Wednesday Imagines

-Sleepy-

TW- small joke about suicide

Xavier's point of view:

I'm exhausted. I feel like i haven't slept in weeks, I'm a mess, my work is a mess, and my art is a mess. It couldn't get much worse.

I slump out of bed and make my way towards my desk, I lethargically pick my now creased up from the chair and change into them. It's going to be a long day.

I drag myself downstairs to breakfast, grab some toast and sit in the corner, hoping no one decides to join me. I don't have the energy for a conversation right now.

Unfortunately, luck isnt on my side today as I hear someone slide across the bench opposite me and the distinct sound of a tray hitting the wood of the table.

"You look like shit." A very familiar voice states bluntly.

There's a surprise, it's Y/n. At least it isnt Enid. I love her (as a friend) and all but she is just too perky to deal with in the morning after half an hour of sleep.

I peel my eyes off my food and look at them, smiling sarcastically.

"Thanks." I sneer and go back to eating.

"Someone's in a mood. What's up?"

I huff and reluctantly answer to prevent the incoming wave of teasing if I refuse.

"The nightmares are back. If I have to see that monster kill one more person I might just pitch myself off the astronomy tower."

I hear a small chuckle ring through the air.

"Chill out Draco Malfoy. Why didn't you say something sooner? Have you predicted anything?"

I shake my head in response. Not really wishing to go into details about my psychic dreams... and forgetting their ability to read and manipulate emotions.

"Liar. You feel guilty,"

Shit.

"Look. If you want to stop having the dreams you should've just said so. I've been working on dream manipulation recently."

Your point of view:

He looks at me with a spark of hope in his sap-green eyes. I feel his calm down instantly, thank fuck, if he had been any more tense I might have turned to stone- not literally.

"You would do that?"

"Sure, why not? Just come to my room tonight dipshit. I'll sort you out."

He smiles brightly and finishes his food. Soon after, we hurry off to our lessons.

Xavier's point of view:

I spend the day half asleep but excited for tonight. It will be nice to not be woken up by the screams of the next victim.

It seems selfish but my predictions seemingly can't be prevented anyways, ignorance is bliss I guess.

I make my way to my dorm and change into something comfortable before packing a bag and sneaking off to Y/n's room. I silently enter and make my way over to their bed where they're sitting reading.

They quickly shift over to let me lay down and smile softly. They place their book down on the bedside table and turn off the light. They then proceed to pull the covers over us both. We're so close. I blush and curse myself quickly, knowing they can sense how flustered I am. They wrap their arm around my waist without saying a word. No teasing? That's new.

"So... how does this work exactly?"

"Simple, I wait for you to sleep and set up a dream for you. It overrides any dreams you would've had and you don't wake up screaming for once."

"Sounds good," I state, allowing myself to drift off in their arms.

I wake up the next day feeling surprisingly well-rested. My dream was amazing too. I got to be with- oh shit. They made that dream for me. I look to my left to see Y/n smirking at me.

"Enjoy your dream?"

Little shit. At least- I guess they feel the same.

AN

Anyone want a part 2 to this one?