his muse ; reader imagines

All along ~

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

Warnings: SMUT, fluff

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You wrap your arms around yourself tighter, sniffling as you walk through the forest. The leaves crunch under your sneakers, branches snapping with each stomp you make. You walk as fast as you can, needing some relief after the horrible fight you've just had.

Another argument sparked with your boyfriend. Surprised? No. Hurt? Yes. Annoyingly, so. Each fight seems worse, and no matter how redundant the topics are, your boyfriend manages to say worse things each time. You're always left sobbing and alone.

But tonight you decided to reach out to the person who always told you to come to him when you needed a friend. You were going to see how well he was going to keep his word.

You softly knock on his door, shivering in the chilly night. You put your ear up to his door, hearing silence. You purse your lips and look back, debating whether or not to go. He doesn't need to be bothered at this time of night. Not when it's over relationship drama.

You begin to turn around, but you stop as you hear the door unlock. You turn back around, seeing Xavier in his pajamas and navy blue shirt. His hair is tousled and tangled, sticking up every which way.

"Y/n? What're you doing here?" he asks, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

You let out a shaky breath, about to start crying again. Just thinking about your argument made you shed tears. You didn't know how you were going to be able to articulate it.

Xavier becomes more alert as he sees a few tears run down your cheeks. He softly but firmly grabs your hand, pulling you into his dorm. He pulls you into a hug, wrapping his long arms around your back. You melt into him, thankful for the warmth and the comfort. You begin to cry more into his chest, hiccuping and snotting all over his robe.

He rubs your back soothingly, presses a light kiss to the crown of your head. The hand that's not rubbing your back cradles the back of your head, holding you ever closer. You two stay there for a few good minutes before you are ready to pull away and speak.

Your throat is scratchy and your eyes bloodshot. Streaks of tears seem to be imprinted on your face. Your lips are puffy and swollen, some snot drying from the corners of your nostrils. But Xavier notices none of that. He cups your face, wiping the remaining tears with his thumb. His brows are furrowed as he looks back forth between your eyes, trying to conjure up his own explanation of why you're crying in his arms at 2:28 AM.

"Let's sit down," he says softly, his voice hoarse from just waking up. He leads you to his bed, wrapping a blanket around you to keep you warm. He interlocks hands with you, keeping them warm. "What did he say to you?"

"Same old shit," you sigh. "Accusing me, blaming me, shit-talking me, making rumors up about me."

Xavier sighs heavily. You see him roll his eyes out from the corner of your eye.

"Did he hurt you?" he asks. "I mean, yeah. I'm crying," you chuckle sourly.

"Did he touch you?" he clarifies. "No," you shake your head. "You know he's not like that."

"He's still an asshole," he mutters. "Definitely," you nod. "First he tells his buddies that I'm great in bed, then he accuses me of cheating, again. I mean, if he's going to accuse me of something, he could at least change it up. Like I killed someone, or something," you scoff.

Xavier chuckles a little. You glance at him and half smile.

"He shouldn't be going around telling anybody about your business," he states.