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𝐼'𝑚 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑢𝑦-

𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠?

More Info on him

𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒-

Sylus: If you want my advice-

Kieran: No offense, boss. But you’re the last person we want relationship advice from.

Luke: Yeah. You tried to kill your significant other. Multiple times.

Sylus: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, she also tried to kill me.

MC: It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder.

So I saw your request being open, I'm going through a bit of rough patch in life. My applications keep on getting denied and its affecting me. Can you do a fic where Xavier comforts reader?

It can be a long fic or a short one, thx

"More than enough"

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘟𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯.

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵

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She stared at the ground, her gaze lowered and unfocused, her mind adrift in a distant, unreachable place. The world around her blurred as if she were submerged underwater, the sounds muted and the colors dull. She was so deeply absorbed in her reverie that Xavier had to pinch her cheek gently, jolting her back to reality. She blinked rapidly, her eyes finally meeting him, the fog in her mind dissipating.

“Are you feeling unwell?” Xavier asked, his voice steady but laced with a subtle note of concern. His eyebrows knitted together slightly, and he tilted his head to the side, studying her with an intensity that belied his usual composed demeanor.

"Do you want to go home for now?" He added, inquiring softly, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow.

Y/n gently shook her head, her expression a mix of apology and determination. "No, no," she murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of reluctance. "I'm alright. I promised to go out with you." She offered him a small, reassuring smile, though beneath it, a flicker of uncertainty lingered in her eyes.

“What’s on your mind?” His voice probing yet kind.

“...I’m just feeling deflated,” Y/n admitted, her words trailing off into a heavy silence.

“With what?” he pressed, his concern deepening.

“Just life,” she sighed softly, opening her palm and gazing at it as if searching for answers in the lines and creases. “It feels like I can’t attain anything.” she confessed, her voice tinged with a quiet despair.

"You've got me," Xavier said softly, his words pulling Y/n from her thoughts. She looked up at him in surprise, blinking before her brows curved slightly. A faint smile tugged at her lips, appreciating his attempt to comfort her.

"I know that, but—" She cut herself off, clenching her palm into a tight fist as she stared at it. "I just feel like a failure..."

Xavier took a step closer, then another, until his shoes were just in front of hers. Gently, he reached out and opened her clenched fist, his fingers carefully untangling her grip. "You aren’t at all," he whispered, his eyes locking onto hers with sincerity.

"Out of all the things my hands have held, the best by far is you," he added, lifting her hand slightly and intertwining their fingers together, fitting like puzzle pieces perfectly.

He then leaned in, resting his forehead gently against hers. “So, please don’t think of yourself as a failure. You can always try again.” He whispered, his breath warm and comforting against her skin.

Xavier gently cupped both of her cheeks, his touch conveying a mixture of tenderness and reassurance, before placing a soft kiss onto her forehead. “You’re everything but less.” 

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦! 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡.

"𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮." —𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐌𝐜𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, "𝐂𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞"

This is my second request, I love your writings! I hope it isn't too much to ask if you could do another LNDS boys x MC with another plushie headcannons but instead, MC has the boys' plushie? Like how would MC treat the plushie and how would the boys react?

MC Plushies

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘔𝘊 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮?

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

"Is... that me?" Xavier is taken aback, surprised at the sight of the plushie that resembles him. "Where did you get that?" He gently takes the plushie and examines it.

You explain that you made it yourself, apologizing for your lack of skill, thinking it might not look much like him.

But Xavier is impressed by the attention to detail. Slightly embarrassed, he places a hand on his nape as he glances at the plushie. "It looks good," he says with a small smile.

When you ask if he wants it, Xavier thinks for a moment before deciding you should keep it, believing it would be a comforting companion for you when he’s away.

However, he soon regrets this decision as he sees you carrying the plushie everywhere. He starts feeling jealous of the inanimate object’s constant presence.

The breaking point comes when he finds you snuggling with the plushie in bed. Although it is just lifeless cotton, Xavier almost feels as if it is mocking him. Without hesitation, despite you being asleep, he takes the plushie away, tossing it to the ground and taking its place beside you.

The next morning, you can’t find the plushie. “Have you seen the plushie?”

"No," Xavier answers instantly, "I haven’t seen it."

He definitely had and hid it away, just so he could have your attention solely on him.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

He finds you adding some finishing touches to a plushie, glancing over your shoulder with a hint of curiosity. "What kind of animal are you making?”

"...It’s you, Dr. Zayne-"

"..." ← You

"..." ← Zayne

"It’s flawed. The eyebrow is a bit off, and the eyes on the right side are a little crooked." He points out several details that don’t quite capture him correctly.

You argue back, explaining that you just started sewing and half-heartedly apologizing for the inaccuracies.

Naturally, he asks why you made him into a plushie.

"I thought it would be fun to have a little Dr. Zayne around."

"You really do come up with the silliest ideas," he sighs softly, shaking his head, but with the faintest smile tugging at his lips. His tone is disbelieving, but there's a hint of warmth in his eyes.

"Come on, admit that it’s adorable at least."

Zayne crosses his arms, examining the plushie as he holds it up to eye level. "It’s something."

Feeling a bit defeated, you reach out to grab it back. "Fine, if you don’t want it, I’ll take it back." But before you can take it, Zayne dodges your hand.

"I never said I didn’t want it."

"But you said it yourself, it’s ugly."

"I said it’s flawed," he corrects. "I’ll keep it until you can make another one, once you’ve gotten better at sewing, and then we can do an exchange."

He may sound cold and indifferent, but there's an underlying warmth beneath his exterior.

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

Upon seeing you with a plushie that looks like him, Rafayel flashes a charming smile. "I didn't know you were such a fangirl. Should I start signing autographs too?"

He takes the plushie from your hands, examining it with an amused glint in his eye. Striking a pose similar to the plushie, he adds, "Think it got my good side?"

Playfully, he makes humorous comments about its features and how well it captures his "charming" personality. Leaning in, he pretends to scrutinize it with a critical eye. "It's cute, I guess. But nowhere near as handsome as the real thing."

"I think I prefer the plushie version; it’s cuddlier," you tease. "I sleep with it at night."

"Should I be flattered or concerned for your sanity?" Rafayel retorts, though a faint blush appears on his cheeks. Pretending to examine it more closely, he secretly wants to hide his flustered reaction.

"Well, it's not like it captures my charm and good looks accurately," he says, feigning indifference to his earlier statement. "But I guess it’s not terrible for a cheap knockoff."

He tosses the plushie back to you carelessly, but his eyes linger on it a moment longer than necessary. "Just don't go around telling everyone you have a stuffed version of me. I've got a reputation to maintain."

"You’re such a weirdo. But I suppose that's why I keep you around," Rafayel remarks, shrugging his shoulders, though deep down he feels flattered, just doesn’t want to admit it.

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𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘟𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥. (𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘺)

𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘡𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦! 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 ♥

𝐴𝐻𝐻𝐻𝐻𝐻𝐻?! 𝑃𝐿𝐸𝐴𝑆𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑆 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐼 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝑇𝐴𝐿𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐴𝐵𝑂𝑈𝑇 𝐴𝐾𝑆𝐻𝑆𝐼𝑆𝑁𝐴𝐽𝐴. 𝐼 𝑁𝐸𝐸𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆.

𝐼 𝐻𝑂𝑃𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑌 𝐷𝑂 𝐾𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝐸𝐴𝐶𝐻 𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑅.

𝐼 𝑊𝐴𝑁𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝑆𝐸𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑀 𝐹𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝐻𝐸𝑅. 𝐴𝐴𝐴𝐴𝐴𝐴

chat. chat do we think they know each other

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑘-

Thinking about this Xavier 👀

Could this be where the Glitch/Dark Xavier bug come from?