for example. I arrived at Botany class only to find my seat taken by the pigtailed goth. To be honest, I wanted to be mad at her, but after watching her smack the absolute shit out of Xavier's drawing of a spider I couldn’t help but laugh at his embarrassment trying to impress her. My fuming must have been evident as Ajax moved his bag from the normally empty seat next to him, I sat down next to him and let myself be distracted by my books. 

“Hey, (Y/n).”

I looked up. Ajax sent me a shy smile before sliding me a note.

Be my date to the Rave’n?

()Yes ()No

My breath caught in my throat. I knew the dance was coming up, but I honestly hadn’t given it much thought. I picked up my pencil from my bag. Did I really want to go with him?

I guess some part of me wanted to say yes, but another small part of me was secretly hoping maybe Xavier would ask.

Can I think about it?

I slid the note back to Ajax, and while his face showed disappointment he sent me another smile and a nod.

From over his shoulder, I could see Xavier staring at us, he shook his head before turning back to the front of the classroom. 

What in the world was that about?

Finally, lunch came around and I tried my best to distract myself with my novels. Unfortunately, my wishful thinking came to a close as I felt the familiar thump of Xavier's sketchbook hitting the table and his eyes staring into mine.

“What Xavier?”

Xavier looked at me confused, “We haven’t hung out in a while, what are you doing later?”

“I promised Enid I’d go dress shopping with her.”

“You don’t even have a date,” he mumbled, leaning down over his paper.

“Well, I can still go and have a good time, date or no date. Plenty of people go without one.”

Xavier scoffed, “Gonna be boring. I mean, Enid has a date, Wednesday has a date-”

“When did Wednesday get a date?” I furrowed my brow.

“Yeah, apparently she’s going with that normie Tyler.”

“Well,” I swallowed, “It’s good she’s putting herself out there.”

Xavier was silent for a bit, the only noise came from his pencil against the paper and me flipping to a new chapter.

“So, if you don’t have a date, maybe we could go together?”

I looked up at him confused and put my bookmark in between the pages of my book. 

“I mean I asked Wednesday, but she said no-”

“So I’m your last resort?” I didn’t want to believe it, but his comment about her having a date made me uneasy.

Xavier’s eyes widened, “What? No.”

“That seems to be the only reason you’re asking me right now.”

Xavier ran a hand over his face, “No, (Y/n) I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then tell me what you meant, because you’re making a point to remind me how I don’t have a date, are you expecting me to be grateful for your invitation?”

“No, I just thought it might be fun if we went together as friends-”

Friends.

I scoffed, shoving my book into my bag and grabbing my tray of food from the table, “I already have an offer, and besides I’d rather go alone than be your last resort date anyways.”

Xavier sat silently as I walked away. 

I tracked down Ajax in the hallway, handing him the note back with the “yes” box checked.

“Oh,” he said, reading over the note, “I’m so sorry (Y/n), but I asked Alexa and she said yes.”

I sighed before giving him a smile, “That’s alright, I hope you guys have a good time.”

So that’s how I ended up here, sitting in my room instead of going to the Rave’n. Honestly, this head cold couldn’t have come at a better time. I showed up to the dress shop with Enid sneezing my head off and by the next morning, I was running a fever. 

I let myself stay in bed all day while I pumped myself full of orange juice, saltine crackers, and cold medicine. 

Enid came to check on me and brought by some delicious soup for me to have that evening before she skipped off to go get ready for the dance. 

I went back and forth between napping and reading. Letting myself get lost in either the comfort of my dreams or the lives of the characters in the story. Around 10 PM a loud knock came from my door.

I didn’t want to get up, as my bed was quit cozy, however the longer I lay there the stronger the knock was.

“Coming,” I groaned as I unraveled myself from the sheets. A familiar sight met me, Xavier standing in front of my door, but this time covered in red.

I let out a scream. 

“Shhhh! No (Y/n)- it’s paint. It’s not blood-” he went to put his hand on my shoulder but pulled back.

“Wh- what are you doing here? You should be at the dance and why are you covered-”

“Can I please come in,” he said. 

The look on his face was meek, his eyes wouldn’t meet mine and it looked like he had been crying. I glanced down the hallway to see if any monitors were on patrol before pulling him into my room.

“Take those off. You can use my shower.”

“But I won’t have anything to wear-”

 I cut him off by pulling one of his old t-shirts from my hamper. He gave me a knowing look, “Stop. You asked me to get the paint stains out of it before you ghosted me for your ex, remember?”

His eyes drifted back to the floor, and for a second he looked ashamed.

“Just go get in the shower. Towels are in the cabinet under the sink.”

I dumped my laundry hamper out onto my bed, setting it back down beside the bathroom door. He stripped carefully so as to not shake any of the red liquid onto the floor and carefully tossed the clothes into the basket. The white suit would be a pain to wash really, but I shook that thought from my mind as I laid back down.

I must’ve dozed off but woke suddenly when I felt the bed dip.

“I don’t remember inviting you to lie down.”

“You didn’t.”

I scoffed, “You’re an ass you know that?” 

Xavier went to respond but was cut off as a sneeze shook my body, which in turn triggered a coughing fit that had me sitting up so I could breathe.

“Are you sick?”

I rolled my eyes as the coughs finally subsided, “No shit.”

“I’m- I’m so sorry. Here I am feeling sorry for myself-”

“You’re always feeling sorry for yourself,” I said, reaching for a tissue on my nightstand, “And here I am, still trying to take care of you first.”

Xavier sighed, “I know. You’re a good person. I’m sorry I don’t express how grateful I am that you put up with my shit.”

I shrugged.

“Don’t do that,” he sighed.

“What?”

“Don’t shut me out like that now,” he said, he scooted over to pull me into him, “Can it be my turn? To take care of you first?”

“I don’t know.”

“Please, I will I promise. I never repaid you for being here for me when me and Bianca ended things.”

“I didn’t expect you to,” I sniffled.

“Then let me do it now.”

I sighed, nodding into his shoulder as he tugged me closer to him again. 

Part of me knew this wouldn’t last long, as he’d be back at Wednesday’s heel by tomorrow, but part of me told the other to shut up and just enjoy the time I had with him now.

And another part of me hopes this lasts forever.

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[gyuuberryy]

jealousy jealousy

xavier thorpe x reader x tyler galpin

>summary: xavier has been blowing you off for the new girl at your school and you’re fed up  and jealous of it. somehow things lead to you making out with tyler, the barista at weathervane. oh boy, you really need to sort out your feelings.

>warnings: angst, jealousy, mean!xavier, crying, kissing, slight mentions of food

>word count: 1.4k+

>note: hiii, this is my first fic on this app, i hope you’ll like it. this will have a part 2 as well!

part(2)

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ever since wednesday addams had arrived at nevermore, something eventful always happened. appearances of a bloodthirsty monster, creepy rumours about wednesday, the  start of a rivalry between bianca and her. and worst of all, your best friend of six years, xavier thorpe, was obsessed with wednesday.

xavier was too busy following wednesday around like a puppy than to even acknowledge you anymore. recently he had been cancelling your plans at the last moment with sorry excuses, ditching you in lunch, ignoring you for days at a time; to sum it up he was blowing you off like you were nothing but a nuisance to him. 

and it hurt, it hurt so much especially since you had recently developed feelings for him and were planning to ask him out to this year’s RaveN. but now it looked like you would never have chance with him. first bianca, now wednesday. ugh, why was your love life so unfortunate.

you were currently on your way to miss thornhill’s botanical science class and were hoping to be able to finally have a talk with xavier as you were his seatmate. thankfully that hadn’t changed as this was the only class you shared with him. but when you reached there, you were disappointed to see none other than wednesday addams sitting in your place, glaring at xavier as if she was forced to sit with him. a pang of hurt went through your chest as you saw the adoring look xavier gave her. so it had finally happened huh? this was the only thing left to do to completely push you out of his life.he had replaced you after all these years of your friendship. he threw it away like it was nothing. he made it clear he didn’t want you around, so you would do the same now.

you stormed past their table and sat at the back. you noticed xavier look back at you but you just ignored him. soon class started and throughout the class bianca and wednesday bickered, which was amusing. wednesday seemed interesting and you know she was not at fault for what xavier was doing to you, so you had no bad blood with her. although, you couldn’t wait to go to weathervane and get yourself a nice cup of coffee.

after class ended, you immediately gathered all your belongings and walked out when a hand latched around your wrist and pulled you to the side. you looked up to be met with a familiar pair of eyes. “xavier?”

he gave you a timid smile, “yeah.”

you freed your arm from his grip and gave him a stony look, “what do you want?” 

he looked confused at your reaction, “well you’re in a bad mood today, what happened?” you scoffed, “what happened is that i’ve felt this way the entire week. you’ve been constantly ditching and ignoring me all because of your weird obsession with wednesday!”

his face screwed up into an angry expression and his stance turned defensive. “oh so you’re jealous now huh.”

you couldn't believe him, “i’m more hurt than jealous that you would start ignoring your bestfriend for someone you’ve known for a month. i don't mind her, but it would be nice if you spent some time with me as well or invited me to one of your hangouts.” you threw your hands in the air, “you’re acting as if i don’t even exist anymore.”

xavier just scoffed meanly at your words, “you’re not my only friend y/n. don’t be so clingy and get a life.”

tears stung your eyes but you stopped yourself from crying in front of him,you weren’t going to show him that his words affected you. “oh yeah? so all this time you’ve only seen me as a clingy, pitiful person.” you glared at him, “and for your comment, i have a life. now you just won’t be a part of it anymore.” he looked distraught at your words.

“and to think i ever even liked you”, you muttered and walked away. 

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the walk to weathervane was as gloomy as that day’s weather. hopefully it didn’t rain till you got back to your dorm.

the bells of the cafe jingled as you entered and the smell of coffee invaded your senses sighing, you trudged towards the counter and rang the bell kept on it. immediately a head full of brown curls peeked out of the storeroom. “oh hey y/n!” 

it was tyler, the sweet and cute barista who worked as a part timer at the cafe. yet, somehow he was always present whenever you came. you gave him a weak smile, “hey tyler, can i get an americano with three shots of espresso.”

his eyes widened, “whoa are you okay? that’s a heavy order, you usually get lattes.” you grimaced, “yeah i’m not exactly feeling too happy today. might as well get something strong.”

he gave you a sweet smile, “then i know exactly what will cheer you up. lemme surprise you with something nice, yeah?” you smiled softly at his concern for you and nodded. 

sliding into your favourite booth, you put your head on the table and tried not to recall today’s events, but no matter what you did, they came crashing back at you. how could xavier say all those things to you? all the times that you had been there for him, in his highs and lows, meant nothing to him. he just found you clingy and anno-

“y/n why are you crying?”, tyler’s worried voice broke you out of your thoughts. you looked up and he gasped at the sight of you. tear streaks went down your face and your eyes were red and swollen. you looked miserable. he sat down next to you and pulled you into a hug. you leaned on his chest and closed your eyes, breathing in his sweet scent. 

“what happened?”, his voice came out muffled in your hair. you sighed deeply, “i had a big fight with xavier and he said some really mean words.” tyler rubbed your back soothingly at that. “it’s alright, that happens in every friendship.” you moved away from his hug, still in his arms and looked at him, “but he’s been blowing me off and doesn’t even talk to me anymore.” you ranted, “and i even had feeli-” you stopped when you noticed how close you were to his face. your eyes wandered shamelessly over his face, admiring the moles on the right side of his face, his brown eyes that looked like freshly brewed coffee. and his pink lips. you wondered what it would be like to kiss him. no stop! what the hell were you thinking about?

right at that moment the bells at the entrance door jingled, signalling that someone had entered, you both looked to see who it was. surprisingly, it was xavier and he seemed to be looking for something, or rather someone. his eyes brightened when they locked with yours. and as his hand raised to give you a wave, you gripped tyler’s collar and crashed your lips on his. his eyes widened at your gesture initially, but then slowly closed and he tightened his grip around your waist to pull you closer. his lips moved against yours with the same urgency you put in.

the kiss was messy and fast and your head was clouded with fury and all you wanted to do was show xavier that you didn’t need him, to make him jealous. you opened your eyes to make eye contact with him and relished at how his face was scrunched up in anger. he turned around and walked out, slamming the door. you pulled away from tyler, both of your lips swollen and wet. you grinned cheekily as a rosy blush dusted tyler’s cheeks.

“so, what does this mean for us?”

your smile dropped at his words. shit, you hadn’t thought about it. your motive was making xavier jealous, but you hadn’t considered tyler’s feelings. sure, he was really attractive and sweet. recently he had been there for you more than xavier had. and that kiss did make your stomach swarm with butterflies, maybe that was just the adrenaline. but what about xavier, it’s not like you can suddenly push away your feelings for him.

you needed time to think things through and you were sure tyler wouldn’t mind.

you looked at him to see him staring at you expectantly. “i need some time to think things through, i’m not really in a good state of mind right now.” you smiled at him guiltily.

he nodded, “of course, take your time.” you smiled at him.

“meet me at the crackstone crypt tomorrow evening.”

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[nymphie-mama]

just friends

pairing xavier thorpe x fwb!reader

summary in which some friends with benefits are meant to be more

warnings friends with benefits, jealously, smut [rough sex, unprotected piv (don’t try this at home),

request Omg okay so this is the most specific request ever but I love your writing and can’t stop thinking about this concept! So they’re all on summer vacation, and Xavier gets a fwb (reader) to try and get over Wednesday (they aren’t a normie), then Xavier goes back to Nevermore, reader goes to visit him one weekend, meet Wednesday and gets super jealous, but then it ends in fluff and/or smut, where Xavier says he doesn’t like Wednesday anymore cos he’s into you 😫😳 -anon

i no longer support percy hynes white and i do not write for xavier thorpe anymore.

a/n not going to lie, it’s a little confusing. but it was too good to pass up. i decided to change it a little bit, but i hope you (lovely anon) still like it! i must admit this ended up way longer than i expected, i got a little carried away.

it’s safe to say you had a fun summer. a messy situation with xavier turned into a messy situationship.

xay, one of your best friends, somehow turned into your friend with benefits. a one time thing turned into a one, two, maybe ten, fifteen, time thing. no one fucked like xavier thorpe. no one knew you like xavier thorpe.

ajax, the only other person who knew about your fling, kept telling you that xavier was using you. to get over wednesday addams. maybe you knew that too, but xay was good at hiding it.

until fall came around.

your bi-nightly hookups quickly turned into weekly. xavier found himself always occupied, usually with Ms. Addams. you felt like maybe you didn’t have a right to be upset. but you also knew that you felt so much more between you two, more than just sex.

xay 11:27 pm

wanna come by?

you were honestly surprised, seeing this text pop up on your phone. you wanted to say no. you just about did

y/n 11:28 pm

why don’t you ask wednesday instead?

you knew it wasn’t right. to be petty. you didn’t have the right to be mad, right?

xay 11:31 pm

come over here so i can fix your attitude

you hesitated. but you can’t say no to xavier anyway. so within the next few minutes you were sneaking into the artists dorm room.

“you came,” he said, smiling. you didn’t reply, but instead, you walked over to xavier’s tall frame.

you wanted to ignore it. the way you knew he had feelings for wednesday. get this over with and go.

so, you wasted no time feelings under his shirt. kissing his neck and collarbones. tugging at his hair the way he liked. he didn’t complain, undressing you to your bra and underwear and pushing you flat onto the bed.

when it came to xavier, it didn’t take much to get that familiar pool between you thighs.

“xavier, just fuck me,” you said, waiting more impatiently than ever.

“needy.”

nonetheless, your underwear was discarded with haste, in a pile with your other clothes. xavier removed his own clothes and aligned himself with your entrance.

he bottomed out in you with one quick motion, making you both groan.

while letting you adjust, xavier thought it appropriate to say,

“you’re mine, y’know? i don’t care about her as anything more than a friend.”

you scoffed, “prove it.”

he scoffed too, almost mimicking you. he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back into you abruptly. you opened your mouth to scream, and he didn’t hesitate to bring his hand to you mouth. his other hand was on your hip, keeping you realícele still while he slammed into you ruthlessly.

he found a quick pace that had your eyes rolling back within seconds. every thrust hit your g spot and made your screams and whines louder.

“fuck,” he said through strained lips, “feel so good wrapped around me, baby.”

you started to feel the haze come over you, getting lost in his voice and his movement. your name sounded so good falling from his lips.

his hand came away from your mouth, down to rub his name into your clit.

without his hand covering you, your cries were no longer muffled. you didn’t bother trying to hide them, it felt so good.

“i hope she comes down here and hears you,” he whispered into your ear, “how pretty you get for me.”

the room was filled with mixed smells and sounds. you were begging and pleading with him, for what, you don’t know. sweat poured down both of your faces while xavier rut into you, kissed you, groped you. touched you any way he could.

“god, i need you so bad,” he’d said, gripping your hips so you could meet him with his hits.

that band in your stomach was tightening and tears were forming in your eyes. you hair was surely ruined by now, your hips and neck probably bruised from xavier’s handling of you.

“xay,” you whined for the unpteenth time this evening, “so good- feels so good, pretty boy.”

“mhmmm- you were made for me-“

your breathing was shallow and short, almost synchronized with him.

“please, xay. please, please, please,” you were whining. begging, for something you knew you’d get. were about to get.

“i know, angel. let go, it’s okay,” he said. his strokes were getting sloppier and slightly slower. he was chasing his own release.

like he was gospel, you body reacted with his words. something beautiful washed over you. he wiped the few tears that stained your face, and let himself calm down.

his found a new, easier rhythm. with just a few thrusts, he was shooting his cum over your stomach, loving the little mess he made on you.

he cleaned you up, like he always did. gave you new clothes. you got up to leave quicker than normal, without an extra word.

“don’t go,” he said, following after you and reaching for your hips again (he quickly let go and giggled as you winced). “i meant what i said. i’m over her. i want you.”

“let’s lay down,” you said. you were both gleaming as you laid down next to each other. you talked everything out and then went to sleep in each other’s arms.

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[mntalbrakdown]

I like love you - P. Hynes White

masterlist!

mentions of: fluff, cussing

synopsis: you love him and all the things you used to like abt him turned to love. 

a/n: i’m no longer writing for him so plz no hate!!!!

The “it girl” was dating the new golden boy. Percy was the new boy in town, being in Wednesday, even though he had other shows and movies out, but now it was different. People now have their eyes on him. You knew Percy thanks to Jenna. You and Jenna have been friends since you were younger. You both met during auditions so you constantly bumped into one another. The difference was you were from LA you knew your way around it. You knew it was full of people who wanted attention and you knew who to sort out. So when Jenna invited you to the Wednesday premiere you went, it was second nature. When you arrived you met with Jenna she was next to a tall boy, taller than you, and had long hair. He had very light eyes, you couldn’t sort out if it was green or hazel. Something that bothered you the whole night.

“Percy, this is my friend y/n” Jenna introduces "y/n this is Percy"

You both say hello and act like middle schoolers on their first date. You would watch him the whole night from afar. He was pretty and funny. You liked the way he spoke and how kind he was. You would take photos on the black carpet and would sneak a peek to look at him. You really wanted to take a picture with him but decided not to. 

You were about to leave and say goodbye to Jenna and Emma when you felt a hand grab your arm. You turned back and saw Percy. 

“So I thought we could go out, and actually get to know one another” he asks scratching his head

“yeah that would be nice” you smile, giving him a napkin with your phone number already written on it because you wanted him to ask for it all night. 

Now after six months passed you guys were going to go to celebrate your anniversary. 

“Here I got you this shirt you could wear,” Percy says pulling out a pink bag with some tissues. You opened it and found a cute white baby tee saying Percy H. White's GF in red letters.

“Do I have to wear this,” you ask laughing

“it’s only true love if you do,” he says in a sing-song voice

“did you get one for yourself?” trying to scrummage through the bag 

“no, only you” he says smiling ear to ear

“fuck you, is this like occasion worthy?” 

“get ready we’re going out,” he says completely ignoring the question

“like causal fit?” you try to imagine dressing this up and all you thought abt was big grey sweats and a slick back bun with sunglasses 

“yes, we’re getting coffee first” he knew you liked coffee and how you liked just being with him not anyone else on a special day like this. 

“so you plan on telling the world we’re dating this way” you look at him on the way to his car. he liked that you would have to look up to him when you wanted to talk, he found it cute 

“i think it’s hot” he says unlocking his car

“i mean having a property kink is definitely something else” you say sitting in the car 

“I mean aren’t you tired of people thinking Jenna and I are dating,” he asks looking at you for a sign of jealousy 

“no-“

“-no?” he cuts you off

“no, because I know we’re dating and if people want to make you two date that’s cute but it won’t happen,” you say looking at him and how focused he is on trying to exit the parking lot 

“God, I like you,” he says grabbing your hand and putting it on his lap as he drives 

“like you too” you squeeze his lap once

the rest of the car ride is silent. you would mind your business. but constantly look at Percy. how he focused on driving. how his hair would blow when the right amount of air would blow. 

“is something wrong,” he asks tearing his sight from the road onto you 

“no, you’re just pretty to look at” you smile at him 

“shouldn’t I be saying that to you” he jokes around 

“not necessarily, I always like to call you pretty and see how flustered you get” you make your fingers dance around his lap

you liked the way he smelled. you liked the way he would be comfortable with you. you liked that he could be himself wherever he went and not feel bad. you liked that he was him. him being the person you find yourself loving for the rest of your life. that being from a distance or in person. 

“what’s going on in the pea-sized brain of yours” Percy looks at you now that he is parking 

“nothing” you smile to yourself 

“well we’re here” he looks at you as he turns his car off

“where are we” you look around and just see houses and a small building 

“we’re going to hang out with some friends” you weren’t planing on being with friends. if you did than you would’ve chosen a different outfit 

“in there” the building looked old, not a historian but old to the point it needs to repaint and a power wash 

"so no coffee?" you slightly pout and dry the 'tears' that were rolling down your face

"fear not," Percy says smiling as if it was a 'you problem'

you both get out of the car and walk hand in hand to the building. you liked the way he towered to you. you liked the way he would look down at you and make sure you were ok. you like the way he would block the sun out for you. you liked the way he let you walk in the sidewalk instead of out, exposed to the cars. 

as you walked in you were greeted by some friends. friends from Wednesday, Percy’s friends, and yours. 

“hey sweets,” Jenna says hugging you 

“Hey, what’s going on,” you ask, there were so many people to just a six-month anniversary 

“I don’t know Percy just asked us to come” Jenna smiled and sat back down on the couch. 

Percy was behind you. his hand laid on your waist. his head resting on the top of yours. he saw an open spot on the couch and dove for it. 

“I’m gonna go get a drink, want any perc,” you ask almost turning your body fully away

“just a water, please” he said with a gentle smile laying in his face 

you liked the way he was polite. you liked the way he was gentle. you liked the way he looked at you. it was never lust or hatred…no never it was care and something else you couldn't put your finger on. 

“you’re doing a lot of thinking,” Emma says looking at you. you were trying to get the water and a sparkling water

“yeah, just trying to figure out why Percy made this party,” you say scourging the ice for the beverages

“Maybe he loves you,” she says with a wide smile ear to ear 

“yeah maybe,” you say with a delicate smile, mimicking Percy's from earlier

“wait he hasn’t said it yet” Emma furrows her eyebrows 

“no, neither have I,” you say ready to walk away 

“I know you guys do” she follows you like a lost puppy

“I wanted to say it when I felt comfortable, and I feel it I just don’t know if today with all these people will be the day,” you say weakly, "and it's not that I don't love him, because I do, but I dont want him to feel the need to say it because everyone we know is here"

you both start heading back to the couch. it was surrounded by a dark ambient light that was warm and surrounded by paintings. it was really beautiful. it was something you’ve seen before but can’t put your finger on it. 

“Hey, pretty girl,” Percy says and you hand him his water. it looks like all the seats are taken so you decide on standing behind him. but he grabs onto your arm and makes you spin around and pull you down to sit down on his lap

“oh” you felt awkward on his lap. felt like you needed to get up and find your own seat, but he made sure you were fine. rubbing your knee knowing ur overthinking 

you liked the way he was compassionate. you liked the way he cared for you. you liked the way he would smile at you and reassure you everything will be alright.

you opened your sparkling water and started drinking it. everyone was talking about how they haven’t watched Wednesday. they were all either saying they should watch it or others saying they shouldn’t. 

“so y/n what films are you working on,” Joy asks, moving around in her seat

“I finished the barbie movie, I don’t think I can say much more,” you say almost in a whisper. you didn’t like to talk about your work. it was the same as how you didn’t want to talk about school and grades when you were younger. 

“she’s humble” Percy shakes you around as he screams making everyone laugh

“we’re not the public y/n say more” Jenna pushes and pries. 

“she doesn’t even tell me,” Percy says almost hurt, moving you back so his chest hits your back and laying back 

“what why,” Emma says in awe

“I'm superstitious, I feel like I would jinx myself” taking another swig of your drink

“what does your shirt say,” hunter asks out of the blue, squinting and moving his head around to figure out what the letters make out

“no, let’s not talk about it,” you say trying to hide your chest

“no, let’s talk abt it,” Percy says from behind you sitting up for this conversation and trying to move your hands to your side to show the work of art that is your shirt.

“It's something alright,” Jenna says, with a face of disgust and amusement.

“I would never purchase this,” you say laughing looking down at Percy with a shit-eating grin 

“I would it’s hot,” Percy says with a challenging laugh

“yeah only you” you laugh into his neck. he liked the way it was a smooth breeze and how your loose hair tickled him. he started to move around because of your hair making you move around.

“get a room,” Georgie says jokingly 

“which one? yours” Percy says looking at him while you move your head and trying not to laugh

"This is so middle school, it makes me want to throw up," you say trying to get up

"no" Percy yelped, making you want to start laughing all over again

"I feel like shouldn't be here," Hunter says making everyone laugh

you liked the way he got flustered. you liked the way he needed to hide his face from people when he grew embarresed.

"I need to leave and-"

"-no you don't" he cuts you off yet again gripping you even tighter than ever before

“Is that a photo booth?” You point to the culprit as Percy follows your gaze

“let’s go take some photos,” he says wanting to get up. you follow close behind and get in the booth. Percy goes in first but sits in the middle.

“scooch” there was enough space for the both of you. but Percy just brings you down to his lap. you didn't know what his fetish was of you sitting on his lap

“what should be the first pose,” you ask but Percy beat you to it. He had a shit-eating grin, and the next thing you knew was him tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you into a kiss, you heard the first shutter as you try to pull away Percy groaned not wanting to move

“We have to take other photos,” you say smiling, looking down at him, his eyes still hyper-fated on your lips

“I think I love you,” Percy says almost in a hushed whisper

“What?” you tried to make sure what he just said was what you heard and not make a full of yourself

“I love you” and another click rang out

you tried to react and say it back. but your brain made your eyes react first. making Percy think he misspoke. You wanted your brain to send a message to your mouth to move and say it back fast before it was too late.

“I love you too,” you say making him go into shock, and another shutter sounds. his mouth started to draw a curve as his eyes sparkled, which you thought was impossible because of how dim the light was

you intertwine your fingers in his hair bringing him into another kiss and him moving his hand to your jaw to deepen this kiss. you smiling into the kiss, and him following suit and the last photo was captured.

you try to get out, but Percy groans, wanting to stay in this position for the rest of the night. You slowly tug away so you could get out of the curtained wall. you hold a hand for him to come out. he holds onto your hand as you both walk to the other side of the booth and find the photos. you look through them as Percy now has both his hands wrapped around your waist with his head resting on top of yours

the first photo was you both kissing, the next was him saying 'i love you' with your eyes wide, the third was you saying I love you and him smiling wider than ever, and the last was both of you kissing, this time it was different than the first. you think he also saw that photo at the same as you because he kissed the top of your head.

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LONELY HEARTS - XAVIER THORPE

DESCRIPTION I you didn't want to talk about your power, but for Xavier you could make an exception. If you're not talking since you kissed each other.

PAIRING I Xavier Thorpe × fem!reader

WORDS COUNT I 2,5k

A/N I I'm sorry this is super messy I had two ideas and I think I got lost somewhere in between fhdsf but I really love this story and I hope you will too 💛

In every school you went to, they organized parents’ weekend. And let’s be honest, you hated them. You thought that by going to Nevermore, you would escape those stupid days. Turned out, even the weirdest school needed their family event.

Almost everyone was excited about this. It was a kind of break in the middle of this crazy year. And you respected that. So, you let them talk about their parents, even those who weren’t the happier about them coming. And when they asked you, you never said that no one was coming for you. Last year you said your mother had cancelled. This time, you simply managed to change the subject so you wouldn’t get some invitations to stay with their families. It was their day. You were good with having no one.

On the big day, you decided to stay quiet and discreet. So you went to the library, where you decided to spend the day and maybe the weekend. There were enough books to keep you entertaining and you knew where some students were hiding snacks. Peace, books and food: how could you ask for more?

You were sitting in a big black chair when you heard a loud band following by multiples “shit”. First, you weren’t alone in the library which was quite surprising. Who would come here today when they have their family? You wondered if someone had saw you coming here and wanted to check on you. The plan wasn’t to talk about your family issues today, you didn’t have the time to think of a lie already.

But you were worried for only a couple of seconds. Because, secondly, you recognized that voice immediately. You were used to hear him talk in class. Or arguing with him most of the time because none of you could accept and admit the attraction between you. It was easier to pretend to hate each other than to accept someone could love two lonely hearts like yours.

So yeah, you weren’t that scared about Xavier being there. But you were still quite surprised. You got up and followed his mumbling around the shelfs. When you finally found him, he was sitting on the floor, his back against a bookcase. If every student wore their best clothes for the weekend, Xavier looked…natural. His hair was halfway up, like he always did it when he was drawing. He was holding his hand firmly and you guessed you had a found the reason behind the bang. 

Before you could talk, Xavier looked up at you. “What are you doing here?” he asked, frowning. If you were used to the way he was talking to you most of the time, like he was bored and would rather face a monster than be in the same room as you, this time it was different. Like he was ashamed that you could see him like that. Like you weren’t the problem in this situation, but he was. 

“What are you doing here?” you said, sitting in front of him. You saw him rolling his eyes and you couldn’t resist hitting him in the leg with your feet. When he put his eyes on you, you almost lost your breath. There was something so hot in the way he was looking at you. No surprise you kept dreaming of him. “Why aren’t you outside with the others?” 

“I have nothing to do outside.”

“I thought your dad was coming this year.” He looked at you with confusion. “Ajax told me.” Of course, you didn’t talk about this, it wasn’t the type of conversation you had anyway. It didn’t make sense for you to know his dad was supposed to come. He didn’t want you to know. Because now you knew he was abandoned again.

You knew a few things about Xavier and his relationship with his parents. He had to deal with the dark side of having a famous dad: the pressure of never feeling good enough, of always having to fight to get just a little light on him. Or just wishing he could get more love. You learnt to know Xavier was an amazing friend, but you could tell that he was just broken inside. Hoping someone would see him and love him for once. For him.

You almost got lost in your thought until he spoke again. “Well, I’m still not his priority.” You hated how he shrugged, like it wasn’t an important information. Like he wasn’t important. “You?”

“Me?” you tilted your head on the side. Xavier did just like you with the slightest smirk that let you think he didn’t hate you completely. You would even risk and say he liked having you there. 

He didn’t bother asking again. He knew you understood. So, you took a breath you didn’t know you needed and opened for one of the rare times here. “I don’t want my mom to come. I don’t want to see her.” It hurt, like always when you spoke your mind. You wished there were other ways to say that so you wouldn’t sound like the hating daughter. But it was the truth. She was a terrible mother and there was no way you would accept her here.

You didn’t need to have a famous mom to feel lonely and pressured. Having a power that could benefit many people was a trap. Especially when your own mother used you for bad reasons. The worst in this was that in most of your school, you used your power to get more friends. It was easier this way. Until it got out of control, and you had to change place.

Ironically, the only place you refused to use your power in was the only place that wouldn’t make you feel like a monster.

And for the first time in Nevermore, you thought it was a good moment to use your hands.

You moved next to Xavier, with his eyes following every single of your movements. You haven’t been this close since last year’s party. Yet, it felt like you’ve never been apart. Your thighs met his when you adjusted yourself. And he didn’t move. Not a little. He was expecting this soft physical contact between you just like you did. “What happened to your hand?”

“Why do you wanna know?” You saw how he put his hand a little away from you, like he wanted to protect himself from the truth. Xavier wasn’t the kind to open up and you wished you could find a way to break his armor. It wasn’t even that he didn’t trust you. He was just scared. And maybe he realized it by himself, that you didn’t mean any harm, that you were also just abandoned kid too. That he shouldn’t be scared of you. “My dad. He called me not even an hour ago to tell he’s not coming. I overreacted and…that was stupid.” 

This explained the bang you heard, even if you had already guessed that seeing his hand. There was something heartbreaking in the thought of Xavier feeling lonely and unloved to the point he was ready to hurt the only thing that probably really mattered to him. How was he supposed to draw with a broken hand? 

You slowly brought your hand to his and took his broken one. There was something recomforting of doing this in silence. Xavier wasn’t questioning your acts. You weren’t blaming him for overreacting. You were just accepting that this was the right thing to do. It wasn’t until a good minute, when he started to feel better, that Xavier realized what was happening.

“You…you can heal people?” He couldn’t believe neither what he was saying nor what he was seeing. You never talked about your power, and you knew some of your friends even made bets about it. Apparently, healing wasn’t one of their ideas. “Why haven’t you talk about that? It’s probably the coolest power here.”

“So, you think I’m cool, hm? Does it mean you will start talking to me again?” Even if he rolled his eyes, you could see Xavier little smile meaning he wasn’t totally mad at you. But a secret for a secret. You couldn’t deal with this revelation with just a good number of jokes. “My mother was part of gang. She abused my power and forced me to use it for her and her guys. It was the only moment I felt appreciated when I was young, when I could heal her. So, I used it at school too to make friends. But it would always get out of control. When I arrived here last year, I had just severed all contact with my mom. And I didn’t want to make the same mistakes. So, except for Weems, nobody knows.”

You were still focused on Xavier’s hand. Trying to avoid his eyes after talking about your past. So, focus that you didn’t see him moving. At least, not until he put his other hand under your chin to lift your face up. “I don’t want to abuse your power.” It was the sincerity in his voice, the way he was looking at you like he could see your soul and the way his fingers were brushing your skin that let you know you could trust Xavier. 

Deep down, even after the party’s accident, you always knew that. Because he stopped talking to you frequently but was never mean or nasty to you. And you would be lying if you said you never caught the way he was looking at you in classes. You were still in his mind. As much as he was in yours.

You felt him trying to remove his hand from between yours and stopped him. “If I didn’t want to do that, I wouldn’t Xavier. You’re not abusing if I’m offering.” You looked at him deep in his green eyes. And from the little sigh he made, you knew he understood the innuendo there.

“I shouldn’t have treated you like that after you kissed me.” He chose to whisper, like he was making some confessions. He was, technically. And you both liked this idea of whispering to make it sound like you were keeping this between you. Which was correct. Since you were alone there. “I wanted it too; I encouraged you and it was selfish to blame you afterwards.”

During your first year at Nevermore, you and Xavier kept flirting. You got closed pretty quick, thanks to Enid and Ajax who absolutely wanted their best friends to be friends too. It was easy to fall for Xavier. He was always so nice to you, helping you in classes when you needed to, offering you some drawings he made because he was bored and asking for inspiration some days. You loved the same things, laughed at the same jokes. You could still hear Enid said you were meant to be.

You and Xavier both thought that.

So, after a whole year of getting closer and flirting, you finally decided to confess your feelings for Xavier. But not verbally. You took things slowly, starting by holding his hand to putting one on his neck. And when you approached your face to kiss him, Xavier was the one breaking the distance with a small “fuck” escaping his lips. Your kiss was exactly like you imagined it. Soft and dominating. Letting go all your feelings in this one contact.

But then, it was like Xavier realized what happened. He left you. Without an explanation. And didn’t talk to you all summer. So, when school started again, you just assumed you were mad at each other. You were, indeed, for feeling betrayed and used and abandoned. Xavier was just scared.

“I’ve never been the first choice.” You heard him say. “Parents, friends…lovers, there was always a moment in our relationship when they realize I’m not their favorite. Not the one they want to spend most of their time with or…whatever.” He sighed and without thinking, you just go closer. There was almost no distance between you already so now your legs were literally touching and you were almost sitting on his laps. But it didn’t matter. You wanted to be there for him.

Xavier could feel that. You were proving him wrong. But you needed to hear the end of the story to fully reassure him. “I wanted to kiss you that night. I’ve dreamt about that almost every day since I met you. But when we did…I realize that now you were someone I could lose to. Like after kissing me you would realize I wasn’t worth it. And I was already loving you so much that I couldn’t handle that. So…”

“So, you decided to leave before getting hurt.” You finished the sentence for him. And his little nod was enough. This time, you finally sat on Xavier’s lap. You let go of his hand only for you to grab his face with yours gently. He had such gorgeous eyes; it broke you to see them with that sad expression. I could you let the boy you love be that sad?

“Listen to me.” You said softly. “I understand your feeling and your fear Xav, I do. But you’re the main character in my life, ok? You’re the perfect love interest writers try to write for their book. No one, and I insist on the no one, could ever replace you here.” You slowly took his hand to put it against your heart. “We might have lost months, but I still want to kiss you. And try to be something with you.”

You saw Xavier’s smile growing slowly on his face until he finally landed closer to kiss you. His lips tasted exactly like you remembered them, it was almost like your first kiss was a fever dream and this one was for real. When Xavier put his hand on your neck and pushed you closer to him, you felt more alive than ever. The way he bent his knees made you slide right against his chest. It was a real intimate moment and you forgot where you were. It didn’t matter if someone saw you. 

You were both breathless after that passionate kiss. And when you both noticed the other’s condition, you laughed together. You then leant against Xavier’s chest and let him play with your hair. It was comforting to be together there, in a quiet room while everyone was outside. It was quite representative of your life: two quiet people, used to be in their own world, that opened to the other to create their own bubble.

“Maybe” Xavier started with a low voice, again like he was sharing a secret with you. You looked at him, but he was looking at the books in front of him, like he was thinking. “It takes two lonely and broken hearts to make a full and healthy one.” It was only then that he looked at you. And his eyes told you what his words meant. He was giving you his heart. And you were ready to take a good care of it.

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Okay but what about reader giving Xavier a necklace with her initial on it…

Wednesday twin!Reader

I've done this scenario a few times for other characters/fandoms, but only the situation reversed (where reader is the one wearing the necklace)

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After seeing him, you didn't want to look at anything else.

Enid was giving you and Wednesday a quick tour of the school after your arrival. She showed you the library, the dining area, where to go to class and, lastly, the quad — which was a pentagon, as your sister had flatly pointed out. Enid had not been amused by Wednesday's humor and chose to ignore her and continuing her tour, insisted on giving you a wikia on Nevermore's social seats.

As the blonde was expanding about the clics and Bianca Barclay, your eyes fell on the tall boy on the other side of the quad and they wouldn't leave him. The world around you turned into a white noise, a mere echo, as you gave your whole attention to the stranger. You were completely entranced by him. His hair was tied back as he effortlessly painted a raven on a school wall.

''—used to date our resident tortured artist, Xavier Thorpe,'' Enid explained, and, as if on cue, the boy — Xavier — looked over his shoulder, finally giving you a good picture of his face.

A sharp jawline sliding into a pointed chin, Cheshire cat green eyes and the beautiful and full pink lips. You felt like throwing up as the words crossed your mind, but he had the face of an angel.

He raised his hand over the painting, making you very confused. Until now, you didn't know Nevermore's outcasts had powers. The artwork followed his hand movement, the wings of the raven coming to life and sending your heart in a twirl, in complete awe at everything this boy was.

At that moment, you wondered if that's how your parents felt when they first saw each other. The tight feeling in the chest and the inability to look away. You wanted to cross the quad and compliment Xavier on his artwork and talent or simply introduce yourself — get any kind of interaction with him —, but another boy pulled you out of your bubble. This one had a whole den of snakes hidden underneath his beanie.

Before coming to Nevermore, you had never batted a lash at any boys, but for some reason Wednesday couldn't fathom or indulge, you had a special interest for Xavier.

''What do you find in him?'' she asked from her bed, reading her copy of Frankenstein. She had read it so many times that the spine was cracked and duck-taped.

A smile curled on your face, your mind drifting to Xavier.

Although he was very handsome, your attraction didn't stop there. It was more than his look. It was the way he carried himself, his posture and effortlessly elegant demeanor, the way he spoke about things he was passionate about, the shy dimpled smile he always reserved for you, the way he gave you his undivided attention when he's talking to someone, the subtle acts of romanticism like that one time he got you that specific shade of rose that's really hard to find and expensive just because it was your favorite.

''I'm afraid the list would exceed the level of disgust you can handle in one day, dear sister,'' you replied.

''Do test me. I might enjoy myself.''

You loved him in a way you couldn't explain. He made you see life in colors, painting a golden light over your natural darkness.

The hour was late as you wandered to the boys’ dormitory, ducking into alcoves and being as quiet as the dead on your way to Xavier’s dorm. He didn’t know you were coming, but Thing had seen him returning from his nightly run through Wednesday's window so you knew he was there.

You did your special knock and when the door opened, Xavier grabbed your shoulder and pulled you inside, quickly closing behind you. You couldn't be on the boys' floors. The rules were very strict concerning the dormitories and the consequences would be severe if caught.

‘’What are you doing here? I thought you were spending the night celebrating your birthday with Wednesday.’’ Xavier reached for your hand, pulling you close to him. His hair was released from its usual hair-tie and damp from the shower he must’ve had after his run.

‘’It appears she has blown me off,’’ you explained with a tinge of bitterness. ‘’Only Thing was in her dorm when I let myself in and refused to tell me where she had gone. My suspicions are, she is raising dark forces and does not want mom and dad to know of her hellish doings.’’

Xavier frowned. ‘’Hellish doings?’’

''Séances. We have an altar in our living room at home.’’

You spoke so casually of dark magic that Xavier didn’t wish to know what else you and your parents did in your free time. It might be a little too spooky and kooky for him.

‘’I have something for you.’’ You pulled out a black velvet pouch from your jacket pocket. ‘’Open it.’’

Xavier took the pouch with a veil of confusion on his face. ‘’You got me a gift on your birthday?’’

‘’Open it, mon amour,’’ you pressed, equally excited and terrified to see his reaction.

Delicately, Xavier untied the loose knot and pulled the pouch open. He reached inside and took out a silver necklace. It wasn’t delicate and dainty like a woman's. The chain was thicker and the pendant was in the shape of a wax stamp with your initial on it.

‘’I found the pendant in a shop in town. I was looking for a present for Wednesday and it caught my eye through one of the glass shelves among other trinkets.’’

He observed the jewelry closely, then smiled at it. ‘’Like Y/N?’’

‘’Not because I own you,’’ you felt the need to add, ‘’but because I’m the only one who really knows you.’’

Xavier’s smile deepened, soft dimples poking. The smile he kept just for you. He unclasped the back of the necklace and you grabbed it from him, putting it on for him. A smile bloomed on your lips, seeing the pendant resting over his shirt as a mark of your love.

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[bellapple-dude]

Imagine, percy kissing all over your face after being away in Milan for so long, his hands traveling everywhere just to make sure this isn't some dream.

Holding your closely, breathing on your neck, kissing your forehead. Loving you until the day he dies.

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[slytherinqueenrose]

You know what?

Fuck it

I can’t stand it anymore

This whole Percy thing is going too far.

I am a victim of SA, take it in your mind

And I get the whole idea of supporting another victims and “you always have to believe the victim”

But you know what’s wrong in this case? Those girls were clearly caught LYING several times.

First one when they said how shocked they were when they saw him in Wednesday. At last they had no fucking idea that he was popular and then BOOM! Someone found their old instastory and it became clear that they have been watching another show with him before.

Secondly, they said he was a racist because of this certain video where he was using slur words or however I’m supposed to call it. It came out it was his role.

Not to mention the fact that the girls are blocking EVERYONE who tries to dig a bit deeper. Why if they’re so sure of their version?

I had not been a big fan of Percy at first, I preferred the serie Xavier but after digging and getting to know him better I got furious to say the least. I support REAL victims of SA but those girls are like a total zero for me. Truth to be told I’m sorry.

I remember this one horrific day when I almost got rapped by a member of my family. Yes, family. His hands were everywhere, especially where they mustn’t have been. I reported it immediately, the minute I escaped. I have to live with this trauma and here they are, lying all over internet that the boy who was popular af had to throw the parties to sleep with them like cmon💀 we all know now that those parties were thrown for everyone, not only them. Those chat screenshots? Go to google and type “fake instagram chat” and here you can fake EVERYTHING.

If these girls wanted some fame, they could have gone to any movie casting and start their own career instead of wrecking someone else’s. I believe there are hundreds of castings everyday in Canada.

What I wanted to say is that I stand with Percy, I can see his friends supporting him so am I and those 4.5 million of people who were smart enough to stay with him. I may be disappointed, it’s ok but at least I won’t be the one who’ll come back to him after it’ll become official that he’s innocent.

If you want to write for Percy or Xavier, don’t be shy, your blog is your space and don’t worry about Percy’s slanders. Open your eyes before throwing insults on him instead of on those liars

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[velvrei]

breathless

pairing : sub!xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary : xavier wants to be choked and slapped

warnings : nsfw, choking, sub!xavier, begging, overstimulation if you quint, slapping, praise kink, degradation kink, use of nicknames (slut, etc.)

an addiction. that was the only proper word to describe how xavier thorpe felt about you.

the way you made him feel, the way your hands felt, the way you moaned his name as he pleases you after begging countless times, it was all apart of his addiction, his incessant devote to you.

but something just didn’t feel right.

you and him had a very tight relationship, you were always together, always touching, only cherishing each other.

but lately, xavier felt someone was off in the sex department. he was obviously always satisfied, but he felt the urge to spice it up. he needed more from you.

it was a normal thing when he approached you, as you sat in his dorm continuing homework, at his desk table. “y/n?”

his voice was timid, softer than usual which caused you to turn around and give him your attention. “what’s up?”

he sat slowly onto your bed, forming a soft dent as he placed his hands into his lap. you noticed his awkwardness, “you okay?”

you felt the need to tend to him as you usually did. you quickly put away your work and walked over to him and sat down in the empty space next to him.

you had no idea what this was leading to but you assumed it was something that was bothering him for a while.

“i feel like you’re holding back from me.” he blabbed suddenly. you raised an eyebrow, “holding back? how so?”

“well, whenever we have sex, don’t get me wrong, it’s amazing but i just feel like it’s missing something. it feels like you’re not telling me about some of the things you’re into.” his confession made you sigh. he wasn’t wrong, but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable with what you were into.

“you’re right, xavier. i am holding back some of my kinks. i didn’t want to freak you out or scare you awa-“

“y/n?” he spoke, quickly, stopping your rambling. “yes, love?” his heart fluttered at the nickname.

“show me.”

you almost choked on your spit, not expecting such a direct statement to come from your shy and submissive boyfriend. “show you?”

“show me what you’re into. please,” the sound of him begging made you clench your thighs. you agreed before reminding him of the safe word and sitting yourself up.

you found yourself straddling his lap, he let alone whimpered at that as the friction made him harder than he already was.

he kissed you, hard. his hands snuck to your waist and then trailed downward, touching and grabbing your ass, taking the time to now kiss you deeper and with tongue at your surprise.

he was getting weaker by the second, his whining continued as you began rolling your hips against his to get some type of friction. his head fell onto your shoulder, “oh, baby,” he moaned after pulling from the kiss.

his sounds encouraged you. you grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked it earning a louder moan, trailing hot kisses down his neck. “you’re so pretty, xavi,” you praised, as you normally would.

“fuck,” he panted, “please, y/n.”

you smiled down at him and yanked on his hair once again earning a breathy whimper, “please what, baby?”

he cried, “please, touch me, please, y/n, please, baby,” he rambled nonsense in attempt to get you to give him more.

“someone’s needy today, hmm?” you spoke, but still gave him what he wanted, you began to unbuckle and take off his pants. “yes, yes, please, y/n, i’ll be whatever you want me to be,” he begged quietly as he felt your hands slide underneath his boxers and he sits up a bit so you could partially slide them off of his fragile frame.

xavier’s dick was throbbing and you could feel it, you grabbed it harshly. “fuck, y/n, can- you um-“ he could barely speak real words as the pressure was a release considering he had been hard at the thought of you for the past hour.

“can i what, baby?” he was at a loss for words. you pushed a couple strands of hair away from his now sweating face, placing soft kisses onto his neck. he whined when you compelled a hickey, almost giving up at his attempt to form words. “can you choke me, please, i- i want it so bad.”

you we’re thrilled to say the least. you started pacing his cock at a slow pace, one hand on his dick and the other sliding up his body and stopping at his throat. you gently gripped it, the pathetic sound he made was sent straight to your core.

“you’re so perfect, zavi,” you praise made him nervous as his dick pulsated in your hand, small drops of precum getting on your hand as you sped up your pace.

you wrapped your hand around his shaft and circled your thumb over his leaking tip. he cried out, lolling his head backward. fuck he was so hot, all bothered and riled up. you brought his face closer, kissing him eagerly so he let out a lewd whine.

“y/n, y/n, that feels so good,” he panted, almost completely out of breath, “faster, please, baby.” his begs egged you on, so you gave him what he partially what he wanted. you pumped him fast enough to make him moan but not as fast to where he could cum. he knew what you were doing, he’d played that game before.

it made you wet how such a tall, masculine man was in front of you, at your mercy with the most submissive look on his face and the spiciest words leaving his plump lips. “look at you. all hot and bothered. pathetic.” he felt embarrassed, but his dick was throbbing even harder in your hand so you took it as a good thing.

“y/n- fuck- say that again, please. that’s so hot,” those words awoke something inside of you, it made you feel as if it was now your job to control and degrade xavier and milk him for all he had. you let go of his throat and used both of your hands to pump his dick.

“you’re so fucking good, xavier. such a good boy. makes me think you’re a slut, too.” he let out the loudest moan you’d ever heard leave his mouth. “oh my fucking god, please. please, please say that again. jesus christ,” his words slurred together, he mumbled some kind of gibberish. you ran a finger through his silky brown hair, yanking it harshly as he moaned and groaned at the sudden pain and friction.

he felt himself nearing his edge, he was so close, but it couldn’t just happen he had to be taken there.

“y/n, i’m so close,” he whimpered, “can you- can you- um- can you slap me. please, it’s all i’m asking for from you.” you smiled and increased your pace, giving him a harsh slap across the face, then choking him once again. he yelled multiple swear words, gibberish sounding profanities and a long string of pornographic moans.

not even ten second after, he came with a loud cry, white sticky cum all over your hand. “so good. you did so well my love,” his head fell onto your shoulder, he was still cumming and he was making a huge mess all over your clothing and bed. he murmured a bunch of ‘thank you’s, rambling on about how pretty you were and how thankful he was for you.

“god, i didn’t realize how much of a mess i made. i’m so sorry,” he started but you placed a finger over his lips. “don’t apologize, sweetheart. i enjoyed every second of that.”

he smiled and brought you into a kiss. his lips were soft and glossy, and when he pulled away his eyes were filled with pure love, as you kissed his forehead then stood so you could clean him up.

you grabbed a damp towel and wiped up him, which he winced at, “sorry, it probably seems colder than it actually is,”

after you finished cleaning him up, he threw on some pajama pants and cuddled up next to you. he was always the little spoon, and that day was no different. he grabbed your face gently so he could look at you, “i love you. so much.”

“i love you more, xavi.”

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[d34dxr0ses]

|| Everlasting Ink ||

TattooArtist!Boyfriend!Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader -- Summary: You've always been Xavier's muse, inspiring and motivating his work, but right now he wants nothing more than for you to be his canvas for his most recent design. Warnings: MDNI/18+/Tattoo artist Xavier AU/Aged Up characters/Spice/Xavier giving reader a sternum tattoo/Kissing/Pet names (Angel;Babe;My love)/Pinch of Possessive!Xavier A/N: This is the first fic I'll be posting here, so I hope you guys like it! (Also this was written at 1am so apologies for any mistakes)^^

It had been 15 minutes since Xavier started looking at you, still cleaning and sterilizing his tattoo gun, and he has yet to look away. You were reading a book you had picked up from the library before you met up with your boyfriend in his art shed, that was hidden in the woods on Nevermore's campus. Though you were deeply invested in your book, you couldn't shake the feeling of his gaze, so you glanced up to meet his adoring eyes.

"What?" You laughed out, inspecting his face. He looked like a kid who was scared to ask his mom for some candy, but his eyes were much wider (lost in thought, clearly), and his cheeks slightly more red.

"I uh.." He cleared his throat and looked down at the cloth and tool in his hands, that he had been thoroughly wiping every inch for the past several minutes; before continuing "My love, and you can absolutely say no, but well- I finished a design that I've been working on, and I was hoping to tattoo it on you?" He placed his tattoo gun on the desk before quickly rummaging through all his papers before finding his sketch book.

You stood up from where you sat and approached his chair, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind as you stared at the drawing he flipped open too. You already knew you would probably have let him the moment he asked in such a sweet tone, but you were stunned by the piece. It was a fairly larger sternum tattoo, that would wrap around your chest and peak in between your boobs. The drawing had such intricate details, and little parts that made it appear that he had designed it just for you. Even the chest model he had drawn matched yours damn near perfectly.

"Xavier.. That's beautiful, I'd be honored to be you canvas." You said the last part in a fake, more proper sounding accent. His eyes lit up and his head snapped back so he was facing you. You could've swore that if he had a tail it would be wagging.

"Wait seriously? Like now? Can we do it now?" You could only imagine how long a piece like this would take, and it was already pretty late, but you had enough caffeinated drinks that you really didn't care, with the look he had stuck on his face you'd probably let him cover every inch of your body in his drawings, hiding your skin away in the ink.

--

That's where you sat now. Lying on your back, topless and staring at the drawing of your tattoo in his book. Your page. Sure, he had a lot of drawings of you, but this was different. It wasn't your face, your body, your hair. No, this was you. This was something that clearly showed that he took a great look into who you really were. Each line told its own story; then you noticed it, scattered throughout it was letters, unnoticeable unless you were specifically looking for it, letters that spelt out his name. A grin climbed onto your face, as closed the book, setting it on the desk closest to you. You looked down at the boy with long brown hair, who's bangs had now been tied back.

"Your name huh? Claiming me now?" Blood now rushed back to his face. It was a part of the design he had completely forgotten about. A part that he sketched out while thinking about you with his name stained onto your body, showing that you were truly his, and his alone.

"I forgot about that, babe I promise I wouldn't try to tattoo my name on you without perm-" but you cut him off. He was almost frantic, which was cute, but always led to him rambling on nervously for at least 10 minutes.

"I like it, its not like its in bold, neon ink, keep it. Please?" You added the please with a small whine for good measure, to make sure he wouldn't feel bad about it. He just nodded and started prepping you for the stencil.

This was your first tattoo, so you weren't exactly prepared for the cold liquid to be sprayed on your body, but when it was you couldn't help but flinch, which made your usually gentle boyfriend, push down slightly on your chest.

"Angel, I know you've never had this done, but for this I'm gonna need you to stay perfectly still once I get the gun out." His voice was stern and dry, a huge change in pace from the timid boy from a moment ago, but not an unwelcome one. You found it quite attractive the way he could switch back and forth like that. You just nodded, and went back to admiring him at work.

-

It had been several hours since he started the tattoo, it was decently painful, but at the same time felt really nice. You had finally adjusted to the way he was doing it, when he suddenly lifted the tool and stood up, readjusting himself. You thought he was just stretching after sitting uninterrupted for so long, but instead he moved onto the table where yo were, positioning his knees on either side of your hips, squeezing you gently to keep you in place. How flustered you were must've been clearly shown on your face because, still keeping the machine away from you, he leaned down and kissed you, you could feel his smirk in the kiss. He was loving this. You'd been watching him the entire time, not his work, but his face and body movement, and he knew it. He himself had a hard time keeping his eyes on his art. Your breasts were completely exposed to him, and he loved knowing that he was the only one allowed to see you like this.

He finally broke the kiss, giving you a moment to fix your breathing, and stop moving before returning to the tattoo.

-

It was nearing sunrise when the tattoo was done and yet you both still felt wide awake. He hadn't moved from his spot straddling your waist since he got there, ,but he did have to pin down your shoulder every so often when it tried to move on it's own. He was surprised that you didn't ask him to stop for a break at all. You were in a trance like state watching his every movement, but at the very least it kept you still. He brought his phone out and took a photo of "the tattoo" He told you, but you knew exactly why he was so precise with his angles.

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