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Could you maybe write a piece about the Reader and Xavier? She got kicked out of her parents house (like Michael left barefoot only with his jeans jacket except she got to grab her shoes but no jacket) and wanders through the city. Freezing. Xavier sees her and offers her to spend the night on his couch. When they get to his appartement she takes a warming shower. The Reader showers a bit too long in his opinion so he decides to check on her. It kinda ends with smut..

Sorry this took too long and probably not what you wanted but I got soft

Word count; again I don’t know whoops

I love him 🥺

See u all in a few days x

was listening to ‘hearts don’t break around here’ - Ed Sheeran while writing the soft part and you could probably tell damn

She exhales shakily – hugging her arms, trying to gather any thoughts she has in search to find an answer on what her next move will be.

Rubbing back the tears in her eyes, she sighs again into her hands. Why now? Out of all the times, it’s now her mother gives her ‘the boot’ out of the house.

Shaking her head, finding her composure, she leans off the wall of her local and rolls her eyes to herself. I need a drink, she plainly thinks.

Resting on a bar stool, she rests her elbows onto the bar. Face finding her hands again she grumbles nonsense into them; feeling completely upset, confused and just simply pissed off.

“Rough day?” She peaks through her fingers to stare at the man who’s polishing a glass with an amused eye. She huffs a laugh, hands slumping to the wood as she straighten her shoulders, “you have no idea.”

He raises a brow in question, smirk growing as he places the glass in it’s home before resting her elbows on the bar in front of her and face in his hands, “Oh no, did your dream boy not call you back?” Smirking growing so it raises his cheeks.

As much as his humour would tickle her usually, today isn’t one of them. Her eyes remain emotionless as she chews the inside of her cheek, eyes drifting to the side to daze off to, she shakes her head slightly to shove off her comment.

“Now’s definitely not the time, Xavier.” Her plain voice causes him to straighten his posture, head tilting as his expression puzzles, thinking about any sort of reason as to why the girl in front of him is so troubled.

His lips pout to speak but the sound of her sighing into her hands, grumbling once again, stops him. “What’s happened?” He speaks bluntly, reaching behind him to grab a short glass and place in front of her silently. She groans into her hands at his questions – not wanting to answer. But subconsciously knows the venting would help any thoughts she may have, but not wanting to meet his gaze she speaks into her hands.

“Give me a drink and maybe I’ll think about it–“ she finishes her sentence quickly as she finally finds the courage to look up to him with sad eyes, shocked to already see the bottle of jack in his hand while giving her a knowing smile.

Time goes by and his expression shifts from confused to sadden as the girl vents her feelings in front of him. The bottle of jack going down slowly, partly from himself – but mostly her, but with her mental state the alcohol takes no effect.

Her storytelling gets cut short by the ear ringing sound of girls squealing when ‘girls just want to have fun’ begins to play. Staring blankly to him, she raises her brows in fake amusement as she knocks back the rest of her glass and follows the sound of giggling girls dancing by the jukebox.

Her brows furrow slightly as she watches them dance together; simply having fun and not having a single worry at this moment. She’d hate to admit she’s envious but she can’t help but feel that way and with her attention away she doesn’t notice the worry in Xavier’s face as he takes in her features. Fully taking in the states she’s now in after understanding. He huffs while rubbing the back of his neck, slightly regretting the tone he spoke to her in during the beginning of their conversation. Having a thought while chewing on his bottom lip, he tilts his head to her view, making her eyes turn to him. “Where are you staying tonight, babe?” She gives him a saddened smile while shrugging.

Features becoming annoyed, he crosses his brows, “what do you mean?” He mocks her shrugging in question.

Leaving back in her stall she shrugs again, “I got no where to go, haven’t exactly had the time to sort that out.” She mutters as she crosses her arms on the bar as avoids his stare. He softly smile and shakes his head at her stubbornness for needing to ask for help.

“I have a couch.” He lightly taps her arm as he turns to serve one of the many customers he’s served tonight as she’s rambled. While pouring the stranger asked for, he looks back to her for an answer statement in hope she’d take his silent offer.

She still avoids his gaze but he can feel the clogs in her brain turn in thought as she thinks of the pros and cons of the offer – but in all honesty, where else was she going to go?

He shakes off the laugh as he hands the customer their drink and accepts the cash they give him. Once closing the register, he turns back to her, curious as to why there was no response to his hidden question. Not being able to help the amusement grow on his face he walks back over to her deep in thought figure. Resting his cheek in his hand metres from her, his smile grows a little wider as her face twists in ways to find an excuse not to. Chuckling to himself, he lightly grabs hold of her wrist to bring her attention to him – his whole face softens when her eyes meet him, “stay on my couch and figure out your next move tomorrow. I couldn’t live with myself if I left you knowing you had no where else to go.” Her lips press into a line while her eyes mirror his soft feature. Giving in with a big sigh and an eyeroll, she finally nods her head. Feeling satisfied he couldn’t help but ruffle her hair lightly while giving her a friendly wink as he makes his way to the other end of the bar to another customer.

“M’lady…” he stretches a welcoming hand to the opening door of his small apartment as a friendly smile lifts his cheeks as he stares down to the sheepish grin she can’t help having at the cheesy gesture. She tighten the brightly coloured jacket Xavier tossed over shoulders moments after leaving the bar closer to her before stepping inside.

The smell of weed and scented candles filled her senses – she wasn’t surprised, but an entertained smile found it’s way to her lips. Taking in her surroundings she watches him walk across the small open plan space and throw his worn down bag on corner chair that stood snugly by the window looking out into the city. Pushing the jacket off her shoulders she continues to watch him sigh contently as he makes his way to his fridge as he pulls out two beers, waving one in her direction, a small nod in approval coming from herself as she neatly folds the jacket over the back of his couch – which she gathered was her bed for the night.

The warmest smile placed upon his features, he nods his head into the direction to the door beside her.

“Bathroom’s there if you want a shower – I can grab some clothes for you to wear for the night.” His voice is soft, relaxed compared to how he sounds at the bar setting she usually sees him in and it makes her shoulders sink in relaxation, “Think I might do that, yknow.” She gives the best smile she can give as she back herself to the door, never breaking the smiling gaze they’re giving each other. Twisting the cap of the bottle, he nods again, “towels are on the rack – I’m sure you can gather what’s shampoo and stuff, right?” His sass gets the first laugh of the night from her, causing an eye squinting grin from himself. Eyes rolling and twisting the door handle, she leans against the door frame. “I’m sure I’ll manage.” The mirrored sass causes his bottom lip to catch between his teeth with a shrug and hands raising in surrender.

Her head bows with grace as the hot water rushes over her hair, falling down her face and body as she relaxes to the heat. Combing the left over bubbles in her hair – she slicks her hair back before slowly rubbing hands over her face, letting the hot steam and water clear her pours. Hugging herself and thoughts dazing here she only stands with the shower pouring over her, not bothered about moving. Thoughts taking over all senses, she doesn’t hear the door creak open to a listening ear – nothing creepy, just a worry thought on making sure she’s okay.

He thinks awkwardly in the doorway, shifting from foot to foot as he sees her silhouette behind the shower curtain. The sound of water running and the thought of her skin warm and glistening makes his head shake and take a deep breath before clearing his throat before speaking, “I– uh, are you good?” His worried voice snapping her head back to reality and thoughts mixing.

“Yeah, I’m good! I’m good. I’ll be out in a second.” Her shaken voice makes his lips straighten as he sets the folded clothes to his chest down onto the counter without a word before closing the door.

Creeping out from the bathroom door; she emerges with a shirt miles too big for her that hangs to her mid thigh. His head turns to the creaking door, soft smile lifting his cheeks as he sees her come to view, “sorry I couldn’t find any pants, the ones I–“

“It’s fine. Honestly.” Her voice is soft as she sits on the small couch next to him, slightly hunched so nothing too explicit is seen. His smile growing softer and pulse deepening for the look the girl beside himself is glancing him with; he just wants to reach out and tuck the wet strand of hair that had fallen in front of her face behind her ear and hold her cheek. But without even realising, his thoughts had acted without even realising – his palm feeling the heat rising in her cheek, eyes slightly wide, he’s quick to pull away and stumble on his words and look away. Muttering apologies and scratching the back of his neck, he’s desperately trying to find a way to make an excuse to his sudden act of affection but his thoughts are cut short by the sudden touch of contact of her body leaning against his with a tight hug. Her naked thigh touching his as her arms reach over to wrap around his waist as her face is buried into his chest. His arms are spread by the slight surprise but the sound of her context sigh causes him to relax with another soft smile forming on his lips as his hands find its way to her hair; scratching her scalp lovingly. Humming peacefully, she mutters a faint ‘thank you’ against his chest, resting her chin to look up at him. He looks down slightly dumbfound, surprised by the feeling he feels in his chest. But alas, with his actions playing before his thoughts, his head leans down to place a soft touch of his lips against hers. Pulling away, the pink of his cheeks show in the dim light of his apartment causing a small smile light her eyes for the first time tonight. He reflects her features before pulling her face to his shoulder, hand running down her back her own hand runs down his chest as she brushes her lips gently to his jaw. Not being able to help himself, he’s quick to find her mouth. Cupping her cheek and other finding her waist, she makes a noise of surprise but finds herself gripping onto the simple white vest he wears for comfort.

Before they knew it, the apartment was filled with faint breaths and quiet moans as he places loving kisses over her. Caressing hands and comforting touches as they spread over his bed in the early hours of the morning.

He grips his hands tighter to her his as she rocks above him, her hand gripping his hair while the other is finding something to hold. Her body crumbling slightly as she felt his fingers interlock with her own as he watches her come undone above him – making his brows furrow as he couldn’t help himself, hands wrapping around her lower and upper back, he pulls her to his chest, listening to her whimpering cries of love and ecstasy filling his ears as he fills her.

She lays atop of him, a finger making patterns on his chest, he sighs contently, not being able to help the smile grow wider as the wondering finger travels up for her hand to cup his neck comfortably. Exhaling a soft laugh, he kisses the top of her head before wrapping his arms tighter around her, humming into her scalp.

“I’m here.”

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(my mind has gone blank as i’ve never done tags before im so soz)

#man i am so soft for this man rn idk if im ok #mine #i love him #xavier plympton #xavier plympton x reader #cody fern #ahs 1984

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