Xavier Thorpe x reader oneshots

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mentions of: slight cussing, jealousy?, love confessions

synopsis: Xavier likes you, and always has, now its just time to tell you

the snow was falling down from the sky. It seemed that December has rolled by fast. It was almost your birthday, Xavier has been buying you gifts and painting you all year long. Every month he would draw you in his sketchbook or whenever he felt like it. He thought it was better than taking pictures of you because it took him more than one second meaning it was more "romantic". He drew you pretty often because you felt like home, you felt like someone he will never stop loving in more than one way.

"Hey pretty boy, what's going on in that brain?" you ask coming up to him from behind

"Just thinking to myself"

"You only are that silent and don't want company when you are stressed" you point

How do you do that? How do you know what is going on with him, that isn't your "power", so how do you do it? He can't do that to you. The more and more you point things out about him the more scared he is that you will find out what he truly feels about you. The more that you point things out about him the more he comes to know himself.

"Hello? Xavier?" you wave your hands in front of him

"Sorry, I need to go" he starts to walk the opposite way, but you both have next period together.

You decide to let him go because he lets you go when you're not in it, mentally. You secretly love it but hate it because you like being around him, it's one of your favorite things to pass the time. To be in his shack and just sit there while he draws whatever he draws and you just talk and talk about who you are as a person, and who you wish to be. Xavier was a great listener but hated talking. You had to pry him open every time something was wrong.

You step into your class, and you see Xavier and Wednesday sitting next to each other, you let out a sigh and just walk to the closest seat available, Ajax. You and Ajax weren't close, you let him do his thing with Enid, but left when it was just the two of you, so this would be fun.

"Hey, may I please sit here?" you ask as your already pulling out the chair he nods like he has much of a choice.

You could feel eyes on you multiple times throughout the period, you couldn't tell if it was Enid's or Xavier's or both. You let them be, not your problem, for now.

The days seemed to roll by quickly, it was the weekend before your birthday. You decided to sit at your tree. Maybe it was freezing for everyone and decided to stay in, but you liked the ice hitting your cheeks, the only thing that is not bundled up. You were warm, listening to the music blasting through your earbuds. Looking how the snow hits the ground and how it accumulates.

He looks at you from across the quad. He sees how red your nose is, yet you refuse to move from "your tree". The more he picks at who you are, the more he seems to grow to love you. He loves how you decide that you have trees to meet up at instead of actual locations. He loves how you carry around three different types of headphones just to be positive that you can actually listen to music at any time.

He is so greatful that he got to meet you before he even dared to seek someone else. He would not have enjoyed life as he does now. He wouldn't live life. He would just walk through it. He is sold to you. You are his without even knowing it and you can't return him.

"What are you doing here bug?" he sits next to you on the snow and he is shivering

"That seat is taken" you don't even turn to look at him, you don't offer him a blanket, and you feel terrible because he is freezing.

"Here I'll sit somewhere else" he gets up smooths everything out and goes to sit next to you on the other side

"So is that one" you turn to look at him, you don't dare take off your headphones you just want to see the snow fall with the music in the background

"What is going on with you?" was it something he did? he ponders to himself.

"Nothing" you can see the fog coming up as you speak and you smile, it is cold and you love it.

"Than why are you being a bitch?"

"Thorpe, you can be a bitch all the time and I don't call you that, but the moment I am to you, you can't handle it? Sometimes I wonder what I see in you" you whispered the other half, he could hear it, he could have fucked up hands, from always drawing you, but never hearing.

You grab your stuff that is ice cold and start to get up. You wipe off all the snow that is on you and walk to your dorm. Or so you thought. you could hear the pitter-patter of the shoes following you

"Just because you walked away doesn't mean the conversation is over"

"You sound like my mother Xavier" you turn around and see the man in all his glory...again

"I know your birthday is tomorrow, but I wanted to give you something right now because I feel as though this is the only way I can get you to see how I see you" he starts to get into his backpack and pull out the sketchbook. The cover isn't a boring ordinary photo, it is the very first drawing of you he has ever made. It was you under your favorite tree. Listening to music and in love with the white cold flakes falling from the sky.

"does it move?" it was a stupid question at the time, of course it moves, its his power

"Anytime it feels as though my love has gone away, settle down turn around take this picture and let it play" he says making the picture move. It was the flakes falling and you bopping your head to the music.

You flipped through the pages. He made them all move. You took each and everyone of them in. Observing how they moved and liked the way they he did them so intricatly. You liked how each month he made a portrait of all those time you rantting about your day, now you know why he would stare and than look away at the same time.

"How and why?" You look up to Xavier

"I spend 12 hours of the day staring at you and the other 12 dreaming of you and imagining you." He says as if it was nothing

"No in between?"

"No, never, I even got report cards of my teachers saying that I stare at you too much" he says with his shit eating grin

"I must look very interesting"

"You are interesting, in the best way possible, or I would be bored by now" It was true, he must love finding new things on you, and he especially loved the occasional different hairdo, to draw.

"I would like to get to know you better than just being friends"

"Thorpe are you implying we should date?"

"I got to know your heart, I still have so much for me to learn"

"You are so annoying" you slap his chest as he brings you in to kiss

"C'mon I know you like me sweets" he brings his big grin again

"Ok, I'll go out with you" you say tip-toeing to kiss him

"Thank god for Ms. Weems for giving you a tour" he says wrapping his arm around your waist