Hi Hi~ I'm DreamEffectss (or Dreamie for short), She/Her, 21+
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xavier prefers physical things, tangible items he can hold and cherish
a/n: hi hiiii random xavier fluff because i love him hehe ,, i am guilty of hoarding every little thing i can get my hands on and have way too many receipts and random little things hidden in boxes under my bed .,,, oops!
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xavier has a collection of boxes he keeps hidden in his closet with memorabilia of his relationship with you, he continuously adds little things to it, going through them when he misses you a little extra or when the two of you argue.
he has a sticky note you gave him. in your messy handwriting you’d written ‘are u okay? u look sleepy’ he’d turned to you and smiled, catching you after the meeting and telling you he’d stayed up late binge watching a series (he heard you mentioning it to Tara so he watched it to have something to talk to you about)
there’s a pressed flower from the bouquet he got you when he asked you out, along with the receipt from the dinner he’d bought you that night. his face flushes everytime he sees the two items, embarrassed by the fact that when your lips connected for the first time that night, the streetlight you were standing under burst.
he has various movie tickets, some more faded than others from your weekly movie dates. even when you ordered the tickets online, xavier would buy an extra ticket without you knowing so he could have the stub. on the back of each ticket he would rate the movie out of ten and include your review (which almost always consisted of ‘that was so good!’).
there’s two birthday cards: one you’d given him at work that was signed by various coworkers in the association, and another you’d gave him on the elevator home. you’d written a love letter on the inside of the star-themed card. xavier’s hands shook slightly as he read the card, blinking quickly as you wrote everything you loved about him, heart pounding when he saw the way you’d signed your name.
yours always, y/n
he blushes every time he rereads the card.
he has a printed out picture of you posing with a cupcake, one he’d bought for your half birthday. his reason? “you’re too special to only be celebrated once a year.” he has the way your eyes softened etched in his brain.
there’s various polaroids in every box. the photos range from dates the two of you went on, candid pictures of you, poorly taken selfies and one very well hidden explicit one.
he remembers the way you laughed at him when he first showed you the polaroid camera.
“xavier the quality on those is so bad compared to the cameras we have now!” you placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
“i like being able to have the pictures with me,” he explains, pointing the camera at you and smiling when you pose with a kissy face.
you’re quick to snatch the device from him, telling him to smile before snapping a photo. “this one’s mine!” you grinned.
you kept a polaroid of the two of you in your phone case, xavier kept one of you in his wallet and another in his phone case.
in a bag are a couple of whiskers, ones you’d found around your shared home from the cat you’d adopted together. besides that are tickets from the zoo and aquarium, coupled with more photos of you at each exhibit.
xavier smiles to himself as he continues to rummage through cards, letters, flowers and other items. finally his finger brush against the velvet box he was searching for, heart skipping a beat as he picks it out from the memories the two of you had made together.
he opens the box, the ring gleaming back at him as he smiles. he closes it quickly, puts the box in his pocket before setting everything back in its place. with a deep breath he stands up, smoothing out his outfit and heading out the door.
it’s time to make a lifetimes more worth of memories with you.
It really pains me to see people complaining about some of OPLA's subtler acting choices and pretending like certain stuff isn't there just because it isn't constantly shoved into our faces. Zoro's portrayal in S1 is hit especially hard by this. He has his "stupid" and goofy moments (the toilet comment, anyone?), they're more subtle and sporadic but they're very clearly there. He also shows emotional range, not as much as in S2 maybe, but he's not just "edgy" or sarcastic all the time. He's openly smiling in different ways at several occasions or becoming genuinely angry in others. It's just acted with subtler clues instead of exaggerated like it is in the anime/manga. It also makes a lot of sense from a character perspective that both Zoro and Nami are more guarded in S1 and loosen up once they're comfortable in the crew and surrounded by friends in S2 which you can also see already towards the end of S1. They both spent most of their lives on their own so far with no one else to rely on or comfort in. Of course they wouldn't be the most emotionally open people in existence and be wary about just goofing off all the time.
It really feels like media literacy is dead sometimes with how people are claiming they "fixed" Zoro in S2 when that is just the natural progression of the very character he already was in S1, just like it is for Nami. And I really hope they won't try to just go into more and more goofiness in the following seasons because I still see people complaining that he doesn't act as exaggeratedly and over-the-top as his anime/manga counterpart. (Though, fortunately, a lot less than there were back for S1, although Sanji and Luffy seem to have become the new controversy now).
a/n: hihi!! as decided by my poll here is the Xavier comfort I promised #democracy, this started as a very self indulgent thought bc I had a horrible month last month but we are #up now !!! okay enough yap I hope u all enjoy and I hope this comforts at least one of u and makes u feel better <33 any thoughts and comments are v appreciated :3
warnings/tags: xavier x reader, lots of fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of spiraling and general sadness, not eating/taking care of self, xavier being a good bf, kind of early relationship, I think that's everything !
wc: 2.0k
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It was one of those months. The ones where your late night thoughts slowly get too comfortable in the daylight, pestering you while the sun shines on your skin, even when you’re trying to ignore them as you talk to a coworker. The kind of month where you tell yourself ‘I just have to get through this week’ every single week. The kind of month that tears you down until you feel like there’s no end in sight.
Xavier had noticed the bags under your eyes, he noticed how forced your smile was when talking to the others in the office. Most of all he noticed the way you barely spoke to him, where usual rambles and rabbit holes would be, he was met with short sentences, tight smiles and early goodbyes.
He didn’t push, he never did. He waited patiently, gave you gentle reminders of him always being available when it came to you. He listened as you gently rejected his third attempt at getting you out of your apartment to go somewhere that wasn't work.
“I have some vegetables that are about to go bad, maybe next time?” you smiled at him gently, it didn't reach your eyes. Xavier felt his heart tug, giving you a small smile and nodding as the elevator doors opened to your floor.
“You know where I'll be if you change your mind,” he replies quickly, you give him another tired smile before exiting the elevator. Xavier lets out a sigh as the doors close behind you, shutting his eyes and tilting his head back against the cool metal until the small ‘ding’ pulls him out of his mind.
The second your apartment door closes behind you there's tears welling in your eyes, a deep emptiness that seems to only grow the harder you try to ignore it. You ignore the hot tears that make their way down your cheeks, tuning out the pathetic hiccups that leave your lips as you take your shoes off with shaky hands and place your keys on the countertop.
Through blurry eyes you make it to your kitchen, taking a sip of water and before walking past your empty fridge and straight to your bedroom. You barely have it in you to peel your uniform off you, and if it weren’t for the grime on it you wouldn’t have bothered.
You pick out the first shirt you find, pulling it over your head and immediately curling under your covers, broken sobs leaving your body as your arms curl around yourself tighter.
I just have to get through this week
For a second your mind blanks, when will it ever end?
Your thoughts make you feel worse, eyes screwing shut tighter than before as you whimper. You let yourself spiral, mind running rampant, you don’t have it in you to try and calm yourself down.
Xavier notices the slight puffiness of your eyes the next day at work, he notices the prominent dark circles under them when you turn to face him. You give him a small smile, no glimmer in your eyes whatsoever. It makes him worry.
“Hey starboy,” you mumble softly, you sounded exhausted.
“Hi starlight,” he replies, stepping closer to you, enough for you to tear your gaze from your computer screen. “Are you feeling alright?” Xavier almost regrets his words when he sees your bottom lip tremble for a second, watching as you suck in a shaky breath before giving him a curt nod.
“Just tired,” you reply, trying to reassure your lover before you turn your attention back to the screen.
Xavier hums and lingers for a second before he finally turns to leave your desk, b-lining to find Tara in the break room.
“Tara, have you spoken to Y/N lately?” she jumps at his words, quickly turning around and almost spilling her coffee in the process.
“Xavier! You scared me! You really shouldn’t sneak up on people making hot coffee,” she laughs nervously, “I talked to her the other day, she seemed upset but didn’t want to talk about it.” Tara looks down at the liquid in her cup, “I didn’t push, I figured she wants to be left alone, y’know since she’s independent and all that,” she shrugs her shoulders.
“Has she mentioned anything else to you?” Xavier asks, head cocked slightly to the side.
Tara shakes her head, “nothing, I’ve been messaging her to join me on errands or lunch and stuff and she doesn’t even reply,” she sighs, “I even tried baiting her into joining me grocery shopping so she can get something in her fridge but she just flat out silenced my notifications.”
Xavier furrows his brows at her words, you had an empty fridge? The cogs in Xavier’s head slowly click into place, excusing himself and thanking Tara for her help before he heads to the store.
You follow your same routine, barely closing your door before the hollow feeling in your chest consumes you. Hot tears in your eyes as you take your shoes off, sitting on your couch with your head in your hands as you cry. You’re not sure how much more you can take.
I wanna go home, the thought flickers in your mind, making another sob leave your lips as you wipe your tears. The footsteps of your upstairs neighbor make you go quiet.
Home.
Your shaky fingers find Xavier’s contact in no time, quickly dialing it and pressing your phone up to your ear, sniffling.
Xavier answers before the first ring could finish, basket in hand and closing the front door of his apartment. “Hi starlight,” he says softly, locking the door and walking down the hallway. He hears your sniffling before he hears your voice, he wills himself to take the elevator instead of teleporting to your living room.
“Can you- Do you think you can come over?” your voice breaks on the last word, and Xavier is grateful there’s no one else on the elevator to see the lights flicker as soon as he steps into it.
“I’ll be there in a second, my star,” his gentle words make you want to cry harder.
You let yourself sob as the call ends, curling in on yourself and letting your thoughts run wild. You couldn’t even deal with this yourself, how embarrassing. Your chest aches, the pit in your stomach growing as the knot in your throat shows no signs of leaving you soon.
There’s three gentle knocks on your door before it’s unlocked, followed by your favorite sound in the world, “starlight? I’m coming in okay?” The door opens slowly, Xavier immediately sees you curled on the couch, face buried in a pillow as your body shakes. He feels his stomach churn at the sight.
He’s at your side in a second, placing the basket by his feet and wrapping his arms around you. The comfort makes you cry even harder, twisting your body to bury your face in his chest, gripping the fabric of his black hoodie like it was your lifeline.
Xavier holds your tightly, rubbing your back and gently comforting you, soft, ‘I know, I’m right here’s and ‘let it out, I’m sorry’s make your chest grow tighter. Xavier always smelt like clean laundry and warm musk, you feel your heart get a little lighter the longer you’re in his arms.
“Deep breaths, I’m right here,” he whispers, never rushing you, never asking what happened. Slowly, your tears stop flowing, your sobs are reduced to scattered sniffles, but your grip never loosens. Your eyes open slowly, and you can’t help but feel embarrassed when you see the giant wet patch on your boyfriend's hoodie.
Xavier’s eyes never leave you, watching as you slowly pull away from him, finally looking at him for the first time since he’d arrived. He offers a small smile, “better?”
You nod in response. Your breath hitches slightly when his thumb wipes away your stray tears, sapphire eyes still staring at you like the most beautiful thing in the universe.
“‘m sorry,” you mutter out, still sniffling as you rub your eyes to get any last stray tears. Xavier frowns, brows downturned as his eyes somehow soften even more, one finger under your chin and he gently lifts your face.
“Why are you apologizing?”
You shrug your shoulders, “getting like this, crying and getting boogers on your hoodie,” you let a small sigh, “I know I should be able to deal with this on my own, and I really tried to but- I don’t know, I’m sorry,” your bottom lip trembles again. Xavier’s frown only deepens at your words, watching as you avert your gaze from his own.
He opts to move his hand from your chin to your cheek, brushing the hot skin with his thumb, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“You never have to deal with anything on your own.” His words make your heart stutter, eyes welling with tears for a completely different reason this time. You let yourself rest your face in the crook of his neck, melting into him as he wraps his arms around you, one hand covering the back of your head. “No matter what it is, however big or small I will always be there to help you in any way that I can.”
“What if you can’t help me?” Your words are muffled against his skin.
“Then I’ll do everything in my power to find someone who can. I’ll stand by your side no matter what, you can use me as a punching bag or a shoulder to cry on or anything you might need. Whatever you want me to be, whatever you need me to be, I’ll be that.”
Another sob escapes your lips, grip tightening on your boyfriend. “Did I say something wrong?” concern laced in Xavier’s words as his brows furrow slightly, eyes wide. His body is tense, only relaxing when he feels you shake your head ‘no’ against him.
“How do you always know what to say?” you ask, moving your head from his neck and staring at him through your tears. “You’re too good for me,” the pout on your lips makes you look even more adorable, it makes Xavier want to kiss you silly.
He smiles at you, eyes crinkling slightly before reaching down and picking up the wicker basket he’d left at his feet. “For you, my star.”
A bouquet of your favorite flowers, snacks, a coloring book, a puzzle, and an envelope. Your mouth falls open slightly as you gasp, eyes watering again.
“Xav,” you whisper, looking at the silver haired man beside you. He only giggles, motioning for you to open the envelope.
It’s a card with a corny joke and a silly cat drawing on it, inside is his beautiful handwriting. Your heart pounds as you read his words, warmth filling the emptiness you’d felt previously. And then at the bottom of the letter:
Remember this is temporary, and when you feel like it’s not, I’ll remind you of the good, I’ll make you a sun to find the light
With all the love in the cosmos, your xavier
You smile at the words, finally looking up again and finding golden specs of light floating around the two of you. They light up your once dim apartment, converging slowly to make one large orb, flickering slightly and taking on an all too familiar shape.
“Any time you call for me, I’ll always run to you, my star,” Xavier whispers, his eyes haven’t left you for a second, taking in the way you seem to slowly get back your spark he loves so much.
You don't realize you're smiling as you stare at the makeshift sun in your living room. Even after isolating yourself, after trying to do it alone, after pushing him away for a month you'll never get back, Xavier is there. He will always be there, no matter how long he has to wait, no matter what he has to do, he always finds his way to your side.
You always find your way to him, you always let him in. Because maybe you can't get through this week, maybe tomorrow will be worse. But you rest assured, knowing there will always be a light waiting for you, knowing the sun will find you on the darkest days.
Xavier makes sure of it.
taglist: @hirayalia @violasepals @txtworlddom @mrs-lixiaqin @luvyizhou send an ask to be added :3!
Little sneak peek of a cmsn I just completed 🙂↕️ 💕
BASED ON THIS FIC !!!!!!!!!!! IYKYK ITS SO HOT GO READ IT RIGHT NOW!!! being commissioned to draw a foursome.,,,, wow,,,,im truly moving up the world, heh, 🥰🥰🥰
I've been wanting to do another study of Sui Ishida's art for sooo long and this theme fit perfectly with XavMc. I'm seriously in love with the way he colors, its magic. I am nowhere close to replicating it LMAO
(Reference image from Jack Jeanne attached below)
gah his work is so gorgeous make another otome pls pls pls the otome girlies yearn for more
GUYSSSS LOOK !!! I got a commission from @/ryznia (twt) for my bday aaaaa they're so cute im in tearssss
also commissioned a sylus fic from @/minnamouse33 for my bday too !!!! sweet domestic sylus has me so soft -> read on AO3 here
I wanted to commission more artists and writers for my bday but stuff came up so I couldn’t get as many as I planned :''') hopefully next year I can get more hehe 💕
(birthday was yesterday but I was too busy to post anything until today hhhhh)
