his muse ; reader imagines

Much needed rest ~

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

Warnings: none

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A poke to your side jerked you awake. You hadn't been asleep, not fully at least. Just resting your eyes. You had your head in your arms against your desk, but you were listening to the lecture. You really were. So the poke to your ribs from your best friend was unnecessary and unappreciated. You communicated as much with a glare. When your menacing look met Xavier's playful eyes, his brow furrowed. There were bags under your eyes, he could see that despite the attempts of concealer cover-up. Your eyes were red too, and not in the same way as after you two had spent the afternoon with Ajax. You looked exhausted.

Xavier reached out a tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, leaning in close so no one would hear the two of you.

"When was the last time you slept? You look like the walking dead."

Glaring harder, you pulled back from him.

"wow such charm, Thorne," you sighed and put your head in your hands. "I dunno. I got 6 hours..."

"Last night?" He was confused, you looked much more tired than that accounted for.

"In the past 3 days," you mumbled.

Xavier's frown deepened. Then he was gathering your books and items off the desk, carefully reaching around you to grab your bag. Your mind was much too tired to process what was happening in time, you just watched as he put your things in your bag and then did the same for his own. Then he was standing quietly and grabbing you gently to help you do the same. Your brain finally caught up to reality and you grabbed Xavier's wrist to stop him.

"Xav wait," you glanced around the room, but everyone was still working. no one noticed you two getting up. "What about the flowers?"

Xavier felt his heart almost burst at the sight of your face. Your tired eyes were watering slightly from sleepy worry, and your mouth set into a pitiful frown. You were so tired you didn't even call the class its correct name. Instead, you referred to it as 'flowers'. Of course, you would put a class day of studying over your well-being. Xavier leaned down close to your face and stroked your cheek with the hand not holding your bag.

"Ms.Thornhill will understand, I promise. You need rest honey, you look so tired. Let me take care of you, yeah?"

He watched you glance around the class before you nodded and let him pull you to his dorm.

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Xavier always had an extra pair of your pajamas in his drawers, remnants of your past nights spent sleeping together. So, as you slowly slipped out of your shoes and socks he grabbed the plaid pants and baggy t-shirt.

When you took them from him and slipped into his bathroom to change, he picked up your shoes and moved them so that there was less of a chance of you tripping. Then he prepared his pillows and blankets how he knew you liked. You were taking a while to get changed so he had time to switch clothing as well. Finally, you came out hair a mess, and your face a little damp from where you had washed off your makeup.

You still had that tired pout on your face and it made Xavier want to wrap you up and shield you from the world. So he did the closest he could to that. He gently lead you to the bed, allowing you to lay down first before he joined you. Then he pulled you onto him so that you had one arm over his waist and your arms were tangled.

You welcomed his body heat, the warmth relaxing your tense muscles. Burying your face in the crook of his neck, you breathed a content sigh. Xavier tightened his arms around you slightly and kissed your head.

"Go ahead and sleep honey, I'll be here when you wake up."