𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

Xavier Thorpe | Troubled Artist

Summary: Xavier and Y/n have been friends since Xavier came to the school, due to that fact, Y/n knows when the artist is bothered by something, so he helps him forget about it.
WARNINGS: Smut (consensual), protected sex, rough sex, hand job, first time, gore mentioned, not really explicitly said, more so lightly mentioned.
Pronouns: he/they
AMAB READER!!!
A/n: let's pretend Rowan isn't Xavier's roommate. Also Y/n is a ghoul, meaning he can't feel pain, but that doesn't include when they like it, temperature doesn't affect him, and a personal headcannon I have, is that all ghouls are demisexual, meaning they can't think of doing something sexually without having an emotional bond with that person.

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At exactly 2:56 am, Y/n jolted away, his body ice cold as another death like feeling courses through their body, or rather the lack of feeling. As a ghoul, he had feelings like this a lot, especially when he tried to sleep.

He looked at the time, groaning as he felt wide awake now. Y/n looked to the side, expecting to see Xavier asleep or maybe drawing like he usually does at night, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Y/n sat up, he then realized that he was shirtless with only his jeans on, remembering how exhausted he was due to his lack of sleep, so he slept in his clothes.

He got up, already having an idea of where the long haired boy was. He still had his socks on, so he didn't bother putting shoes on.

He walked outside, the cool air not doing anything to his skin. He looked around the corner, and there he was, his best friend and long term crush. He only realized it when Enid came to him one day and asked how he knew he was gay. Y/n was shocked when she asked him, defensively saying he wasn't gay, but she then further went on to say, "I thought you and Xavier were dating? Well, that's my fault, didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything I just assumed since you guys are so close and you look at him so-" He had to cut her off, in awe of the realization he was having, his hand over Enid's mouth.

Ever since that day, he could not get him out of his head. No amount of shock, stabbing, or shots to the head could get rid of his feelings for the blue eyed boy.

Being a ghoul came with so good things. He could get hurt as many times as he could and he wouldn't die, or severely get hurt. But, whatever did happen to his body, scarred, not to badly, some went away, but some stay.

He stared at him re-painting the birds he made, his movements a little shaky, but not to shaky to ruin the mural.

"Hey, Zee." Y/n called gently.

"Oh, hey, Y/n, you scared me for a second" Xavier said.

"Why would I scare you?"

"Well, there a hundreds reasons why you would be scary, but I thought you were someone coming to yell at me for being up this late."

"Well, lucky you. I'm not going to yell at you." I said, smiling in enjoyment.

"Wait, why are you up?" he asked, halting his movements for a moment.

"Was wondering where you were."

"Aw, you missed me that much?"

"Well, if miss means care, then yes I do. What's been up with you?" I asked, my voice monotone and soft.

"I'm fine."

"No you're not. You paint when something's bothering you, let alone at night."

He sighed.

"Lets just go back to the room ok? We can talk about it in the morning if you want." Y/n suggested.

Xavier nodded, packing up his equipment and heading back to the dorm with Y/n.