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[fluffshisuga]

Arcade Games (M.F)

Decided I needed a little fluff with Megumi in an arcade, so made it.

This has been on my mind for like ages, and I need it done. Also, the dragon I imagined while writing this is the Zhongli dragon plush from Genshin impact that I've owned for like 2-3 years, when he's all sleepy :)its 2203 words of just my love for Megumi, honestly.

     How annoying, walking around while there are kids yelling and screaming, and for no reason at all. Screaming isn't going to make the machine give you the Pokémon plush. And yet, it didn't seem to bother anyone, Kugisaki was practically yelling with Itadori as well, practically punching the glass as the small box dropped back into the machine. "Oh, come on! It was right there!" Kugisaki yelled, fuming. Megumi shook his head in annoyance, she was making a scene, and shaking Itadori. "Do you think he's too old to experience Shaking Baby Syndrome?" A voice said beside him. Megumi jumped, before turning his head to you, a bright smile on your face. "He acts like a baby...so anything is possible." He said in a dull tone, shaking his head in the direction of their friends. You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "True. Should we prevent that?" You asked, a slightly concerned look on your face as you watched Kugisaki practically abuse Itadori each time she didn't win a prize. Megumi shrugged his shoulders, a sigh leaving his lips. "Too much effort." You chuckled again, turning your gaze to a machine nearby, a cute dragon plush on display inside. "Oh! Look at that one!" You said happily, moving over to the machine with a beaming smile. Megumi sighed, following behind you.

     "You know these machines are rigged, right?" He grumbled, looking through the glass at the prizes that littered the bottom. Some were stuffed tightly with others, ensuring that they couldn't be grabbed without wasting a few dozen coins in the process, while others were just to the side where the claw could not reach. You huffed and shook your head, slotting a few coins into the machine. "Even so, it's the experience, right?" You shrugged, causing Megumi to sigh. He watched intensely as you tried to position the claw above the dragon, your tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. Megumi smiled softly, finding it just slightly cute. As you dropped the claw down, your eyes widened in excitement as it gripped the plush, pulling it up slowly. "Look!" you said excitedly, grabbing onto his arm for a moment. Megumi let out an amused huff as he watched, his small smile dropping as the dragon fell from the claw a distance away from the drop box. "Oh...let me try again." You said with a smile, determined to get this dragon. Megumi shook his head, looking around for a moment to keep an eye on your other friends. His attention returned to you when a sad sigh left your lips, your head hung in defeat. "All about the experience, huh?" He mumbled, watching you. You shook your head, putting on another smile as you looked around. "There's always another claw machine."

     Megumi trailed behind the three of you, a small smile on his lips as he watched you and Kugisaki rush to the arcade games. "How many tickets can we get today?" Kugisaki said with a smile, slotting a few coins into the skee ball machine. You shrugged as you grabbed one of the balls, a smile on your face. "No clue, but I want enough tickets for a big stuffed animal!" Itadori stood next to Megumi, looking around at the claw machines again. "Hey, these machines are really hard, huh?" He sighed, looking at a little tiger plush in the machine next to them. Megumi shrugged; "Like I told y/n, these machines are rigged." Itadori frowned, adding some coins to the machine. "Yeah, but surely you can win something, right?" He moved the claw over the tiger, concentrating as he moved it to the tiger. Megumi watched with an amused grin, waiting for his immediate fail. However, his eyes widened slightly as the claw grasped firmly around the tiger, lifting it up gracefully before moving quickly to the drop box, dropping the plush. "Look at that! You can win!" Itadori said triumphantly, holding up the tiger. Megumi shook his head with a scowl, turning his attention away. "It's just luck." "Isn't that what the game is all about?" "Shut up."

     With Itadori's success, Megumi kept his eye on claw machines, trying to see which prize was easy to win. He glanced over at you once again, a small smile on his face as you hopped around different arcade games, a large sum of tickets already in your hand. He walked over to you and tapped your shoulder, leaning close to your ear so you could hear him. "I'm going to look at some things, don't get lost." You jumped slightly from the proximity, before you turned to him with a smile. "Okay! Don't get lost yourself." He chuckled, shaking his head. If anything, he could probably find you at the ticket exchange booth, if he couldn't find you anywhere else. With a final nod, he moved away from the three of you, sliding past other players and children as he made his way to a claw machine; the first one he saw you play. The dragon was still there, laying on its side from your previous attempts to adopt it into your arsenal, and Megumi smiled faintly to himself as he pulled out some coins. He wasn't any good with these machines, so his hopes weren't too high when it came to grabbing this little plush, but he was determined. And if not, summoning a bunny to grab it without anyone knowing will be fine, too. He added a few coins into the machine, eying up the plush as he tapped the joystick, inching the claw with small jolts. He grumbled to himself, watching the claw sway, taking time off for him to actually play. "Come on..." He mumbled, tapping the joystick again. A small sound left the machine as the claw dropped; he was out of time. He watched with a frown as one of the prongs grazed the tail of the dragon, pushing a few fake gems as it hit the bottom of the box, pulling nothing up. "Damn..." He whispered to himself, glaring through the glass. He added more coins into the machine, moving around to see if he could maneuver the claw above the dragon, like when you measure stuff in a cylinder. 

     It worked too...slightly. He knew the claw was above it now, but he didn't know if it was too behind the plush, or too forward. Why was this so hard? Megumi sighed, deciding that he was close enough, and dropped the claw. He watched inventively as it dropped slowly, wrapping its prongs around the middle of the dragon. With a smile, Megumi thought about the success, and how you would beam when he presented it to you, how your eyes would light up when they met the closed eyes of the dragon, wrapping it around your shoulders and walking around with it proudly... thump! Megumi was pulled out of his thoughts as he looked toward the sound, seeing the dragon hit the side of the Dropbox and falling back among the prizes. His eyes widened as he bit his lip in anger, seething and yet calming himself down so he didn't act like the many children around him. What a dumb excuse for a fit... He sighed, pressing his forehead against the glass, eyeing the dragon with narrow eyes. "I'll get you...don't worry." He mumbled to himself.

     "Look! I got so many tickets!" Kugisaki yelled, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you. You chuckled, looking at your own collection. "I think we could get some good prizes with these, huh?" You said happily, looking around for the prize booth. "Not yet! We haven't tried this game yet!" Kugisaki yelled, pulling you over to a basketball game. Itadori followed, eyeing the setup with a grin. "Now this is something you can win with skill." He smiled, putting a few coins into the slot. "Hey, no fair! We were after that first!" Kugisaki yelled, slapping him in the shoulder. He yelped in response, holding a basketball up as a shield. "Ow- hey! Calm down, you can have my tickets!" He yelped, peaking at Kugisaki from behind the ball. She scoffed, crossing her arms. "I don't need your tickets, give them to y/n if you need to." She huffed, frowning. You shook your head, urging Itadori to play. "It's fine, besides, we can watch to find a good strategy." You shrugged, a small smile on your face. Kugisaki beamed, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. "That's right! See? You're so smart, y/n!" She yelled. You chuckled in response, shaking your head. "Go on, Yuuji."

     Megumi walked around the arcade with a grin on his lips, one that he hid behind a small collection of stuffed animals he had won. Without the help of any summons, mind you. He walked around, the dragon you initially wanted wrapped tightly between his fingers, along with a little plush keychain of the same dragon that he found a few machines away, with a little fox plush paired with a cutely knitted pumpkin. He had wanted to win the knitted wolf, to be honest, but the pumpkin was cute as well; and when he came back to the machine with more coins, he watched a kid win the wolf he was after, so there was no way to get it now. Unless he bribed the kid, of course. He moved around people carefully, looking around for you and the others. He began to worry slightly, not seeing you at any of the games, and he actually didn't know where the prize counter was...which he realized he should have learned about before heading off on his own. Luckily, he didn't have to worry much about finding you, when he heard Kugisaki shout in excitement off in the distance. He sighed to himself, chuckling as he followed the cheers and reaching the prize counter, watching as the poor worker had to run around grabbing everything she asked for. He spotted you next to her, a giant plush in your arms, one you must have purchased with all the tickets you won. Megumi deflated a little when he saw the bundle of white fluff in your arms, realizing that he could have just bought you a gift. What was it that you said? It's the experience that counts. He hated to admit, but he had a little bit of fun while hunting for these plushies for you, and the happiness he felt each time he won something. He walked up behind you, leaning to your ear again so you could hear him over Kunisaki's yells. "I'm back."

     You smiled as you recognized Megumi's voice, turning to him and beaming at him. In your arms was a giant, fluffy, white wolf, with closed eyes as if it was smiling. It was cute, and you seemed pleased to have it. Megumi smiled softly, looking at the wolf in your arms. "Got your arms full?" He asked, raising a brow. You chuckled, shaking your head. "Good, I hope you have enough hands to hold these, then." He smiled, presenting the prizes he won. Your eyes widened as you looked at the dragon, a large smile growing on your lips. "Really?" You gasped, looking at the bundle of gifts in his hands. Megumi nodded, smiling sheepishly as he avoided your gaze. "You wanted the dragon, so I got it." You handed the wolf to Itadori, smiling as you moved to Megumi and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Really?" You asked again, pressing you face into his shoulder. Megumi's eyes widened slightly as he felt his cheeks warm up, clearing his throat as he tried to play it cool, feeling your breath warm the skin on his neck. "Yes, really. You...seemed upset that you didn't get the dragon, I wanted to see if I could." You chuckled, removing your arms from around his neck as you looked at the collection in his arms. "You gathered a few, did you have fun?" Megumi nodded, his face pink as he avoided your gaze. He did have fun, both with the winning and the thought of you being happy to receive his hard-earned prizes. 

     "Oh! You know, I actually have something for you, too!" You smiled, taking the wolf back from Itadori. "I got this for you!" You beamed, holding up the wolf to Megumi. He felt his face heat up some more, looking at the prize you won for him. "...Are you sure..?" He frowned, looking closely at it. "You played a lot of games for the tickets...shouldn't you get yourself something?" You shook your head, smiling up at him. "I got it for you." A sigh left Megumi as he smiled warmly, exchanging the stuffed animals with you. He watched happily as you did just what he thought you would, wrapping the dragon around your shoulders and beaming brightly as you practically nuzzled its snout. He helped you attach the keychain to your bag, carefully attaching it to not break it. You put the other prizes into your bag, smiling up at Megumi. "We should do this again! When we have more money, of course." You chuckled, and Megumi nodded, smiling down at you. "And I want that squeaky hammer too! Come on, hurry up!"

#fluff #jujustu kaisen x you #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen fluff #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #jjk megumi #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff

[fluffshisuga]

Gift Wrapping (G.S)

the random urge to write jjk fanfiction on Christmas Eve as i horribly wrap Christmas presents (i have never been good at it) and in turn thought about Gojo. (Its been so long since I've written anything so if I'm rusty I am sorry </3 but maybe more soon?)

Gojo had never really tried when it came to wrapping Christmas gifts, it would just be ripped up anyway, right? Where Geto was gentle when it came to unwrapping gifts in hopes to not damage what was hidden under it, Gojo would watch in fear as Shoko would tear into the paper, debris flying everywhere with no care in the world. Gojo was the same way, of course, with no care for the paper around it., but he would never admit that.

But when you came into the picture, Gojo felt the need to make all the gifts he got you perfect, including the wrapping. He started by trying to wrap a regular box, hoping to keep the paper smooth and without any weird lumps. Geto watched in amusement, as Gojo got agitated when the corner didn't fold properly, or he was too rough with the tape and ripped the paper.

"Perhaps you should be... gentler?" Geto chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned back on the sofa. Gojo huffed in response, narrowing his eyes as he glanced over at Geto. "I'm trying here. But this paper is just too... flimsy." This earns a small chuckle from Geto as he shakes his head. There was discarded paper everywhere; past attempts at the perfect wrapping laying around the room, tiny Christmas trees adorning red and white backgrounds.

"Would you like me to show you an example, then?" Geto offered. His gift wrapping was rather exceptional, compared to his other peers, neat edges and clear tape, you could hardly tell that someone even wrapped a gift. This brought out another huff from Gojo, who hung his head as he lightly nodded. "Please." Geto dropped from the sofa and moved to sit next to Gojo, taking the box he was trying to wrap and crumbling up the now-ripped paper, tossing it behind him. "The key is keeping your paper even, from the length to the cut." He stated, pulling over the roll of paper and laying it flat onto the box. Gojo watched intently as he made sure each side of the box would be covered in just the right amount of paper, smirking as he lays his hand out for scissors.

"Why do you feel the need to learn how to wrap gifts now of all times?" Geto questioned, feeling the scissors dropped into his hand. A grumble sounded next to him as Gojo mumbled quietly under his breath. "Sorry?" More grumbles. "Satoru, I can't understand you when you mumble." Gojo lets out a long sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I want to make the wrapping look nice this time. Like I know what I'm doing." Geto raised a brow as he cut through the paper, his lip twitching slightly to fight a smile. "Why not just use a gift bag? Unless you've chosen some pretty big gifts." This earned a scoff from Gojo, who frowned as he continued to watch. "Because that's lazy! That's for little gifts like candy and jewelry, and those bags hold like five gifts max." He pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for a moment. "I want it to look perfect, because y/n deserves it."

This causes a small chuckle to leave Geto as he drops the scissors next to him, pushing the roll of paper to the side. "Is that what this is all about? And here I thought you were trying to make my gifts look nice, for once." Gojo groaned, a small "shut up" leaving him as he shakes his head in embarrassment. Geto continues to show Gojo his wrapping technique, folding the paper neatly at the corners before securing them with small pieces of tape. "You want to make a good impression, then?" He asks, biting his lip as he tries to coax the paper to fold without ripping. Gojo nods his head, a small smile on his lips now. "Yeah, I've already got the best gifts picked out, but my wrapping skills are.... horrible." "Oh, we know." This earns a small smack on the arm from Gojo, who crossed his arms again.

"There, see? Just like that." Geto smiles, looking down at the neatly wrapped box. Gojo bites his lip as he looks at it, nodding to himself as he goes through what Geto had shown him. "Yeah, I think I got it." Geto smiles as he rises from his spot on the ground, stretching slightly as he looks around the room. "That reminds me, I have gifts to wrap as well. I'll see you later then, Satoru." He nods in Gojo's direction, waving as he closes the door behind him. Gojo looks down at the box again, biting his lip as he looks over to the corner of the room, where a neat pile of gifts sat. "My turn..."

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Tongue poking past his lips, as well as a small string of curses leave Gojo as he tries to wrap the gifts himself. When it came to the boxed gifts, he was able to replicate what Geto had shown him to a degree, with a small Gojo flair to it, the odd crumbled corner or a weirdly placed piece of tape. But when it came to different shapes, he was stuck trying to make them as neat as possible. "How am I even supposed to...?" He mumbled to himself, looking down at a little plush that sat before him, its empty eyes practically taunting him to try and wrap it. He groans, opting to wrap the paper around it like a little bag, looking over at a reference photo on his phone. He wrapped the tape around the paper's edges, furrowing his brows as he began to rethink this choice of wrapping. Was the wrapping paper even good enough for you? Is it too much? What if you think he's stuck up if he gives you neatly wrapped gifts?

He shakes his head; it was too late to change the wrapping paper now. There were only two gifts left to wrap, a box full of different porcelain figures; cats, rabbits, a fish or two, he thought they were cute, and each time he passed them in the store he thought of you. He carefully wrapped them, being even more careful with them to not break them. "Should I put a fragile sign on them?" He muttered, tapping his chin. He shook his head a moment later, the belief that you would be gentle when he handed it to you on his mind. He sighed as he looked over at the last item, a little black box. Inside laid a silver chain, adorned with crystal-like lilies on small charms. He thought it was beautiful, and would look great against your skin, the thought of you wearing it every day making his heart flutter.

Such a small box didn't need as much wrapping paper, which was great for Gojo as he was running low. He carefully wrapped the small box, keeping the edges neat and making sure the tape didn't touch the box in any way. He smiled happily as he stretched his arms, a small yawn leaving his lips as he looked out the window for a moment. The stars outside were bright, even against the lights of the city. They were beautiful, just like you. They shined like your eyes did; how he hoped your eyes would shine when you opened the gifts he gave you. You would probably chuckle nervously as he walked over to you, his arms full as he smiled at you. You would probably even shake your head with a smile as he told you there was more in his car, as your eyes follow him as he sprints to grab the rest of them.

He finds himself smiling softly, looking back down to the pile of now-wrapped gifts. A small chuckle leaves him as he looks at his work, proud at his progress at wrapping. Perhaps you will compliment him on it when he sees you. What did you get him for Christmas? Did you even get any gifts for him? Perhaps not. Either way, seeing your smile and hearing your voice would be enough, and a small blush hits his cheeks when he thinks about how you might give him a tight hug as thanks, maybe even a kiss on the cheek.

#fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #geto suguru #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen fluff #jujustu kaisen x you

[fluffshisuga]

Even More Wednesday Characters as things my best friend and i have said because writing stories got hard

Enid: Steven scared the shit out of me and I accidently dumped parmesan cheese onto his face- Wednesday: i- Enid: He’s ok I think. He smells good tho *1 Hour later* Enid: Walked up to Steven and started patting his side and chanted Parmesan Parmesan Parmesan and he hit me. Wednesday: Cheese boy does not accept it Enid: He must accept his destiny. The prophecy has been told

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Wednesday, talking about pokemon: Let me kick your ass Enid: In a second let me put these cookies in the oven-

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Ajax: piss coloured dog Xavier: hate that dog

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Wednesday: Our dogs could have a playdate. Not the dead one Enid: I feel like my dog would cry if he went on a playdate with the dead one-

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Bianca: If I hear this bitch say “Wake up and break up” one more fucking time Divina: i Bianca: she wont be waking up. And her body will be broken up Yoko: yes

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Enid: So proud I was able to open this can of energy with these nails <3

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(Packing stuff from dorm) Wednesday: Just do the things fuck her Enid: The nice bones in my body won’t let me Wednesday: tell the nice bones to stop Enid: How do I do that- Wednesday: idk

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Xavier: Some of these pokemon would rather kill themselves than let me catch them Ajax: *Starts naming pokemon* Xavier: Can’t believe they don’t like me

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Ajax: my dad just said “the door is flapping” and i had to stop myself from going “and the cheeks are clapping” Xavier: oh my god

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Enid: I should have snorted that flour because I’ve been baking cookies ever since I woke up and im going crazy

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 Eugene: I almost fell in the snow bringing in groceries. And that’s what happens when a virginia encounters snow

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Wednesday: im still trying to figure out how I killed a girl and people were ok with it

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Xavier: Bitches love Xavier Thorpe. I do too

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Enid: steven just scratched my hand because I called him Parmesan boy again

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Eugene: my mom wont let me make a lorax joke

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Ajax: Youtube asked “how often do you do yoga, in reference to this video?” And the video im watching is “Thicc Santa Clapping Cheeks (coal in the hole)” By big juicy

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Ajax, getting a mountain dew with call of duty on it: got that Ghost piss

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Enid: Tried to eat some food and my braid got in the way and I ate hair instead

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Enid: On my third hot chocolate, they put espresso in it again. I ASKED FOR PEPPERMINT. NOT PEPPERMINT AND ESPRESSO. Don’t even have to taste it, you can smell it

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Xavier: I tried to make an origami dragon and I got so upset I made a bunch of butterflies instead

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A whole conversation that started with a video about people who drink milk, im defending myself Enid: WHY DO PEOPLE HATE STRAIGHT MILK LEAVE ME ALONE Wednesday: because its gross Enid: its delicious tf Wednesday: ew Enid: would you drink it if *video game woman* gave it to you Wednesday: that- i- in what way- Xavier joining in: listen. Schlatt has a new drink called Titty Milk. It’s the same thing Wednesday: im Enid: Like what if you just thought to yourself as you drink it Xavier: titty millk Wednesday: *the woman was too stunned to speak* Enid: im right and you know it Xavier: Milk is delicious Wednesday: Straight up white milk with nothing with it like cereal. No Xavier: love plain milk Wednesday: ew Enid: maybe you’re not drinking the right milk Wednesday: oh really Enid: yes Xavier: what colour cap is that shit Wednesday: idfk. And I doubt there’s milk at my house. Not that im even home Xavier: You don’t even know what milk you’re drinking Wednesday: yeah because I don’t drink it. It’s gross Enid: wrong Wednesday: Right Enid: ik I am Wednesday: stfu Xavier: rude

#wednesday #wednesday addams #netflix wednesday #wednesday imagine #wednesday 2022 #xavier thorpe #enid sinclair #incorrect wednesday quotes

[fluffshisuga]

More Wednesday Characters as thing my best friend and i have said

Wednesday: And of course i made it onto a list. Sadly it’s a good list and not a hit list, but a list nonetheless

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Enid: Cheesecake isn’t even cake. IT’S NOT FUCKING CAKE. WHY IS IT CALLED CHEESECAKE.

Ajax: How is it not cake. Ain’t it cake shaped?

Enid: BECAUSE IT’S A FUCKING PIE.

Ajax: exfuckingscuse le

Enid: IT’S A FUCKING PIE. ITS MADE LIKE A PIE. ITS IN A CONTAINER LIKE A PIE. IT’S A PIE. AND TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE ITS NOT EVEN TECHNICALLY A PIE. BECAUSE IT HAS NO TOP CRUST. IT’S A FUCKING TART. MY LIFE IS A FUCKIGN LIE.

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Eugene: My grandmother out of context “I have a grenade”

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Ajax: I saw the state abbreviation NV and my mind went “New Versey”

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Eugene: I was playing Among Us hide and seek. It’s fucking terrifying.

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Enid: Almost called a woman in this show Mommy in front of my parents

Xavier: Understandable. Who woman.

Enid: Emily from Criminal Minds <3

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Wednesday, about Enid: I woke up to a wet dog this morning

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Enid: Went to wawa for hot chocolate again. The woman gave me straight espresso.

Xavier: man I want a wawa

Enid: It was very gross. Almost cried. My mother made me go and get it fixed.

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Xavier: Team hot men. That’s all

Ajax: Let’s go wenclair

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Wednesday: OMW to commit crimes

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Enid, typing very badly thinking it was perfect English: Saw a weurs shine I can see what the skim looks liek. Verh Cool, All threw of them are convivted criminals.

Wednesday, understanding all of it: yes

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Xavier: who tf laced my Benadryl with Melatonin

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Ajax: I now have a child (There’s no context I have no idea why I said that)

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Enid, about shiny lechonk: it still looks dumb but it’s pink so its ok

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Wednesday: im getting on now to beat the shit out of people

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Ajax: me and the dog sitting in the kitchen at 330am eating chicken nuggets

#wednesday #wednesday addams #netflix wednesday #wednesday 2022 #xavier thorpe #enid sinclair

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🥺🥺 Happy Holidays!!! 💙💙💙

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Hola! Feliz Navidad! I guess this month wasn’t too difficult for me since I managed to make my final fic rec list for 2022. As always huge shoutout to all writers mentioned in all of my recs, please go check them out and give them lots of love <3 I’m hoping to get back to writing fics in the new year but in the meantime I know there are tons of amazing creators to check out and keep you occupied.

Also shameless plug but feel free to check out my fics here. I’m super proud of my recent one Guiding light and I’m planning on making a pt2 for it soon! Any reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated <3

Also little side note I’m thinking of starting a series called metal mondays where I educate and hopefully spread my love for metal to others. I know it’s not the genre for everyone but I wish people atleast tried to understand it rather than straight up labelled it as ‘satanic’ or ‘evil’. To me it is especially personal and with the recent glorification of ‘misfit’ characters ie Wednesday and Eddie I wish people understood what it actually means to the Alt/metal community and how the stigma affects us as well as how it’s a double standard. If that’s something you’d be interested in lmk! Even if only one person happens to read/learn/enjoy it, that means a lot. Anyways enough of me rambling and onto the last rec list of 2022 :))

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The pain of letting you go by @strangermarvelss

No other will do by @sanguineterrain

Eddie Munson’s 25 days of Christmas (a collection of seasonal drabbles!) by @fromasgardandback

Forever isn’t long enough by @skyfall8600

Denial (mini series!) by @caxde

Paparazzi by @tiannasfanfic

In another life by @farfromharry

Love comes walking in by @corroded-hellfire

Diced (ongoing series?) by @trashmouth-richie

Cruel summer (ongoing series!) by @bizaar

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Falling by @forever-rogue

Where you go I go to by @crappymixtape

A first for everything by @joellkeeny

12 Days of Christmas (a collection of seasonal fics for both Eddie and Steve!) by @familyvideostevie

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Sweet nothing by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

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His secret infatuation by @hellotherekenobi

I can’t wash your handprints off my soul (ongoing series!) by @holymultiplefandomsbatman

A fairytale beginning (ongoing series?) by @the-lady-amphitrite

Thrown (almost complete series!) by @maple-seed

12 days of christmas (seasonal series of Loki fics!) by @sarahscribbles

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the sun + the sand (ongoing series?) by @tee-swizzle

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The aftermath by @vxntagedior

Muse by @kermitkrqb

Show, not tell by @kaicubus

No.1 party anthem by @parkersmyth

You’re so pretty it hurts by @fluffshisuga

Getaway car by @1-800-olympians

Hard to get by @maybankswhore

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Cookies (Enid Sinclair)

My laptop restarted halfway through this and I lost all my work. Never trusting Word again. Anyway, a cute fluffy Enid fic fixes everything, right?

Warnings: None, very fluffy. I don’t think i mentioned the reader’s gender, the only proof reading i do is spell check- anyway. Mutual pinning, reader and Enid aren’t together but they act like a married couple and they 100% are in love because I said so. 2761 words of fluff and baking. The Bakery by Artic Monkeys was a must while I wrote this. Also i love Enid, she's my sweetheart, if anything happens to her its over for me

       You rummaged through the cabinets in search of ingredients. Enid had come to you begging you to make cookies with her. Eventually you agreed, only to be led to the kitchen and told that the two of you would be making them from scratch. You sighed as you began your search for ingredients, a recipe on your phone on the counter. You had no idea where anything was in one of the many kitchens in the dorm, nor if they had the ingredients you needed. Enid had run off to her room to grab a few things and was no help when it came to finding things. She eventually came back with a speaker and her phone. As she was setting up the speaker on the counter and choosing a playlist, you had reached your wits end searching for the flour. “Enid?” You shouted, turning towards her as the speaker began blaring music. She walked over to you, leaning close to hear you. “Can you turn down the music, please?” You yelled, and she turned it down a bit. “Thank you. Anyway, I can’t find the flour. Any idea where it would be hiding?” You asked, watching as she furrowed her brows. She stood in place and turned her head, eventually walking over to a cabinet opposite you. “Here it is!” She beamed, grabbing the bag of flour. You looked in disbelief, “how did you find it without even looking?” She shrugged as she placed it on the counter. “Smelled it behind the spice.” You didn’t press further.

      Before you started you washed your hands, reminding Enid to do the same. Then, you begin to combine the ingredients together. You watched as Enid tried to measure out the ingredients, adding extra on accident sometimes. When you had turned your back to grab milk from the fridge, Enid had found the opportunity to add extra sugar, trying to hide the fact that she may have added too much salt by accident. You had to pause the process every now and then for mini concerts, ones that you were dragged into by Enid grabbing your hand and using a spoon as a microphone. Somehow, you’re not quite sure how, but Enid had gotten herself covered in flour. You had to wipe some off her cheek when she just couldn’t get it herself, sighing as you went back to stirring the mixture. Enid had been left with flush cheeks, looking at the back of your head.

      You heard a small sneeze sound from behind you, turning to see Enid looking at you with wide eyes, partially wolfed out and covered in dough from her long nails to her sleeves. You sighed as you took her arm and helped her clean herself up, trying your best to clean her sleeves but opting to just send her back to her room to grab a short sleeve shirt instead. When she returned, it was time to let the dough rise a bit. You handed Enid some cling wrap and she placed the bowl in the fridge. Next, it was time to clean up the mess that had been made. You started on the counter as Enid had supposedly begun cleaning the dishes, but at odd times you would turn around and she would be standing there looking at something on her phone.

      “What are you two doing?” A cold voice sounded from the doorway, causing you to jerk your head around. Wednesday stood there, her cold gaze scanning the room. Enid jumped with joy and quickly made her way over, stretching her arms out for a hug. You watched in amusement as Wednesday held her at arm’s length, keeping herself clean and protected from Enid, who was covered in flour once again. “Wednesday! You should join us, we’re making cookies, you’ll love them!” Enid said happily, trying to pull Wednesday with her into the kitchen. “Absolutely not. It looks like a bomb went off in here, for all I know these cookies will be poisoned. And knowing you, not the good poison.” Wednesday started, glancing around at the messy counters and dishes. Enid huffed in response as she turned around, beginning to walk back to the sink. You watched as she stepped on an egg she had dropped earlier, slipping, and beginning to fall to the ground. You quickly moved from the counter you were wiping and grabbed her, sighing as you lifted her up and moving her to a safer place. Enid was left standing in shock and red cheeks as you began to casually clean up the mess on the floor, “Should have done this first. My fault, Enid.” You said as you cleaned.

      Wednesday gave Enid a final look, a slight smirk on her lips as she bid the two of you farewell. Once you had finished cleaning, you opened the fridge to check the dough. “It looks like it’s ready,” you said as you took it out. Enid grabbed a cookie sheet and parchment paper as you checked the recipe again, preheating the oven. “So!” Enid said happily, clapping her hands together. “What kind of cookie shapes should we make?” You furrowed your brows as you began to think, unsure. “I might have an idea, but we can do multiple different designs to make them unique if you want?” Enid nodded her head as she grabbed her phone, opening Pinterest to search up designs. You began grabbing dough and making different sized balls, a plan in mind.

      You had made three paw print cookies when Enid tapped on your shoulder. You turned as she shoved her hand in your face, showing you the way she molded the dough. It looked like a hand, like the hand turkeys you used to make as a child. It looked like she had traced her hand and then went from there, positioning the fingers in different ways. “Is that Thing?” You asked, tilting your head. Enid nodded happily as she placed it on the tray. “It is! I know he can’t actually eat cookies, but the idea kind of just showed up, you know?” You nodded in response, showing her your own cookie design in your hand. Enid’s face lit up as she saw the paw print cookie in your hand, little toe beans and everything were added. “Oh my gosh, y/n! These are SO cute!” She said happily, helping you place the cookies onto the sheet as well. With four cookies made, the two of you were left to search Pinterest together to find an idea. “What if we made one for Wednesday?” You asked, pointing to a gravestone shaped cookie you had found. Enid nodded as she tapped the image and grabbed some cookie dough. “Ok, but how do we do…that?” She asked as she tried to mold the dough. You shrugged and the two of you began to try different ways to make a gravestone.

      After about five minutes, although it felt longer, the two of you had managed to make a decent looking gravestone. With a bit more cookie dough left over, the two of you began to work again on what to make. You had gone for two little ghosts, finding cookie cutters in a drawer. Enid had quickly grabbed a cookie cutter herself, a small heart. She began to secretly make a few heart cookies as you made the ghosts. You wanted them to hold hands, so once you had gotten the shapes you placed them close together on the sheet, hoping that as they baked, they would end up touching. Enid volunteered to put them in the oven so you could check to see how long the timer needed to be set, secretly adding her little hearts around the sheet. She even placed a heart between the two ghosts. Once the cookies were in the oven, the two of you began to make the icing.

      You wanted to make pink icing for the paws, and you also needed a few other colours for the other cookies. Enid had gotten some food colouring and the two of you split the duties for colours. You realized that it might have been a mistake to let her do that on her own, as you looked over at her and found black icing on her nose. “What did you do, sniff it?” You asked as you took your sleeve and wiped it off her nose. Enid laughed lightly, “Maybe.” As you continued to make the icing, Enid had been checking her phone. You figured she was texting someone and had gone back to thinking about random things as you created pink in the icing. Enid was not, however, texting anyone. She had been grabbing her phone and sneaking photos of you whenever she saw you do something she deemed cute, which was basically everything you did in her eyes. She had quickly taken yet another picture, one where you had pink frosting on your cheek. She was never going to tell you and decided to wait for you to find out yourself.

      The oven had eventually gone off and the two of you began to search for oven mitts. You had managed to find one, and luckily it was enough to take the whole pan out. “We should have looked for everything before we began this.” You started, frantically looking for a stand to place the pan on so you wouldn’t burn the counter. Enid shook her head as she placed a random cutting board under the pan, “Where’s the fun in that?” You sighed in response, tossing the mitt aside. While waiting for the cookies to cool, the two of you sat on the floor together, looking at your phones. You began to scroll on random sites, stopping when you saw a headline about cheesecake. Enid was spooked when you randomly shouted and dropped your phone. “Enid!” You yelled, grabbing her shoulder. “I just had my whole life ruined.”

      Enid looked at you, sheer shock and confusion written all over her face. “How?” You begun to quickly explain, “I was just scrolling on Instagram. I saw a video where a guy was talking about how cheesecake wasn’t a cake and I was like, “oh, I guess that makes sense. It is more like a pie.” And I just wanted to see if cheesecake was considered pie or cake, and oh my god.” You continued rambling, eyes wide. “Guess what I found out.” Enid had a worried look still on her face, quickly responding with a “huh?” as you continued. “IT’S NEITHER. IT’S NOT A CAKE. AND IT’S NOT A PIE! IT’S A TART???” You shouted, extreme confusion on your face. Enid continued to stare at you in disbelief. She had no idea what a tart technically was, and she never even considered if cheesecake was even a cake or not. But she watched as you tried to figure out how it was a tart, and just melted at how randomly passionate you became over something so random. “So, if cheesecake is considered a tart, why does it have cake in its name?” She asked, standing up to check on the cookies. You shook your head as stood behind her. “I have no idea, but I want to know who’s in charge of cheesecake. There’s no way that they can get away with putting cake in the name, making it look like a pie, and then saying it’s actually a tart. I mean, what even is a tart?” You continued to ramble as you moved to Enid’s side, looking at the cookies. “Tart is just a fancy word for- oh wait that’s so cute!” You trailed off, looking at the cookies and how they turned out. Your eyes landed on the two ghost cookies, who were not holding a heart together. “Enid, look! They made a heart!”

      Enid smiled as she looked at how well the cookies came out. The Thing cookie kept its shape and so did the gravestone, the heart she had given to the ghosts melted with their hands and made a perfect little scene. The two of you began to remove the cookies from the sheet and placed them on a plate, gathering the icing. Enid began to use the black icing first, making the little stitches on Thing while you filled out the beans of the paw prints with pink. “Should I paint his nails?” Enid asked, drawing your attention to the cookie. It seemed a bit bare still, the little stiches added detail but other than that it was plain. You nodded, placing a spot of pink icing into the index finger. “What about pink and black?” Enid nodded and quickly stole some of your icing to fill out more of the spaces, taking her own icing and giving it black nails on three fingers. You went to grab the black icing from her to use on your own cookies, bumping into her hand as she went to grab a spoonful more. Icing splattered onto your hands and face, small spots appearing on Enid’s cheeks as well. Enid laughed at you as you tried to wipe away the mess, taking the opportunity to swipe some from your cheek and tasting it. “Well, it’s sweet enough!” She laughed as she continued to decorate. You huffed in disbelief, and you continued to wipe your face.

      The two of you worked on decorating Wednesday’s cookie together, adding little cracks of icing and a dead flower at the bottom. “Should we write something on the gravestone?” Enid asked, looking at the cookie. You shrugged, “Maybe just an RIP? I don’t want to make it her grave, but I don’t think we should write just a random name, you know?” Enid nodded as she wrote a small RIP on the cookie. Next, the two of you began to decorate the little ghosts, each of you adding a face to a ghost. Enid made her ghost with closed eyes with a smile and added some pink icing for blush, while your cookie looked like it was winking, pink icing added as well. Enid then began adding icing to the heart the ghosts were holding and decorating the little hearts that were left. “Look how cute they are,” She said as she held up the little ghost and their heart. “They look like us!” She beamed. Your cheeks flushed in response as you nodded, grabbing a sperate plate for them.

      Once you had all the cookies decorated and everything cleaned up, you took the plate up to Enid’s dorm. “Wednesday! Thing!” Enid shouted as she opened the door, you followed her closely and carefully, so you didn’t drop the cookies. Wednesday was at her typewriter, typing away. She didn’t turn her head to look at the two of you. “If you’ve showed up to offer me a cookie, I refuse.” Enid huffed in response as she walked over, spotting Thing. You walked up as well, handing the plate to Enid so she could pick up the Thing cookie to show him. He made little dancing motions with his fingers as he looked at the cookie, running to Wednesday to try to get her attention. Wednesday looked over, annoyed, and got up from her seat. “You made a cookie that looks like Thing. Congratulations. You know he can’t eat it, right?” She said, looking down at the cookie. Enid nodded, showing the painted nails to Thing. “Yeah, but about that. How is he even alive? He doesn’t have a mouth to eat?” You asked. Wednesday only shrugged as she made her way over to you to look at the cookies. “A gravestone, how haunting.” She spoke. “And little ghosts. Is that a heart?” Enid stood up and walked over, smiling. “Yep! The little ghosts are y/n and I, aren’t they adorable?” Wednesday looked at you, her eyebrow slightly quirked. “Sure. In a gross way.” Enid’s smile grew as she grabbed the gravestone cookie. “We made this one for you, you have to take it.” Wednesday looked at the cookie, debating her options. “Fine. But if it’s gross, I will be throwing it away.” The two of you nodded as you went over to Enid’s bed to enjoy the cookies you made together.

      Wednesday did not, in fact, throw the cookie away. She sat and took little bites while she typed, glancing over every now and then at her two friends. It was sickening how lovely they were to each other, yet never actually admitting that they liked each other. Yet another mystery she had to solve.

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Hello, I was wondering if you could do a Tyler Galpin x reader where the reader knows that he's a huge and completely fine, and like one day the reader is with someone and they touch them on the shoulder or start an argument with themas the hyde sees them as a threat???

Hello! I made while taking a break from the other Tyler fic, which is giving me a bit of a hard time, but its getting there. Anyway, thank you for the request! I hope you like it, its not my best work but my brain stopped working for some reason and I’m out of cookies. Also, I have two Xavier fics in the works, not sure when those will be out. Love you guys.

Warnings: Tyler lowkey beats up a man, mentions of death because this is Tyler, nothing else really. Gonna call this one “Protective” probably. I didn’t come up with a name until just now-

The lights outside grew dim as the sun set, its golden glow soon replaced by streetlamps and the odd car driving past. You looked down at your drink, made to your liking by memory. Tyler had managed to always have a cup of your favourite drink ready for whenever you showed up, always warm to combat the cold night air. You sighed as you looked over at the clock, 20 minutes until the coffee shop would close, and a few minutes later Tyler would get off work. You looked over at the counter and watched as Tyler cleaned up the area. Normally, people didn’t come in this late for coffee, and most of the chores for the shop were finished. You stirred your drink, taking a sip as you continued to look outside.

A man walks in, his heavy footsteps alerting you of his presence. Your eyes followed him as he made his way up to the counter, a slightly annoyed Tyler ready to take his order. You tuned out the man as he gave his order, returning your gaze outside. Once again, you were interrupted. The man sat in booth with you, taking his seat on the other side of the table. You cursed yourself and glanced up at him. He gave a friendly smile and asked how your day was. He asked simple questions, what was your name, did you come to the coffee shop so late at night often, where did you go to school. It was all very boring, and you glanced over at the clock, 10 minutes. Tyler was busy cleaning, but he would glance over at you every few minutes to make sure you were ok.

You really didn’t want to make a scene with the man, nor upset him. Knowing Tyler, he never really had control over himself, and any danger placed on you would immediately alert him, so you kept up a polite façade and answered the man’s questions. Until you felt his foot tap your calf. At first you thought it was an accident, sometimes you would accidentally tap someone with your foot as well, it was one of the ways you met Tyler when he sat with you and some of the friends you two shared. But the man kept tapping you, and he eventually tapped your hand with a finger. “Look, uh, sorry. I was actually here waiting for someone, so if you would excuse me,” you stated, getting up and grabbing your drink. You moved to a table closer to the counter, glancing around for Tyler. He was nowhere in sight.

The man followed you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. Your body became stiff, your instincts kicking in as you spun and slapped him in the face. “Get away from me!” You shouted, moving away from the man. He continued to advance on you, but you were able to distract him for a moment by throwing your drink into his face, burning him. He turned to look for you, coming face to face with Tyler, who grabbed him by the collar. You watched as he threw the man across the room with ease, making his way over to him and beginning to punch him in the face several times. You could only watch, unable to do anything to stop Tyler. Eventually he stopped and dragged the man out of the shop and returning a few minutes later.

When he walked back in, you were trying to clean up the mess you had made, apologizing to him as he knelt beside you to help. “I didn’t think he would get that annoying, now I made a mess of the floor and now we’re going to be late to the movie.” You said, hurrying to grab a mop to clean up the small blood mess left from the beat down. Tyler sighed and helped clean the place up, “Weird way to say thank you, but I love you too?” You chuckled as you slapped his shoulder, “Thank you. But I could have handled it. Anyway,” you paused, looking outside. “What did you do with him?” Tyler shook his head, “don’t worry about it. Not gonna bother you anymore.” With that, the two of you cleaned as quickly as you could, running out of the shop and making your way to his house quickly to get a change of clothes, and heading off to the movies.

The next day, the news had given a report of a dead body found on the outskirts of the woods. They reported that he was mauled by what appeared to be a bear, and that there was no evidence of foul play. You looked over to Tyler, who had kept a straight face as he handed you your drink. You flipped your phone around to show him, eyebrow raised to ask the silent question. “Really, again?”

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Baby I’m Yours (Xavier Thorpe)

Part two to “You’re so Pretty it Hurts”!! I’m so glad you guys enjoyed this, and I thank you all for your kind words!

Warnings” Mentions of blood, death, angst. Becomes fluffy, this is a happy end to a sad tale. 1849 words.

Find Part 1 here 

      The grass that surrounded you was damp with dew, the normally clear drops tainted with your blood. You could feel yourself fading, slowly, painfully. Your throat felt dry even after it was coated with blood. You could still hear the birds above you chirping as they communicated to each other; how you wished you could understand them at this moment. You could barely see as you looked up at the sky, your eyes sliding over to look at the rose you had pulled out from inside you. Its thorns were sharper than a surgical knife and you knew that the damage it caused would be the thing to end you, yet you still pulled.

      A faint yell. It almost sounded like Enid, but you weren’t sure. You could feel someone running towards you as their feet hit the ground, and suddenly a high-pitched yelling filled your ears. “WEDNESDAY! XAVIER!” More footsteps followed, and three blurry figures appeared above you. You recognized these people, but you couldn’t quite remember their names, but they knew you, and you knew they were panicking.

       “Y/N! Oh my god, Enid! Run as fast as you can, go get the nurse, the principle, SOMEONE!” Xavier yelled as he dropped to his knees, moving your hair from your face, and trying to get a reaction from you. He felt for a pulse; it was weak and fading as you laid there. “Y/n, you’re okay, just keep your eyes open.” He said, repeating the “you’re okay” part, maybe to reassure himself more than you. Wednesday stood behind him, motionless. She was never concerned with death, yet seeing someone that she considered a friend, a close friend, in fact, lay there in their own blood, she was rooted to the ground. You tried to speak, to say sorry to Xavier, but you could only choke as your lungs continued to fill with blood. Xavier quickly lifted you by the shoulders and sat you up, rubbing your back as you continued to spit blood up. He wiped your chin of the blood, hushing you as you tried to speak and holding you close. He didn’t care that his hands were now red, nor did he care about his uniform. All he cared about was getting you help.

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      Wednesday had been here before, standing in a white room listening to the rhythm beeping of a monitor. Students came and went with little gifts and flowers. Enid had busied herself with arranging the gifts and decorating the room, certain gifts like plush animals on the foot of the bed, flowers in the windowsill and counter, balloons in a corner, cards on the bedside table for easy viewing when you woke up. Enid always said that “when y/n wakes up, they’ll want to read the cards. We might not be here when they do!” She refused to say anything else, holding onto the hope that you would wake up, she never used “if”. Xavier stayed with you as well, drawing the flowers that came in so you could see them when you woke up just in case they died before you could see them. Wednesday was the only one that was practical, she didn’t want to admit it, but she wanted to believe that you would wake up. She knew, however, that the grieving process would be longer if she refused to accept it. The doctor had told them that the chances of surviving were next to none, you had lost too much blood and your lungs had been damaged from nearly drowning on it. They said that it was only up to you if you wanted to recover, you were the one that had to pull yourself out of the dirt.

      “I’m sorry, but at this point they’re gone. All we can do is sedate them, so they aren’t in pain anymore.” A nurse said, adding sedatives to your drip. The three were there as she said it, Enid bursting into tears as soon as the word sorry left the nurse’s lips. Wednesday had to escort her out of the room, being as helpful as she could for her sobbing companion. Xavier watched as the nurse made sure your pillow was still under your head and that your throat was at least not bleeding, placing a hand on his shoulder as she left. Xavier wanted to leave, to erase the memory of seeing you like this, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he left you to be alone in your final moments.

      He held your hand as he sat in a pulled-up chair. He could only watch your chest move lightly as you breathed, afraid that you’d break at any moment. He felt his eyes water as he watched, thinking about the events that led to this moment. “Y/n, I’m sorry. For everything. I know that this is my fault, even if no one else will say it.” Tears had threatened to fall as he continued, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner, or even thought that this whole flower thing was just a normal thing. If I had known that you were sick, I would have told you sooner.” His head fell to the bed, his lips grazing your knuckles as he broke down.

      He cried. He couldn’t remember the last time he cried like this, but the tears wouldn’t stop. It was as if he had no control anymore, his shoulders shook as he sobbed into your bed, his grasp on your hand firm to never let you go. He cried for your smile, heaved when he remembered your laugh. Your hand had become damp from his tears, burning his skin as they fell and leaving salty streaks behind. There was so much he wanted to tell you, and he didn’t know how much time he had left. With tears still falling, he slowly lifted his head up, trying his hardest to take deep breaths. “I’m sorry. I should have told you how much you mattered. How your smile made me smile, and how your laugh was contagious. How your eyes shined when you talked about how interesting something was, it was like looking into the most beautiful painting. I’m such an idiot for never saying anything.” He looked at the flowers in the window. Daisies. He took his wallet out and grabbed the small daisy you had given him, pressed, and preserved. You made that flower and had given it to him, saying that you made it together. It was something you both shared.

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      A cough. It scared him at first, causing him to jump. He thought it came from the hall busy with people and patients, but another cough came and went, it was close. His hand started to move as he looked up, watching you strain your eyes as you opened them. He felt as if time had slowed down as you slowly sat up as you continued to cough. Quickly, he snapped out of his trance and sat up to help you, rubbing your back, whispers of “you’re okay” leaving his lips. Again, he didn’t know if he was telling you this, or if he was telling himself, holding you as you breathed. You tried to clear your throat, hitting your chest. “Oh!” you said quietly, a small Pink Camellia leaving your lips. It was clean.

      “Xavier? I can’t breathe.” You said, his crushing hug constricted you and stopped you from getting comfortable. “Sorry,” he said, letting you go and looking at your face. The colour had returned and made you look alive, as if he was dreaming. You raised your hand and wiped some tears away, a soft smile on your lips. Xavier felt a smile of his own tug at his lips, and he pulled you in for another hug. As bone crushing as it was, you felt content in his arms, his hair brushing against your face and tickling your nose. “Are you ok? You were basically dead!” Xavier breathed, grabbing your face in his hands, and inspecting it. You nodded, feeling as if nothing had happened. “I feel fine, like I didn’t have a bunch of flowers growing inside me.” Xavier shook his head as he rested his forehead against your own. “If you had said something, at least told someone that the flowers weren’t normal,” he started, about to lecture you. You shushed him, “Ok, mom.”

      Xavier rolled his eyes and furrowed his brow. “Sorry. It’s just that you scared us. When we found you, I thought you were already dead.” Your expression softened as you rested your hands onto his, still cradling your face. “I’m sorry too. I just didn’t know what to do.” Xavier pressed a kiss to your temple, a saft smile making its way onto his lips. “Could have said you had a crush on me.” You let out a small laugh, lightly smacking his shoulder. “Could have said it first, you know.” It was Xavier’s turn to laugh, leaning closer to you slowly. You closed the gap, a soft kiss exchanged between the two of you.

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      Xavier eventually called for Enid and Wednesday, the two girls slowly entering the room, afraid to see your lifeless form. Instead, they were met with you, upright and smiling at them. Enid has screamed, running over and practically leaping into your bed, tears flowing as she hugged you tightly, rambling about how mad she was at you for not telling anyone that something was wrong, mixed with words of her being glad you were ok. Wednesday stood at the door, her dull eyes wide as she took in your smiling face. Slowly she made her way over, standing by your bed. You looked over to her, opening your arms wider and inviting her into the hug. It was a nice gesture, knowing that she wasn’t the person to hug, you still gave her the opportunity. She took it. She wrapped her arms around you and hugged you, unspoken words exchanged between the two of you. You were ok. You were alive. Xavier had you, and you had him. You had Enid and Wednesday.

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      “Y/n!” A voice shouted behind you, causing you to turn around. Enid came trotting up to you, an envelope in her hands. You tilted your head with a puzzled expression. “What do you have there?” You asked. Enid only smiled and pressed it into your hands, running away and joining Ajax at a table. You shook your head and opened the envelope, pulling out the contents. A small drawing of a rose, beautifully detailed, caught your eye. You smiled as you read the words under it. “A beautiful flower sleeps, whilst watching the dawn.” You pulled another sheet of paper out, unfolding it and reading its contents.

      “My dearest flower, as the soul reverberates into the future in a blood red minute, I transcend your heart. I gaze upon your golden lips, for we are bound together, I share with you, we melt into one kiss. A lump in the throat, like a foggy shooting star, I could wait an eternity for your kiss. X.T.”

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[fluffshisuga]

Wednesday Masterlist

Xavier Thorpe

A Festive Outing

Exams

You’re so Pretty it Hurts pt1

You’re so Pretty it Hurts pt2

Tyler Galpin

Protective

Enid Sinclair

Cookies

[fluffshisuga]

You’re so Pretty it Hurts (Xavier Thorpe)

You see this? 💙 Yeah this thing? That’s your heart. It’s mine now, and I’m gonna beat it up real bad.

Welcome to the dark side kids, my specialty is Angst. You had two fluffy Xavier fics and now it’s time to take the sweets away.

Part 1 ~~ Part 2

Warnings: Mentions of blood, maybe implied death if you interpret it that way, throwing up, but its not bodily fluids. No mention of reader’s gender, very angsty. Like 2 minutes of fluff and that’s just sad fluff. If you want, I can make two endings because I left it open. I didn't just choose random flowers, either. They have meaning. Anyway, at 2812 words, Hanahki.

This will be the last you hear from me, to forever falter, blood red rose,                           why did It come to this?

      It was common knowledge that Xavier Thorpe, the loner artist, had a thing for Wednesday Addams, who had a love for all things dark and depressing. Bianca had told her friends about how he asked her to use her siren song on him, begging to forget about Wednesday, but she refused. To think that the guy that broke up with her after accusing her of manipulating him was asking her to do just that, who would want to stay by his side? Wednesday continued to reject his feelings, and now he wasn’t the only one hurting from rejection.

      Mrs. Thornhill had wrapped up the class for the day, ending with a homework assignment due the following day. It was a simple task that you would get done quickly, gathering your items up. A flower perched on your head, swaying as you moved. At first the flowers were annoying, but with your connection to nature, you learned to understand their meanings and why they would appear around you. It was never a big problem, until you brushed hands with Xavier Thorpe.

      Small daisies sprung from the cracks of the stone you stood on, flush and bright. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there, Y/N.” He said, looking down at you and the flowers. You shook your head in response, holding your hand as another daisy sprung in your palm. “That’s ok, you just spooked me is all!” You exclaimed, plucking the flower. “Uh, here, since you helped it grow?” You said, handing the daisy to Xavier. He took it with a smile, placing it in his pocket. You were about to say something more when a dark figure passed by you, dark eyes meeting your own for a moment. “Wednesday, hey.” Xavier said, turning away from you. Your gaze fell to the ground, the flowers beneath you fading into dust from rapid decomposition. You cleared your throat as it got tight, excusing yourself from the pair and leaving.

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      You sat in your room, empty of any other presence but the flora that grew through the wood. You tried to do your homework, one that should have been as easy as tying your shoe, yet your mind had continued to wander. The smile that Xavier gave you when you handed him the daisy was sweet, genuine even. It was little interactions between the two of you that made random little flowers grow around you, the only thing you couldn’t control. It was like the human function of blushing, something that you couldn’t really stop and just happened if you got flustered. He reminded you of a Lotus Flower, one that typically appeared when you thought of him. And there it was, wrapped around your hand and pencil, its gentle petals tickle your fingers.

      Your throat felt tight again, a burning sensation growing in your chest. It had been growing for quite some time, at first it was a small cough, now it felt as if you had gotten strep. You tried clearing your throat, coughing a bit to see if whatever was lodged in your throat would be released. Your eyes widened as it did, and a warm liquid met your tongue. You spat out the substance, red speckles landing on your paper. A single petal, red and small, laid in your hand. Small drops of blood laid on its surface, shining in the light of the lamp by your side. Panic rose and your heart picked up pace. You had never coughed up one of your plants before. You placed it on a napkin, hoping to study it once your head got clear, returning to your work. It would be hard to explain the red spots on the paper, but it was something you could cover up with the idea of a paper cut.

      As the days passed by, more petals got stuck in your throat. You were able to figure out what kind of flower it was, red carnation. A beautiful flower, with a beautiful red shade. It didn’t happen often, luckily, but it was only a matter of time. Your pockets had become filled with red petals, ones you’d cough up and quickly discard to avoid detection. It was never going to be a problem, you hoped.

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      You continued to hang out with Enid and Wednesday, never mentioning the little flowers that now grew inside you. You’d walk with them everywhere, growing little flowers at Enid’s request, the odd black rose for Wednesday. It was a habit that you enjoyed. Xavier would appear sometimes, striking up conversation. This made your coughing fits happen more, but you still had no idea why. But when Xavier appeared behind you with a handful of red petals, claiming that you were leading a trail, you begun to understand. He held them softly in his hands, slight concern in his eyes. There he was, a beautiful flower, the prettiest one you’ve ever seen. And yet, when Wednesday appeared next to you, grabbing your arm, and leading you away, your chest tightened again, the feeling of warm petals getting stuck in your throat growing. You hiccup, a few petals leaving your lips. Enid, who had been walking towards you, jumped and ran over, looking at the petals. “I didn’t know you could do that, Y/N! That’s SO cool!” She said happily, a big smile on her lips. You nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool I guess.”

      In class, you hiccupped frequently. At first you were scared that people would think that you were sick, but they all agreed that it was cool, if not entirely normal, for someone with such a connection to flora to be able to hiccup a flower. You saw it as the perfect cover, a small blessing for such a curse. Even Xavier would smile as the flowers, now coming out as more than just petals, left your lips and spilled onto the table before you. You would smile, quickly wipe your lips, and brush the flowers away. Wednesday sat beside you, watching in curiosity as you coughed up plants. It wasn’t something she had ever heard of, yet it seemed so normal to you and the students around you. Yet, as she looked closer, she could see your lips as they became red, watching as you seemingly whipped the colour away. At first, she figured it was lipstick, but when she thought back to all the times she looked at your face, she saw only plain lips, a little pale compared to your complexion, but never red or tinted. That’s when she began to look closer at the petals you left behind, some were a darker red than others, and they shined. Flowers only had a shine to them if they were wet, and normally the shine wasn’t dark or red.

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      You sat in your room, a bucket by your side. It was getting harder to get up and go to class now when you were stuck hurling up flowers. The bucket was almost full, yet it was only 10am, little white flowers stained with blood filling it. They were harder to hide, a white hyacinth was a plant with multiple little flowers attached, and red was a bright contrast on them. You couldn’t even go near Xavier anymore, seeing him would cause an episode, and if anyone saw the little white flowers covered in blood, they would no longer believe it was normal. Eventually, you stopped going to class, sending notes to all your teachers stating that you were sick. Enid had messaged you a lot, asking where you were and if you were ok. She even showed up at your door once, banging on it until you opened it. Wednesday stood next to her, her cold dead eyes seemingly going right through you. “You’re not showing up to class, are you ok?” Enid asked, her worried tone was high in anxiety, you could feel it. You could only nod, “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Just not feeling well. I’ll be back on my feet soon.” You were able to steer them away, closing the door and walking back to your bed.

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      Xavier had begun to worry too. He had gotten used to the random flowers and plants showing up whenever you were happy or flustered. He found it cute and loved to see your smile as you brushed them away. Your absence seemed to affect the plants as well, the vibrant green grass had become somewhat dull, and the leaves of trees had faded in colour. It was as if your presence had boosted the plants around you, and now the world seemed dull. He had asked Enid for your number, hoping to talk to you and see if there was anything he could do to help you. You responded once, “Hey Xavier! I’m ok, thank you for checking in on me! I hope to be back soon, I’ll see you soon!” After that, you never texted back. Your heart broke at the idea that Xavier was checking up on you, yet it hurt even more thinking about his feelings for Wednesday.

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      The dark-haired girl had become suspicious. After Rowan, any student that disappeared, in her eyes, was missing. So, she sent Thing to your room. His job was to figure out what was wrong and sneaking into your room was the only way to find out. He snuck in through the window, left it open to keep you cool as your body had started heating up from your new sickness. He made his way over to your sleeping form, your face peaceful as white flowers littered your bed and around your head, the sheets stained red. It was a start in understanding what was going on, and the bucket next to the head of your bed held even more proof that something was wrong. He grabbed a handful and made his way back to Wednesday and Enid. He drops the small amount onto the floor, signing in urgency what he saw. Wednesday took a closer look at the bloody flowers, remembering how your lips had been the came colour red. “There were flowers around her head?” She asked, and Thing gave her a thumbs up. “They’re covered in blood. I don’t think it’s normal to cough up bloody flowers, even for someone with Y/N’s ability.” Enid furrowed her brows as she looked down at the petals. Her mind raced as she tried to find an explanation, anything that would make sense.

      “Wait!” She yelled, grabbing her phone. “I once read something like this. When someone throws up flowers. It’s…. uh…. what is it called?” She rambled, furiously typing on her phone. “Hanahki!” She yelled once again. “It’s called Hanahki Disease! I think it’s where someone has one-sided feelings, it makes them cough up flowers!” Wednesday shook her head, never hearing about such a sickness. “I’ve never heard of it, are you sure?” Enid nodded furiously, grabbing Wednesday, and running out of the dorm. “Where are we going?” Wednesday said, trying to pry Enid’s hand off her wrist. “Mrs. Thornhill! She knows all about plants, maybe she knows about this too.”

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       There they stood, knocking on the Dorm Mother’s door. When she opened the door and saw Enid’s worried face, and what could only be described as worry on Wednesday’s as well, she brought them inside. “What are you girls doing up at this hour?” She asked, running a hand through her hair. Enid talked fast, questioning the logistics of Hanahki. “Hanahki? It’s supposed to be a myth.” Mrs. Thornhill stated, grabbing a book from her table. “Yeah, well, we want to know more about it?” Enid said, a forced smile on her lips. Mrs. Thornhill sighed and sat down, motioning for the girls to do the same. “Ok, so what do you want to know?” Wednesday spoke first, “is there a cure?” Mrs. Thornhill furrowed her brows, trying to remember. “I believe there were two ways to cure such a sickness if it was real. The main one was for the victim to have their feelings reciprocated, meaning the one they loved felt the same.”

      “And the other way? If you don’t know who those feelings are for?” Enid asked. Another sigh left Mrs. Thornhill, rubbing her eyes. “There’s a special surgery. If you take out the roots of the flowers from the lung and heart, they’ll be cured.” Enid clasped her hands together, “perfect!” She went to get up, only to be stopped by Thornhill. “However, it is said that if you get rid of the root, you get rid of the feelings as well. It may wipe the memory of that person and can stop them from loving another person again.” Enid dropped; her smile now gone. “And what happens if the feelings aren’t reciprocated, or they don’t get the surgery?” Wednesday asked. “They die.”

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       There was no way to know for sure who you liked, in the two girls’ eyes. They could only guess, sitting at a table pointing out people that may hold your affection. None of them clicked. You had never talked about any crush that you had, and never even made any mention of liking anyone in that way. “Who could it be!?” Enid yelled, slamming her fists onto the table. Students in the library look over at the two, the once peaceful building now interrupted. “Who could what be?” A voice behind Enid said, causing her to jump. “Xavier!” She yelped, holding her heart. At that moment, Wednesday had a thought. She thought back to all the times that you had acted strangely, blooming flowers at random moments, any moment that you had gotten flustered. There was one person in each scene.

      “Xavier, do you have feelings for y/n?” Wednesday asked, looking up at Xavier. Enid’s eyes widened as she thought about the situation, remembering Xavier being near you as your flower fits happened. Xavier stuttered; brows furrowed in confusion. “What? Why would you ask that at random?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck. His cheeks were dusted with pink, the telltale sign Wednesday needed. “You already answered my question. Come, we need to find Y/n.” Xavier stuttered even more, “Don’t tell her, why do you need to do it?” Wednesday turned to him, eyes seemingly even darker than before. “You’re coming with us. Y/n’s life is now in danger.”

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      They stopped at your dorm first, your bed was empty save for the hundreds of flowers that covered it, blood on your sheets, pillow, and blanket. “Is that blood on the flowers?” Xavier asked, taking a closer look. “Yes.” Wednesday said quickly, looking around. Xavier continued to study the plants. “These flowers, they’ve been showing up a lot in my dreams. Just bundles of these white flowers, covered in blood.” With his dreams of the Hyde months prior, Wednesday thought about the psychic powers his dream might have held. “If you dreamt about this, then you should have said something when y/n started coughing up flowers in the first place.” She said curtly, looking at the floor near the door. Xavier became defensive, “if I had known that they weren’t normal, I would have! But it just seemed like something y/n was able to do.” Enid huffed at his response. “Honestly, you should have just told y/n that you liked them, that’s what started all of this.” Xavier turned and looked at Enid, brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?” Enid crossed her arms, “this sickness that y/n has, its like a love disease. Y/n thought you didn’t like them back, and now it’s killing them.” Xavier’s face went pale.

      “Shut up, you two. Come on.” Wednesday said, leaving the room. They followed a blood trail made of crushed flowers. They led to an open meadow, the lush grass filled with dandelions and daffodils spotted with blood. “There they are!” Enid yelled, running to a spot of indented grass. “WEDNESDAY! XAVIER!” The two ran over, finding Enid’s side as she looked down.

            You lay there, barely breathing. A single, crimson red rose by your head. Its thorns and stem were covered in blood.

Whose rose is that? I think I know.

Its owner is quite sad though.

It really is a tale of woe,

I watch them frown. I cry hello.

They give the rose a shake,

And sobs until the tears make

The only other sound’s the break,

Of distant waves and birds awake.

The rose is bloody, red, and deep.

But they have promises to keep,

Until then they shall not sleep.

They lie in bed with ducts that weep.

They rise from their bitter bed,

With thoughts of sadness in their head.

They idolize being dead.

Facing the day with never ending dread.

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Exams (Xavier x Reader)

Hello again! Finals are here at my university and let me tell you, it sucks. But this is perfect, because a request came in!

Requested by @ilovexavierthrope : Could you pls write one about Xavier x reader and the reader has ADHD maybe if your okay with that and the reader is studying for finals like crazy bc its their first year at nevermore? (Maybe mention that reader has autism). I tried my best, I feel like I had the ADHD part down, especially since I have it, but I’m currently not professionally on the spectrum so I hope I didn’t do too bad! Also, for anyone taking exams, I believe in you! You got this! This is 4225 words omg also it's 234am i love you guys 💙

Warnings: Mentions that reader is fem, some angst, panic over exams. I never really said that the reader is autistic or had adhd but it's heavily implied mainly by my own adhd habits, i had YouTube playing while i wrote this and i was also listening to music.

      Like any other school, Nevermore had exams for their classes as well. Of course, they were different from normal exams, which meant that the students had to study harder than the average teen. Although most students were already used to the hard studying, newcomers were prone to having a far more difficult time trying to fit studying into their already busy schedules. Especially you, who had only just started your first year at Nevermore. Classes were already pretty difficult for an ever-racing mind, but trying to cram a bunch of information in to a brain that can’t even remember what it had for breakfast? Torture.

      Your routine was based off the clock, classes from 9am to near 5pm, giving you barely enough time to eat during the day, which resulted in you just completely forgetting that you needed food. Once that was over, you would beeline to the library to collect any books you could that had information on the classes you were taking. You had no idea what you were doing, never having a set study habit, and just trying whatever came to mind, you had flashcards and paper filled with copied notes, some colour coded in hopes that it would make it easier to remember. You even had a whole playlist that you listened to while studying, yet, for whatever reason, the words wouldn’t stick. You’d have to read over what you had already read multiple times, only to space out halfway through and come back confused. You’d constantly look up from your books and check the time, frowning when you noticed it had only been 5 minutes since you last checked, although it felt like it had been way longer. You would constantly change the song as well, deeming certain ones to be unhelpful in your studies even if you added them to the playlist specifically for that reason.

      You only really had contact with friends in class, who would ask you if you were free later that day to hang out. Enid especially asked you almost every day, frowning each time you told her you needed to study for the exams coming up. Wednesday even started to show concern, pointing out the dark circles forming under your eyes, and the growl of your stomach at the mention of lunch. “I think you should take a break, really.” Enid said, taking the book out of your hand and closing it. You desperately tried to write down what page you were on, but it had already left your mind. “Enid! Now I must read the whole thing again to find out what page I was on.” You scowled. Enid only shook her head and gathered your things up as the class was dismissed. “You’re coming to lunch with us, whether you like it or not! I can even quiz you while we eat if that would make you feel better?” You could only sigh as you left your seat, trudging after Enid and Wednesday.

      You sat down at a table, looking down at the food you had grabbed with heavy eyes. A slam next to you nearly made you jump out of your skin. “Pop quiz!” Enid exclaimed, holding one of your books in her hand. “Let’s see…ah! Who was the last God to enter Olympus?” You stared blankly at Enid, not comprehending what she had even said yet. You tried to think, racking your brain as you did, but nothing came up. There was only one name that came up when you thought of the question. “Alexius?” Was all you could come up with, and you knew it was the wrong answer as soon as you said it, watching Enid’s smile droop slightly at the answer. “Uh, no not quite. It says here that it was Dionysus. I’m not sure if I’m saying that right but yeah, not Alexius.” Enid stated, placing the book down in front of you and pointing out the answer. You facepalmed as the answer came into your head just seconds before she said the name, becoming mildly discouraged already.

      “Dionysus was the last God, but only because Homer didn’t admit him in.” A voice spoke behind you, and you felt the seat next to you shift as someone sat down beside you. Looking over, you lock eyes with Xavier, whom you shared the class with. He smiled as he continued, “Although that was a good guess, but his name is pronounced Alcaeus, it’s not really spelled the same way. That was the original name of Heracles, also not pronounced the same way as the Disney movie. It means Strength, and many leaders in Greece were named Alcaeus for that reason.” You dropped your head in defeat and embarrassment, feeling inferior to Xavier’s random knowledge on the Greek Gods. “That wasn’t even part of the class though, where did you get that name from?” He asked, placing his hand on his cheek as he looked at you. “I’m going to be honest,” you started, “no idea. I thought that if I read the whole book, I’d be ready for the exam, but I don’t even remember reading about Alcaeus.” A moment of silence fell onto the table, only to be interrupted by a gasp from you. “That’s right! That name was in a game I played! It was all about Greek Mythology. Alcaeus was the brother that we thought was dead. That’s where I got the name from.” The sudden memory made you excited, but your cheeks flushed red as you realized that your outburst was all because of a game, and that your answer to Enid’s question was all based off said game. “Anyway, clearly I need to study more, so I should be going.” You started, taking a large bite of food, and gathering your items once again. “Y/n! At least finish eating?” Enid yelled, watching as you trotted away, a book opened in your hands.

      Later that day, you sat under a tree, a different book in hand and pencil in the other, hurriedly writing anything that you felt was important for your French class. You had a list of words that would be considered feminine in French, placing certain words into the column and others in the other. “So, If I wanted to preserve something…it would be…sanctuariser. Do I even need to know that?” You spoke to yourself, looking back to the little piece of paper with a list of things the teacher said to study. “Absolutely not.” You groaned as you dropped your arms, playing with the grass and taking a few breaths. “Need any help?” A voice spoke, spooking you and causing you to hit your head on the trunk of the tree. Xavier hovered over you, a concerned look on his face as he watched you rub the back of your head. “Xavier, you scared the living daylights out of me!” You breathed, checking your hand to see if you were bleeding. “Sorry,” he chuckled, taking a seat next to you. He looked over your shoulder and read what you had written down, taking your pencil, and correcting minor mistakes like accents over e’s and the like. “I can help you, if you want?” He asked, watching as you looked down at the grass. You didn’t want to ask for help. Asking for help was like admitting defeat, and defeat would make people disappointed in you. Your mind raced at the idea that people would see you as a failure, and you desperately grabbed the grass to keep yourself grounded. “Uh, not now. Thank you, Xavier, though.” You said, taking the pencil back and writing more terms in French. Xavier kept his seat next to you, watching as you tried to study a new way, a way that you were taught when you were small. It was mainly a way to make sure you remembered how to spell words but writing the French words three times seemed like it would help you to remember them. It worked, slightly.

      As the time passed, the sun began to set. The breeze, although it was welcomed, was also distracting, and getting colder. You shivered as you flipped through the pages of yet another book, drifting your eyes over to Xavier every now and then to see if he was still there. He had been looking over your shoulder the whole time, asking if he could help every now and then. Sometimes he would help whether you liked it or not and would write little notes on the side of certain words in hopes that it would help you remember them better. Eventually he stood up and extended his hand out to you. “Come on, lets go inside before it gets too cold.” He offered. You stared at his hand for a moment, gathering up your things and taking it. “I still haven’t found the answer to a lot of the review questions, though, so once I get inside, I need to go to the library and find a book that has the answers.” You started, walking beside Xavier towards the giant doors. “I’m sure you can find the answers tomorrow, the exams aren’t until next week.” Xavier said, opening the door for you. You sighed as the warm air hit you, closing your eyes and giving you a brief wave of fatigue. You opened your eyes, looking up at Xavier, “I know that, but I just need to make sure I know the material.” Xavier could only scoff and shake his head as you checked your phone. “I have to go; I need to get those books!” You shouted, sending a final wave to Xavier as you sped away.

      The next day was a Saturday. There were no classes, giving students extra time to catch up on both sleep and their studies. This also meant that you were up at sunrise, quickly making your way to the library. Your mind raced as you thought of what you needed to study next, while also trying to remember what you had studied the previous day. This early in the morning, there weren’t many people in the library, giving you first pick at what you needed for studying. With your arms full, you tucked yourself into a corner and set up your study space.

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      Xavier woke up around 10am, a time he deemed normal for the weekend. He turned in his bed and glanced at the empty bed on the other side of the room, once occupied by Rowan. He would always comment on Xavier’s sleeping habits and tell him about getting enough sleep, claiming that it would help him remember more from his classes. He groaned at the thought of Rowan not being there, and slowly got up. He took a quick shower and made his way down to grab something to eat. He took a seat next to a tired Enid and emotionless Wednesday, Enid picking at her food as she looked around the room. “Xavier, you’re later than normal.” Wednesday pointed out, glancing over at him. Xavier could only shrug and take a bite of his food, watching as Enid’s head whipped around every few moments. He raised an eyebrow, “what are you looking for, Enid?” He questioned, fork midway to his mouth. Enid’s nails shot out and quickly retracted, and she took a final glance around before she set her eyes on Xavier. “Y/n, they aren’t here yet.” She said, tapping her fingers as she took another bite. “She’s normally here by now,” she mumbled, placing a hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t spit any food out. Xavier looked around, scanning the room quickly before shrugging. “Maybe she’s sleeping in? She’s been studying a lot; she’s got to be exhausted.” He explained, taking a final bite of his food. Enid shook her head and frowned. “She never misses our breakfast routine, you know that.” Xavier raised his hands, nodding his head. “I understand. Listen, I’ll keep an eye out for her, how about that? If I see her, I’ll let you know and tell her you’re worried.” Enid’s face relaxed a bit and her shoulders dropped slightly, nodding.

      With that, Xavier went about his Saturday routine. Archery practice, a trip to the library, lunch. The whole time, he kept his eyes open for you. He didn’t see you in the library, which only told him that you were probably still sleeping. Once 3pm came around and you didn’t show up for lunch, he went out in search of you. He looked by the tree he had found you the previous day, a pencil in your spot. Xavier figured that you left it by accident and picked it up, planning to hand it back to you next time he saw you. He ran into Ajax and asked him if he had seen you, “last I saw Y/n, they were in the library, in the normal corner. They were there when I showed up, but that was a bit ago.” Ajax recounted, and he walked back with Xavier to the library to show him where you had been sitting, only to find the corner empty save for a book. Xavier sighed as he picked it up, placing it in his bag along with the growing list of items he needed to return to you. You weren’t at dinner either, and now Enid wasn’t the only one worried about your whereabouts. Xavier even went to your dorm, knocking on the door and talking with your roommate. “Honestly? Haven’t seen them for a bit. They weren’t in bed when I got up this morning. Come to think of it, they weren’t in bed when I went to sleep either.” They said, shrugging. Xavier sighed and ran a hand through his hair, stress building up as the time went by. He had no idea where you would be hiding.

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      You were on the ground, laptop in front of you and books scattered around you. Your phone played your studying playlist as you waved your hand along the ground in search of the pen you had just put down. Your laptop had multiple tabs open, YouTube in one, a few word documents, an “official page of Greek Mythology” opened in yet another tab. So many things happening at once, yet you couldn’t focus on any of them. Normally, having multiple stimuli helped you get assignments done, but for something so nerve wracking and important as exams, nothing seemed to do the trick. You felt yourself breakdown slowly as you stared at the blank page, unable for the life of you to come up with the answer to “Who visited Danae, and fathered her son?” Your mind told you that it was simple, the answer on the tip of your tongue, yet nothing. You start to shake your head, muttering curses to yourself for not remembering something so simple as a name. You switched through songs on your phone, hoping that a song would pop up that would spark the answer. You didn’t hear the snapping outside the room, or the rumbling of the statue revealing a staircase. You were too preoccupied, trying desperately to hold your tears back so you wouldn’t smudge the ink on your paper.

      Xavier walked down the stairs, stopping mid step to find you in the center of the room, rocking and holding back sniffles as you shuffled through paper. He called out your name, hoping to catch your attention, but he quickly realized that you had your earbuds in, unable to hear a single word he could utter. He stepped carefully, making his way slowly towards you so you didn’t get spooked. He watched as the tears welled up even more in your eyes as you slowly looked up, realizing that you were no longer alone. Realizing that you were in a vulnerable state, Xavier sat next to you, wrapping an arm around your shaking figure, and rubbing your back, letting you collect your thoughts. You shuddered as you tried to hold back your tears, but Xavier’s calming voice seemed to finally break the dam. “I know you’re stressed. You can tell me about it when you’re ready.”

      Tears spilled from your eyes and ran down your cheeks. You struggled to get anything out that weren’t incoherent sobs, a stutter of words falling from your lips as you struggled to explain. “I just? You know? It’s my first year here,” another sob, “and I don’t want to seem like a failure. I want them to know that I can handle it! I can! But my mind is just racing? Everything is distracting me, but if I don’t have anything to distract me, I get super anxious and cant focus. But I hate it so much.” You breathed heavily as you tried to find a way to explain your thoughts. “I just…I don’t want to be a disappointment. I want to get good marks on these exams, so no one looks down on me, and yet I just can’t understand what I’m looking at. But the idea of asking for help feels so demeaning! It feels like I’m admitting to failure, and if I do that, then I’m a lost cause.” You continued to sob as you turned to bury your face into Xavier’s chest, the harsh reality becoming real as you spoke, causing you to break down even more. Xavier remained quiet as he kept rubbing your back, humming a soft tune to calm you down. He allowed you to get all your emotions out and calm down on your own, only whispering every now and then soft words of comfort until you had cried enough. You slacked in his embrace, taking deep breaths as your tears began to dry.

      Xavier brought your face up so he could meet your eyes. He took note at how red they were, how puffy your skin had become, and how dark the circles under your eyes had become. He sighed as he studied your face, trying to find the right words to say. “You’re not a failure, I can see that. And you’re not a failure for accepting help when you need it. Exams are stressful, trust me, but you don’t have to deal with he stress of them alone, you know. You have me, and Enid, and Wednesday would probably help you if you asked.” He wiped tears away as he continued, “No one will think you’re a failure. They wont see you as a disappointment either. No one is perfect, hell, I failed an exam my first year all because I was too stressed to even understand what it was I was learning. Am I a disappointment?” You shook your head in response, a small smile on your lips. “No, maybe a bit of a dork, but not a disappointment.” You responded. Xavier smiled and rested his forehead against yours. “Exactly. Everyone fails at least once. I think it builds character. But you’re not going to fail. Not if I can help it.” He pressed a kiss to you temple as he grabbed one of your books, “Now, Danae was visited by a God and was then pregnant. Remember that her son is the one that’s supposed to take down the king, her father. Which God seems like the kind of person to knock a girl up knowing that the prophecy states a war to follow?” You bit the inside of your cheek, thinking hard. “A God that would do something like that? It sounds like a Zeus thing?” You questioned, brows furrowed. Xavier smiled and nodded, pointing out an excerpt from the book. So Danae endured, the beautiful, to change the glad daylight for brass-bound walls, and in that chamber secret as the grave She lived a prisoner. Yet to her came Zeus in the golden rain. This was the story of Perseus.

      Xavier stayed by your side as you studied together, helping each other to remember the content. As the night dragged on, your eyes became heavy, and you yawned. “I think it’s time to wrap it up for tonight, don’t you think?” Xavier asked as he closed the book he was reading from. You nodded slowly, stretching your arms, and sighing as your back popped and cracked as you moved the stiff muscles. “Can we do this again tomorrow, then?” You asked, gathering your items up. Xavier smiled and nodded, “Of course, but only after you get some rest and something to eat tomorrow.” You chuckled and made your way up the stairs, walking with Xavier back up to your dorm. The next morning, you woke around 10:30, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You looked over at your phone, finding a text from Xavier that read, “Once you wake up, let me know, I’ll meet you for breakfast.” You smiled as you sat up in bed, stretching your tired muscles and letting out a yawn. You grabbed something to wear and picked up your bag full of study material, shooting a text to Xavier and making your way to the dining hall.

      He met you there and walked with you to grab your food, sitting down at your normal table and eating silently for a few moments. Enid and Wednesday followed shortly after, Enid hurrying to your side and expressing her worries for your well-being, and scolding Xavier for not telling her that you were ok. You chuckled at her and thanked her for worrying about you, continuing to take bites of your food as the two girls went off to get their own food. “So, I was thinking,” Xavier started, holding his fork in the air, and pointing it towards you. “That’s never good,” you quickly said, stifling a giggle. Xavier frowned, continuing, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that. Anyway, exams begin in three days, so why don’t we study together until they’re over? We meet in the secret room, I bring snacks and water, we ace those exams?” You sat there, chewing on your food as you thought about his offer. He was a great help when it came to studying, and your little session last night helped you to understand a bit of what you were doing. “Sounds like a plan.” You said, taking another bite of your breakfast.

      The days following were filled study sessions with Xavier, and once one exam was done you studied for the next exam. Feeling confident, you walked into each class ready to take the exam, meeting Xavier afterwards to tell him about it and how you felt afterwards. You’d then get dinner, study for the next exam, and just hang out between studying to give your minds a break. It felt as if the exams went by with a snap, and before you knew it, they were over. You had two days until the grades would come out, and although you were happy for it to finally be over, a part of you was sad that you wouldn’t be meeting Xavier each night to study anymore. It felt as if a cloud hung over your head as you went to bed that night, only growing heavier as your thoughts raced once again. In the morning, you woke up to a text from Xavier, asking you when you wanted to go get breakfast. You smiled as you got up and ready, the cloud above your head slowly shrinking as you went to meet Xavier for breakfast. Afterwards, you walked together into Jericho, finding a coffee shop to refuel your energy that had left your body from the week. “Do you think you passed?” You asked Xavier as you took a sip of your drink, its contents brought you joy and comfort. Xavier took a sip of his own drink, a smile gracing his lips. “Of course, I had the best study partner in all of Nevermore to help me.” You felt your cheeks warm at his comment, drifting your eyes down to you drink in embarrassment. “Yeah… Maybe I did well too, then.”

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      When grades came out, you nearly cried. You had passed every single exam, and it was all thanks to Xavier. You had looked everywhere to find him, finding him in his dorm working on a sketch in his sketchbook. When he opened the door, you ran in and wrapped your arms tightly around his torso, a giant smile greeting him. “Xavier! We did it! I passed all the exams!” You shouted happily, jumping in excitement. Xavier hugged you back, planting a kiss to your hair as he reveled in your excitement. Your smile was contagious and seeing you happy made him happy. “That’s amazing!” He exclaimed, his smile widening as he looked at you. “We need to celebrate.” And with that, the two of you went out to a small restaurant, enjoying each other’s company as you talked about anything you could think of. After, you went to get something sweet to eat as you made your way back to the school, making your way to Xavier’s dorm. “Let’s watch a movie!” You said, pulling out your phone and connecting it to the little projector you had left in his room one time. You spent the whole night watching movies, cuddled up together. Eventually, you fell asleep in Xavier’s arms, and he gave you a final kiss on your temple before whispering goodnight, falling asleep himself.

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A Festive Outing (Xavier x Reader)

Hello again it's me, I'm back, Ik hold your applause. Anyway, here's a fluffy Xavier x reader i made.

Warnings: None, there's no mention of the reader's gender, its all just fluff. Tooth rotting. It's *Checks Word* 2676 words of just fluff. See what i do for you guys?

     A small break from classes was always needed, especially if you went to Nevermore. There was never a dull day in that school, and the town next door wasn’t very welcoming to its fellow students. The idea of a time away from both Nevermore and Jericho was a dream in many of their minds, but when Xavier went up to you holding up two tickets to a winter festival, it was as if you had fallen asleep. How Xavier managed to get his hands of those tickets, you didn’t ask, too excited to go somewhere new and to do it with one of your closest friends. You had quickly set up to your room, putting on your warmest jacket and boots, and grabbing some cash to take with you. You met Xavier near the gates of the school, bundled up in a scarf and thick jacket. You talked the whole way there, while it was mainly you rambling about what you wanted to see while you were there, Xavier kept an eye on your surroundings, knowing that the news stated that snow would be coming in later that night.

      Colourful lights greeted you as you got closer. Small flashes of red, blue, green, and gold light up the ground before you and you start to walk faster to the gate. “Xavier, hurry up! We’re right there!” You shouted, skipping a bit into the air as you turned to your friend. Xavier watched you carefully as he hurried to catch up to you, huffing in response as he finally reached your side. “We have all day for this, Y/N. If you’re not careful we wont even be here ten minutes before you have to go to the hospital for something dumb like a twisted ankle from slipping on ice.” He stated, placing a hand onto your back to keep you steady. Your cheeks grew red as you thought about the idea of slipping, already getting embarrassed over something that hadn’t even happened yet. “Would you catch me, though?” You asked. Xavier stopped and turned to you, his hair falling slightly over his face, “Catch you?” You nodded in response. “Yeah. Catch me if I fell?” You raised an eyebrow as you looked up at Xavier, a teasing smirk playing on your lips. Xavier only shrugged. “Maybe, if you didn’t run off so fast maybe I’d be close enough to catch you.” Another huff left your lips as you rubbed your hands together.

      Xavier led you to the ticket booth, where he exchanged the tickets and took you by the hand to lead you into the park. He watched as your eyes sparkled as you scanned the area around you, the brilliant lights and decorations already bright like stars in the setting sun.  A giant tree in the very center of the festival was adorned with hundreds of lights, all giving off their own shine. He watched your lips quiver as you rubbed your hands together again, and how your nose was turning into a bright red. You looked up at him, a smile growing as you took note of how the lights illuminated his skin and made him glow.

      A small sneeze ruins the moment. You squeaked with each sneeze, and once the small war was over you shook your head, “sorry.” Xavier shook his head in response and took his scarf off, wrapping it carefully around your neck, playfully allowing parts of it to cover your face in the process. You could only huff as you tried to fix yourself, while Xavier only stood there, a small smile on his face as he watched you struggle. “Well, if you’re gonna just let me fight this, can you lead me to a bench please? I can’t see. “You asked, holding a hand out to grab his sleeve. A chuckle was all you got back as he took your hand, instantly warming it up in his grasp. He led you carefully to a bench decorated with small lights and candy canes and knelt in front of you. “I’ll be right back,” was all he said before he disappeared, leaving you to continue to unravel yourself.

       A few moments later Xavier returns, two cups in his hands and a smile on his face. You could see the steam rise from the cups as he got closer and felt yourself shiver in anticipation. “Hot chocolate?” He asked, sitting next to you and handing you a cup. You nodded and happily accepted the drink, bringing it to your lips and taking a sip. It burned your tongue, but you kept a straight face as you noticed Xavier watching you, a smirk on his lips as he saw the slight wince. “Thank you, just what I needed.” You played it off and took a few more sips as the cold air cooled it down quickly. Xavier nodded in response and took sips of his own drink, looking around at the many sights that you could see. “Come on,” he says, getting up and holding out his hand. You titled your head slightly as you took his hand, a silent question evident. “Let’s go look at the lights.” He said, keeping a hold on your hand as you walked down lit up paths full of little displays of lights. You watched as the lights made it seem like the pictures they made were moving, Reindeer taking off for flight, lights made to look like snowflakes raining down of a snowy setting where snowmen were waving at guests. A giant candy cane adorned with lights loomed over the two of you as the lights switched from red to white.

      You made it to the giant tree in the center, with its lights shining brightly as you got close. “Wow!” was all you could breathe out as you stared in amazement. “Look how beautiful it is!” You exclaim, squeezing Xavier’s hand and looking up at him. The lights painted your face in colour. It was like he was staring at one of his own paintings, only he didn’t need to use his powers to make this one move. He felt a smile grow as he watched you marvel at the sight before you, taking in every detail and making a mental note to paint this very image when he got back. He didn’t even bother to look at the lights or tree; he felt that your smile was the warmest thing in the world, and that your eyes were brighter than the star at the very top of the tree before him. He watched as your eyes glided to look at every detail, eyes changing colour with each new light they landed on. A brush of a thumb over your knuckles made your cheeks turn even more red as you moved your head to look at Xavier, lips parted and pink from the cold.

      Before you could even say anything, though, a small snowflake drifted between the two of you, landing on your nose and quickly melting. You both smile as you look up to the sky, watching as more tiny flakes drifted down and around you. With the snow beginning to fall, the festival became a wonderland. You dragged Xavier to a big gingerbread house, standing before it as the snow came down faster and landing in your hair. “Xavier, look! Gingerbread men!” You laughed, pointing to the framework adorned with orange lights. You turned to see if he was paying attention, but he was nowhere to be found.

      You spun around, searching the area around you to find the tall boy, only to be hit in the back of the head with what felt like a bunch of snow. Turning, you locked eyes with Xavier, who had already started to make another snowball to throw at you. Shrieking, you took cover behind a gingerbread man, quickly gathering up snow of your own to fight back with. Another hit, just missing you due to the gingerbread man. You took the opportunity to throw a snowball, making a direct hit to Xavier’s chest. You laughed in triumph, grabbing another and making your way closer. You sneak around behind him, hoping to catch him off guard, and as you’re just feet away, he turns. Snow hits you in the face and you find yourself tackled to the ground. You try to wiggle free, but Xavier put his whole weight on you, holding you still. You try to brush the snow out of your face, but to no avail.

      Eventually Xavier helps you get the snow off, although most of it had already melted onto your skin, a smile on his face as he saw your red nose and cheeks finally. “That wasn’t fair, and you know it!” You laughed, still trying to wiggle out from under him. “I know.” Was all he said in response as he kept you pinned to the ground, taking in your features as the snowflakes continued to fall onto you. A small shiver told him to get off, and he helped you to your feet as you shuddered. “Now I’m even colder,” you scowled, rubbing your arms for warmth. Xavier took this chance to wrap his arms around you, embracing you to warm you up. He rubbed your back and messed with your hair as you buried your face into his chest, desperate to get warm. You pulled away, looking up at Xavier, “as much as I love our hugs, I’m still freezing, and you are too.” Xavier shook his head, taking your hand once again and walking towards a building, “always the observant one, huh?”

      You found yourself in Santa’s workshop. Small children moved past you as you ventured in, the warm air instantly warming you up. You turned your head to look around, eyes landing on what could only be Santa in a big red chair. “Oh my God, Xavier, look!” You shouted, squeezing his hand and directing him in the direction of Santa. “No, no way!” Xavier knew what you meant when you pointed towards the Santa, a camera pointing at the chair and a line of little children ready to tell him what they wanted for Christmas. You huffed in response. “Xavier, we’re getting a picture with Santa.” Xavier continued to shake his head as he dragged you away, hoping to distract you with the trinkets that were on the shelves instead.

      It worked, by the way, as you were trying on different headbands. You even managed to convince Xavier to wear one, a pair of antlers with small lights and bells attached to it, you thought it suited him. You allowed him to pick a headband for you as well, choosing another set of antlers with lights and bells, adorned with little snowflake charms. With your headbands, you moved to pay, only to stop in your tracks as your eyes landed on a basket of reindeer plushies. You dragged Xavier with you as you picked one up, its soft plush fur like clouds in your hands. You held it up for Xavier to touch, and he hesitates for a moment before giving in to your smile and petting the little reindeer.

      “Xavier, we need these in our lives, I can’t live without this now.” You exclaimed, picking up two of the reindeer and holding them in your arms. “I’m sure you can live without one, but why are you holding two?” He asks, looking at the little animals. You drop one into his hands, “because you need one, too! We can be parents! Look we already have antlers on!” You motion to his head, and back down to the plush antlers on the reindeer. Xavier sighed; a slight blush adorned his cheeks. “Are you saying you want to become parents,” you nodded, “and adopt these,” He holds up the reindeer, “with me?”. It was your turn to blush as you realized what you had said. You stuttered out a reply, “uh, yes?” With a “say no more” look, Xavier grabs the reindeer and the antlers, and beelines to the counter. You hurried behind him, grabbing your wallet to help pay for the trinkets, only for it to be taken out of your hand and placed into your pocket again by Xavier. He didn’t give you a second to argue back as he handed the cash to the cashier and grabbed your items and walked over to a corner to make sure you had everything. “Xavier, I wanted to help pay!” You exclaimed, but he shushed you as he placed your antlers back onto your head and his back onto his own. He then handed you one reindeer and kept the other one in his grasp. “Now we’re a reindeer family.”

      Your eyes lit up as he said that, and without a word you ran and hugged Xavier, secretly slipping about twenty dollars into his pocket as you did so. “You know what this means?” You asked, looking up at him. Xavier shook his head, but he had an idea as to what you were going to say. “We need to take a family picture with Santa!” You smiled, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the line. He could only sigh, knowing that there was no way of talking you out of it. Your hands shook in excitement as the line grew shorter, causing Xavier to intertwine your fingers together to keep you in place. When it was your turn, you each sat on either side of Santa. You managed to convince Xavier to hold up his reindeer, and in the corner of his eye he saw you wear a bright smile, one he couldn’t help but to mimic as the camera flashed. You jumped off and quickly grabbed Xavier, walking over to the photographer, and handing them the money to pay for two copies of the photo taken. “Now we have proof!’ You said happily, taking Xavier’s hand again and leaving the building.

      The two of you continue to walk around for a bit, enjoying the music, lights, and overall joy that the festival was giving you. But, as the time got later, the air became colder, and Xavier could feel your fingers become colder every minute. “I think we should be heading back, now.” He stated, looking down at you as you frowned. “But why, let’s just stay for a little while longer!” You pleaded. Xavier held up your hand, looking at how red your fingertips were getting. “You’re freezing, you don’t want to lose your fingers, do you?” Your frown deepened. “Can’t you just kiss it and make it better?” You joked, wiggling your fingers. Xavier sighed, and, to your surprise, kissed the tips of your fingers. You felt your cheeks turn deep red as you watched, unable to look away. “Better?” Xavier asked, and you quickly nodded. “Oh, yeah, loads. Uh, we can go now I guess?” You stuttered. Xavier smiled and took your hand again, pulling you closer as you walked out the gates and back to Nevermore.

      After Xavier dropped you off at your dorm, with an exchange of hugs and a quick kiss on his cheek from you, Xavier walked back to his dorm. In his hands he held his antlers, her newly adopted son that you both would be parenting, and the picture of the two of you with Santa. He placed the reindeer onto his bed and made his way over to his desk. Placing the antlers onto the desk, he sat down and took out his sketchbook, placing the photo next to it as he began sketching what he saw today. In a matter of minutes, the page was filled with images of you, different expressions that you made as during the night, and at the center, a full body of you standing by the tree, wide eyes and a smile. With a wave of his hand, the pictures began to move, reenacting the events of that day. With that, he quickly undressed and got ready for bed, falling asleep with a smile on his face.

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Wednesday Characters as things my best friend and i have said in texts

I'm going to start writing for Wednesday so you can start requesting them! I have an idea for Xavier but because of exams and college it might be a bit, but it's coming!

Ft @troidvoid

Enid: my spells in Wizard101 keep fizzling this is fucking homophobic in fact it just happened twice in a row i will not stand for this

Tyler: maybe my dreams are homophobic

Wednesday: probably ~~~~~

Enid: should we take this in here ?

Wednesday: what are we taking, because this skeleton is trying to take my life. Hes not winning.

Enid: I- I mean a call- ~~~~~

Wednesday: suddenly the doodlebops arrive ~~~~

Enid: LIKE DAMN WHATS A GAY GOTTA DO TO GET SOME TITTY AROUND HERE ~~~~~~

Wednesday: they showed me a titty

Enid: did i hear titty. What titty. Where titty.

Wednesday: it was an autopsy- dead titty

Enid: oh damn. Why can't it be a live titty ~~~~~~

Xavier: I'm not on this violent path for my love of a war criminal i swear ~~~~~~

Enid: my hands are shaky. Does this mean my skeleton is about to hatch??

Wednesday: no

Enid: damn. When will my skeleton hatch tho?

Wednesday: never???

Enid: 😔 why not ~~~~~

Xavier: ... did you have a stroke 911, yeah

Rowan: no I'm in 907, * and * are 911

Xavier: ....... dumbass i was calling 911

Rowan: you mean 991?

Xavier: did you smoke no???? 9 1 1 THE POLICE? EMERGENCY SERVICES? ARE YOU HIGH ~~~~~

Ajax: he's just a lizard boy. Leave my son alone

Xavier: dumbass looking thing

Ajax: idk why but my comeback to that was about to be "I'm gonna bang your mom" ~~~~~~

Eugene: turns out there are bones in the body ~~~~~~

Xavier: I'm not a flying fairy thing are you crazy

Ajax: denial is a river in Egypt my guy

Xavier: and delusion is the state of your mind

Ajax: I'm from Virginia ~~~~~~

Enid: Betty White you mean god?

Eugene: yes

*literally a day later*

Enid: GOD IS DEAD *replying to a message that says "first a woman that looked like Betty White and now colbert"* WAS THAT WOMAN AN OMEN

Eugene: what- WTF ~~~~~~

Xavier: THE TEA ATE MY FUCKING STRAW ~~~~~~

Eugene: i broke my shoe in half ~~~~~

Thank you I'll be here all night

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Reblog if you write fan fiction

Doesn’t matter if you write in a frequent basis, or once in a blue moon, just how many of us are there?

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Currently Watching / Supernatural, Criminal Minds, and YouTube rn

Currently Reading / Obi-Wan fics, Cal Kestis fics, Castiel Fics. Things like that.

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SOBBING THANK YOU!!! Your idea was amazing and i just had to write it! I'm so very glad you enjoyed it!! <3

Force Echo <Cal Kestis>

I lied about more Obi-Wan fics, here's Calzone instead

Based off of this post by @bringbackbensolo about if Cal could sense force echoes with the reader's scars but I accidently made it more angsty. I start college on Wednesday.....its Monday. I'm panicking now that I realize that I only have two days left.

Warnings: Trauma, angst, mentions of death and violence, descriptions of death and violence, burns, order 66 im sorry but its plot, maybe Kenobi spoiler, mentions a scene from it. Anakin is here tho! Hes the trauma tho. theres fluff. Happy ending? Yes. Enjoy a solid 2081 words.

Blasts rang out through the trees of Kashyyyk, sending tree bark flying past you as you blocked yet another shot from the troopers ahead. Your arms burned in overuse and hot rays from the troopers as you held your saber in front of you. You heard BD-1 beep as he tried to override a door panel and Cal grunt as he fended off a heavy assault trooper. Knowing that you couldn’t just stand and block every blast sent your way, you sprinted forward towards the group of troopers. Cal shouted your name from behind you but he was quickly cut off as his opponent swung another heavy hit against his saber.

   You quickly ran through the trees and cut your way through the enemy, swinging your blade through the middle of one, throwing it through the head of another, and using the force to toss one off the edge you were standing on. With one left you steadied yourself and held a defensive position, waiting to see what their next move was. The helmet hid his face, but you could hear the panic in his voice, and he desperately looked around at his fallen comrades. His words were incoherent as you spun your saber towards him, slicing a diagonal cut across his front. He groaned in pain and fell at your feet; never moving again. You felt relieved as you looked around at the once arial ranged assault team, knowing it was one less danger that you would have to face. In the distance, you see Cal deal the final blow to his own enemy and run a shaky hand through his red locks. You smiled to yourself as the area was now safe for your party to take a short breather.

There was a static sound behind you, just barely faint to your ears. You turned and walked over to the trooper you had taken out last and knelt beside him. His coms were still on, and you could hear voices on the other end calling for a report. You continued to listen to the transmission, hoping to gather some intel on your enemy and get the upper hand on the Second Sister. You didn’t hear the footsteps come up behind you, nor did you hear Cal running toward your direction yelling for your attention and taking his saber out. Too late, you noticed, you turned around only to be struck by an electro staffed trooper. Electricity coursed through your veins from your neck where the initial contact was, sending you fully to the ground in pain.

The sound of grunting could be heard above you as you lolled your head into the dirt, stunned. Cal desperately hovered over you as he blocked incoming hits from the new trooper, only finding seconds between each swing to deal some of his own damage. One swing nearly hit your unmoving form, sending a new surge of energy and anger through Cal as he took a strong swing that cut through the middle of the trooper, sending him to the ground. Cal quickly hurried back to you and turned you over and checking for your pulse. A sigh of relief left his lips, and he was met with a groan and heartbeat, watching with wide eyes as you scrunched your nose in pain. “Well, that hurt.” You said lightheartedly, holding the side of your neck as you tried to sit up. “I would be surprised if it didn’t to tell you the truth, you looked like you died!” Cal panicked, stopping you from getting up and insisting that he carry you back to where BD-1 was.

Back at the door, BD finally got control and beeped happily. He ran up to the two of you as Cal gently sat you down on the ground and took a stim canister from BD. You hissed as it contacted your shoulder and flinched away. “I don’t need that, Cal. I just need to walk it off or something like that.” You stated, placing your hand onto the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Cal raised an eyebrow and shuffled closer. “Stims don’t hurt when you use them. I Just need to move your collar a bit and it will be done in seconds.” He tried to reason with you, but you only shook your head. You had always been timid when things got too close to your heard and neck, but you had never acted this way with something so small as a stim. Even with bigger wounds and on the verge of collapse you used stims, and even urged Cal to use them even if he wasn’t dangerously hurt.

“Y/n, please. I need to make sure you’re ok.” Cal pleaded, his green eyes shimmering with worry and panic. He felt a strong pull, unsure if it was instinct to keep you safe or something else, but his heart swelled when you finally nodded you head reluctantly and moved your arm out of its sleeve and through the top of your shirt, revealing your collarbone and exposed neck. You could hear Cal take a breath as he looked over your exposed skin; red and scarred. Cal didn’t want to pry into the long scar that ran from your neck down past your collar bone, and gently injected the stim into your skin, watching as your previous wounds faded away. All that was left was the scar; long and deep. It looked old, it didn’t heal too well, and it looked oddly like the stone he had practiced his slashes on. He felt the force draw him to it; knowing there was an echo just waiting to be heard, and he lightly brushed over it.

His sense were flooded instantly, the sounds of screaming and lightsabers clashing filling his ears. He heard you, your voice young as it yelled out for you master to hurry. He heard a woman call your name and the clash of sabers sounded as if it was right there with him. He heard a voice he had heard when he was a padawan; he remembered a conversation he had with the individual once. He heard that voice now, calling out to you. “Y/n! Come out!” The voice yelled, and Cal heard your gasp and yells of pain. Your scream chilled him to his core, he could feel the pain and fear. He heard your master once again, and the clash of sabers as she yelled for you to run. He could hear your gasps of pain and fatigue as you ran away, only to yell out once again as the voice sounded in his right ear. “There is no escape, y/n.” It said, and he felt a searing pain in his neck and collar as he heard your screams of pain again. And in a moment, it was over. Cal looked around dazed and panicked as he looked at you. He saw your own expression mimic his as your eyes widened in fear.

“W-what was that-“ Cal said breathlessly. His hand went up to his own neck as he felt for something that was not there on him, but on you. You stared into his eyes for a moment and looked down, muttering. “I didn’t know you could sense echoes from scars.” You were quiet as you brought your legs up to your body and hugged them. Cal didn’t know what to do; he didn’t know if he should even ask. All he could do was sit beside you and wait for you. “I won’t force you, but… I could only hear what happened.” He said quietly as you nodded. Another moment of silence sounded between the two of you as you collected your thoughts.

“Where were you, when everything changed?” You asked quietly, keeping your eyes glued to the ground. Cal knew what you were talking about, it was something that stayed in his mind all the time. “With my master.” You knew that, of course. Cal had told you the whole story; his master’s death, the crash, everything. You nodded in response. “I was with my master too. We were at the temple.” Your memories haunted you as you recalled the series of events.

You had run ahead of your master, skidding around corners as you desperately tried to find a way out. Your master was close behind you, blocking incoming fire from the turned clones. You turned into what you thought was an empty room, only to come face to face with the bodies of younglings and fellow padawans. At the center of it all was a cloaked figure, and you gasped in horror as you realized your mistake in direction. You master ran up behind you, a small gasp leaving her lips as well as she looked around. Tears welled in your eyes as you recognized faces of your friends, and your hands shook. The figure had heard you enter the room and turned around to face you, lightsaber in hand. “I’ve been waiting.” He said, the voice of Anakin Skywalker tainted with venom. Your eyes widened in horror as the fated prophet made his way over to you and raised his saber. You quickly dodged out of the way, your master moving in the opposite direction. You noticed that he wasn’t interested in your master as he continued to go after you, swinging his saber as you desperately tried to block. Your master yelled from behind him, calling for you. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you found yourself cornered, unable to run and not strong enough to block every attack. You watched in horror as he raised his saber and swung, his saber cutting through your hair and burning into your neck. You saw the anger on his face when he was unable to finish you off, turning around to see your master, hand outstretched as she used to force. “RUN!” She yelled, going into the offence, and striking at Anakin. You held your hand up to your burning flesh, the smell and pain enough to make you pass out. “Come out, y/n!” Anakin yelled. You didn’t get far, though, when you felt yourself running in place as Anakin used his own force to stop you. “There is no escape, y/n.” He whispered into your ear. Once again, he took another swing, desperately trying to separate your head from its place on your shoulders. Defenseless once again, you braced for impact. You only felt the burning sensation down near your collarbone, and you peaked your eyes open to find your master standing before you, Anakin’s saber halfway through her. You heard her gasp in pain as she whispered for you to run, and with a sob, you did.

“I didn’t know what to do about it, I didn’t have any supplies to help the healing process, so I just did the bare minimum.” You admitted, finishing your recollection. Cal listened intently as you spoke, his mind watching it unfold. He felt a wave of emotions; sadness, hate, relief. “I’m sorry, y/n.” He whispered, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he pulled you close. You felt tears threaten to fall as you buried your face into his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re here, with me.” He whispered. He felt you smile as you moved from his shoulder and place a small kiss on his cheek. You watched his cheeks immediately flare up and let out a soft giggle. You felt courage course through you as you moved even closer and placed a soft kiss to his lips. He quickly reciprocated and moved in sync with you. His lips were soft, a bit chapped. They tasted like sweet spice and something you couldn’t quite name. His hair was soft in your hands as they snaked up and ran through the red locks. You smiled into the kiss as you felt the breath leave your lungs and you pulled away to rest your forehead against his own. His breath tickled you as he peppered little kisses on your cheeks and nose, and you felt you face burn when his lips met your neck as he kissed along your scar. “There, kissed it to make it better.” He joked lightheartedly, a small boyish smile gracing his face. You smiled back and placed another kiss to his lips as you slipped your arm back into its sleeve and stood up. You dusted the dirt from your pants and picked up your saber, hooking it to your side. “Let’s go, star boy.”

[fluffshisuga]

Force Echo <Cal Kestis>

I lied about more Obi-Wan fics, here's Calzone instead

Based off of this post by @bringbackbensolo about if Cal could sense force echoes with the reader's scars but I accidently made it more angsty. I start college on Wednesday.....its Monday. I'm panicking now that I realize that I only have two days left.

Warnings: Trauma, angst, mentions of death and violence, descriptions of death and violence, burns, order 66 im sorry but its plot, maybe Kenobi spoiler, mentions a scene from it. Anakin is here tho! Hes the trauma tho. theres fluff. Happy ending? Yes. Enjoy a solid 2081 words.

Blasts rang out through the trees of Kashyyyk, sending tree bark flying past you as you blocked yet another shot from the troopers ahead. Your arms burned in overuse and hot rays from the troopers as you held your saber in front of you. You heard BD-1 beep as he tried to override a door panel and Cal grunt as he fended off a heavy assault trooper. Knowing that you couldn’t just stand and block every blast sent your way, you sprinted forward towards the group of troopers. Cal shouted your name from behind you but he was quickly cut off as his opponent swung another heavy hit against his saber.

   You quickly ran through the trees and cut your way through the enemy, swinging your blade through the middle of one, throwing it through the head of another, and using the force to toss one off the edge you were standing on. With one left you steadied yourself and held a defensive position, waiting to see what their next move was. The helmet hid his face, but you could hear the panic in his voice, and he desperately looked around at his fallen comrades. His words were incoherent as you spun your saber towards him, slicing a diagonal cut across his front. He groaned in pain and fell at your feet; never moving again. You felt relieved as you looked around at the once arial ranged assault team, knowing it was one less danger that you would have to face. In the distance, you see Cal deal the final blow to his own enemy and run a shaky hand through his red locks. You smiled to yourself as the area was now safe for your party to take a short breather.

There was a static sound behind you, just barely faint to your ears. You turned and walked over to the trooper you had taken out last and knelt beside him. His coms were still on, and you could hear voices on the other end calling for a report. You continued to listen to the transmission, hoping to gather some intel on your enemy and get the upper hand on the Second Sister. You didn’t hear the footsteps come up behind you, nor did you hear Cal running toward your direction yelling for your attention and taking his saber out. Too late, you noticed, you turned around only to be struck by an electro staffed trooper. Electricity coursed through your veins from your neck where the initial contact was, sending you fully to the ground in pain.

The sound of grunting could be heard above you as you lolled your head into the dirt, stunned. Cal desperately hovered over you as he blocked incoming hits from the new trooper, only finding seconds between each swing to deal some of his own damage. One swing nearly hit your unmoving form, sending a new surge of energy and anger through Cal as he took a strong swing that cut through the middle of the trooper, sending him to the ground. Cal quickly hurried back to you and turned you over and checking for your pulse. A sigh of relief left his lips, and he was met with a groan and heartbeat, watching with wide eyes as you scrunched your nose in pain. “Well, that hurt.” You said lightheartedly, holding the side of your neck as you tried to sit up. “I would be surprised if it didn’t to tell you the truth, you looked like you died!” Cal panicked, stopping you from getting up and insisting that he carry you back to where BD-1 was.

Back at the door, BD finally got control and beeped happily. He ran up to the two of you as Cal gently sat you down on the ground and took a stim canister from BD. You hissed as it contacted your shoulder and flinched away. “I don’t need that, Cal. I just need to walk it off or something like that.” You stated, placing your hand onto the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Cal raised an eyebrow and shuffled closer. “Stims don’t hurt when you use them. I Just need to move your collar a bit and it will be done in seconds.” He tried to reason with you, but you only shook your head. You had always been timid when things got too close to your heard and neck, but you had never acted this way with something so small as a stim. Even with bigger wounds and on the verge of collapse you used stims, and even urged Cal to use them even if he wasn’t dangerously hurt.

“Y/n, please. I need to make sure you’re ok.” Cal pleaded, his green eyes shimmering with worry and panic. He felt a strong pull, unsure if it was instinct to keep you safe or something else, but his heart swelled when you finally nodded you head reluctantly and moved your arm out of its sleeve and through the top of your shirt, revealing your collarbone and exposed neck. You could hear Cal take a breath as he looked over your exposed skin; red and scarred. Cal didn’t want to pry into the long scar that ran from your neck down past your collar bone, and gently injected the stim into your skin, watching as your previous wounds faded away. All that was left was the scar; long and deep. It looked old, it didn’t heal too well, and it looked oddly like the stone he had practiced his slashes on. He felt the force draw him to it; knowing there was an echo just waiting to be heard, and he lightly brushed over it.

His sense were flooded instantly, the sounds of screaming and lightsabers clashing filling his ears. He heard you, your voice young as it yelled out for you master to hurry. He heard a woman call your name and the clash of sabers sounded as if it was right there with him. He heard a voice he had heard when he was a padawan; he remembered a conversation he had with the individual once. He heard that voice now, calling out to you. “Y/n! Come out!” The voice yelled, and Cal heard your gasp and yells of pain. Your scream chilled him to his core, he could feel the pain and fear. He heard your master once again, and the clash of sabers as she yelled for you to run. He could hear your gasps of pain and fatigue as you ran away, only to yell out once again as the voice sounded in his right ear. “There is no escape, y/n.” It said, and he felt a searing pain in his neck and collar as he heard your screams of pain again. And in a moment, it was over. Cal looked around dazed and panicked as he looked at you. He saw your own expression mimic his as your eyes widened in fear.

“W-what was that-“ Cal said breathlessly. His hand went up to his own neck as he felt for something that was not there on him, but on you. You stared into his eyes for a moment and looked down, muttering. “I didn’t know you could sense echoes from scars.” You were quiet as you brought your legs up to your body and hugged them. Cal didn’t know what to do; he didn’t know if he should even ask. All he could do was sit beside you and wait for you. “I won’t force you, but… I could only hear what happened.” He said quietly as you nodded. Another moment of silence sounded between the two of you as you collected your thoughts.

“Where were you, when everything changed?” You asked quietly, keeping your eyes glued to the ground. Cal knew what you were talking about, it was something that stayed in his mind all the time. “With my master.” You knew that, of course. Cal had told you the whole story; his master’s death, the crash, everything. You nodded in response. “I was with my master too. We were at the temple.” Your memories haunted you as you recalled the series of events.

You had run ahead of your master, skidding around corners as you desperately tried to find a way out. Your master was close behind you, blocking incoming fire from the turned clones. You turned into what you thought was an empty room, only to come face to face with the bodies of younglings and fellow padawans. At the center of it all was a cloaked figure, and you gasped in horror as you realized your mistake in direction. You master ran up behind you, a small gasp leaving her lips as well as she looked around. Tears welled in your eyes as you recognized faces of your friends, and your hands shook. The figure had heard you enter the room and turned around to face you, lightsaber in hand. “I’ve been waiting.” He said, the voice of Anakin Skywalker tainted with venom. Your eyes widened in horror as the fated prophet made his way over to you and raised his saber. You quickly dodged out of the way, your master moving in the opposite direction. You noticed that he wasn’t interested in your master as he continued to go after you, swinging his saber as you desperately tried to block. Your master yelled from behind him, calling for you. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you found yourself cornered, unable to run and not strong enough to block every attack. You watched in horror as he raised his saber and swung, his saber cutting through your hair and burning into your neck. You saw the anger on his face when he was unable to finish you off, turning around to see your master, hand outstretched as she used to force. “RUN!” She yelled, going into the offence, and striking at Anakin. You held your hand up to your burning flesh, the smell and pain enough to make you pass out. “Come out, y/n!” Anakin yelled. You didn’t get far, though, when you felt yourself running in place as Anakin used his own force to stop you. “There is no escape, y/n.” He whispered into your ear. Once again, he took another swing, desperately trying to separate your head from its place on your shoulders. Defenseless once again, you braced for impact. You only felt the burning sensation down near your collarbone, and you peaked your eyes open to find your master standing before you, Anakin’s saber halfway through her. You heard her gasp in pain as she whispered for you to run, and with a sob, you did.

“I didn’t know what to do about it, I didn’t have any supplies to help the healing process, so I just did the bare minimum.” You admitted, finishing your recollection. Cal listened intently as you spoke, his mind watching it unfold. He felt a wave of emotions; sadness, hate, relief. “I’m sorry, y/n.” He whispered, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he pulled you close. You felt tears threaten to fall as you buried your face into his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re here, with me.” He whispered. He felt you smile as you moved from his shoulder and place a small kiss on his cheek. You watched his cheeks immediately flare up and let out a soft giggle. You felt courage course through you as you moved even closer and placed a soft kiss to his lips. He quickly reciprocated and moved in sync with you. His lips were soft, a bit chapped. They tasted like sweet spice and something you couldn’t quite name. His hair was soft in your hands as they snaked up and ran through the red locks. You smiled into the kiss as you felt the breath leave your lungs and you pulled away to rest your forehead against his own. His breath tickled you as he peppered little kisses on your cheeks and nose, and you felt you face burn when his lips met your neck as he kissed along your scar. “There, kissed it to make it better.” He joked lightheartedly, a small boyish smile gracing his face. You smiled back and placed another kiss to his lips as you slipped your arm back into its sleeve and stood up. You dusted the dirt from your pants and picked up your saber, hooking it to your side. “Let’s go, star boy.”

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