#breathe Bianca breathe | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

apoptoses · 1 year

Text

Been thinking about how Daniel becomes a permanent resident of Trinity Gate, and how often he probably falls asleep early after Armand has worn him out, only to wake up and find one of Armand’s other loves (both romantic and platonic) on the other side of the bed. Like-

•Louis, who abhors being cold and hogs the blankets in his sleep. More than once Daniel has woken up in the middle of the day and had to wrestle the comforter back to his side. Other times it’s Louis with a book, reading aloud to Armand while he drags his fingers through his hair that stirs him. He never minds being disturbed by Louis though because Louis is a late sleeper like him, and that means with their powers combined they can convince Armand to stay in bed and cuddle the evening away.

• Lestat, who has developed the very modern problem of not being able to fall asleep without the tv on. Daniel always knows he’s shown up by the quiet sound of trashy reality tv, turned down low so Armand can sleep, and the absolutely insane amount of heat Lestat’s body with its ancient blood throws off when he’s fed.

• (but there’s also the other times when Daniel is woken up by Lestat’s elbow in his ribs as he engages Armand in some good morning making out. Daniel doesn’t care, he’s given all of them his permission to do whatever, and honestly half the time he gets his arms around Armand and joins in. But some nights he grumbles about Lestat being too fucking boney for his own good and rolls over for a few more minutes of sleep)

• And then once in a blue moon there’s Bianca, who he knows by the smell of her floral perfume. Daniel wakes up to them gossiping like schoolgirls late into the night, and to Bianca calling Armand ‘Amadeo’ (and she is the only one allowed to use that name, because in her heart he’ll forever be the sweet young man she adored)

• There’s even one time that it’s Riccardo, which is bizarre because do ghosts even need to sleep? But this is just Daniel’s life now, and Armand has told him the secret that when he was mortal sometimes he would sneak Riccardo in Marius’s room after he left. Mind racing from the blood, he wouldn’t be able to sleep, and Riccardo was more than happy to sit on the giant velvet bed and play cards with him until he passed out. (and just like old times, he finds a deck of cards tossed on the nightstand beside Armand)

• It’s not long before it being just the two of them actually feels weird, but on those nights they relive the good times at Night Island and put on a cheesy 80s movie. And finally Daniel gets to live out one of his greatest mortal fantasies, falling asleep in Armand’s arms and not waking up alone.

109 notes · View notes

thetimelordbatgirl · 3 months

Text

Tfw you realize if we getting old discourse back with Percy Jackson show, then that means if Titans Curse gets adapted, people are gonna get mad at an actual twelve year old for not wanting to be a mother to her younger brother.

#yes im referring to how people reacted to bianca choosing to join the hunters of artemis #and therefore leave nico at camp #because apparently people back then didn't understand a child isnt a mother #she is a child at the end of the day herself #and literally had unknowingly been stuck in that hotel for years with nico #having to look after him the whole time #and given she believes nico will be safe at the camp #and that artemis told her she can still visit her brother #its clear bianca believed everything would be okay when joining the hunters #just desperate for some freedom #plus her last act that led to her death was her literally getting a gift for nico #but the way people reacted you'd think she just abandoned him completely #when it was not like that at all #granted maybe fandom has mellowed out and new fans wont be as bad #but given some fandoms are still iffy when female characters breath #i wouldnt be surprised if the discourse comes back a little at least

15 notes · View notes

demonspeeding666 · 1 year

Text

Drag Race Memes for drag lovers and Drag Race fans like me haha

32 notes · View notes

bright-molina · 1 year

Text

one (1) like and i’ll give in to the worst idea i’ve ever had in my life and actually write something for the scream universe

#in case anyone was wondering: no i STILL haven’t slept but i DID work a six hour day on a 15 minute power nap and i’m avoiding hw #i really don’t wanna critique art rn help #honestly all you have to do is breathe in my direction and i might give in #it’ll probably be centered around scream v/vi bc…well don’t ask why #unless you wanna #but prepare for the info dump #idk i’m feeling just a bit delusional <3 #and more than a little manic #and i need an outlet #BRO BUT ALSO SOMEONE PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS IM GOING INSANE #THIS BEING THE WHOLE FRANCHISE IN GENERAL #ANYWAY #shut up bianca

9 notes · View notes

paigemathews · 2 years

Text

@plutoconjunctascendant replied to your post “I still standby that a lot of people’s responses...”:

wait elaborate please ik the charmed sons theory which is just like. 😷 but like i really haven't dug at all into the old fandom

Okay, so like. General disclaimer in that basically all of this is my own perspective from Fanfiction Net, and that most of this was me 2013-2016 and basically reading all the next gen or Chris fic on the site so I have no actual authority, just my own conviction. Also, like usual, there will be no coherency to this.

But yeah, like. Focusing on Mel and the next gen specifically, obviously, everything was very Wyatt and Chris-centered. I’m going to assume that the charmed sons theory is the one that Wyatt and Chris are Piper’s only kids and that the little girl in the flashforward was “a cousin or a neighbor’s kid” which. Over a decade and a half afterwards, I’m still sitting here like “they didn’t explicitly name her as Piper’s kid bc they made the mistake of assuming that y’all could pick up context clearly” like c’mon. (Also it was kind of weird with how people responded to Henry Jr, with one author being like weirdly insistent that Chris and Wyatt were the only biological sons to the extent that she said that Henry Jr being adopted was an answer to that dilemma. (She did in fact use dilemma, but misspelled it.))

More specifically though, people got annoyed when Melinda would be in fics! For context, I was thinking about this because I was going through my old FFN profile to delete/update/move some stuff around and read some old reviews on older fics.

One of them was posted in February 2015 and someone outright said that they stopped reading when they saw that Mel was in the story. She wasn’t even really in the story, tbh, I just mentioned her in my author’s note when I was mentioning my names for the other next gen kids bc I don’t use the comic names and giving a rough timeline for ages bc it jumped through the timeline a lot. This was a 7k story and they literally scrolled to the bottom just to be upset Mel was mentioned.

Another was actually a oneshot collection posted in January 2016, focusing on weird conversations and shit that happened in Chris and Wyatt’s apartment at night. (It was super niche, I don’t know my thought process behind it or how I pulled eight chapters out of that.) On the first chapter, someone made sure to tell me that they were happy that it was just Wyatt and Chris, without a sister. (We had an entire mini-argument on whether Mel canonically existed bc 2016!me was. an Interesting Time.)

Even in fics where Mel does exist, it was almost always written so that she wasn’t a major player, usually by having her be dramatically younger than the boys. (If she was around, she did not get to have a role in the narrative about her brothers, forget her own story. There were very few people who apparently saw the story potential in this girl.) Frankly, a lot of people did it with the other next gen girls, too. They were rarely a big presence in the story or in Wyatt and Chris’s lives. In fics about stuff like the unchanged future, they died relatively soon and weren’t really addressed. In changed future fics or outright spin-offs, they were largely skipped over as “being too young” with the idea that Chris and Wyatt were in college and the cousins were in high school.

Of course, this pretty much entirely ignores that a) you can be an adult and still have relationships with your younger siblings/cousins b) that Mel didn’t have an extremely noticeable age gap from her brothers in the flashforward and c) Phoebe’s premonition had her daughter be in the same age range as Chris and Wyatt. Just everything possible to minimize the next gen girls. (Of course, these fics also never had Chris or Wyatt have platonic female friends either, just love interests that were always women.)

This is already very long, and I don’t know if you wanted elaboration on Bianca as well so like. I would gleefully leap at the chance to talk about how absolutely misogynistic Bianca’s treatment is, but I managed to basically spend nearly 700 words to say “Mel gets ignored” so.

#plutoconjuctascendant #charmed #melinda halliwell #abi speaks #i saw you reply before i went to work this meeting and spent the first hour of my shift formulating a response #only to forget pretty much all of it when i got home and sit down to say things i am so good at this wow #but also like. i am actually begging to ask me about bianca bc i feel bad adding more words tot his but also #there is a whole ass trope in fics that i've read used to address her in the same breath that they completely disregard her like #it is fucking WILD to me

9 notes · View notes

crescnti · 2 years

Text

𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚄𝙼 𝙵𝙾𝚁 : CIA operative marc spector .

𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴 : january 4, 2009 .

there were no gods here . no heroes . no light . only the cruel blaze of salvo ripping through the horizon . and blood , as always –– it’s all he’s ever known ❪ him & jake . steven wants no part of this ❫ . . . a rabbi’s son laving in warfare , tucking silver slugs into a chamber one by one by one .

𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 ... 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 ... ヽ 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 @belayadeath .

steely concrete provides cover , where slow breaths abate a racing pulse . exhaling silence into his lungs & nerves , he stares dimly at the colorful array of sunlight peeking through blinds ; not letting focus wane for even the briefest of moments . she was here . somewhere .

#as promised you have pre-moon knight marc #back when he was with the cia #and hunting for bianca #i'm still in the process of making icons but i couldn't wait #❪ marc spector ❫. kissed by khepri's breath

3 notes · View notes

furys-burn · 2 years

Text

.I finally finished Sea of Monsters (Idk if unpopular opinion but that’s the weakest og book imo) and now I’m onto Hilary’s OC Nico di Angelo’s guest appearance and it is just adding my fire to “Maybe Artemis shouldn’t scope out young girls and promise them immortality at their literal lowest points”

#text #»⌀—Behind the Lens | OOC. ⌀#.Bianca is like day one huh?#.Don't even give her a chance to breath

4 notes · View notes

titansarmy · 11 months

Text

that noah kahan song that goes something “i gave your name as my emergency phone call, it rang it rang even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up” but it’s botl nico about bianca

#pjo #I am a bianca di angelo Understander and apologist and then I remember botl #then I breathe and remember she was also like 14 and I forgive her again

1 note · View note

tournesolette · 2 years

Text

[ rel tag. 1 ]

❪ ⋅ ◆ ⋆ — amity&&luz. ┊ ❛ handsome stranger you have made her happy. ❜ — toontrocities. ❫ ❪ ⋅ ◆ ⋆ — arya&&ash. ┊ ❛ what if i give myself away to only get it given back. ❜ — ofpalletown. ❫ ❪ ⋅ ◆ ⋆ — babs&&buster. ┊ ❛ keep me here forever; perfect moment in time. ❜ — toontrocities. ❫ ❪ ⋅ ◆ ⋆ — boyd&&louie. ┊ ❛ I will love you without any strings attached. ❜ — decanard. ❫ ❪ ⋅ ◆ ⋆ — camilo&sol. ┊ ❛ you make me happy when skies are grey. ❜ — livesforgttn. ❫ ❪ ⋅ ◆ ⋆ — chip&&bianca. ┊ ❛ i am short of breath standing next to you. ❜ — warraigoe. ❫ ❪ ⋅ ◆ ⋆ — diane&&mrwolf. ┊ ❛ maybe i’m killing you; maybe you’re killing me. ❜ — warraigoe. ❫ ❪ ⋅ ◆ ⋆ — donnie&&rip. ┊ ❛ the world is coming down and i can't find a reason to be loved. ❜ — mixnmuse. ❫ ❪ ⋅ ◆ ⋆ — edric&&hunter. ┊ ❛ these little words; somehow they're changing us. ❜ — toontrocities. ❫

1 note · View note

lunapaper · 2 years

Text

youtube

And in a breath, Pinkshift will slowly break your heart…

Unlike the defiant pop punk fury of previous singles, the Baltimore trio’s latest track is a stark and sombre ballad. Vocalist Ashrita Kumar unleashes full-throated emotion over delicate piano keys as they expose her deepest hopes, fears and insecurities, admitting ‘What is it like when you can sleep with no alarm?/What would I bе if I could lay down and rest my eyes/I wonder shyly how to breath/Cause I don't know.’

As Kumar explains (via Stereogum):

‘‘in a breath’ is from my heart. It’s a song I’ve held on to for years. it’s a dive into my core, my greatest hopes, desires, loneliness, traumas, and fears […] It’s a song about feeling dissociated from my body and fighting to stay alive despite it. it explores the existence of an impossible reality, contemplates the existence of a god, and contemplates our capacity to love and be loved. It’s about guilt, shame, redemption, and acceptance.’

You can also check out the beautiful live performance of ‘In a Breath’ here.

Pinkshift’s debut album, Love Me Forever, is out October 21 via Hopeless Records.

- Bianca B.

#music #pinkshift #in a breath #love me forever #new #reviews #Bianca B

1 note · View note

hs-is-loml · 1 year

Text

Avoid. (x.t)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Reader

Summary: blurb! after thinking about something bianca said to you a few days ago, you started to create a small distance from your boyfriend. which of course he noticed.

Warnings: established relationship, self-doubt, the smallest bit of angst, fluff ending

a/n: okay, so i ended up not reading my textbook, and worked on other things instead... but anyways enough about that just remember you are always more than enough<3

masterlist

“You look awfully lonely,” a voice said from beside you. "You mind if I join?"

Your gaze moved from the pavement to a pair of green eyes that you knew far too well.

“I was enjoying a moment of peace actually,” you responded to the boy before you continued to look ahead at the path in front of you that led into the city.

“Moment of peace or are you avoiding me?” Xavier countered with his eyebrows raised giving you a knowing look.

“No, I definitely think it was for a moment of peace,” you replied pausing for a second. “From you…”

“I KNEW IT!”

“You don’t have to be so loud, it’s only us,” you laughed at the boy’s reaction.

“Wait. Why have you been avoiding me? You haven’t even responded to my texts earlier,” Xavier asked with a worried tone.

“I ran into someone a few days ago, and they made me realized something,” you answered wanting to move on from the topic.

“And what did they make you realized?”

“That I shouldn’t get to attached.”

“That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard,” Xavier uttered.

“Xavier, it’s nothing personal,” you lied. “I don’t want to hold you back.”

What really happened was a few days ago Bianca came up to you sprouting thoughts of doubt about your relationship with Xavier throughout your mind. She talked about how this was only temporary for him until he would eventually get bored and come back to her. You knew that wouldn’t actually happen, but it didn’t stop you from creating more distance between you and Xavier for the past few days.

“I think you ignoring me is definitely personal,” he scoffed. “Y/n, it takes two people to be in a relationship.”

“Which two people,” you said under your breathe though he was still able to pick up what you whispered.

“No, seriously, what is your problem with me right now?”

“Why don’t you ask her?” you snapped quickening your pace to walk ahead of him. “You always go back to her don’t you?”

“Who?” Xavier asked in the most utter confusion.

“Bianca.”

“Why would I go back to her? I have you.”

“What if I not enough?” you blurted out stopping in your tracks to turn around and face him.

“You are more enough. You’re all I need,” Xavier walked closer to you.

“I-”

“You are the only person that I want,” he wrapped his arms around you allowing you to lean your head against his chest.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized.

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“No, I do. I shouldn’t have let Bianca have that much power over our relationship,” you admitted. “I was just scared that what if you got bored with being with me?”

“How could I ever get bored? I could stare at you for hours,” he laughed.

“You’re only saying that because you need a model to draw,” you pushed him away laughing.

“I don’t need a model if you’re my muse,” he joked.

“Maybe I was right for avoiding you.” you said walking faster to the city.

“Wait! Hey! NO MORE AVOIDING.”

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #wednesday #wednesday series #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #xavier thorpe fluff #xavier x you #xavier thorpe x you #xavier x reader #netflix #percy hynes white #xavier thorpe angst #was this angst or fluff i don't know #angst with a happy ending

7K notes · View notes

kaicubus · 1 year

Text

Show, Not Tell | Xavier T.

warnings ✩° : semi-nsfw, jealousy, slight possessive behavior, cursing, xavier being protective, hickeys//markings, manhandling, mentions of size difference, non canon character named marlon flirting with you.

pairing ✩° : boyfriend!xavier thorpe x girlfriend!reader

premise ✩° : xavier isn't jealous, not for the most part at least. until he sees how you talk with your classmate and his sparring partner, marlon. did you always smile like that with everyone or was it just marlon? doesn't matter. xavier’s pissed.

word count ✩° : 2.9k

authors note ✩° : guys i am sick. i cannot breathe. i miss the taste of food.

What was it about Marlon Acheron that made it so easy for you to talk to him? Was it the fact he was more popular than Xavier? Or was it his piercing red eyes, shaded with the dark lenses of sunglasses that intrigued you? Maybe it was the hair that was slicked back with a glossy finish from his stupid cinnamon scented hair gel. Or maybe it was all those things combined.

But Xavier is your boyfriend. Not Marlon. He knew his place in your heart, so why was it that every time his eyes scanned the room to find you, Marlon just so happened to catch you first and steal you away from him? Did you always smile like that with everybody or was it just Marlon? Didn’t matter. Xavier’s pissed.

At first, you thought you encouraged him to push though practice and were beyond happy to see him progressing so well. Even his instructor agreed he’s been on top of his practice and would soon topple Bianca for first place in rank. That was until you realized who his sparring partner was.

Marlon Acheron.

Marlon’s your classmate, not necessarily friend nor foe, and certainly not a guy you could call up and spend a few hours with at the Weathervane like any other of your friends. He was just there most of the time, in class and in the halls. But you did notice that he would give you some sort of special treatment.

Whether it was saying hi to you first when you entered the training room, striking up some hollow conversation just to stall you from going to see your boyfriend, or accidentally ‘forgetting’ something that he’d ask you to retrieve for him. It was always his glasses so you found it strange that he could forget something so important nearly every other day.

Being the sweetheart you are, you thought there was nothing wrong with how he was acting. Plus, you forget things all the time so it’s not so different with him.

But Xavier is the complete opposite. He knows exactly what Marlon’s intentions are, they're all so obvious to him.

“No one forgets their glasses like he does. Especially not a vampire.” Xavier says when the two of you are alone after his fencing practice, “He asks you to get his shit every day. Can’t he ask someone else, like why does it HAVE to be you?”

“I forget things too, Xavier. I’m sure he’s just got better things to worry about like trying to actually get a chance to beat you when you two go at it. It’s not like they're prescription anyways, he said his eye sight is fine.”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes and goes back to etching charcoal onto the canvas in front of him. Recently, he’d come to his secret shed with you so you both can have alone time and so that he can draw. He’d never tell you but another reason for these ‘dates,’ as he called them, were partially because of Marlon.

“He doesn't leave you alone, Y/n. It’s like he’s stuck to you like a stupid dog. It doesn’t even make sense because he’s a VAMPIRE.” Xavier exhales sharply, blowing some excess black dust off his work space, “It’s past the point where friends do that. Not even I did that before we got together, which is saying a lot because I was way more obsessed with you before.”

You lean back on the extra stool next to his chair and give him a nonchalant shrug, “Yeah, you’re right. But what’s your deal with him? Why are you so mad whenever we talk to him or when you’re sparring with him during fencing practice? It’s like you’re trying to kill him out there, you could at least give him a break.”

“Give him a break?” Xavier scoffs and turns to face you, “He slacks off every time we practice and when he finally thinks it’s time to actually practice, you walk in like some angel through the doors and suddenly all of his attention is on you.”

You stare at him for a moment, taking a mental note of his tight lipped frown and a glimpse of irritation in his shaking legs, “What do I have to do with any of that? I come to watch you. Your instructor said I should keep coming because you do best when I’m there, so I can’t just stop showing up.”

“Oh come on.” His brows fall flat on his face as he moves his head down just a bit, expressing his disappointment, “Y/n, the guy’s head over heels in love with you. You don’t see anything wrong with the way he acts?” Xavier stabs the end of the pencil back to the paper and aggressively whisks his hand over the art, smudging the side of his hand black.

"I guess it’s weird, but it’s not like he’s outwardly flirting with me. You know? Like I said, he’s probably just forgetful. Extremely...forgetful.” Even you can’t excuse Marlon’s behavior. Your attempt, however, only sours Xavier’s mouth as he shrivels his expression in disgust.

Xavier sticks out his chin, unintentionally showing off his cutting edge jaw to the side, and groans, “Maybe you should stop talking to him. Just ignore him when you come visit. Y/n I am this close to bashing his brains out if he keeps on doing this shit,” he holds up two fingers that are just about to touch, “It pisses me off how he always steals you before I can even say hi. Next thing I know he’s basically on top of you, asking you all these stupid questions like, ‘Y/n what do you think of my uniform?’ ‘Y/n can you feel my helmet to make sure its on right?’ ‘Y/n say épée.’ It’s sad, actually.”

You let out a much needed sigh and slouch down, “I don’t want to stop talking to him, he’s nice. But yeah, I wish there was a way to get him to stop or to show him I’m not interested.”

He thinks for a moment, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, while moving his leg in one place. “I guess...no...” He lets out a quick breath, “What would make Marlon leave you the fuck alone...”

“You know, I’m picking up some jealousy...”

Xavier shoots you a glare, “Yeah, right.” but then suddenly raises his brows, “I think have an idea.”

You watch as he puts up his pencil, postponing his continuation of his sketch, and prop himself up more on the seat. Confused, you massage the side of your neck and glance attentively at his change in posture.

“Sit here.” Xavier grins, tapping his legs, inviting you to take a seat, “If Marlon’s going to act like you don’t have a boyfriend, I’ll just show him who you belong to and why he can’t ever have you."

Body moving on it’s own, you make your way towards him and plant yourself directly on top of his waist, grounding yourself by shifting side to side to find the perfect balance.

“And how are you going to do that?” You’re almost scared to ask, but the look on his face suggests something you don't even expect before it comes out of his own mouth.

“We have to show him you’re mine, not tell him. He won’t get it otherwise.” Xavier looks at you with sly eyes, teeth poking just barley from his lips, “I’m just saying, people like him don’t catch hints too easily. So it’ll be a sort of, slap in the face when he sees his perfect Y/n with hickeys all over her neck and down.”

You quickly open your mouth in surprise, “Oh that’s what we’re doing? I kinda thought you were going to brand me or something.”

“I mean...” Xavier looks to the side and chuckles deeply, “Nah, I’m joking. I do however want to do the whole hickey thing. I think that way he’d get it.” He holds up a finger and touches the front of your neck with the end of his nail, sending shivers all throughout your body as he turns his head to get a full view of his new canvas. “Yeah,” Your boyfriend wets his lips with the tip of his tongue, “That’d work really good actually.”

When you scoot yourself further onto him, you can feel the both of his palms barley cushion the underside of your thighs as a small grin pulls the corner of your lips up. “Really?” You tease, “You sure this has nothing to do with you being jealous?”

“Oh yeah, positive.” Xavier jostles his knee beneath you to scoot you even closer, “You think I’d be threatened by Marlon Acheron of all people? I’m offended, babe.”

You give a small laugh before gently holding the sides of his face and caressing the back of his head, combing your fingers lightly through his long hair, “Yeah? Well you should be. I’m surprised you haven't told him off yet.”

“You see how I spar with him,” Xavier moves his head to the side and kisses your collarbone, “I want to kill him for it, but I figured you wouldn't like that all too much.”

You roll your head to the side, granting him full access to your skin, and smile, “Hard to believe when all you've been doing is just carelessl-ly, trying to cut him.”

As you talked, Xavier wasn't too focused on the words coming out of your mouth. He knew all you were doing was trying to irritate him more so that he could handle you more roughly, but he had a little more class than that. Or so he thought. Truth is, he is better than no man when it comes to you.

Before he knows it, tasting the softness and sweetness of your skin quickly becomes an addiction he isn't quite ready to quit. Everything taste from warm notes of light amber to the freshness of a freshly picked rose, he can’t get nearly as much as he wants from a surface level skin kiss.

So he kisses harder. Licking and sucking down your neck, grazing the tips of his teeth and sharp canines along you as well.

“Wait, X-Xavier—” You groan just barely audible and tug on his locks with an even tighter hold than before.

Too focused on you, he doesn't respond and just continues to thrust his tongue over the gradually building bruises. Even though at this point you begin to move away from him in an attempt to stop him from darkening the marks beyond repair, he pulls you right back into place and moves onto another spot of vulnerable, untainted skin.

“H-Hah...X-Xavier...” A satisfactory moan as well as his name escapes from your throat so you bite your lip to suppress it as best as possible.

There was no thought of sparing you from weird stares you were sure to get from classmates, Xavier just imagined what Marlon would say or what he’d look like if he saw you, his seemingly perfect Y/n with marks made by his sparring partner. Xavier grinned at the thought.

As you manage, unsuccessfully, to keep your back straight and hands from roaming his body, it becomes hard to ignore the fluttery feeling building low in your stomach. His hand placement just over your hips, the way his neediness has somehow manifested it’s way into his mouth, and his panting complete with your own are all telltale signs that if this goes on for longer, you both wouldn’t last.

His tongue rolls harshly over the side of your neck, generously saturating your thin and sensitive skin under his suctioned lips with his saliva. You can’t help but squirm in his tight embrace, his fingers digging so hard into your hips you're convinced that they'll leave a mark as well, trying to hold you down on one place on his thigh.

“Stay still.” You can feel him grunt against your skin, “I’m not done yet.” Though his tone is demanding, you can feel the effects of his desperation ricocheting against his teeth. Or rather, his tongue, judging by his heavy breathing and increasingly deeper and longer licks he does.

“H-How many more?” The question comes out in a fleeting pant, trying to catch your breath, “How much are you going to d-do?” It was already impossible to stay put, you don't know how much more you can take if he keeps it up at this pace.

“Enough so Marlon can lay off.” With that, Xavier roughly squeezes your waist and lifts you up enough so that you're higher up on his thigh now, both your legs locked in between his own kneecaps. For a brief moment, you're met with the chill breeze of the airy shed hitting your wet skin, but it doesn't last long as Xavier pushes himself right back to his original position, earning himself a surprised gasp from you.

With his lips properly latched onto your jugular, he continues at an even deeper force and runs the tip of his tongue back over the already sensitive areas he’d previously marked. His extra bit of attention sends your mind spiraling. Of course, hes not fair either and only applies a bit of pressure from just the tip of his tongue.

“Xavi-ier...don’t make them so dark...” You gasp out, “I still have classes to go to, remember?”

“So?” His breath fans against your damp skin, “What if I want everyone to see?” He bites harder and laps up the remainder your scent off of you, messily bruising you more so that blooms of his intimacy can be seen miles away.

Your face flushes, “A-Are you almost done?”

“Almost.”

When he finally plucks his mouth from your neck, making a quick ‘pop’ sound before wiping his sleeve over his darkened lips, he pulls away and just stares. Just by looking at him, you can tell he’s proud of his work. Not the actual work he was supposed to finish, but the dark splotches of red and purple that littered all from the start of your jaw, down to just above the start of your chest. They're like trophies to him.

Most of all, he’s proud of just how worked up he somehow managed to get you. Just by the sight of you, your heavily blushed face, glossy and squinted eyes, and parted lips due to excessive hard breathing made him want to mark you more, in other places. But the ones on your neck would have to suffice, even if hidden ones only he could see would excite him more than the ones he could show off to some insignificant person.

Before you could even utter a breath of relief, a smirk slowly appears on your boyfriends face, only making you more nervous, “That should do it,” Xavier says, “How do you feel?”

“Like my entire neck is purple.” You laugh, pushing up the hair that had fallen over his face.

He chuckles, shaking his head, “Unfortunately, it’s not. But I can do that if that’s what you want?”

You grab his face again and mash your lips together with his, “Nice thought, Xavier, but I think this is plenty.”

He hugs you tighter, “Whatever you say. We should uh, we should go show him, shouldn’t we?”

You grin, “Maybe later, I still have to tell you what Marlon said to me yesterday.”

Walking into the next practice of the fencing team, you strut down the well lit hall with your neck not nearly hidden as you’d hoped. Since everyone knew you were bound to show up sooner or later, no one really paid any mind to you walking in. Thankfully.

But Marlon and Xavier did.

When you look past Marlon and straight at Xavier, you can feel his eyes on you. This time, they weren't on your face or on your skirt like usual, instead they were plastered onto your neck and all of the hickeys that had remained just as dark as Xavier made them to be yesterday.

You can hear a small scoff from behind you, so you turn around and see Marlon standing, waiting for you to have some sort of explanation for the mockery of his affection.

“Y/n.” He holds his helmet between his arm and lodged against his hip, “Good to see you.”

Xavier watches as you walk up to Marlon, this time feeling more confident than ever. “Hey Marlon,” You smile, as per usual, “What’s up?”

“Nothing much. Question, did you get beaten up by someone?” Marlon points at your neck.

“Oh no, no my boyfriend kinda...” Your voice trails slowly, searching for the much needed reaction for both you and Xavier, “...yeah...”

Marlon nods slowly, tucking his lips under each other and furrowing his brow, “Right. I just thought you know, you getting my glasses all the time and us having a ton of inside jokes, that we had something.” The vampire spits, “I guess not.”

“You know it’s really funny you say that, Marlon, because actually,” Suddenly, Xavier appears next to you and throws his arm over your shoulders, “We are most definitely a ‘thing’. Didn’t know if that really clicked in your head but,” Xavier points to his head, “We are.”

#wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday xavier #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe x y/n #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe fic #jealousy fic #jealous xavier thorpe #jealousy #kaicubus

6K notes · View notes