his muse ; reader imagines

Tonight you are mine pt. 2 ~

Pairing: Guitarist!Xavier x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, maybe some grammar mistakes

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"I hate him." You spat as you slammed the door of your and Enid's apartment closed. Knowing she would be in her room, it was the first place you went.

You stood in the doorway while Enid lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She had a knowing smirk on her lips but went against guessing.

"Who do we hate now?" She asked.

"Xavier! Who else?"

Enid kept her giddiness to herself and acted nonchalant. "I mean, there are a few others we could hate instead. But what did he do?"

You shook your head.

Nothing. He had done nothing.

Enid knew from your expression that the date had gone well. "What did you do?"

You sighed and pushed Enid over lightly so you could lay next to her. Covering your face, you groaned.

"He's just so irritating! He's cocky, and he's cheeky, and he's so damn cute, and I wish he were boring so I didn't get this annoying feeling in my stomach every time he spoke." Your hands muffled your words, yet Enid heard every word. She grinned from ear to ear while you continued; however, your voice dropped to a whisper, tethering on the edge of cracking. "I'm scared, Enid."

The blonde girl's eyes widened at your confession. She shook her head and tried to remove your hands from your face. Her tone was quiet and warm as she spoke.

"Why are you scared? There's no reason to be scared. He likes you, Y/n," She whispered. "And I know you don't believe he could, but you should've heard him backstage beforehand. It was almost sickening," She made a face, and you laughed softly. "He thinks you're the prettiest, and I think so too if that counts for anything."

You nodded, tears threatening to slip out of the corners of your eyes. "Really?"

"Obviously," Then she gasped. "He didn't hurt you, did he? If he has upset you, I will kick his ass and throw him out of his own band."

Laughing, you turned your head towards her. "No, this is all me."

She gave you a solemn look and twisted her lips.

"Thank you." You whispered.

Enid shook her head. "It's the truth. So," she clapped and smiled, changing the direction of the conversation. "How was the date?"

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Meanwhile, Xavier paced in Ajax's living room. The latter sat bored on the couch while he watched his best friend argue with himself. Xavier had gotten back from your date around the same time you had, but the warmth in his chest was something he hadn't acknowledged until he got to Ajax's apartment.

"She's so..." Xavier paused to find the word.

"Cute, funny, so sarcastic it almost hurts—"

"Frustrating!"

"Not the word I would've gone for, but yeah, okay."

Xavier didn't pay any mind to his best friend as he made a hole in the floor. "She's like no one I've ever met, Jax. She's, like, perfect for me!"

"Okay, perfect?" Ajax furrowed his brows. "You met her tonight."

"Exactly!" Xavier stopped in his tracks and pointed at Ajax. "We only met tonight, and I already feel like this."