his muse ; reader imagines

Just you ~

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x bestfriend!fem!reader

Warnings: light hearted, extremely cheesy & overplayed crush confession, miscommunication trope at it's finest (let's be honest, xavier is somehow great at both communicating and not talking at all), light swearing

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"I don't even understand why you're being all grumpy right now" you sigh as you trail behind your best friend.

You're just leaving the Weathervane café and following Xavier towards the woods, meaning you're probably heading to his little art shack. Everything was going as it usually does – you guys laughing and catching up over your separate drinks – when he suddenly got really quiet and wanted to leave.

"Can you at least tell me what's wrong?"

He doesn't even acknowledge your presence anymore, seeming to be in his own head right now.

You glance at his back, his usually tall stature now hunched in on itself. He keeps running his hand through his hair as it falls in his face, which is when you notice that he's missing the black hair tie that usually sits on his wrist.

Putting a little pep in your step to get beside him, you hold out your own wrist. Upon it lays a hair tie; the same black type that he usually keeps for himself. You started carrying them after noticing how often he sets them down beside him, only to forget doing so and abandoning them altogether.

He halts his movements before glancing at the band adorning your wrist. He stares at it for a few seconds before his gaze trails up at your face, where he stares at you for a few more.

You guys are always comfortable around each other, you've been friends for a while now, so eye contact is not something you struggle with...but there was something different about the way he is currently looking at you. Like he's analysing you. Studying you. Looking past what lays upon your expression and trying to survey your thoughts.

You try to hold his stare, but after a bit your face starts to heat up and the moment feels way too intense, so you divert your gaze to your shoes, the tips almost touching the tips of his own.

You hear the soft sigh fall from his lips before you see his retreating steps. After a few seconds, you fall back in line, trailing behind him once again.

After a few more silent minutes, you reach his art studio. He opens the door for you, though still not looking at you directly, before walking in himself. He immediately finds his closest pencil and sketchbook, making little to no sounds as he sits at his desk and begins scribbling away.

You sit on the stool that accompanies a large painting canvas and watch as he frustratingly works the pencil into the paper, smudging lead with his fingers in an unrecognizable design.

After a while, the silence is almost too much to bear.

"Seriously Xavier, what is wrong with you?"

"Everything apparently" he said abruptly while slamming down his pencil on the multi-colour covered table top, "Enough to not even be an option anymore"

You squint at him, completely distraught by his sudden outburst.

"What the actual fuck are you talking about?"

Completely lost about where this attitude even came from, you run back the conversation you were having back at Weathervane: your wellbeing, school, an upcoming dance, the guy who asked you to said upcoming dance...

Bingo.

"Are you mad about me getting asked to a school dance?" You questioned, a hint of accusation to your voice.

"Yes, okay! I'm mad you got asked to your little dance at normie school!" Xavier exclaimed, standing up and looking down at you.

It takes all but two seconds before you're standing as well, mixed emotions of confusion and anger boiling inside you.

"Why would you be fucking upset! If anything you should be happy that your best friend is actually liked by someone for once" You said in an exasperated tone. Why would your closest friend be upset about you finally getting attention from someone...unless he thinks you don't deserve it.

"Well I'm not fucking happy" He says while looking you straight in the eyes before sitting back in his chair, placing his elbows on the table and his head in his hands.

"Why not?" At this point, anything he said would probably end with you in tears, your heart broken, or both.

"Because I wanted to take you" he says in a soft voice before running both hands through his hair and turning to face you. "Because I want to take you" he reiterates.

You gape at him, eyes and lips slightly widened as you find the words to say.

To be honest, you have had feelings for Xavier for a while. When you first saw him, you thought he was an attractive guy. His long hair compliments his face so well, who wouldn't? But it wasn't until you started connecting that your feelings for him truly blossomed. You loved his artsy side, he was always surprising you with drawings and paintings he made of you, alongside ones he made simply to impress you with his "bring drawings to life" ability. He was always there to cheer you up if something was upsetting you at school, and he would constantly call or text you to see how you're doing.

After all that gaping, the only thing you could think to say was "Why would you want to do that?"

He gave a small chuckle-ish sigh before replying, "Have I not been obvious, because I swear everyone else could see how much I like you except you"

Thinking back at it now, yeah the man was super obvious, but that doesn't mean you actually believe it.

"Seriously, Y/n. I know I'm being super obvious in my flirting tactics, but that's just because I think you like me back. I mean obviously not if you're going to a dance with someone else, but I-"

"Who said I'm going with somebody else?" You cut him off mid rant.

"The guy-"

"If you would've actually let me finish my story instead of getting all jealous and gloomy, you would have heard me say that I didn't even say yes" You look at him with a slight smirk, "Matter of fact, I don't think I even like anyone fro-"

"I knew it"

"From my school. Xavier you seriously need to let a girl finish her story times" you shake your head and softly laugh before looking back up at him.

The smile you've come to adore is finally resting upon his face once again.

"So...you want to take me to the dance" you tease.

"I do" he says as if it's a simple fact.

"Are you gonna ask or...? Because I've got other options to weigh if this is gonna take all da-"

He rushes towards you and envelopes you in a hug, though this one feels different than the ones you usually share.

"Would you allow me the great honour of taking you to your normie school dance?" He finishes as he sets you back upright and grazes his thumb over your cheek.

"I would love to go" you smile up at him, leaning into his touch slightly.

"With me though, right? The other dudes are completely out of the picture?"

"Only with you" you giggle at his playful antics, "Just you"