xavier thorpe oneshots/imagines

the 6 basic emotions

synopsis: you and xavier are paired up on a painting project based on the 6 basic emotions. you experience all 6 together
notes: this is a headcanon <3 remember to follow me & suggest stuff on my tumblr @ / i4xavi

• you guys meet when you're assigned together on an art project for class

• the protect is to create different paintings based on 6 basic emotions: love, surprise, anger, sadness, disgust, and fear

• xavier doesn't know you too well beforehand. he's too caught up in his own head and honestly he's pretty disengaged from the project the moment you sit next to him

• "look. i'm gonna paint three and you're gonna paint three. we've got two weeks till this project is up so that'll give us enough time."

• "uh-" you interject, and almost shrink back at the hard look on his face. however, the first thing that catches your attention are his eyes.

• they're a very light green, seeming to be mixed with gray in the light of the classroom. you don't realize you're staring until his eyebrows furrow in confusion, waiting for you to speak

• "oh! sorry, your eyes distracted me. um, i was gonna say that-"

• "my eyes distracted you?" he interrupts you this time, and you see the faint ghost of a smile on his lips.

• you can feel yourself becoming a lil shy. "i just mean-they're pretty! that's all."

• he nods silently, and you're about to die from embarrassment until he speaks up again.

• "at lunch, sit at my table." is all he says as he stands and shoves his sketchbook in his bag. that smile is there, though it's more prominent.

• and dammit, you've done it. you've caught the attention of the school's troubled artist... and you kind of like it.

• xavier and you can't seem to stop chatting at the lunch table. the rest of his dumb friends are up to their own antics so you're focused on each other, asking questions out of the blue

• "what's your favorite thing to draw?"

• "how do you deal with hair that long?"

• "if you drew a dildo on that page, would it come to life?"

• he was way more goofy than you thought, and you swore you'd faint each time he smiled or laughed with all his pretty teeth showing. he was truly a beautiful person.

• you both had the same power, though you had much more control over yours than his

• "i admire you," he spoke up when you drew a kitten on the page and wiggled your fingers over it, giggling as it came to life.

• "huh? why?" you turned to him, finding him staring directly at you.

• "i get nightmares a lot. fucked up brain, yknow," he chuckled quietly. "whenever i draw it, sometimes the stuff comes out and scares the shit out of me."

• "have you ever wondered why they come to life? why some things do and some things don't?" you asked, pulling up a stool so he can sit gingerly next to you. he shrugs at your question.

• "that's fine. we'll figure it out." you grin at him.
he raises an eyebrow at how.. easygoing you were about the situation.

• not a lot of people were like that with him—some didn't even want to be around him when he drew something as simple as a smiley face.

• the next few days are spent focusing on your project and his little dilemma. he paints surprise based on his own reaction to you calling his eyes pretty (much to your dismay), and fear based on your reaction to when he drew a giant spider that came stepping out of the pages. you almost peed yourself.

• anger was painted when his dad got off the phone with him one day about a subject he refused to tell you about. all you knew was that you came to his studio and saw him flicking the paintbrush of red paint at the canvas harshly, his face screwed up in nothing but rage.

• "xavier?" you asked quietly. his head whipped towards yours, still all twisted, though his eyes seemed to soften a little bit.

• "i hate him," he said dryly, his fists balling up. "that old fuck is so closed minded, doesn't wanna believe his youngest son could be anything but a manipulative piece of shit that steps on everyone and everything just for some fake respect!" he screams, kicking over an empty bucket of paint.

• your heart hurts for him. he's obviously in pain, frustrated that his father is a piece of shit. you are too.

• you're silent as you make your way over to you, holding his balled up fists, easing them out. you place your warm hands into his giant ones, and his long fingers curl around yours.

• "i really fucking hate him." he grits out, tears welling up in his eyes. you pull him close and just-hold him. hug him. you let him cry, and cry he does.
the tall boy is basically shaking with tears against your body. you rock him for a few seconds, and after a couple of moments the sobbing stops.

• when you pull away, you're again mesmerized by his beauty. you knew neither of you are in your right mind but you can't help yourself when your hand slides to his cheek, wiping away some of the tears.

• "have you always been this pretty?" he whispers, making your lips turn up into a grin.

• sadness is painted after that interaction. so is love.

• disgust comes when you two are caught by ajax making out in xavier's bed, your fingers curled in his wet hair while his hands press against your bare skin underneath your shirt.

• you mewl at his hands sliding up just a little higher, his mouth disconnecting from yours, pressing against your jaw..

• but ajax bursts in. he nearly howls at the sight of his best friend getting some action.

• you can't say you didn't try to kill him after that.