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bellatrixscurls · 1 year

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“we feel things for you” ♥︎ tyler galpin x reader x xavier thorpe

summary : xavier and tyler are in a relationship... but what happens when they start having feelings for their best friend?

warnings : smut, double penetration, pet names, teasing, tyler being a meanie, sub xavier, etc.

a/n : weak sex with xavier and tyler <3 i suck nskdjs i’m sorry.

xavier was unsure of many things, but his attraction toward you was not one of them. he didn’t know how to explain it. he had tyler, whom he loved, so still... why did he need you as well?

if he were to choose, he could never. you were their best friend and as well as tyler, you had been by his side always. he was fucked, he knew it. but the worst part was, he had to tell tyler as well.

“hey” xavier jumped as he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder, his eyes widening as he looked up at his boyfriend, worried that he’d actually heard his thoughts. “what’s wrong?” tyler pursed his lips and sat down across from xavier.

“nothing-” the blond stopped himself with a sigh, he couldn’t lie to him. not when he looked so pure and clueless, so innocent. “y/n” he whispered.

tyler gave him a curious look, his hand covering his boyfriend’s. “as in, our friend y/n?”

“mhm” he responded, his eyes looking everywhere but at tyler. “we had a sleepover last night... we didn’t do nothing but, she fell asleep on my chest” xavier’s hand was shaking in his boyfriend’s hold, and he prayed tyler wouldn’t notice.

he did.

“yes?” he urged the boy to continue, gripping his hand to reassure him. “keep going, love. it’s just me.”

that’s when xavier’s face softened, his lips breaking into a dopey smile. of course, it was only him ─ his loving boyfriend, the one who’d always helped him when needed.

he felt a bit more confident now.

“when we were there, i felt something...” he whispered, even more confused. “i love you, please remember that” he looked up worriedly, his brows furrowed and his heart clenching at the thought of hurting tyler.

tyler smiled softly. “you want her, don’t you?”

“i- i mean, um... yes?” xavier stuttered, biting on his lip as he tried to find a suitable response. “and i know she wants us too, ty. i’m not crazy, i’ve seen the way she looks at you, even caught her staring at me a few times” he rushed to explain and tyler smiled to himself. even xavier knew that he was oblivious to almost everything, so the fact that he noticed was a suprise.

“she does, doesn’t she?” tyler smirked. “well, i’ve been thinking about her for a while too” xavier’s head snapped up, the confession leaving him flabbergasted. “mhm, yes i did. you can’t exactly say that you are surprised though. i like pretty things” he caressed xavier’s cheek, the boy melting into his palm instantly.

“let’s go find her, yeah?”

♥︎

xavier knew just where to find you ─ your dorm room. as crazy as it sounded, he was your roommate. you two had grown so close to each other that you had your parents convince principal weems to let you stay with him.

he knocked on the door and tyler gave him a weird look. “why would you do that?”

“yes?” you called softly from the other side of the door, closing your book and placing it behind you on the bed.

xavier cleared his throat, his eyes wide as he entered the room, with his boyfriend behind him.

“oh- x, you didn’t have to knock” you smiled softly at him, gulping when you noticed who was standing behind him. tyler.

his hazel eyes were on you as he waved awkwardly, and you returned it the same way.

“yes i know i’m sorry i-” he started rambling, but tyler quickly cut him off, although he was just as nervous, maybe more.

“y/n, we feel things for you” he spat out, his brows furrowing and his lips pursing at the way he said it ─ nothing like the speech they had planned on the way to evermore.

xavier’s shoulders dropped as he slapped his forehead. “oh man” he whispered.

“you mean.. you like me?” your eyes were wide and your heart was clenching at the mere thought of them liking you back. you’d tried so hard to stay away from both of them because you could never resist being touchy and loving on them all the time, so you didn’t want to ruin their relationship.

“yes!” xavier exclaimed, his hands in the air like he’d just won the cup. “we fucking love you, y/n/n. we want to be with you, please allow us.”

he was giving you the puppy eyes as if he had to convince you. he didn’t have to, from the moment they walked in, you were putty in their hands.

“i love you too” you confessed softly, taking their hands in yours. “kiss?”

“fuck yes” tyler’s breath quickened as he smashed his lip onto yours, his hands holding your waist ever so gently. you whimpered against his lips, your free hand that wasn’t in tyler’s hair, holding xavier’s tightly as you pulled him to you.

you pulled away from the kiss to rub your roommate’s cheek. he looked at you adoringly, his eyes shifting between your swollen lips and your teary eyes. you were so grateful.

“pretty” he whispered before his own lips grazed yours, softly kissing you, unlike tyler. he was gentle, and tyler was desperate, but in their own way, both of them wanted to have you.

xavier set his knee in between your parted legs on the bed, and you felt him come closer and closer, giving you an adrenaline rush. your hands came to grip his arms as his knee grazed your clothed core, and you had to break the kiss with a needy whimper.

your eyes were teary and red. you were so desperate for them, and they could see it.

“up” tyler instructed as you blushed, your eyes looking at the knee xavier was teasing you with. “there you go” tyler held your chin and you looked up at him, the tears threatening to spill any second. “why are you crying, lovie?”

your breath hitched in your throat. “cus i need you” you whimpered when tyler’s hand found the hem of your shirt, pulling up until your chest was revealed to them. you were not wearing a bra.

“fuck me” xavier moaned when he caught sight of your perked nipples, his knee bucking into your sensitive core.

“xavier” you moaned out and tyler saw it as his cue to move so he was behind you on the bed, his arms wrapping around your delicate waist.

“you like her tits, pretty boy?” he taunted, staring into xavier’s eyes as he tweaked one of your nipples, causing you to throw your head back.

“uh huh” he exhaled sharply, and you whined when you no longer felt his knee moving, and you look down, tyler’s hand gripping his boyfriend’s thigh.

“but why!” you exclaimed, shifting so you’d be able to hump his knee, but it was no use, as tyler’s other hand was gripping your waist as well.

he tutted softly, and your breath hitched as you felt his hand come down to your cunt, pulling your panties to the side. you shuddered at the feeling of his cold fingers against your wet, warm core, and it made tyler groan.

xavier was staring at the way tyler’s fingers played with your folds, spreading the wetness from your hole and onto your clit and lips. “you wanna taste, my love?” he asked his boyfriend, the submissive boy nodding frantically as he bent down, taking tyler’s fingers in his mouth, and sucking them dry.

it was a sight for sore eyes. the way tyler praised him, the way xavier moaned around his fingers because of you.

“fuck me please” you begged, and it was almost inaudible. but they heard you.

“who do you want to fuck, lovely?” tyler spoke softly as he nosed at your neck as he placed small kisses along the sensitive skin.

“both” you murmured, your hands shaking with the anticipation. “want you both inside of me... m-my pussy.”

god, your cheeks were so red.

xavier was acting like an eager puppy. by the time you were done speaking, his cock was springing out of his pants, deliciously red. he seemed to have lost his mind, like he only wanted your cunt, not you.

“he gets like this” tyler soothed your worries, kissing your cheek as you felt him rid himself of his pants as well. “he wants you so much, baby. tell him what to do, he won’t do anything unless you tell him to.”

your heart warmed at the thought. sure, xavier was a soft, gentle boy, but you never thought he’d be so obedient in the bedroom.

“can you please get inside of me, bubba?” you asked softly, warm eyes looking up at him.

he nodded, leaning in to peck your lips for a moment. he had his cock in his hand, and he shakily guided it to your pussy, moaning loudly when his tip grazed your clit, causing you to clench around positively... nothing.

his eyes rolled back as he sank into your pussy, his hand gripping the base of his cock. “feel good” he whimpered, falling forward so that his face was hiding against your neck.

“of course you do” tyler taunted, his free hand carding through xavier’s long hair before he was lifting your hips, so he could get inside of you too.

his hands were massaging your ass as he bottomed out inside of you, his face against the other side of your neck. “shit” you moaned loudly. you had both of them inside your pussy. both.

it was clearly not your first time, but they were already big as it was. so taking both of them was something else.

“hurt?” xavier looked at you worriedly, and you turned your head to the side to peck his lips. “no, feels so good” you whimpered and felt him relax against you.

“can i have one?” tyler feigned jealousy, and you hurried to smash your lips against his, holding him by his jaw. you clearly did not expect him to─

“t-tyler!” you cried out when he thrusted harshly into you, feeling as though you were split open, and he encouraged xavier to do the same.

“oops” tyler smirked, his hand sliding down to your stomach, and a bit lower until he found your clit. it was swollen and sensitive from xavier’s previous actions, but he did not care. he started pressing onto it like it was a real button.

xavier mewled against your skin, his hand coming up to hold tyler’s free one. tyler could feel his cock already start twitching, ‘poor baby’, he thought.

“how does it feel, x?” he asked and the boy whined, mumbling a small ‘perfect’ as he rutted into you, his tears falling onto your exposed skin.

“give her more... cum in her, she wants it. don’t you, honey?” tyler taunted and you sighed, your heartbeat picking up as you nodded desperately.

you were exhausted from cumming a couple times already, and you needed their cum. you craved it.

the room was filled with all kinds of sounds. whimpers from xavier, low grunts from tyler, soft ‘clapping’ sounds from how fast they were fucking you. until xavier couldn’t last no more.

“cummin’” he cried weakly and you could feel him get more and more desperate as the seconds were passing.

“go ahead, baby. let us feel you” tyler encouraged him, and although he was not a very vocal person in bed, sound-wise, he let out a loud cry and gripped your hips as they both stilled inside of you at the same time.

it was nothing like you’d ever felt before. tyler could feel xavier’s cock throb as he came inside of you, and you could feel it too, but twice.

♥︎

“took me to fucking heaven” tyler exhaled deeply and dropped on the bed as well, causing you to giggle softly.

“think someone isn’t back yet” you pointed to xavier who was laying on his tummy, his forehead sweaty as he faced you two.

he smiled. you thought he couldn’t hear you, but he most definitely did. “you are just that good, huh? let me feed into your egos a little more.”

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talesofesther · 2 years

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yours only

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Summary: You make Wednesday feel something she never felt before; jealousy. And maybe a bit of something else too.

Requested by anon

A/N: First time writing for her, who stole my heart pretty quickly. I hope this is okay, hope I could somehow capture her personality that's definitely not an easy one. Let me know what you think. Requests for her are open. <3

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You felt a little petty, just a little, as you walked amongst the woods to meet Xavier in his secret spot, the one where he stored most of his paintings.

But he's been a good friend of yours ever since before Wednesday came to Nevermore, and if she can spend however long she wants in that coffee shop, why can't you do the same?

You weren't expecting to fall for her, in reality, you couldn't stand her in the beginning. But one doesn't choose one's feelings, and when underneath all that secrecy and nonchalant attitude she does things like; take an extra tray of breakfast for you when you wake up a little late, or help you in class when you forget the particularities of a flower, or even send Thing to your room in the dead of night with a written note for you to meet her the next day for an outing, which was code for sneaking out to investigate, but the gesture is there.

It was safe to say you were a goner. As much as it might be — her words, not yours — a terrible decision.

But lately, Wednesday has been distant. And you were jealous, even if you didn't have the right to be. So over the past week, you've been spending a good amount of time with Xavier. He's been helping you with your drawing skills, the piece you're working on now is almost done, and you're quite proud of it.

The entirety of your day is spent in Xavier's shed, laughing and painting and getting your head off of things. You think you see a dark silhouette spying on you from outside, but when you go looking, it's gone.

It's already late at night when you do go back to your dorm, your roommate is sneaking into her boyfriend's room tonight, so it's just you. You're looking forward to the quiet night.

You open the door to your room with a yawn escaping your lips. Your backpack is thrown somewhere to the side and you don't care much for where it lands, you stretch your muscles, a little sore for being in the same position most of the day. Only then do you take a glance over your room, and in the right corner, sitting by the end of your bed on the floor and mostly covered by the darkness, is Wednesday.

You almost jump out of your skin. With the way your heart is beating under your hand, you swear your soul did leave your body for a second; "holy shit Wednesday, a little warning next time."

Wednesday gets up, taking a single step towards you before deciding against it, her eyes never leave you. "You're distracted today, why?"

"Hello to you too," you grumble, taking off your jacket, "and, how did you even get in here, the door was locked."

There's a ghost of a smirk on her burgundy-painted lips, and it gets you wondering if they'd leave a print on you if you stole a kiss. "You can't expect a simple lock to stop me," Wednesday tells you.

You chuckle, knowing damn well there were few things out there that held any power over her. You just don't know that you happen to be one of them. "no, of course not."

A beat passes where you just look at each other, both waiting on something, wondering whether the other person’s feeling the same way. The air feels heavy around you, almost electrical.

You clear your throat and walk past Wednesday and to your wardrobe to pick up your pajamas, figuring a shower would do you good.

Wednesday has a staring contest with the back of your head as you rummage for clothes, her jaw is set tightly in place and she hates the feeling that's in her stomach right now. "You didn't answer my question," she says, with more bite than usual.

You huff, running a hand through your hair as you turn to her again. You walk up closer, your personal space mingling with hers.

She sucks in a sharp breath when you stop before her, her gaze darting to your lips before settling back on your eyes. It's so fast that you don't notice it.

"What question?" You ask.

Wednesday gulps, twisting her words into what she really wanted to know; "why are you spending so much time with Xavier?" She deadpans, as if she couldn't care less.

Your lips tilt up on the sides, because you know better, but you won't indulge her just yet. "Why are you spending so much time with Tyler?"

"This is childish."

"Indeed."

"His father is the sheriff, and I need information on the attacks," Wednesday raises her brow, "my relationship with him is merely convenient."

You bite the inside of your cheek, nodding softly, "well, Xavier has been my friend for years already, so…" You shrug and walk around her, heading to the bathroom.

"It doesn't look like it."

"Like what?" You turn and ask impatiently, waiting for her to do the same and look at you again.

Wednesday does so slowly, staring at you through her lashes. "Like you two don't want to be more than friends."

There's something complicated about her tone that you can't quite put your finger in. Her eyebrows are a little crooked, her eyes glinting just a little brighter under the moonlight and her hands painfully closed into fists. You realize she's upset.

You soften. For her, this might just be the equivalent of a crying plea. You walk over to where your backpack lays forgotten on the floor and carefully pull out your sketchbook. The cover is black and a little worn as you run your fingers over it, taking a steadying breath.

You sit down on your bed with it and pat the space beside you.

Wednesday regards you with caution, she's lost and not in control, two things she absolutely hates; however, she doesn't feel as uncomfortable when it's with you. She takes calculated steps to your bed and gently sits down beside you, closer than she thinks she should have, but it's too late to back down now.

"Xavier has been giving me a hand with a few of my drawings," you explain, opening your sketchbook on the last page you used, "and uh- this is the one I'm working on."

Wednesday takes the sketchbook from you, holding it tenderly between her fingers as if it could fall apart. Her heart beats erratically against her ribs, for a moment she thinks she can hear it. The feeling is foreign to her.

The drawing is a perfect picture of her, undoubtedly by your eyes, as she sits beside you in class, focused on her notes. It's a sight you're all too familiar with, one that you love. The lines are a little rough still, all black charcoal and dark ink; tracing the lines of her jaw and hair to perfection. It's pretty, probably not a word Wednesday usually would use to describe herself, but it's true now.

"I couldn't see Xavier as more than a friend," you tell her quietly, so as to not break the bubble of intimacy around you, "I'm afraid that spot is already taken."

Wednesday's gaze snaps up to you, and you think that's the most emotion you've ever seen her let on. You wish you could bottle this moment up like fireflies in a glass jar.

You reach out a hand, and Wednesday holds her breath before you even touch her, you do too. Her hair, deep black and so incredibly soft, meets the pad of your fingertips as you push it behind her ear. The motion is all delicacy and shyness, just a breath over the fragile line between you and her.

Wednesday's lashes kiss her cheeks when her eyes almost drop closed for a millisecond before she takes back control. She's stiff, hands now with a bruising grip on the sketchbook, "what are you doing?"

You inch closer, and when she doesn't pull away, you gently cup her cheek; her skin is a little cold under your touch. "What do you think I'm doing?"

For the first time in her life, her words get caught up in her throat before she forces them out; "Something you'll regret."

Smiling against your own volition, you whisper; "do you really believe that?"

Wednesday wonders if you're aware that you're killing her slowly; agonizingly, because you're so kind with her demise. She's the one who closes the gap between you, when you're just a hairs width away from her, one hand letting go of your sketchbook in order to bunch up your shirt in her fist and pull you to her.

It's everything you're not expecting, her eagerness, urgency even. She's kissing you like she's trying to memorize you, not sure if you're real or not. It's still soft though, still uncertain, still her.

When she parts, it's slowly, her lips almost refusing to let yours go. The outlines of your mouth are faintly smudged with her lipstick, testimonies of her affection, of how lucky you are to have it.

The sight pulls a smile from Wednesday, and consequently from you as well once you see it. Because albeit small, her smile is real, and you think you already have your next project for the sketchbook.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

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shewrites444 · 1 year

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jealousy [dom! xavier thorpe x reader smut]

[ this is a requested prompt that i am super excited to write on! i will say this one shot does contain some angst and toxic themes, but it does end positively, of course. enjoy! ]

word count - 3k

[summary: the reader unintentionally makes xavier jealous at the carnival, and he intends to make her feel the same way he felt. when she confronts him about his immature actions, the two argue, but there's only one way that seems to prove their feelings for each other are true.]

[warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, arguing, angry make up sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink]

"don't you understand how stupid this all sounds, xavier? you're my boyfriend, for christ sake! why the hell would i make any sort of move on ajax?" i shout across the room as i slip my black converse on, looking over to my frustrated boyfriend, as he paces back and forth across the wooden floor, the boards creeking at each obnoxious step he took. "all he did was help me win that panda at the fair. he is obviously interested in enid, and has been your friend for years, so he'd never do anything to come on me, and you know i wouldn't allow it anyway!"

"you sure? because the way you hugged him when he handed you that prize said otherwise. what's next, he wins the poe cup in your honor? i don't fucking think so." xavier says, walking over to grab his keys and aggressively hand me my jacket. "i can't believe we have to go to that stupid dorm party tonight. i’m sure he's going to be eyeing you all night."

i roll my eyes and scoff, sliding my jacket on before opening the dorm’s tall door. "it's you that for some reason still wants to go. once again, no sense in making someone jealous when they don't want me in the first place. you're being ridiculous about this.”

he takes my hand as he locks the door, before walking down the hall with me and towards the next one, remaining silent during the five minute walk to ajax's dorm. our fingers were interlocked but the hold was fairly loose, as the two of us stared at the floor while we walked through the darkened hallway.

xavier and i had been together for a few months now, and while we rarely argued, jealously, and being overly possessive, seemed to be a pressing issue in our relationship. my boyfriend wasn't the kind to take other guys flirting with me lightly, and assumed that the smallest shit, like me literally hugging ajax, who was also my own friend, to be a sign of me returning affection that wasn't even there from either one of us in the first place.

upon reaching the dorm, xavier opened the door and greeted everyone with a smile on his face, sitting down on the bed aside yoko and enid. as i went to sit on his lap, he lightly nudged me off, which caused me to raise a brow, and plop down aside him instead.

"so, how was the carnival?" enid asked with a smile, looking around the room with excitement. "did you guys win any prizes? i got another shark plushie for my collection!" she pointed across the room to the giant mountain of stuffed animals against her window that was practically unable to be missed.

xavier rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "[y/n] won a panda, actually. it's super cute, if i say so myself, but it would be much cuter if i won it for her. isn't that right, ajax?"

ajax sighed, looking up to xavier awkwardly. "chill, bro. i happened to be at the booth and lended her a hand. she's not the best aimer when it comes to darts." he laughed in an attempt to ease the burning tension, but obviously, that made xavier way more amped up.

"she's also not the best when it comes to showing her friends affection. she's also not a big hugger, so she must have been really thankful for your help."

"xavier, quit it. you're being embarrassing at this point. i really don't want our friends thinking this of you, or our relationship." i frown, looking around the room of clearly uncomfortable guests while he nods, patting his hand on my thigh.

"you're right, baby. my fault." he says sarcastically, looking to enid. "i'm sure you had some sort of game for us to play, like usual?"

she nodded awkwardly, coughing to break the silence. "i did, xavier.. everyone up for truth or drink?"

everyone nodded, and we were thankfully, back into our normal routine as a group. back and forth, everyone went around with the bottle of cheap vodka passing from hand to hand as we each admitted something silly we were asked, or took a gulp of the horrifically smelling alcohol.

when it was xavier's turn, enid must have not thought her question through, because it sure got him riled up again.

"have you ever had a crush on someone else in the room besides [y/n]?" she asked, everyone muttering a small 'ooo' under their lips.

he chuckled, taking the bottle and placing it between his legs before looking to bianca. "obviously, enid. that lovely siren across the room from me."

bianca blushed softly, batting her blue-colored lashes before her cheeks flushed. "that's ancient history, xav."

that nickname slid smoothly out of her mouth, and boy, it stung me like a hornet. i held a fist aside my thigh to avoid letting anything slip out of my mouth, while i watched the encounter through a blank face. enid looked to me with pure panic on her face, as she mouthed an obvious 'sorry' while i merely nodded at her words. it's not like she was the one being a complete asshole about this, or blowing it insanely out of proportion.

"is it?" he answered with a wink, causing bianca to giggle loudly, as ajax interrupted the sinful flirting with a gesture towards xavier to grab the bottle of vodka, taking a hefty sip to prepare himself for the next few hours of pure torture for everyone except xavier, apparently.

the fact that he’d flirt with his ex in front of me to purposely make me feel jealous blew my mind. yeah, it worked, but this was on purpose. i knew he didn’t have feelings for her anymore, but he sure knew how to make it seem like it.

the next hour was complete and utter torture for me, as i watched everyone discuss the latest nevermore gossip and enid give a tour of her giant squish collection. as the night grew closer to midnight, i not only grew tired, but i was also ready to head back to my dorm and call it a night. it was best i didn’t speak to xavier tonight or crash at his place, because i really didn’t want my night to go further south than it already had.

“well,” i began, standing up and grabbing my phone, stuffing it into my pocket. “i think i’m gonna head back to my dorm, guys. it’s been fun.” i smile awkwardly, nodding to enid and giving her a soft thumbs up. “thanks for inviting me, i’ll see you in class monday.”

i turn around to walk out, shutting the door behind me before i speedily walk down the dark hallway with tears collecting in my eyes, reaching my dorm and upon shutting my door, i kick my shoes off and plop onto my bed, batting my eyes and wiping underneath them to calm myself and avoid any further embarrassment, even though i was now alone. while xavier did mean the world to me and i truly did love him, he could be a serious asshole at times.

i hear a knock on my door and i roll my eyes with a scoff, clearly aware of who was waiting for me on the other side. like i said before, i really didn't want to speak to xavier tonight, but he was really leaving me no choice.

i stood up and opened the door with a blank expression, allowing him to walk inside. i turn around, my hand still on the knob as i looked up to him with a frown.

"if you're just here to argue, then you might as well walk right back out this door." i say sternly and a bit flatly. "what you did at enid's was so embarrassing for not only you, but us. you know i didn't mean to make you upset, xavier, but you made me upset on purpose. you don't even like bianca, so why the hell would you pull that?"

xavier rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged lightly, walking over to sit down on my unmade bed. "look, i'm sorry, babe. i really didn't mean to make you that upset, i was just trying to make you feel the same way i felt."

i frown, walking over and sitting aside him, taking his hand and squeezing it softly. "our relationship isn't a competition. we need to talk things out before coming to conclusions, and also using other people to make someone else jealous? that's just fucked up."

"i'm sorry." xavier said quietly, resting his chin on the top of my head with a heavy sigh. "you know i love you."

"then act like it." i say coldly, looking up to him as i chewed on my bottom lip.

he pursed his lips together with a heavy sigh, pulling himself away from me before standing up, grabbing me by the ankles and pulling me down to where my back pressed against the mattress. he climbed on top of me and i lightly nudged him off, attempting to squirm out of his tall build.

“let me prove i’m sorry, baby, please..” he said quietly, pressing his lips against my neck while i continued to fight his touch.

he ran his tongue against my heated face until he landed at my mouth, pressing a soft kiss against my lips while his hand reached in between us to slide the waistband of my pants down.

i shook my head, kneeing him in the stomach, which quickly got him off of me.

“ouch!” xavier frowned, looking up to me as i got off the bed. “what is wrong with you, [y/n]?”

“what’s wrong with me?!” i turn to face him, my hands naturally throwing themselves into the air as my frustration only grew. “you’re the one who thinks i’ll just forgive you after we have sex.”

he sat up, sliding himself off the bed before walking towards me until my back was against the wall, with nothing but his hands sliding down my waist and to my ass, squeezing lightly before he leaned down to kiss my forehead.

“i didn’t say you had to forgive me, babe. just let me please you.”

i roll my eyes. “i would’ve been pleased if you didn’t throw a hissy fit tonight. now get away from me before i knee you where the sun doesn’t shine, xavier.”

he pulled away, holding his hands in the air and smirking down at me. “okay, fine. you wanna play that way, we’ll play that way.”

“what?” i quirk my brow. “what way?”

“the way where you pretend you don’t want me railing the shit out of you right now.” he smirked, taking my hand and pressing soft kisses against my knuckles. “i know you’re mad at me, but that doesn’t stop you from imaging what it would feel like to have me inside-”

“shut up.” i interrupt, pulling my hand away harshly before walking back to the bed. i sit on the side and cross my ankles as they hang above the floor. “you can leave now. seriously. maybe we should sleep this shit off.”

“gosh, [y/n], stop being so hardheaded.” xavier complains, walking up to me again before wrapping his hand around my neck, the other motioning down to press against my warmth through my pants, causing me to moan lightly.

a satisfied sigh slips from xavier’s lips as he steps closer, looking down at me as i avoided eye contact. “honestly, [y/n].. i’m not sure you’d be able to take my dick tonight.” he grinned, glancing down to the erection that was forming in his sweatpants. “i don’t know if you can handle me fucking you while i’m upset with you.” he slides down my pants to my knees, leaving me in my white panties, which were already covered with my wetness, despite how much i didn’t want to admit it.

“mind if i stretch you out a bit, baby?” he smirks, moving my underwear to the side before his thumb attached to my clit, rubbing softly and earning a heavy moan from my lips. he added one digit into my folds, fingering my softly as he began to open my walls up.

“you’re gonna take my dick so good, love.. i’m gonna make sure you’re mine tonight, and always, hm.. would you like that, baby?” he said softly, watching as he pumped his finger inside of me, while he gently added another.

i bite my lower lip, shaking my head slowly as i looked down between my legs. "you make this so complicated.."

"then fight it." he said back, raising a brow as i looked up to him with a shocked expression. "that seems to be your favorite thing to do tonight, right? fight?"

i scoff, rolling my eyes. "you're hilarious if you think i'm gonna fight this. go harder. you wanna fuck me mad, then prove it."

he nodded with a grin, tightening his fingers around my neck as his others finger fuck my dripping entrance. his digits curled within me, sending me into a loud moan as i looked down to watch his erection grow in his pants. his eyes glued against my entrance while he added another finger, making me yelp as all three fingers fucked me deep, stretching me out the more he pushed himself inside.

he pulled away once the bed began to hit the wall with each movement he made in me. he helped to flip me around, pulling my underwear down to the floor before sliding his own off.

"this doesn't mean i forgive you." i mutter, feeling his tip press against me before pushing inside. "i'm still angry."

"how about this," xavier began lifting my ass up on the bed and pressing my back down, pushing himself deeper inside of me, causing me to yelp as his balls hit my clit through one rough thrust. "less talking, more fucking. we'll talk about it in the morning."

i groan in annoyance, pressing my head against the pillow as i nod, sighing heavily. "fine. fuck me then."

"that's more like it." he leaned down to peck the back of my neck before his hands locked around my waist and he began to thrust, holding me tightly while he fucked me from the back, the two of us moaning in sync while the bed shook and the floor squeaked at xavier's every move.

"you're so wet, baby.. it's like you being mad at me just turns you on even more.. you gonna let daddy come in you tonight?" he cooed in my ear, pressing a kiss against my sweating temple. "i need to fill you up."

glancing up to him, i bite my lip and nod, small moans slipping off my lips as he pumped in and out of me, his hands traveling down to rest on my ass as he continued to thrust.

"you gonna answer me in more than a nod?" he said sternly, slowing down his pace as he leaned over to watch my facial expression drop.

my cheeks heated up and i sighed, locking eyes with him and nodding once again. "fine." i scoff, grinning softly. "fill me up, daddy. you wanna be so possessive over me, then prove it. make me yours."

"fuckkk.." he moaned at my words before starting a rhythm inside me again. his fingers gripping my ass cheeks with every thrust.

after a few more strokes, he wrapped one hand around my stomach before flipping me over, hovering over me and positioning himself once more.

"hold your legs." he said, watching as i took both of my ankles with each hand, holding them above me while my legs spread further and he slid inside of me once more. "i wanna be as deep inside you as i can be, love."

he slammed himself in and out of my walls, my legs shaking from the amount of stimulation he was filling me with. as xavier thrusted, i watched his face while he stared at my chest through my tank top, one of his hands trailing to slide underneath the shirt and to rub against my nipples, playing with the stimulated buds as he fucked me harder and harder.

"rub my clit, too. i wanna finish with you, xav." i demand, looking up to him as he nodded, moving his free hand to press against my skin, rubbing lightly as he worked himself up to even the stimulation out.

i moaned loudly the more his thumb press against the sensitive bud, and the more the knot in my stomach grew at his touch. god, no matter how mad i was at him, he sure knew how to make me reach an orgasm. every fucking time.

"i-i'm gonna - fuck - i'm gonna cum..!" i shout through staggered moans, my eyes closing as my back arches underneath me and i let go of my legs, both feet crashing onto the bed while xavier picks up his pace, closing his eyes as his orgasm grows closer as well.

i begin to buck my hips up, reaching over to grab his hand that was on my chest, interlocking our fingers together and squeezing his hand as we both reach our orgasms.

xavier moaned heavily, slowly pulling out of me before laying aside me. he cupped my cheeks, pulling me into a deep kiss. he smiled softly before taking my hand again.

"you still hate me?" xavier said with puppy dog eyes, taking me by the waist and pulling me closer to him. "because you're stuck with me, love."

"oh, fuck you." i kiss his cheek before slowly sitting up and pulling my top off. "fuck me again and maybe i'll hate you a little less."

"sounds good to me." xavier said before grabbing my waist and pressing me against the bed once again. he climed on top of me, kissing me once more. "i really do love you, though, [y/n]. i'm sorry about tonight. i let jealousy get ahead of me."

"hmm. how about this? less talking, more fucking." i copy his words from earlier, winking at him. "but i love you, too." i peck his lips in return, before pushing him down on the bed, and getting on top of him.

[ a/n: i also did want to mention i am back in classes and working more, so now so my posts may not be as frequent :'( nevertheless, please still share your thoughts and feel free to send me requests! ]

#x yn #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe x reader #x reader #xavier thorpe imagine #wednesday fanfic #netflix wednesday #wednesday series #smut writing #wednesday

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iaintlithuanian · 2 years

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Jealousy||Xavier Thorpe x f!Reader

Summary: Xavier and y/n both get placed to work in weathervane cafe for volunteer jobs day. Tho A feeling of jealousy slowly bubbles up in his stomach as Tyler began to low-key flirt with HIS girlfriend. Y/n being oblivious doesn’t realise what is happening, thus being confused at her boyfriends sudden change in attitude.

Warnings: jealousy?

Master list

A/n: this is my first time writing something so be warned! Also I’m dyslexic so sometimes I spell things wrong and I apologise for that feel free to correct me, it would help :).

REQUESTS OPEN!!

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You looked down at the card in your hand reading the words ‘weathervane cafe’ and wondered who you could get stuck with this time. You walked towards the cafe and saw Tyler as he was serving a customer. You never really liked Tyler, specifically because Xavier had warned you to stay away from him saying that he was bad news. He had never told you why tho.

Tyler looked up and saw you standing there, waiting to be told what to do. He came over and handed me an apron to put on. I pulled it over my head and then began to attempt to tie it at the back, then you heard the bell ring as someone walked in. Assuming it was just another costomer you didn’t bother turning around and continued to struggle with the string and tying it into a knot. Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands take ahold of the strings and tie it for you. You spun around and smiled at your boyfriend, Xavier, and muttering a thanks before pecking him on the lips and calling Tyler over.

“Hey Tyler, Xavier needs an apron” you called across the room. As Tyler went into another room, fetching another apron and passing it to Xavier. Both of them glaring at each other, somehow without you noticing. You smiled, “ so Tyler, what do you need us to do?” You asked.

“ uhh, can you go clean some tables, and pick up the cups left by customers?” He requested, mostly looking at you when speaking. You and Xavier both nodded and went to the back room to grab cleaning supplys. Xavier looked over to you and began to speak.

“I’m glad we got put together today, I don’t think I would be able to stand being around Tyler with anyone else.” He stated, looking at me with soft eyes. He was smiling, but you could tell that he was going to have a hard time being around Tyler. But you also knew that he would find it easier with you around, he always does.

“Well, he is technically like our boss right now, so keep your cool, please” You asked, but you knew that that was a big favour to ask of him.

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You had finished everything you was told to do and was waiting on Xavier to finish up too. In the meantime you spoke with Tyler. He was telling you a bunch of bad jokes that somehow made you laugh. “Okay, okay” he started ,”what do you call a deer with no eyes?” He asked, slightly chuckling. You had known the answer to this one.

“No-eye-deer” You faked confusion, giggling as you said it. He looked at me disappointed.

“Oh come on, you could have let me finish the joke!” He laughed.

You began to feel eyes burn into the back of your head and turned around to see Xavier glaring intently at the both of you. You sent him a sympathetic look and excused yourself from your conversation with Tyler. You walked over to Xavier, asking if he was finished halfway, only to receive a slight nod from him and a cold face. Confused, you just brushed it off and turned to Tyler, stating that’s e had both finished and was going to leave.

“ aw, why not stay for a coffee?” He asked, a different look overcoming his features. You didn’t recognise it, but you certainly didn’t like it. Politely you declined his suggestion and turned around to see that Xavier was gone.

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You had looked everywhere for your seemingly upset boyfriend, other than his art studio. So that was where you was headed. When you reached the door you heard faint music and immediately knew that he was in there. After knocking a few times you waited patiently for him to open the door.

After a bit of a wait and a few more knocks he finally opened the door. Looking down at you whilst leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed, and unamused look on his face. This was new, and you hadn’t liked it. “ can I come in?” You asked, slightly nervous of his answer.

He sighed, “ yeah” he replied half heartedly. His attitude was now getting on your nerves. He moved out of the way and sat back down at the table pushed against the wall. You closed the door behind you and stood beside him. He was drawing something but his arm was slightly covering it making it difficult to figure out what it was.

“Are you okay? You seem upset..” You questioned, worried about your boyfriend. He ignored you, continuing to scribble away, but more angry than normal, he seemed very tense. “Did I do something to make you angry?” I questioned again. No answer, but his jaw clenched. ‘Did you make him upset or angry?’ You thought, beginning to feel rather guilty.

“Why don’t you go hang out with Tyler?” He asked sarcastically, with a hint of anger in his voice. This remark left you confused. So you stood there, staring into space, wondering what he could have meant.

‘Oh!’ You thought, finally understanding the situation. “Xavier, are you jealous?” You asked, rather amused. The loud snap of a pencil answered your question perfectly. You grabbed your boyfriends tense shoulder, turning him to face you. You slightly massaged his shoulders at the same time. Slowley he looked up at you, finally locking his eyes with yours. You could see his eyes visibly soften. You hugged him. “ you have no reason to be jealous baby.” You whispered, and he stood up still hugging you. “ I’m yours, and yours only” you muttered.

“I know” he sighed. “But I just can’t help it. I don’t like the look he gives you.” He states, pulling away from the hug, letting his arms fall to your waist. “And especially because it’s him of all people that was making you laugh..” he looked down at you, sadness engulfing his face, but he smile slightly trying to cover it.

“You know.. you never told me what he did to you, can I know?” You requested, resting your head on his chest. He sighed in response.

“ Him and his friends jumped me one day, beat me up and then destroyed my mural I was making” he said. You looked up into his eyes and smiled sympathetically. You tiptoed and rested your foreheads together.

Finally he closed the gap between you both, your lips moled together, all the pent up emotion put into one kiss. You smiled against his lips. He mirrored your actions. After what felt like forever you both pulled back for air. “I promise not to take it out on you if I get jealous again” Xavier promised, pecking your lips to seal the deal.

“Good, talk to me about it instead next time” you giggled. Both of you stood there in each other’s arms. Enjoying each’s presence.

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #wednesday #the addams family #wednesday addams #x reader

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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Beast Anon back again xP I apologize for the late reply and I'm sorry to hear you were stressed. As always I would encourage you to take it easy where you can, friend :) I'm doing well, thank you for asking, and to answer your question, the reason I like those kinds of AUs and relationships isn't anything that complicated, I just...find them really wholesome ^^ With them, you're always guaranteed a certain level of fluff and slice-of-life goodness that's easy to imagine and can help get you through your day when you need that extra little bit of warmth in your day, ya'know? :D As for why I prefer it with some X-Men characters, well, I have two reasons. Firstly, with the multiverse being an extremely canon thing in Marvel, especially X-Men in this case, it makes the idea of these relationships and stories a kind of canon in themselves, and it's always so fun to explore that ^^ To explain that a little more and get into the second reason, when you're dealing with the X-Men, some of the most exciting and complex Marvel characters of all time, you know these situations are going to be more than just a daily routine, there's always going to be some twist/emotional adventure to explore along the way, and it adds a whole new depth to the situation. True, you could argue that to be the case with just about any fictional character but...c'mon, it's the X-Men! xD As for your soon-to-be recent viewing of the first two episodes of X-Men '97, I promise you a real treat, but, I am obligated to not spoil a thing ^^ Except this: OMG HANK FINALLY SAID THE THING!!! :DDDD

No worries, Beast Anon! I am glad to hear from you again, and there is no set time or need to respond immediately. What happens happens. And I finally started watching the first episode of X-Men 97 and so far, my thoughts are as follows:

• Roberto you sweet, poor child... You don't know the half of it-

• Who the f*ck is hiding Sentinel parts?! They're fr*cking HUGE, how does someone just move that around?! Someone knows something, how can you not when a single Sentinel arm is bigger than a car-!

• Go Morph! Mighty Morph-ling Power Ranger! (Well, X-Man)

• Wolverine, dude, please get over the love triangle; you and Scott were friends once, can you two get some team or friend therapy and try to talk about it for once?

• Where is the official team therapist? Nor the therapist friend, the actual certified therapist-

• Let the kids have fun!

• Roberto, they viewer-insert/new guy who is how everyone would react to the crazy shenanigans of the X-Men and Marvel

• Mr. Xavier, I am starting to believe you and Magneto really WERE more than friends, or were some form of QPR at the least

• And Magento is back! And more... oddly looking well for someone who is in their... 70s, I think? Wow. He's doing good (if you aren't counting losing his best bud and possible boyfriend, not to mention inheriting aforementioned friend's family, school, and property)

Aaaaand that is about how far I've gotten. I need to play a little catch-up😅😊

And now I really want to see Beast and Carla get together/have a secret date, watch Wolverine and Morph or Wolverine and Storm become a couple, get more Sabretooth and the Brotherhood in this show (please please please let them be brothers) (sorry fandom members who ship them, I view them platoncially!), hopefully they introduce Laura/X-23 at some point, someone let Rogue and Gambit get together, we know that is likely endgame, and yes yes yes Roberto can be Jubilee's friend (and maybe sibling?) (Whatcha wanna bet she's wanted one since the first year?)

And woo! Yes, platonic yandere genre! I get the points you've made: Platonic yandere could be canon in some way, and it's Marvel, so canon is a bag of 40+ flavor jellybeans and a 45+ flavor milkshake stand... Also, yes, X-Men add a certain flair to the platonic yandere trope. Surprise, super-poweree genetically enhanced people, and this random teen/young adult/child who they somehow procured. Que a normal Tuesday of crazy villains, more insane humans, some weird relationship issues and the break-up then make-up, and (gasp) surprise! You have been blessed with this new character to love! They're called Reader, they can be sweet at times, they are willing to use a metal bat as a weapon, and oh, and they are as addictive to y'all as catnip is to cats!

May I ask your top three favorite X-Men characters? Top three favorite heroes, and favorite villain, so four favorite characters? Do you enjoy how I write them (if I have written for them) as platonic yanderes? Do you want an older teen/adult cartoon or anime where the X-Men are platonic yandere over someone? I myself do, and I would have so manh ideas on it! Are there any duo platonic yanderes you like, where two team up over Reader or are both interested in the same one? (Ex. Rogue and Gambit, Kurt and Rogue, Wolverine and Sabretooth, etc.)

I hope you have a good night/day! I will hopefully get to the second episode of X-Men 97 tomorrow, and once the first season is finished for the series, I can add X-Men 97 to the X-Men media I will write for😊 (And if you want to discuss any if this more, I am all ears!)

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #xmen 97 #go beast anon go!

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xaviernottheprofessor · 2 years

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Not Ready for Hollywood Mentions of: @chris-grimaldi @djholt Time Frame: Earlier in the week. Notes: Xavier has his meeting with the studio.

“What’s your goal once you’ve gotten your feet wet in this industry?” Xavier looked over to Sadie as they waited for the elevator to stop at their floor.

“No one’s ever asked me that. Aside from Sylvia at our first meeting. I think she’s been too worried I’ll take her job someday but she’s pretty well known right now so that’s doubtful.” Sadie chuckled only to realize she was going on and on. “I’d like to do the same she does though. Someday.”

“Have you considered interning?” He smiled at Jason, Camila’s boyfriend and he gave him a nod of encouragement. They both felt kind of bad that they couldn’t brief Sadie into what was about to happen.

“I have but I need a sustainable income. My student loans are piling up and this is all I have right now until I find a company or person that will hire someone as green as me.”

“Well, you never know, Sadie.” The elevator dinged and Jason asked Xavier to allow him to step forward first and represent them. He looked over to Sadie and took her hand. “Whatever happens, I promise you’ll have a job after this.” It was all he could say and he hoped that Sadie wasn’t in cahoots with Dylan and Sylvia. He made sure to text DJ and let them know that ‘the eagle had landed’.

Sadie was confused and quite frankly a bit terrified. She never knew Xavier to be the type to pull a rug under someone and she had no reason to doubt his words to her but still, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Maybe it was because Dylan and Sylvia looked like had fired in their eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Mr. Mitchell…” The secretary sitting outside of producer’s office stood up and smoothed out her pencil skirt. “You’re early. Mr. Lancaster wasn’t expecting you until…”

“1:00 p.m.” Jason spoke up and then added, “My client has some matters to clear up before meeting with him so we thought we’d take care of all discrepancies before we went gung ho to sign any paperwork.”

“Oh, well, I have the contracts here with the negotiated amounts. Mr. Lancaster was hoping he’d review them before the meeting begins.”

“Thank you. I’ll take those.” And Jason did. He basically snatcthed them right under Sylvia’s nose and from the secretary, moving to sit in the corner to tab through the dozens of stipulations.

“Xavier, what’s going on? And why is Dylan here and why have you not answered my calls? That goes to you too, Sadie. I’m paying you by the hour so you better have a good answer for me.”

“Sadie is going to be working with me for now on and you can go. Both of you.” Xavier gestured toward Dylan both their eyes widened in complete shock.

“You can’t…you’ll be left with nothing, Xavier. Are you well?” Sylvia snapped back and Sadie stoof behind Xavier and beside Jason as if sandwiching herself between them would protect her.

“I doubt that. I think you were content with leaving me with nothing though. And content with tarnishing my name while you’re at it. I’ve had plenty of time to think about it hence the unanswered calls. You’re both fired. Sadie can stay…” He looked over his shoulder. “If she wants to.” Sadie nodded and took a seat in the waiting area.

At this point, the secretary took a seat, quickly picking up her phone to let Mr. Lancaster know he needed to take Mr. Mitchell and company in as soon as possible.

Not wanting to cause more of a scene, Sylvia and Dylan left but not without muttering how Xavier wasn’t ready for Hollywood.

“She doesn’t mean that…I mean, that’s not true.” Sadie whispered as she watched her old boss leave. How would she pay rent? It was the first of the month. Her heart and mind was racing.

“Oh yes she does and she’s secretly hoping I crash and burn. Sadie, don’t worry about your pay, I’ll match what she paid you plus a generous package. We’ll take care of all of that with Jason. I promise you.”

His words did help with spiraling but Sadie was now worried about her new boss and when the secretary called them all in, they stood up and waited for Jason to lead them.

“Mr. Mitchell! Aaandd company. Where’s Sylvia?” Mr. Lancaster asked for everyone to sit before he followed unbuttoned his jacket and sat down as well.

“I fired her.” Xavier stated so matter of factly.

Jason smirked and leaned in to point at the new salary for Obiwan. They both nodded and Xavier gave Sadie the thumbs up. “Mr. Lancaster, my client would like to accept the negotiation under a few minor changes.”

“Mr. Garcia. I had no idea you were representing Xavier. I had no idea he needed representation.”

“Oh let’s not be coy. We all know that our client was about to be paid way below his range by this studio which I was very surprised to see considering we’ve been working closely with other actors. So, let’s not beat around the bush. He takes this compensation package, signs a salary letter now so the studio can go back to filming if his first episode salary gets equally distributed to administrative and janitorial staff that are making below their salary grade. And if other actors in minor roles are also compensates fairly at their salary grade as well. There’s no reason why grade 5 actors should have major disceprensies but there are. And I found other coincidences but unless you want a major lawsuit here, I think we can fix this before it becomes something it doesn’t need to.” Jason placed the contract on the desk.

“And how long do we have to consider these requests?” Mr. Lancaster pressed a finger against the bound paperwork.

“You have until Friday or you lose a client and you’ll get a proper subpoena from me. This isn’t intimidation, sir. I hope you understand we have plenty of proof that supports our suspicions. I was hoping we can sign today but I understand you need to gather your thoughts. Let’s go, Xavier. Sadie?”

They both stood up and Xavier grinned at Mr. Lancaster. “I really hope to do business with you soon.” He buttoned up his own jacket and waited for Jason to leave his card.

“Please reach out to me first and if you plan on discussing with my colleagues, your lawyers, have them jog over to my desk this week.” Jason grinned and placed his card on the desk as if the studio already didn’t know his work.

As they left the office, Xavier sighed, letting out a breath he had been holding since arriving. “They’re going to lawyer up.”

“They are but we’ll be ready. Let Ms. Holt know of the progress we’ve made. I have a feeling you’re going to be making history, Xavier. Sadie? Would you ride with me so I can draw up your salary letter?”

Sadie nodded and turned to thank Xavier but he had already started his slew of phone calls. Jason held the elevator for her and she kept her smile the entire time. “He’s wonderful.’

“He is.” The girl had an obvious cursh on Xavier but his friend was a little too preoccupied in other things and people. “So tell me…did you have personal time and benefits with Ms. Rodriguez?”

Xavier pulled up his phone and sat in the waiting room a little longer. He had to be back at the studio to film with Chris soon but for now, he had to wrap up some last minute things.

#(para.)#Para: Hollywood

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ars3n1c-101 · 2 years

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HELP?? MY BOYFRIEND LOOKS LIKE XAVIER THORPE FROM WEDNESDAY ??

LIKE THIS MFER ? LOOKS LIKE MY BOYFRIEND. MY BOYFRIEND HAS LONG BLONDE HAIR AND HAS A SIMILAR FACE SHAPE? I WONT SHOW MY BOYFRIEND CAUSE THATS AN INVASION OF HIS PRIVACY AND MINE TBH, BUT YOU HAVE TO TAKE MY WORD FOR IT

DID I MENTION XAVIER IS MY FAVOURITE CHARACTER FROM THIS SHOW AS OF CURRENTLY? [ I’m Episode 3 so no spoilers ]

#xavier thorpe #Xavier #why does Xavier look like my boyfriend help?#help?#why?#Thorpe #wednesday #wednesday addams #Xavier and Wednesday #netflix

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unknownjpegs · 2 months

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red string

Mouse likes her.

Which is fucking rare because Mouse doesn’t like people by default—they have to earn her trust, her companionship, a single kind word even. And this little tech should do nothing more than bother Mouse. Which she does at first. Because she’s so fucking shy. Tucks into herself when working, lets her dark blue hair fall in front of her glasses. Uses hand gestures to get her point across more often than not, nearly cries when she knocks off a drum cymbal, actually does cry when someones temporarily misplaces some vital piece of tech that puts the whole show together.

Mouse should hate her. Hates weak people. Hates people that let themselves get walked over, hates shy little martyrs. Oh, look at me, I’m just so soft and meek. Aren’t I so much better than everyone? They make her claws come out, not playful and sweet like they are when hooked into Ewan’s soft skin, but nasty and mean. Draw blood. Hurt people.

But one day, someone fucked up a cable; just before a show and this person was so notorious for fucking up, had been grating nerves since day one, just kept getting away with it because sometimes on tours, people slid under radars because everything went so fast. But Nomi—pretty, small, shy, neurotic, awkward, Nomi—just lost it. Shoved them with both hands to their chests, you fucking tosser, you have any idea how expensive this cable is? You know we’re going to have to get this posted to us? Overnight mailin’, yeah? You think you can walk into a store and get this off the rack? You ruin this show, I’ll have your head off.

And Mouse had stared, with big eyes, thinking, oooooh, that’s why Matilda likes you.

So they become friends. Fall into that easy, because Mouse goes from lifting her nose around her and sneering to hunching down to her level as she works. Mouse tucks her pretty blue hair behind her ears and grins at her and asks what kind of coffee she wants some errand boy to pick up. She starts helping chuck the electronics around (“Oh, careful, Mouse, please be careful) and her and Nomi become real friends, real friends.

Which is why it isn’t surprising when the two find themselves secluded after a show. There’s a bit of an after party raging between all the bands, something loud and obnoxious and full of alcohol and weed. Ewan’s down for the count in the tour bus, which Mouse is happy for. Not because she doesn’t want to see him (she does, she does, she does) but because she likes when he avoids the mess. The alcohol, he can’t do, and all the drugs make her nervous someone might place a beer in his hand anyway, without thinking. And one always becomes more for him…

And she’s admitting this to Nomi, explaining it to her as they sit outside the venue. The blue haired tech runs cold, so she’s got Ewan’s jacket on, which Mouse had stolen earlier in the night. His jean jacket smells like him and something spicy, masculine and nice. Mouse puts her nose to the shoulder, Nomi laughs and ruffles her short, choppy hair. They talk about Ewan—they talk about Xavier and Benji and how obvious they are. Mouse talks about how happy that makes her and how jealous it makes her. They talk about movies and anime and they talk about music. They talk about Nomi’s boyfriend, that big Dancer and how sweet he is, how safe he is, how kind and handsome.

It’s natural, when the conversation sort of goes there.

“I think I knew when I was ‘round eight?” Nomi has the sleeves of the jean jacket folded over her hands, tucking them in to keep herself from going chilly. She says it, in that posh accent, chil-ay. Mouse tries not to let the smoke from her cigarette bother her, swatting it away and up into the night air. “Like, it’ll sound real cliche—and it really is, but,” Nomi leans in, bumping against her and grinning. “But, my dad wanted me to play sports. He wanted me to be a lad’s lad. Wanted me to get all big an’ tough—get friends, because didn’t really have any.”

Mouse can’t picture Nomi as anything other than she is now, but she tries to conjure an image of an eight year old version. Scrawny, awkward, friendless. Mouse has to clear her throat because it feels suddenly tight and she flicks the cigarette away even though it isn’t finished.

“Well, that didn’t work out,” Nomi continues with a sigh. “And then by the time I was maybe eleven, twelve? The way I dressed, or the way I kept my hair, or the music I listened to.” She tucks her knees up close to her chest, hands around her shins. “After that, he stopped trying so hard. He just sort of went, well,” she clapped hands on her shins. “Son’s a faggot, yeah?” And Nomi laughs, but Mouse feels like she’s been slapped by the word. She feels such a physical reaction to it, for a moment, she’s dizzy at how casual Nomi has just said it. And then she feels sad. Just purely sad, this bleak, oppressive sensation because, Nomi must have just heard it so often that the word lost its meaning.

Blue, flower, refrigerator, faggot, grass, highway. Lost it’s meaning, amongst it all. But did it ever stop hurting, Mouse wonders. Lost it’s meaning, but not its burn?

“Got worse when I started taking estrogen. And then it didn’t get worse or better—just stopped altogether.” Her blue hair has fallen forward again, so Mouse launches herself toward her, tucking hands into that hair and brushing it back. Nomi’s pale eyes are widened, staring at her as she does it.

I hate mine too, Mouse wants to say. I hate my dad, I wish he was dead, it would be easier if he was dead. But she doesn’t, because this is about Nomi. And she knows sweet fucking Nomi would let her rail road the entire conversation to talk about her own dad; did you know he almost made me join the navy? But, there’s a time to commiserate and a time to just listen. And Mouse wants to listen, because she has a feeling Nomi needs to talk. So instead of saying anything, she just cups cheeks.

“Wish—” Nomi clears her throat, rolls her eyes and laughs. “Wish I didn’t think about it so much, right? You get that, yeah? Wish it just weren’t a thing.” Mouse feels so instantly reflected, so peered into, mirrored it makes her feel light headed. In love. “Like, I started transitioning because I didn’t want to be—well, am not a man, right? But, then there’s this side of it all—this big, now I’m a girl that I don’t agree with either. Other people tucked me into that box.”

“Wish I could be both,” Mouse admits, smiling.

“Exactly,” Nomi agrees, her lips twitching up, brows pinching in. Her big round glasses have slid all the way down to the tip of her nose, making her look owlish. “Yeah, like—or neither and be—”

“Nothing.”

“Or just be Nomi.” They’re hugging, almost awkwardly, because Mouse is mostly kneeling on the cold ground outside the still very alive venue. And Nomi’s legs are still tucked up, so her knees are basically sandwiching Mouse’s cheeks and making her look squished and funny. “And you’d just be Mouse. And people would just fuckin’ shove off and stop caring.”

“And what the hell are you two doing without me?”

It’s Matilda, all tall and beautiful and haloed by the venue light spilling through the door she’s slipped through. Both of them stare up at her and Mouse feels, in that moment like she can read Nomi’s mind. It’s saying, I love you, big and bold and loud and happy. It’s saying, Matilda. Just that, because she’s their friend, both of theirs, and all three of them get to be friends now. All three of them share a thing that makes them hurt sometimes, or feel weird or stutter around or embrace or feel euphoric in, feel proud about. Mouse feels that thread, slipping through Matilda’s collarbone, winding around bones and through Mouse’s ribs and around to Nomi’s spine, getting all tangled together. The strings red and beautiful.

Mouse sighs dramatically, taps her temple into Nomi’s forehead.

“We were talking shit on you.”

“Proper shit, like, really hate that nail color on you, babe,” Nomi says in a snarky, mocking voice. Matilda uses her long legs to step between them, pry them apart and simply sits on either one of them. Her long arms wind around both their shoulders, her head inclining toward Nomi but her hand yanking a bit on Mouse’s short choppy brown hair.

“Fuck you both,” she says fondly, sighing it out.

“No, like, wasn’t kidding, Til, I think you should let me do your nails.”

Which makes all three of them laugh their way to the tour bus. Stumble inside, where Ewan sits with his acoustic guitar, raising brows at them. Has the trio stopping to stare at him until they once again dissolve to secretive, shared giggling behind hands until they disappear into the back of the bus.

#writing #hj #2023 #band au #mm #nw #mmr

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bbrissonn · 2 years

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summary of bordy’s new (but kinda old) podcast

warning, this was a 2 hour long podcast so this is about to be veryyyy long :) hope you all enjoy!

this was filmed at 11:05 am either on february 16th or the 23rd, bords only had one class that day

they practice at 3:00pm

only has 4 classes per sessions/ term

called briss “one of my best buds”

wouldn’t mind joining the caa once he retires, also said it’d be nice to do something with briss once they both retire (boyfriends af)

briss does not know how to speak french, he might understand it but bords didn’t say anything about that

but, if bords is ever on the phone with his dad (seb) briss will say 2-3 swear words (little delinquent)

says his dad talks in a france french accent in interviews, and bords’ thinks it’s funny but also thinks “what are you doing?”

listens to his dad’s podcasts and learns new things about him, and vice-versa

bordy knew how to speak german when he lived in switzerland, but doesn’t anymore

people in quebec would make fun of him for his france french accent, his quebec accent would back at the end of the summer, and then people in switzerland would make fun of him for that. called it a “lose lose situation”

misses switzerland a lot, and wants to take his kids there one day

talks for like 10-20 minutes of switzerland and just stuff related to that

would play on outdoor rinks

if it rained, they’d still play with water on the ice

coaches kids during the summer

says it’s very more competitive in quebec than in switzerland

how hockey worked for him in europe was that they’d go to a rink in the middle of the woods, there’d be 16 teams, 8 games of half ice per day, shifts of 1 minutes and they had 6 players on their team

thinks montreal fans are the worst in the nhl (buddy i agree)

when he came back to montreal, his dad wanted him to play peewee instead of atom to have more ice time

they came back to montreal because his mom had a good job offer here

they talked for a couple of minutes of christian dubé, he’s the reason why seb went to play in switzerland

had mixed feelings when his parents told him they were moving to quebec

what shocked him the most when they moved back was the parents

the parents were jealous of him and kinda talking shit because he was playing a level higher

it got so bad to the point where his dad couldn’t seat with the parents of the team because of their comments

they’d say things like “what is he doing on the ice?” as in “why is he there and not my kid” (poor little guys was 10-11 hearing those things from his parents :()

was coached by his grandpa when he player midget AAA (personally, this part about his grandpa his my fav)

looked up a lot to xavier parents even if they were close friends

parents would say that he’s only on the ice because the coach is his grandpa (stupid quebec parents)

his dad was really though on him when he played midget AAA, while his grandpa would be more disappointed in him

said him and his dad would yell at each when they’d get home from his games, his mom would try to make them stop but she eventually gave up

said that his dad being that though helped him be more constant with his game and it’s the reason why his expectation for himself are very high

his second year playing midget was harder because he got a lot more ice time and a lot of the players were nice to him, but talked shit behind his back

said going to the play in the states instead of the LHJMQ would be like a restart for him, which was nice because of the whole situation with his grandpa being his coach

chirps his dad and grandpa a lot

my favourite part of the podcast that i totally recommend going to listen to even if you don’t understand french is from 55:53 to 56:06 just because of the way he says “c’est vrai qui est fucking vieux man” very hot

his grandpa taught him how to handle his emotion at a young age, which helped a lot with the recent event of the last 2 years

he knew at like 15-16 that he wanted to play college hockey in the states because BU had approached him, he watched a couple of hype up videos on youtube and decided he wanted to play at that level in a couple of years

he went to a lot of showcase so prep schools could see him

he was either going to the ushl or northwood (a prep school in vermont) when the ntdp approached him in january of 2018

the ntdp found out about him because of jim hughes, he had stayed with them one summer in toronto for his training

jim had never seen bordy played but still recommended him to the program

he got invited to a camp with 40 other guys, who had all done mutliple other camps to get there, so he just showed him in the middle of it, people were very confused

bordy said “they were all like: the fuck, who is he? he barely speaks engish, are you joking?”

quinn guided him a lot and jack had told him “call me a week before the camp so i can tell you what you need to do, how to act and other stuff like that”

after the first game of the camp, the program asked him to be apart of the team

his dad’s answer was “we’re gonna home, think about it, talk to the mom about it too.” and bordy’s answer in his head was “no no no say yes right now”

they’re treated like nhl players

from monday to friday they were 2 hours- 2 hours and a half on the ice, then 2 hours in the gym. their days were from 6 am - 6 pm

said it was a bit depressive, but that it helped him develop an work ethic

during their u17 year, they play against ushl teams, so 18-20 y/o, they get pushed a lot.

they only got 10 wins in 40 game during their u17 year, and that’s considered a good first year with the program

u18 they played half the season against ushl teams, which are a lot easier than the year before, but play the other half against college teams, so 18-24 y/o

from the first day of camp, the program told them what all they were gonna do for the next 2 year, was put then in a failing situation, like that’s all they’re gonna do, to see how they answer

they were much more of a grinder team, because that was the only way they’d be able to win

there was a guy at the ntdp called kirk (i think), he was an ex-military, he got fired during bordy’s second year because he punched one of the players in the stomach and it made said player throw up (crazy man)

said player was peterson who plays at BU

when he called jack form advices, the advices were mainly about how to get kirk to like him

jack said he was gonna asked the player who has a dual-citizen, jack said not to raise your hand because it was a trap and kirk would yell at you that you were only an american now

jack’s advices worked pretty well since kirk liked bordy a lot and was pretty soft with him

bordy was gonna go play the u18 tournament with the 01′s but he wasn’t allowed because he hadn’t lived in the us long enough to go to an iifh tournament, so matty went instead

he talks a lot to cole, zegras, york and turcs

he talks a lot with cole about montreal, they both had a feeling that the next season (21-22) wouldn’t be the same so they only talked about positive things during cole’s playoff run

but this year they had a lot more deep conversation and emotional

he said it was hard on cole when he got sent down to the ahl, especially seeing all of his friends do well and because people thought he was gonna win the calder

coley likes that marty’s here now

when cole was out for dinner the night before toffoli got traded, they were talking about when bords would be coming back to montreal and if cole would still be there, bordy went to sleep while cole was still at dinner, and he woke up the next morning with a text from cole about toffoli

cole looked up a lot to toffoli, since toff is a righty and scores a lot, so he saw himself in him

he didn’t go to the 2021 wjc because he was rooming with beech, and father john got a fake positive. they made the team thursday night, and they were leaving for edmonton saturday night. his wingers changed a lot throught the camp, he got a lot of responsibilities on the second pp, important faceoffs, the pk, he was very excited for the tournament.

he was gonna go to the tournament with boldy and cole, the second line and he was very happy about it.

friday morning, at like 5 am, they get a call on the hotel phone, bordy thought it was a bad wake up call for he declines it. they call again and it’s the doctor asking to talk to beech. they thought something happened to his family or something because they had been staying in their bubble for like 2-3 months, never broke it at michigan, so they never thought it’d be about covid.

their things were waiting for them outside the arena at 7 am and they had to drive back to aa and quarantine. bordy got kicked out even if he didn’t test positive because beech was his roomate

but beech was laying in the same bed as zegras, cole, boldy, turcs, knighter, watching a movie the previous night, so everyone else would have covid too. so they asked to get tested as soon as they got back to campus, and they ended up both testing negative multiple times. but since the iifh rules were if you get one positive you’re out and you can’t come back

his reaction was to call pat brisson to know if there was something they could do for him to go since he never tested positive, bordy told them “we can say that i wasn’t his roommate so that i can go”

he was crying on the phone with his parents, and when he found out there was no way for him to go to the worl juniors, he told him his mom to book a flight for him right away.

he said it was pretty nice to be with his family, friends and his girlfriend, but he was only there for 5-6 days

so when he was back in michigan he was all alone in his house, since matty was in edmonton and i suppose truss was with his family.

said it was a very hard time for him, and gave himself hope for the next year (silly boy)

said it was hard to watch the games, especially since they won gold.

him and the podcast dude both think it was very stupid that team usa didn’t give them individual rooms, but this year they were.

now wjc of this year... oh boy this is a ride

about a week before he had to leave for camp, kent tested positive. everyone was being very careful in the room, wearing their maks. all of the usa boys were careful and bordy thought that since they all did the same thing, none of them would test positive.

but bordy forgot that the friday before kent tested positive, he saw kj walking back from yost and offered him a ride. kj accepted, got in the car, and bordy drove him home. this is where he would’ve gotten covid.

so he got covid for being a nice person, how fun!

but the weird thing is, he didn’t test positive until the saturday they needed to leave, and even weirder, matty didn’t get covid when they lived in the same house

said this time was a lot harder and a much darker period of his life, he was in montreal for like 10 days, but it didn’t make him feel much better. it was a very hard time for him

he isn’t making himself any hope for this summer, he’s telling himself that there isn’t anymore world junior, and that if it happens then it happens.

said the hardest part was that is name would never in a world junior roster

it was his 3rd big tournament that he missed because of covid.

he gave himself hope that he could go to the olympics when it was annouced that nhl players wouldn’t be going, which he regrets very much

he hadn’t played a game in like a month and didn’t have an amazing first half of the game when they made the olympic team

so it was just more shit added on to more shit, and it was very hard for him.

said from when he tested positive to early february was a very though, dark and hard time for him

when the wjc got cancelled it made him feel a little better about it

the sharks helped him a lot throughout the whole situation, telling him that it wasn’t the end of the world and he’d still have a career

he’s had a sports psychologist since his second year midget, so 14-15

but since january he’s had a psychologist, to find a way to just feel good about life in general

they did a little “trivia” like the podcast dude said one of the boys’ name and bordy had to say what impresses him the most about said player on and a weird things about them off the ice, here’s how it went:

kj, on the ice: his hands, off ice: he doesn’t know how to eat, like his fork his like a shovel, bordy can’t eat next to him, says his face is in his plate.

op, one the ice: overall, off ice: there’s nothing else in his life other than hockey, could watch 4 games at the same time, you can’t separate him and kj. they always eat the same thing as well (now this is goals)

marty: one ice: his engine, he runs on 3 hours of sleep, candy and soda/pop/soft drinks but can do a 5 minute shift full out off ice: bordy calls him turbo because matty always need to do the most of everything, ike if the guys say they’re going out for dinner he’s like “can i come? where are you guys going? when are you leaving?” (explains why he had an ‘a’ this year)

briss, on ice: natural sniper, bordy’s a playmaker and briss finishes, we sadly didn’t get an off ice info about briss, but from another podcast bordy did with matty, briss is a shit starter

lukey, on ice: his skating, it’s very easy for him to skate, off ice: awkward. described him as the guy that you can laugh about all day because it’s easy to, and if the boys are saying jokes and they’re just adding on to the joke, luke would be the one to say the thing that’s just not funny anymore. he’s a comic relief but he doesn’t know it

said that having a dad that played in the nhl helped him a lot since he could him prepare for what’s to come

seb gave him advice like be nice to your equipment manager because the person needs to like you

like things that someone would learn at 20-25, he learned at 16 because of him

his dad was more of a foreward, while bordy’s more of a two way player

his dad was more of a scorer, and bordy’s more of a playmaker

when he was younger, his teammates dad would give their own son a lot of shit because they didn’t score or something, but it was different for him because his dad knew hockey a lot better than those other dads

and he had no arguments against his dad because he played in the nhl

said his grandpa still thinks he’s 14 in his head (he being paulin) and still goes rollerblading for like 2 hours

here’s the story behind his hand tattoo, his dad gave him a bracelet which had those words on it when he worked with the habs when bordy was 16. bordy lost the bracelet so he got it tattooed

his dad is starting to think he has enough tattoos, his mom gave up on making him stop

he wants more tattoos, but his parents think he’s had enough

wants to get something tattooed about his kids-- (HE’S A FAMILY MAN NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND)

#thomas bordeleau #i've probably listened to this podcast like 10 times--

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lanawinterscigarettes · 3 years

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Big Trauma Can Come In Small Packages (Xavier Plympton x reader)

Description: when a package arrives for you in the mail, you're reminded of someone from your past who you'd rather forget

A/N: this is actually based on a personal experience that happened to me a little bit ago, so I decided to write a comfort fic for myself with my baby Xavier to help me cope lmao. Enjoy <3

Warnings: insinuations of childhood trauma, mentions of daddy issues/toxic parenting, hurt/comfort, swearing

You always loved getting packages in the mail. Even if you already knew what they were because you ordered them yourself, it still felt nice to get a gift every once in a while.

That's why when you got a message on your phone saying there was a package waiting for you at the post office and all you had to do was pick it up, you were ecstatic. You were curious to see who it was from, since you didn't remember ordering anything offline recently.

You texted your boyfriend Xavier and asked him to pick it up on his way home from the aerobics studio, to which he replied with a thumbs up and kissy face emoji. A couple of hours later he arrived at your shared apartment with the box in hand.

"Ooh, I wonder what's inside," you said enthusiastically as you carefully shook it, trying to guess what was in it.

"I dunno babe, I'm just as confused as you are," he said as he propped himself up against a pillow on the couch.

"Who could this possibly be from?" You questioned as you quickly ripped open the package to find a small jewelry box inside. Carefully opening the lid, you saw a heart shaped necklace with the words engraved daddy loves you on it inside.

"Maybe you have a secret admirer. Who else would be sending you jewelry?" He joked as you quickly snapped the lid shut before grabbing the box it came in.

"I thought this address looked familiar, this is from my parents place," you muttered to yourself as you examined the return address.

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"No, no it's not." You threw the jewelry box across the room before bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. Burying your head in your hands, you tried to silence the choked sobs you could feel trying to escape your throat.

"Babe?" Xavier hesitantly asked as he slowly got up from the couch and walked over to you. "Are you okay?"

You shook your head no as tears started to roll down your cheeks. He crouched down beside you on the floor and gently set his hand on your shoulder.

"Hey," he spoke softly, trying not to make you anymore upset than you already were. "What's wrong?"

"It's my stupid fucking dad," you spat as you tried to control your rage. "He thinks that by sending me some stupid fucking necklace it'll make up for all the years of neglect and abuse. Fucking asshole."

You balled your hands up into a fist as you imagined hurting him physically the way he'd hurt you mentally and emotionally. It wouldn't change anything, but it sure would feel nice.

Xavier wasn't sure what to do as he wasn't used to you acting like this. You were normally the one comforting him whenever he was reminded of his past trauma, not the other way around.

He didn't have much experience with taking charge, but he knew he would have to try in order to get you to calm you down. Besides, him seeing you this upset over something so small that reminded you of your past absolutely broke his heart.

"Hey now," he tried comforting you as he wiped the tears from your face. "Just try to forget about him, okay? I know it won't be easy, and that I'm probably asking a lot, but you don't need him anymore. You got out. You're no longer trapped in your childhood home, dependent on him to take care of you. You're free."

You sniffed as you looked up at him. "You know what, you're right. I don't need him anymore. He means nothing to me, and even if he does want to makes amends now why should I care? He ruined that chance when he destroyed my trust and broke my heart."

He wrapped his arms around you as he let you get out all of your bottled up emotions. You were glad he was there for you, not to pass judgment or butt in with his own opinion but to simply listen.

After you had calmed yourself back down he led you over to the couch and wrapped you up in a blanket before handing you the remote.

"Here, choose something for us to watch while I order some takeout." He gave you a kiss on the forehead before pulling out his phone and dialing the takeout place's number.

You put on some cheesy reality show and snuggled deep into the couch as you took a deep breath. You couldn't change what happened in the past, but you knew that together you and Xavier could work on building a bright future.

Taglist: @langdonsoutpost @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl @taecube @blkroyalty1 @corn3liiia

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the-sugar-crash · 2 years

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I have an idea- and it won't go away

So.

Huxley x Xaiver X Hudson X Listener/reader

Idk how I came up with this..

Hello! Thanks for the request! I'm sorry it took a little bit, but here ya go :)

I decided to use the Freelancer as the listener character, mostly because it makes the most sense. Also I’m playing with time a little bit. Inversion never happens! Everyone is fine and happy and alive. Why? Because I'm the god of the page, and I don't like being sad.

CW: none

Honestly? I love this

So Huxley and Xavier obviously met through the team and at practice during Huxley’s first year.

I’m pretty sure Xavier is a year above him, so he could have helped show Huxley the ropes/give him any pointers and stuff like that

They get together after their first season playing together

They’re cute together

They don’t have very many planned dates, but Huxley will of course take Xavier on hikes when they have the weekend off

But they don’t really need to plan many dates, because so much of their schedule lines up between classes and team practice

They do have little gym dates tho

They work out together and then get smoothies

I love them

Also!! Captain and vice Captain? As boyfriends???

I’m obsessed.

Huxley and the FL meet the same way they normally do

The two of them are quick to become friends, and as they get closer, the FL starts to develop a little crush

But when Hux mentions he has a boyfriend, they just do their best to accept it and be happy for him

But he ends up inviting the FL to the team’s summer barbecue that Xavier hosts

The FL is a little nervous, especially because Huxley keeps talking about how excited he is to introduce them to Xavier

“It will be so cool to have two of my favorite people in one spot, you know?’

They mingle for little bit before someone in the crowd catches Huxley’s eye and he calls them over

The FL can’t help but feel a little jealous as they watch him light up and wave one arm above his head

But they become a little distracted when they see who Hux is waving at

He’s hot (ironic)

They both are

Once they man was close enough, Hux moved to greet him

All Huxley said was ‘Kiss?’, and when the other man nodded, Huxley kissed his cheek before turned back to the FL to introduce him

They have a similar conversation to the one they have in Xavier’s first video, and they tell each other how highly Huxley talks about them

They all hit it off, and a couple months later, they talk it through and decide to try dating

It’s going really well, and about half a year later, the E&E games tryout start

Huxley and Xavier know they wanna try out, but the FL is slightly hesitant

But they (as well as Lasko, Damien, and Gavin) help encourage them to at least try

So they all sign up to tryout

That’s where they all meet Hudson

He has to spend most of his time up in the booth, so he doesn’t get to interact with the competitors very often

But he does have a great view of the arena between the view from his box and the tester feed on the cameras.

He gets to see all of the tryouts, which is where he catches sight of Huxley, Xavier, and the Freelancer

There’s no denying they’re all extremely attractive, and not to mention powerful

He had to refrain himself several times from mentioning how hot they all look while he’s practicing their introductions during the tryouts

But when they have a break in between groups to reset the field, he decides to walk down to the competitors area

No reason of course, he just wanted to stretch his legs

He walks around for a little bit, but when he doesn’t see any of them he thinks he missed his window

But just before he heads back to his booth, he spots them

All of them actually

The three of them are standing together laughing at something

Hudson isn’t sure if it’s good luck or bad luck that all of them are standing together, but he decides to go for it and introduce himself anyway

They’re all very friendly (and even cuter up close)

They were just about to leave to get lunch, and they invite Hudson to come with them

And the rest is history.

Set up is over, now into same random relationship head canons

I fully believe that both Hudson and Xavier like to sing in the shower, so expect to hear them from down the hall

Especially Hudson if he isn’t paying attention, he can get a little loud on accident (get your head out of the gutter)

But that also means he cheers the loudest at his boyfriend’s games

Huxley and Xavier don’t mind, but the people sitting around Hudson and the FL certainly do

Eventually the school offers to let him announce after they receive so many complaints

He’s usually a very fair announcer, but he will occasionally talk about Huxley or Xavier for slightly too long

He’ll sneak the FL into the booth with him when he can so they don’t have to sit by themself in the stands

Plus they bring him snacks from the concession stand

After each game the four of them go out for dinner together, usually at a small diner that’s on the way back to the apartment

Idk I just really like the mental image of all of them sitting in an old fashioned diner booth drinking milkshakes

Just like how Hudson and the FL show up to Huxley and Xavier’s games, everyone will also go visit Hudson while he’s DJ-ing

He is technically working, so they can’t socialize with him as much, but they will come up to say hi and bring him water and snacks from the bar

He appreciates it, and he makes sure to put a couple of his partners’ favorite songs into the mix

And if the FL has anything, you bet the boys are showing up to cheer them on however they can

Xavier is the best cook of the couple

Huxley is pretty good when it comes to grilling food, but he’s never been the best at actual cooking, and Hudson probably used to eat a lot of microwave food and ramen

So Xavier cooks, Huxley grills, the FL bakes, and Hudson is in charge of taste testing

It’s a solid system

I’m not sure what I imagine Hudson to look like, but Huxley and Xavier both have a fair bit of muscle on them, which means two things

Good hugs. And good cuddles

None of the boys are morning people, so lazy mornings are an often occurrence

Except of course when there’s an early morning practice, but other than that they don’t want to leave the bed before 10am

Huxley has tried to drag the whole group on a hike, but finding a tent that was big enough for all of them was a little troubling

They all promise to take turns caring the tent, but Hux or Xavier always somehow end up with it

But it’s a great way for them all to take a break when their schedules line up

Huxley gets them all matching camel backs to take with them on these hikes, and the FL labels all of them, putting each person’s name with a little heart next to it

Also just imagine the drive up

Hudson likes to make playlists, so he’ll make one every time he knows they’ll be in the car for a while

(the four of them have a family plan on Spotify, so Hudson can keep an eye on what everyone is listening to lately, so he makes sure his playlists are always up to date)

He takes his job very seriously

Hux and Xavier usually sit in the front, mostly because it’s a lot more comfortable than trying to squeeze in the backseat

But Hudson will usually be leaning up over the center console so he can play with the radio or the bluetooth

Idk why, but I don’t imagine him as the best driver, so he usually stays in the backseat

The FL isn’t a bad driver, but they really only drive if the other two are tired

Okay but picture this; they’re driving back home after a weekend trip, and the FL and Hudson fall asleep in the back seat, each of them leaning against the other, so Huxley and Xavier carry the other to up to bed, and they all fall asleep in each other’s arms

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loousir · 3 years

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[Merman] Close up Shots

Popular Octomer Male x Photographer Male Reader Part Two

Cassian

Warnings: Tentacle boy do be flirting again, some physical affection with said tentacles, nakey Cass for a little, talking about how he shifts from octo to human

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2 of 7 The Seven Sins Series

Masterlist | Part One | Part 3 |

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About a week past since you had last seen Cassian. The festival was coming up tonight so as a mental preparation, you decided to go for a walk along the beach. You had your bag and camera with you as you walked along the coast line, snapping the occasional picture here and there.

Before you had even realized it, you were at the place where you had first met Cassian. That same gorgeous cove cave now lay silent, hosting only a couple gulls and some sandpipers. You decided to go into the rather large area and simply take in the mid afternoon atmosphere in peace.

The waves crashed against the shore gently as your shoes crunched through the sand. You found yourself watching the water which nearly tripped you. A heavy glass tinking sounds filled your ears for a moment before you looked to the bottle you kicked. It was very clearly a message in a bottle but as you approached it to open it, you realized it was filled with water.

"Well fuck." You sighed and sat down in the sand next to the bottle. The most confusing part about the whole things is that the cork was really on there so you didn't understand how water got into it. Once you managed to get the thing open, you dumped the water out along with the letter. When you picked up the rolled paper it felt dry. That's when it clicked.

"Oh! That makes a lot of sense now." You said as you unrolled it. In absolutely gorgeous script, a still very readable letter started out by addressing you. You blinked a couple times, staring at your name on the paper before continuing.

'(Y/n),

I might be silly for trying such an outdated way of messaging but as I didn't get your number I figured this would suffice. That is to hope you get this before another does.

Let's meet here on the night of the festival around 6. As a confirmation of sorts, I ask that you leave the bottle underneath the wall tree. You'll see it.

-Cassian'

You smiled and rolled your eyes before glancing around for said tree. It was very close to the water and you decided instead of just leaving the bottle, you would wait as well. You carefully made your way over to the tree and sat criss cross on the rock underneath it. Your wait was only a few minutes before you noticed something shifting in the water.

The familiar blonde octomer breached the surface and looked over to the tree. His face held one of shock. "(Y/n)? You're here?" You smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I didn't bring a pen and paper to respond so." Cassian smiled and pulled himself into the shallow parts of the water.

"Its about 3 right now so we have a few hours before the festival." Cassian said with a smirk. You looked at him with an unamused face. "Don't smirk at me like you're gonna get something, we barely know each other." Cassian smirks again and pulls himself up onto the rock you were sitting on and ploped himself down next to you.

One of his tentacles gently coiled itself around your showing ankle before giving it a gentle squeeze. "Then let's get to know each other." Your cheeks flushed at the proximity and he laughed. Good gods... Cassian looked to the bottle and paper you were still holding in your hand. "Keep it." You furrowed your brows and looked over to him. "Huh?" He motions to the note and bottle.

"Keep it. As a memory of our first date."

You did that thing where you smiled but tried to hide it making Cassian laugh. "You invited me!" With an exaggerated sigh you nodded. "Yeah. I guess I did." Cassian smiles and wraps an arm and a tentacle around your waist. He was a bit damp but you didn't mind. "I have a question." He said, pulling you close to his hip. "What's your question?"

"Have you ever dated a non-human before?" You shook your head before tilting it to say kinda. "Well, I've only had two boyfriends. One of them was a half elf but I'm not too sure if that really counts." Cassian shrugs. "So I would be your first non-human AND octomer then." You blush softly and nod before looking up to him confused. "Wait who said we were dating?"

Cassian laughs again, making you blush more. "You definitely enjoy seeing me flustered." He nods confidently. "Yes I do indeed." After that, the two of you kept chatting about various things in your own lives and Cassian paused the conversation every so often to soak up the salty ocean water to prevent himself from drying out.

Apparently, Cassian used to date a sharkmer and at one point a naga. "The only reason me and the naga broke up is cause of when he learned I was an octomer. Apparently tentacles are an innate fear of his..." You told him about how you only moved here a about a month ago which prompted the question, "How do you like it here so far?"

You shrugged at the question. "Its a lot nicer than the last place I was living. Loads more places to get pictures." Cassian seemed to forget you took pictures for a job and you could tell by the look on his face. "Oh, I wish I could make photography my full time job but I just don't get enough gigs. I work part time in the little Cafe downtown."

"Oh! The one run by the Gargoyle? Tea and Stones right? His name slips my mind." You nodded. "His name is Xavier." Cassian nods. "We met once but it was long ago. I love going there when I do work on the land, especially after a long day." You nod and laugh. "Thats the best time to go." You pause for a moment. "I met Xavier when I first moved in. We're neighbors and as we were chatting it just so happened I was looking for a job and he was looking for people to hire."

Cassian smiles a little more, "Lucky timing." You nod and check your phone, it's just turning 5:10. "It's getting close to when we were gonna go. Did I tell you what it was?" Cassiam shakes his head. "No but that's OK. Let me shift and get dressed. Would you mind walking to my house with me?" You tilted your head and watched as he made his way back into the water.

You watched as Cassian went into the water until it was just above his chest that was showing. You could still see him with how clear the water is and you watched as he put his tentacles together to form two leg-like figures before they melded and fused together to form actual legs. You watched his face and he made it look way less painful then it probably was. And sure enough, he was buck naked, all proud and presented. Your cheeks instantly flushed once you noticed and you covered your eyes. Cassian walked up and smirked at how you weren't looking, taking pride in the fact he flustered you so much. "I went into the water to save you from the sounds as it's utterly disgusting." He said, walking up to you.

"Thaaaaanks..." Cassian chuckled and grabbed your hand away from your face, holding it in his own gently. You locked eyes with him when he did, you wanted to look out of sheer curiosity but your subconscious won't let you. "My place is right up the hill." He said, helping you off the rock. You thankfully avoided getting your shoes soaked as the two of you walked along the empty coastline.

It was maybe a 2 minute walk to his house and you recognized it. "Cassian you live there?" You asked, shocked slightly. Cassian laughs and nods. "Yeah, why?" You blinked and looked down the street as he quickly made his way into the house to avoid an indecent exposure charge. He pulled you inside and shut the door behind you.

"Cass I live down the street. I'm in the corner house. My only neighbor is Xavier." Cassian smiled and looks back to you when he let's go of your hand. "Then that means I get to visit whenever I want right?" You looked at him through squinted eyes. "No, at least text me first." Cassian smirks, "I'll need your number for that. But before, let me actually go get my phone. And get dressed." You blushed and nodded, forgetting he was naked for a moment.

You decided to make yourself comfortable on his couch and scroll though your phone, periodically checking the time. You were too engaged on whatever game you had opened on your phone to hear Cassian sneaking up behind you. "Boo~" He purred into your ear as he wrapped his arms around you. You jumped slightly and tensed heavily, dropping your phone in your lap. "Cassian please don't do thaaaat..." You whined out with closed eyes, leaning your head against his shoulder.

Cassian reached around you and snatched your phone from you lap before pulling away. "Cass, give-" He cut you off by handing your phone back. "I was just putting my number in, relax." Cassian said before going over to the door to put some shoes on. You looked at the new contact on your phone. "How cheesy are you?" You asked, looking up to him as he pulled his hair back into a low ponytail.

"What? It's true." You glared at him before he grabbed your hand and lead you out of the house. "We'll be late if we don't get going. I wanna spend as much time with you as possible tonight."

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#monster x male reader #male monster x reader #monster male x male reader #x male reader #monster male #m4m #mxm #octomer x male reader #merman x male reader

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earnestly-endlessly · 3 years

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hi! hope you're doing well :) do you have any domestic!cherik fics? or established relationship ones?

Hi anon, thanks for the ask. I'm doing very well, been super busy because I'm currently moving but it's all good. I have plenty of great domestic/established relationship cherik fics for you. I hope you enjoy!!

Domestic/Established Relationship cherik

Daycare ‘Verse’ – orphan_account, pocky_slash

Summary: A modern AU in which Charles runs a mutant daycare and Erik is his long-suffering engineer boyfriend.

Runs in the Family – Anonysquirrel (chibirisuchan)

Summary: Alex knew his own reputation. Hell, he'd started some of his own reputation, because it kept some of the smarter thugs off his back. Everyone knew Alex's reputation. There was no way Hank didn't know his reputation, but he'd brought Alex into a house with some really expensive things and a lot of innocent little kids and his too-friendly, too-harmless dad.

But clearly Hank hadn't told his family anything about Alex, just like he hadn't told Alex anything about his family. At least, not about the brain-breaking parts of his family.

"I didn't know where to start," Hank said, for the dozenth time.

Gift of the Magi, But Screw it Up – librata

Summary: He doesn't know if he's buying too much, too little, or even the right things at all, because he's never entertained a guest as important as Edie Lehnsherr.

Making perfect – aesc

Summary: As is the case with most trials in Erik's life, this one starts with Charles gazing beseechingly at him and asking him for a favor. Not that their going-on-three years relationship is a trial, even though it started with Charles giving Erik the full benefit of sad blue eyes and asking him if he wouldn't mind opening his car door since he'd locked his keys inside, but still.

Continue firm and constant – aesc

Summary: Moira hasn't seen her old partner in saving the world from threats human and intergalactic, Erik Lehnsherr, for a few years. When she finally does see him again, she finds a man different from the one who's been with her down in the dark and the dirt and the blood... or maybe he isn't so different after all.

After School Special – listerinezero

Summary: Charles was barely seventeen and Erik was his social studies teacher. But after almost fifteen years together, does it really matter how they met?

Terrifying Domesticity – ishipitsobad

Summary: Erik is the most dangerous and notorious mafia boss around for miles, and yet the strangest things terrify him.

For example: his children, and his very pregnant mate.

Trying is Half the Battle – Pookaseraph

Summary: Post-Cuba, no divorce, Charles and Erik are in an established relationship and when Charles gets sick with a random flu bug, they discover that Charles can get pregnant. They then try to get pregnant, and try, and try.

We’ll all be gone for the summer – pocky_slash

Summary: Charles and Erik's usual family beach vacation gets a little bigger when they agree to watch Erik's teenaged twins for the summer. Charles is looking forward to a chance to bond with his step-children. Erik is terrified of screwing them up even more.

A Summer Day So Late in Coming – helens78

Summary: Fifty years after they fell in love, Erik comes to Charles with a proposal that rocks Charles's world.

Still Going Strong – JackyJango

Summary: Speaking of forty-eight, Erik hates it. Hates it even more that others are aware of it. While he’s pragmatic enough to know and accept that aging is inexorable, the increase in number gives the people around him the freedom to pounce at him with questions, opinions and advice he'd fought to keep at bay all year.

Besides, Erik believes that youth is a state of mind, not a phase in one’s life.

You have a child’s mind in a man’s body, Charles constantly tells him.

But despite his age, Erik is healthy. He works out daily. His muscles are steel and he can dead-lift four hundred pounds. He can break bones without breaking a sweat. Most importantly, he can still carry Charles to the bedroom and fuck him senseless. And as long as Erik can do that, he’s perfectly happy.

Before You Attempt Me (Fair Warning) – kianspo

Summary: Charles helps Raven get ready for the prom. Surprisingly, that part goes well. The prom itself not so much. Erik cooks a lot of unhealthy comfort foods and is incredibly patient. Charles mostly frets about everything, until Erik does something neither he, nor Raven see coming.

And now you will not be alone any more – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik gives driving, sewing, and cooking lessons, soothes nightmares, bolsters self-esteem, and still can't figure out why Charles keeps smiling at him like that.

Some sense of touch and a melody – pocky_slash

Summary: On a day when Charles, for once, finds himself saying the right thing to everyone he sees, he allows himself to be talked into a field trip to a local orchard.

It’s kind of our whole thing – pearl_o, pocky_slash

Summary: After two years of best friendship, Charles and Erik thought they knew everything there was to know about each other. They're surprised, then, when their first summer as a couple reveals that they have a lot to learn about each other and themselves.

Indulgence – grim_lupine

Summary: “The children are still asleep,” Charles murmurs groggily, flinging an arm out as if searching for Erik beside him. “The house is still standing, this is a ghastly hour, and more importantly, I’m still here. Why do you insist on doing this every morning?”

Your Father’s Daughter – ConsultingWriter

Summary: Wanda proves just how much she takes after Erik.

Pietro reeled back before leaning back in "They didn't tell you what happened? Wanda got in a fist fight and totally wailed on this guy, I mean, on one hand I feel kinda embarrassed for him, but it was so epic."

Erik's eyebrows shot to his hairline. Wanda got in a fight? That was....surprising, to say the least. Wanda tended to take after Charles in temperament and preferred talking to violence.

This Crazy Game Called Life – chiasmus

Summary: Raven declares game night in the mansion. Sean finds an elephant, Erik inherits one hundred unwanted cats, and Charles scars Hank for life with misdirected dirty thinking. This is five thousand-something words of crack with a dose of schmoop. I'm not sorry. Written for this kink meme prompt: Raven is tired of the boys going off to play chess (if they're even playing chess!) and pulls out a load of board games from one of the closets in the mansion. Madness ensues.

To my roomba with love – sareyen

Summary: There are a lot of things that Erik loves about Charles. He loves all of the obvious things; Charles’s kindness, his intelligence, his laughter, his eyes. He also loves the little private things; the way Charles sneaks Erik his unwanted tomatoes, his warbled opera singing in the shower, that sensitive spot on his hip.

And he loves the silly things about Charles, especially the way the man has a habit of talking to inanimate objects when he thinks no one is looking. Charles has conversations with the kettle, the washing machine, and their roomba – and every time Erik eavesdrops on him, he falls in love with the man a little bit more.

Everything About it is a Love Song – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik's spent fifty years being a figurehead and he's ready to leave that behind. Luckily, so is Charles.

(aka Old Retired Dudes in Love)

A Very Xavier-Lehnsherr Christmas – zamwessell

Summary: Erik is discovering new things about Charles Xavier all the time. Charles sometimes talks in his sleep. Often about food. Occasionally in Latin. Charles has a scar on his left thigh from attempting to demonstrate relativity to a girl by sitting on a hot stove. Charles doesn’t mean to be so loud when they make love, but sometimes Charles can’t help himself.

Charles is a voracious reader. Charles has an unspeakably filthy imagination. Charles will try anything in bed twice to make sure he wasn’t wrong the first time.

Charles is unexpectedly fond of Christmas. Perhaps that is not the phrase. “Unhealthily obsessed” might be better.

The fluffiest holiday fluff you ever read in your dang life.

Of Crabs and Castles – flightinflame

Summary: Charles and Erik take their children to the beach. Wanda builds a sandcastle, Nina makes some friends, and Pietro gets some exercise. Some family fun in the sunshine.

Bring Your Daughter To Work Day – listerinezero

Summary: Charles brings three year old Lorna to class with him.

Glasses – grim_lupine

Summary: Charles blinks at him bemusedly, but Erik barely notices because Charles is wearing glasses— wire-rimmed, and Erik can feel the metal humming, traces without touch the way they follow the curve of Charles’s nose and rest behind his ears.

Genetics Isn’t Sexy – pocky_slash

Summary: Charles lectures. The kids aren't very responsive. Erik, on the other hand....

Peanut Butter and Honey (The Fairytale Remix) – pocky_slash

Summary: Once upon a time there was a Princess named Anya who lived in a house with her Daddy and her wicked stepmother Charles. (A wicked stepmother is the person who comes and lives with princesses and their daddies after their mommies go away.) She had a best friend named Leroy, and one day he was lost.

The Bystander (The Consultant (aka A Westchester Telepath in the Avengers Tower) Remix) – Nanimok

Summary: When it comes to Professor Charles Xavier, telepath, SHIELD consultant and compulsive flirt, no one is safe.

Not even the Big Three.

#cherik #cherik fic recs #fic recs #asks #earnestly answers #domestic au #established relationship au #long post

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celestialrequiem · 3 years

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Days of Candy Chapter 2

Warnings: CreepyDark!Duncan Shepherd, sexual harassment, dubcon/non? (just to be safe) touching, dirty talk, possessive Duncan, abuse of power, manipulative Duncan, male masturbation, forced kiss, cockwarming, mention of rape and abuse (but none in the chapter), housewife kink, implied age gap, corruption kink, innocence kink, implied homophobia, mention of anxiety, depression and mental disorders, misogyny kink, corruption kink, sexism, implied age gap, Duncan‘s dirty thoughts, sir kink, praise kink.

Summary: In the small town of Willowdale, Y/N finds her dull life as a waitress at a mediocre diner get a little more interesting when the mysterious and daunting Sheriff takes an interest in her.

Pairing: Duncan Shepherd x Naive/shy reader

This is the first thing I ever written and posted so sorry if this is bad, please give me any constructive feedback/criticism to improve! I am new to this please don’t hate it too much lmao.

Author’s note : This series will have dubious consent and sexual harassment. It is a dark story about a Corrupt Sheriff’s who manipulates people so if you are uncomfortable with that please don’t read! This story deals hugely with sexism as its based in the late 50s/60s.

Thanks to @bloodcoatedeclipse for reading through some parts of it and giving me feedback lmaoo.

I didn’t use a lot of 50s/60s slang just two besides swell and gal

Flip your lid - go crazy

Nifty/groovy - cool or cool vibes

Word count: 5.6k

“what a perfect view doll, bend down, y’ur ass stickin out, all for me all in this lonely night”, a familiar voice said seductively

You quickly get up, feeling flustered, adjusting the hem of your skirt as you hold the mop close to your body

“Sh-sh-sheriff what are you doing here?”, Feeling nauseous because of his presence, alone, at night…after that previous incident.

“What does it look like doll? I am here to pick you up.”, Duncan says with confidence as if the question you are asking him is the stupidest he has heard

You immediately, look up to him. He was wearing a brown greaser jacket, you felt it is similar to jacket Xavier might have had…this made your heart sink, what didn’t help is when you realized how attractive he is because of the result of the rain, his beard is glistering from the reflections of the diner’s lighting despite it being dull.

You felt your heart beat.

“No, its okay its a walking distance”

“I can’t let a beautiful young dame like yourself walk alone now can I? Hop in the car once you’r are done.”

You blinked at him not knowing how to respond, you feel shy when you talk to him, always not knowing how to answer him back..maybe because he knew Xavier?

Or maybe because he had so much power as a sheriff..and you are sure he is going to be re-elected again next year. He apparently helped a lot of people to get out of debts but that makes you wonder how does he get all this money? Did Xavier know?

He seems like he is waiting for your answer, as his hands are on his waist, around his handcuffs and keys, and his lips playing with the toothpick lingering on his mouth

You easily get stuck in your head, you snap back to reality: “it is okay, you don’t need to do - ”

He interrupts your sentence, “is there something you would like to say to me doll?, cause it looks like you just don’t want my company is that it?” You felt his chest vibrate from how he uttered that question, it sounded nearly unintelligible.

You felt your heart pounding, sweat forming on your forehead. You didn't want to make him angry. “No no of course I want your company!, let me finish up and I will meet ya outside.” You agitatedly vocalize your statement while looking at the ground

He loves that he can always get his way with you. You make it so easy.

He hums in approval

“No its alright I will wait for ya, love seeing you doing those house chores like a pretty little housewife. It is a sight dollface”, he chuckles while eyeing you up and down.

You pause, feeling tensed.

“Go on, continue” as he gives himself a seat, across from you to see you working and see your face.

He does love seeing your rear, but he loves seeing you flustered when he gazes at you.

You shakily start mopping the floor, every second feels like torture. Hoping he doesn’t realize the effect he has on you.

But however he has noticed, he is mused that he has power of you, makes his cock excited

“Am I making you nervous babydoll?” He cooes, shifting his toothpick on his lip, left to right with a slyish grin

You ignore him, giving him your side angle, while mopping away from him. You give him your back figure which makes me angry and hard at the same time.

“eye on me little lady”, he says in a harsh tone, punctuating each word slowly

You respond back to him surprised with your confidence as you look at the door behind him, scared to look at him in the eyes, “can you please let me finish and you can take me home…”

“Watch your manners baby, or you are in it for a spankin’, declares it with raised eyebrows.

You blush, why is he talking to you that way? it’s not like you were his wife….

Was he that touchy and talkative with you when Xavier was your boyfriend?

Carissa has told you no, he started acting differently ever since Xavier went missing and then declared dead.

“S-sorry sheriff”, you shift back to your older position, so that Duncan can see your face, and continue mopping

He likes when you are eyes are engaging with his eyes, he is waiting for the day when you touch yourself on his bed with your legs spread wide open for his wolf-like eyes to take in the view as you chant his name like prayer to give you the command for you to finally cum, while staring at him with your chastely eyes.

As you mop the floor, motioning it back and forth towards Duncan, your curvy body was in motion as well. He hoped you didn’t re-button your dress again, as he can take in the view of your breasts jiggling again. His eyes lingering slowly all over his favourite parts of your body, your neck, lips, neck, waist and hips . He noticed how nervous you are, there were fear in your eyes, you felt naked in his eyes because of his alpha-like eyes, giving you goosebumps.

You saw his pupils dilated not sure why.

After 15 minutes of awkward silence and Duncan forcing you to look at him as you were mopping the floor, you hoped the floor looks fine and that your boss Bob doesn’t get mad the next day.

You are not going to lie, you always wanted to be in his car. It was a dream car. You have seen them a lot in magazines, you don’t know much about cars but you do know this one, 1956 Chevy Bel Air, with a unique colour. White with purple around the edges, elaborate taillight and chrome highlights.

This was the first time you got close to the car, Your head started to hurt, you stood your ground, as you remember fragments of Xavier riding a similar car but in red.

Duncan realizes you might have remembered something…fuck fuck fuck, he hoped you didn’t remember what he didn’t want you to remember..

His hands grips your hand to make you snap out of it before you dig deeper into your suppressed memories.

“you alright there, doll?” Faking his concern you don’t know that, as he opens the door for you to hop in

“Ye..ah..” I am fine” you softly respond. His hand leaves your hand and goes to your back to shift you to get into his car.

You hop in his car, the car felt new, smell of leather with a mix of aged.. cigarettes smoked probably by Shepherd.

The car ride was silent.. he has an old song playing which makes it even more unbearable.

Midnight with the stars and you

Midnight and a rendezvous

Your eyes held a message tender

Saying "I surrender all my love to you

“How old is this song anyway?” You mention in annoyance with your right hand on the the rest that is placed near the door handle

Duncan has a wide smile on his face, happy that you are finally making a conversation with him.

“it’s from the 1930s I believe.....besides I don’t like the weird music you youngsters listen to nowadays..what was it Elvis Presley and The Beatles? They aint manly, jiggling all around with their bobby haircuts” removing his hands from the steering wheel to motion with his hand the disapproval.

You giggle, and his heart skips a bit. Fuck. He couldn’t believe he made you giggle. Xavier always made you giggle and it frustrated him.

“The Beatles are swell….but James Dean has my heart. I loved his style in that movie, particularly his red jacket in Rebel Without a Cause.. it’s nifty.” You state swoonly as you gaze out of the window.

Midnight brought us sweet romance

I know all my whole life through

I'll be remembering you, whatever else I do

Midnight with the stars and you

He thought maybe that’s why you liked Xavier, he bought a similar red jacket as James Dean from the film several days after meeting you. Xavier also had that rebel vibe to him. He remembered his friend as well being a fan of Marlon Brando hence why he wanted to be an actor. To move out of the suburbs, to go to the dreamland..to Hollywood with you. You used to always want to be around him, he didn’t let the deputies patrol the drive in, since he always saw you there with him. He hated seeing you with his friend but he can’t help himself, he wanted to always be near you, see you and to one day feel your skin on his skin.

His jaw clenched and his brows furrowed as he starts to get jealous over a dead man.

You noticed his face seems boiling from rage as his hands gripped forcibly the steering wheel…you don’t know why. Scared to ask so you just continue gazing at the view in locomotion from the car window, as your sheer scarf around your head blowing from the impact of the window.

You loved the aftermath of the rain, the order after the chaos.

After a few minutes, The sheriff parks in front of your house. It’s 12 AM.

The house you lived in was basic, owned by your deceased father. It was a small house with a small balcony, it looks a little bit like a tree house. Wooden with no paint job. With a white door to enter the house, two small front steps and a small terrace, where you tend to read the Woman magazines.

He can’t wait for you to live in his house. Especially since he is a veteran who served in the Second World War, the government provided him with the perfect suburban American Dream home.

“Thanks for the ride, Sheriff.” you shyly state, about to open the door of his fancy car.

“Nah -ah -ah not too fast, you have to be punished.” He sings in a mocking tone with a daunting smirk.

You were nervously fidgeting, you don’t know why maybe because you are worried you might have done something that might be incriminating especially with your memory loss situation.

“What? What for?” you gullibly ask, looking up to him.

“You lied to me, you told me you had a doctor appointment when it fact you finish your shift late, kitten” , you see him remove the toothpick that was on his plump lips and put it on the ledge behind the steering wheel.

Oh thank God-

but why should I be punished for this? You didn’t know what to say to him so you just look at his eyes, waiting for any instructions.

He remarks that, he loves how obedient you are to him.

“Come closer, suga’r ” he taps his chest motioning you to come closer to him

What is the punishment? Is he going to spank me?

But we are not married why would he??

You timidly move close to him, refusing to make eye contact with him.

He lifts up your chin, bringing your face near his and your gaze to his.

“Kiss me or else I won’t let you leave this car”, Duncan whispers seductively as he shuts your window’s car seat and secures that your door is locked, trapping you in.

“..N…no..o” Duncan this isn’t right”, you respond back.

As you shift back to your seat, Duncan aggressively grips your waist with his right hand and grips your chin with his left hand, forces you into a kiss and he goes deep and sensual, demanding access to your mouth but you instantly deny him entry.

This angers him, he aggressively yanks your hair, you gasp giving Duncan the chance to insert his tongue, he needed to taste your mouth.

You try biting his upper lip, he decides to lift up your weak body from your seat, manhandling you, without breaking from the kiss, you feel his strong hands spank you harsh. You whimper loudly.

This made his cock twitch, lust filling him at the thought of your spanked, bare ass turning into crimson-like imprints by his own hand; or by the paddle with his name engraved, so that his name can be imprinted on your ass…maybe next time.

He is waiting for you to make a bad move again so he can discipline you this way, even if you weren’t his bride yet.

You break the kiss gasping for air, “D..Duuncan..stop” you panted with watery eyes, trying to break away from his grasps, with your hands pushing his muscular chest. He didn’t take no for answer. Removing your hands out of the way with his claw-like hands and putting them around his broad back. He then forcefully dragged you onto his lap to straddle his thick thighs, “be a good girl now, you don’t want to be spanked now don’t you?”

He linked his lips with your lips with urgence and dominance. His tongue dancing with yours, wet and minty from the flavoured cigarettes he tends to smokes.

You felt one of his hands leave your waist and lingering underneath your skirt to cup your clothed sex.

A deep growl leaves his chest

He dreamt of touching this pussy for years. Your soft and squishy puffy lips felt so good on his rough manly hand.

You let out a soft gasp with eyes wide open in surprise, and broke away from the kiss to come up for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

Duncan grabs your chin, not giving you a second to breath and continues his assault on your lips and your clothed pussy. His middle finger going from your slit all the way to your swollen clit while his index and his forefinger are on your lips, touching you slowly with his hand. He wanted to make you wet before you left.

Your face flushed, you don’t remember if you reached that base with Xavier yet or not…he was your first boyfriend.

This felt forbidden, having his hands all around you.

You felt like you wanted to go to the bathroom, you were worried it might have been your period?

His tongue feels like hot water burning your skin. He claimed your mouth with intensity. You feel your knees weakened, Duncan filling all your senses.

You are so close to his body, your head in the crook of his neck, eyes closed, you feel his warmth and felt his heart beating quick. You put your hands on his golden badge situated on his right chest, reflected in the moon light, to try and push him away, but he didn’t budge.

he left your assaulted mouth, hearing you panting heavily, and started licking at the column of your neck, his hand leaves your pussy and goes to your bared fleshed upper thigh, his hand moving in a reciprocating motion.

You felt his beard tickling your left check and your neck, His hot soft grunts and warm breath sends shivers down your body and to your aching pussy

Not sure if it’s lust? Is this how you felt with Xavier ?

You bit down on your bottom lip trying to hold back a sob or was it a moan?

“Duncan, I don’t feel good”

He knows he is making you feel good, you just need guidance that’s all.

“Why are you moaning then huh?” He chuckles, you felt his chest vibrating from his laughter, giving you goosebumps.

“give in baby, let me take care of you, that’s what Xavier would’ve wanted” he mutters darkly

your stomach twisting into a nervous knot, is this what Xavier would’ve wanted?

“Re-ally?” You utter quietly with a blush heating up around your neck and cheeks.

He didn’t hear you. Thank God

he gets closer to your ear and whispers,“Knew you’d taste so sweet, just like candy, I wonder what’s the rest of you taste like hm?”

He aggressively bites your earlobe, his hot breath danced on your ear, “I bet just like those pancakes you serve me every morning, thick and creamy.” In a lustful tone.

You squirmed uncomfortably on his lap, felt something touch your stomach, he lets out a profound loud rumble, you look up at him out of shock, his wide blown eyes have now darken.

He looks at your lips that is now glistering and swollen from the kiss, he finally marked a part of you with his spit, he can’t wait to corrupt your other holes.

He decided to let go, this was enough to get him by in the meantime.

You felt his hand loosening around your waist. You take that chance to go back to your seat.

“I….I.. think you need to leave Sir, thanks for the ride”, your hands nervously twist with each other on your lap as you mentally facepalm yourself

“Sir” where did that come from?

Hearing you call him Sir made him groan silently and made his cock stir painfully against the zipper of his pants.

His already rigorous cock getting harder. Duncan trying to recollect himself and not fuck you for the first time in the backseat of his car.. he thought you deserved better than that..a shy innocent young server…probably a virgin.

Well he hoped you still were a virgin, he hoped that fucker didn’t take your virginity. he wanted to claim you for himself, every part of you.

“Why don’t you leave then birdie?”

You felt your thighs automatically clenched and your pussy tingling.

he never called you that, why did you like him calling you that?

Duncan saw your legs clamping together and took note of that. He also didn’t realize you can blush harder than that….you realized you were in his car….idiot

You got out of his car and you heard Duncan tsk out of annoyance, “where is your manners kitten?”

Whats up with him? You thought to yourself.. you thanked him before why do you have to thank him again?

You did not care anymore, you just wanted to back home without any problems and arguments

You huffed in annoyance, “Thanks for the ride Sheriff.”

You uncomfortably felt him linger at your figure as you walked back to your house.

He loves seeing you in motion.you move better than the waves of the ocean, smoothly and flawlessly. His steel blue eyes scanned you up and down, consuming in your body with hunger; that waitress dress in pale blue making you look even more innocent and seductive, an odd combination. He believes only you can do that, besides Marilyn Monroe.

He hoped he can see you from your window, with no curtains or an open curtain, so that he can watch you domestically, wondering how you look like touching yourself when you feel needy at night, if you did touch yourself.

You entered home safe and sound then the realization hit you…. how does he know where you live? You didn’t give him your address? But then again he is the sheriff, he probably has access to all that information but …does he know everyone’s address by hard?..you doubt that. Maybe he visited you with Xavier?

After he saw you close the door, he paused for a second to relish the taste of you left on his lips and was about to put his key back to the ignition, until he saw something interesting.. that made him much harder than he already was… your arousal on the seat of his car.

He reclined his head back to the head restraint,

“Fuck.. you are trying to kill me doll?"

He was so tempted to taste your arousal… he felt like an animal as he brought his index to his seat that was tainted with your nectar and brought it back to his lips.

A hungry growl grumbled in his chest, “tastier than any fuckin candy”

His chest was full of pride, he was glad he made you wet. Not Xavier. Him

He opens his car’s compartment, there lies a stolen panty of yours covered in blood from that day, he didn’t want your fresh arousal going to waste, mixing it with your bloody panty.

After arriving home that day because of sexual urges, he relieved himself to thought of you for a second time, with his left hand holding your used panty from a year ago and his right hand unbuckling his belt, to reveal his throbbed cock. He smeared on his long length, the pre-cum leaking at the head.

Working on his cock, he brings your panty to his nose to sniff your dried blood blended with your womanhood scent, it smelled pure and sweet just like you. To make himself cum faster, he thought of you coming to his office one day during your break and cockwarming him on his lap while he finishes up paperwork, imagining your painful whimpers, you fidgeting in his lap because you are finding it hard to adjust to his cock because of how big he was, he imagines his cock bottoms out in your tight pussy, and how you wet walls clenches around his big cock.

“Dun..c.an, you are too big”, you whine with a giggle, shifting it into a squeal

“Call me sir, love it when you call me sir darlin’”, he growls in your ear

“Sir” , he imagines you whimpering through tears from his cock’s intrusion in your narrowed pussy

“Dollface, you are taking me so well, taking me all in” he praises you in a slightly low deep voice

A groan leaves his chest as he starts pumping his erected length harder, going from the bottom all the way to the top, twisting his tip, and then back down.

He envisions his pelvis rubbing against your mound and clit, your pussy being pink and wet engulfing his cock, while his right hand is feeling your soft and pulpous butt cheek. Your chest is heaving right in front of his predatory eyes, he decides to save the lustful images of him sucking your tits and nibbling your areola another time.

He imagines your voice in his ear, calling him sheriff, sir, daddy and begging him to start fucking you.

As he is about to reach his high, his thrusts gets sloppier with his sticky hands, chanting your name like a prayer over and over again.

Groaning louder as his cock twitches, moaning your name louder as ropes of white soaks his hand, and soaking your panty a bit with his cum.

Tired to change out of your clothes, you quickly go to your bed situated on the left side of your room. You feel the most peaceful in your room, the only time you don’t feel like someone is watching you despite the reoccurring nightmares ever since the incident.

With the floral window curtains. Roses and daisies on a shelf next to a concealed window, giving floral scents all around your room to help calm your nerves and help you fall asleep. At least that was what your doctor had recommended as repression memories if stayed long-term can cause emotional health problems like anxiety, depression and post-traumatic stress disorder.

You immediately shift to the deep slumber of sleep, out of exhaustion.

You wake up the next day 10:30 am. You slept well that day oddly enough, a peaceful sleep. You were happy since you haven’t had any nightmares the past few days. That happiness shifted when you realized the sensual incident that happened in public, and you don’t know how you will be able to work in the diner again, especially how small this town is. You will be the talk of the town again, because obviously that situation had to be with the fucking Sheriff.

At least for today, you had the day off today. You told your Boss Bob that you have an appointment with your doctor at 1 pm, and since you closed the diner yesterday he decided to leave you off the hook.

You made yourself some coffee, and went to your closet that was attached to the wall to choose an outfit. You decide to go with a yellow pastel cardigan with a yellow gingham dress that has a spaghetti strap, wear some rouge lipstick and yellow pale eyeshadow with your hair tied into a pony tail.

You then passed sometime on TV watching Bewitched re-runs, and called Carissa at around 12:30 pm during her break to check in on her brother.

Your hands swirling around the cord waiting for someone from the diner to pick up.

Selma answers, “Hello, Welcome to Jukeburgers, the best milkshakes in town!, what can I do for ya today!” You could hear Venus by Franke Avalon playing and muffled voices in the distance, seemed surprisingly busy today.

You answer loudly, “hey Selma, it’s Y/N, can you pass the phone to Carissa!”

“Oh, Y/N how you been? I heard from Adam about what happened with the Sheriff, so y’all a thing now huh?… You went for the old powerful friend.” Selma teases, her laughing echoing from the speaker.

Your heart felt like it was going to burst from your chest, you knew this was going to happen. Trying to sound strong and not in the verge of crying, “Whatever Selma, pass the phone to Carissa” your fingers twisted the cord nervously.

Selma just snickers and you hear her shouting out Carissa’s name to grab the phone

“Hey Y/N?”

“Cari!, I wanted to check up on you with Richard… you didn’t get to tell me what exactly happened…. is everything okay?” You utter in a concerned tone, gripping the phone handle harder.

“yeah yeah, we had to go to the hospital again, he got beat up again, but he didn’t wanna tell me why” you hear her voice quivering on the other side.

You know Carissa is worried about him, as well as about his town finding out about his lifestyle.

She continues,“ You know Richard, I don’t want him to get locked up again, especially this town…views anyone that goes to the mental hospital… as lunatics”, you hear her voice quivering on the other side.

You remember Richard telling you that the Sheriff bailed him out the first time so now he owes the sheriff twice.

Why twice?

Was it because of his relationship with Jim Mason?

Does his sister know?

To not worry his sister, he sometimes tells you things that she doesn’t know and you were like Carissa to him. His big sister.

You snap out of your thoughts when you heard Carissa sniffling.

You hated hearing your friend’s sadness echoing from her voice, hoping you were there to hug her. “ I am glad he is okay at least, I miss seeing Richie, I will talk to him whether I get the chance… and you are right.”

You thought about what Carissa thought.

This small boring town feeds on gossip. It made you worried about Xavier’s parents…finding out about yesterday’s incident. Between the last girlfriend of their deceased son and one of his friends in an intimate scene.

What doesn’t help is that Xavier’s parents invited you and Duncan for dinner next week.

“He actually didn’t come today its as if he knows you might-“

You look at the time while you were on the phone, It was 12:40. Your eyes widen out of anxiety of being late. You cut your friend off without letting her finish the sentence.

“Oh shoot Carissa, I have to go now, my appointment is in 20 mins!”

“I really hope all goes well with the appointment, I know I tell you a thousand times but…I don’t really trust that doctor to be honest with ya” she admits assuredly

There was a small pause, because you didn’t really know how to react to that. He was the cheapest Doctor that you can afford. You really had no choice.

Carissa breaks the awkward silence, “well let me know what happens, hope it goes well!” She suddenly sounds different..and hopeful. Makes you happy that you can at least end the call with her tone shifting positively.

“Yeah.. I hope so.. bye Cari” you say weakly with a soft smile

The line goes dead.

You have been going to the doctor 11 months ago, it was recommended by the doctor who helped with your bruises and aided your surgery, Matt Rogers. Since there was nothing particular wrong with your brain scans. He thought it might be something psychological, and he was right. Your neurologist doctor Dr.Barnes, said it is due to trauma that your memories are repressed. Dr. Barnes said it is possible to have specific memories of people, locations and events repressed when it is too hard to bear. He also said It is possible for memories of abuse that have been forgotten for a long time to be remembered….you hope it isn’t related to abuse.

You feel nervous going to his office, you are honestly terrified of the idea of regaining back your memories, what if you find something really disturbing about yourself? About Xavier? How did you get those bruises? Why were some of your clothes missing? Why going to the doctor all those months didn’t help as much? Actually at all?

His office is located not that far off from the the Police department, in the neurology department of Willowdale public hospital.

“Welcome back Miss Y/N, please have a seat” signalling you to take a seat in front of his desk.

It doesn’t help that his office has muted painted walls, changed from age and a faint smell of mouth wash.

“So Y/N, has there been any recent changes?”, He asked while he scanned over your file.

“I finally have a small fragment of Xavier..in my head..” You pinpoint to right side of your forehead.

He knew about your relationship with Xavier and that you don’t remember much of it. It's weird how your brain almost erased that incident and Xavier out of your head.

“Finally some great news, please tell me more!” He lowered your files to give you his undivided attention

“I..I don’t remember the incident, or any memories that I shared with him, just that Xavier had a similar car to Sheriff’s car, but a red version of it.”

There was a torturing pause, you look at your doctor, he seemed lost in thought with brows hollowed and biting his lower lip, he seemed anxious while clicking his retractable pen

You felt tension in the air, when you mentioned the Sheriff..but why?

He breaks a heavy smile,“Well, that’s great news to hear, maybe being around the Sheriff might be in your favour huh?” he chuckles with a Chesire’s smirk on his face

Oh fuck. He probably heard about the incident that happened yesterday.

Your cheeks turn red as you turn your head to the left side of the room, focusing on the wall full of his certificates and accomplishments.

“Oh sorry, Y/N, that was unprofessional..covering his face with his hand, and then went back to look at your files

"No it’s all good Dr.” You gulped and nodded.

He clears his throat and asks, “ any nightmares lately?”

You shake your head, “I haven’t had one the past few days”

He nods while holding your file, “Good, Good. Are you taking the medications regularly at the appropriate time?”

“Yes…. but I haven’t remember anything that much sadly, is it supposed to take that much of a time?” You ask confusedly

“the brain is a complex neurological system, you can’t force its responses.” thrusting out his lips in displeasure

You feel like you are wasting not only your time but also your money. But he is a doctor that you can afford so you have no other choice?

“Ah, I see, well as long as I get some answers pretty soon.” You look down on his Brintons carpet.

You felt your chest tightened out of sadness, will you ever find out what truly happened?

“So far, we are not sure if it is going to be a short term memory or long term memory loss Y/N, so what you can do is keep taking the medications, and you will be eventually get better Miss Y/N”

You nod with a fake smile.

Do you have a choice?

Duncan knew you were at the doctor today, he wish he was able to follow you, but he had a huge workload today. He wanted to see what kinda doll-like outfit you wore today. He particularly liked you in pastel colours and plaid skirts.

It was his break now. He was waiting a call from a certain someone.

Clock ticking, and his legs bouncing up and down waiting for that fucker to call.

Phone rings once

Duncan takes the call.

“Whats the update?”

“Hi Sheriff, he continues "Well, your sweet gal remembered something..”

Duncan eyes widen, and his hands grips the cord aggressively

“What does she remember?”, Duncan says in a threatening voice

“She remembers he had the red car….. the one you got rid of”

His Adam apple gulps out of nerve but he is relieved you still don’t remember what happened that day.

“You fucker, you said those medications well help her not remember a fucking thing-“ his voice getting louder.

“Hey, hey, hey calm down there sheriff, no need to lose your temper, she hasn’t remember anything the past goddam 11 months! And I haven’t even tried hypnos-

“Listen you fuckin cunt, if she remembers anything I swear to God- I will put you in jail for your multiple-“ he chastised with a harsh tone.

“Alright Alright! No need to flip your lid! I will see what I can do to not make her remember a thing”

“You better, or else I will make you lose your fuckin job and lose your pitiful wife” Sheriff expresses in an authoritative sound and hangs the phone stridently.

The Doctor had multiple rape attempts done. Duncan was called several times because of noise complaints, hearing ladies crying or screaming in multiple occasions at night, in drive-ins, parks and carnivals. 4 out of 10 times, it was Duncan who stopped the rape from occurring but he didn’t bring it up to the police department, and instead used this knowledge in his favour and out of power to gain information about his girl, when he discovered that he was going to be her neurologist, and to use him to manipulate her medications or her so that she doesn’t remember a thing.

He will do anything to make you not remember. He is shaping you to be his perfect little housewife. He got this far and he is not going back.

some songs mentioned in the chapter

https://open.spotify.com/track/3dDtXviPnTfLUg111MuTic?si=0d4f2a331a244100 - Midnight and The Stars and You by Ray Noble

https://open.spotify.com/track/2uwP4d0aVAo90aet6UnaRK?si=dc41f548d3324c9d - Venus by Frankie Avalon

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