xavier thorpe oneshots/imagines

heaven && back

no warnings, just xavier being soft n in luv with you

you don't even have to knock twice on the big blue doors of xavier's art studio for him to yank them open, a smile spreading on his face at the sight of you.

"hi," you smile back as he pulls you inside, his hands wet with a few drops of paint. he doesn't respond, but he does cup your cheeks and lean down to kiss you passionately and energetically, his happiness to see you practically radiating off his body.

"i missed you." he mutters to you, pulling away to stare down at you with that dumb smile that makes your heart go crazy. he's so pretty—green eyes full of adoration as his thumbs rub over your cheeks, leaning down to kiss you again.

"i can see that," you chuckle, referring to how affectionate he was being.

xavier never shied away from kissing on you and being lovey dovey, more in private than public. you could never say no to him, not when he was being this cute, his arm over the small of your back as he lead you to his painting. unlike most of the dark stuff he painted, this one seemed... uncharacteristically soft, sweet.

with a golden brown backdrop, strokes of gorgeous daisies popped off the canvas, with his signature at the bottom. he held his hand up to one of the daises to animate it, eventually bringing it to life, placing the painted daisy in your hands. it felt weird, since it wasn't an actual spider but the texture felt like xavier. and you couldn't ask for less.

"did you paint this for me?"

"i was thinking of you," he told you, leading you over to the bean bag and blanket space near the corner of the art studio. he sat, bringing you down with him and into his lap. he seemed giddy just to be close to you. "do you like it? i know it's not what i usually paint, so i don't know if it looks weird-"

"it's gorgeous," you cut him off. he gives you the most radiant smile that you almost stop thinking. "and so are you, xavi."

your stomach flutters as he leans up to kiss you again. his arms wrap tightly around your waist, your hands now rising to cup his face, stroking over his jawline and down his neck. he shudders at your touch, tilting his head to kiss you harder, deeper.

you get the sense that he wants something more but is perhaps too much in a soft mood to ask for it. you test this theory by shifting in his lap, which gains no reaction from him. you slowly roll your hips forward and he stiffens at that, heat radiating from his cheeks beneath his hands.

you pull away, kissing over his nose and his cheeks, down to his ear. "do you want to..?"

you can tell he contemplates for a second, which makes you giggle at him. "it's okay if you don't, baby. i'm just asking because you're being so cute."

"is it normal if i don't?" he turns to face you, his bottom lip between his teeth. "i just wanted to be close to you, i guess. is that weird?"

you knew it was common for artists like him to overthink, but jesus. overthinking being close to your lover?

"absolutely not," you giggle again, placing a short kiss on his pink lips. "we can stay in here forever if you want to."

he nuzzles his face in your neck, his limbs going limp once you start to rake your fingers through his hair, softly scratching at his scalp. "yeah. just wanna be with you."

you kiss the top of your head, puzzled on how you got so lucky.