his muse ; reader imagines

Kissin' in the rain ~

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

Warnings: angst and fluffiness

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Everyone began noticing there's something going on between Xavier and you, specially after your failed date at the fair. At first, there're were murmurs around you, not so kind ones until Xavier force them to shut up, giving you a nod after almost hitting one of the mermaids that was taunting you.

He didn't talked to you on classes and neither you tired to get closer to him. Yet, both of you began noticing the other more. Xavier's eyes always drifted to you when you entered a room, when you sat quietly and lonely on the other side of the cafeteria, when you stayed as far as you could from the others when Principal Weems made the announcements.

You began noticing a few things on your own, how he often had smudges of paint or charcoal on his hands and sometimes on his face. How he often covered his mouth when he take a huge bite of something, how he always sat with the same people at lunch, how he tried his hardest to ignore Bianca's attempt to have a conversation.

But still, neither of you acted out on your discoveries, until that one time after lunch.

Some people thought it would be funny to take away your gloves, so with the help Vinny's telekinesis, they managed to take your gloves away and put them as higher as they could on a tree. You were at this point hyperventilating outside under the rain, trying to grabbed them before class started.

Everyone was watching you struggle from the windows, a few of them giggling at your attempts but the others just ignored the childish prank.

Xavier entered the classroom and put his backpack on his desk, noticing how there was a multitude of people watching the window with amusement. "What's going on?" He asked Ajax, who was recoding something on this phone.

"Vinny, Jax and Penelope pranked (L/N), they managed to take her gloves from here! That's having balls dude." Ajax laughed, making a close up to your distressed face. Xavier stared at it for a second before leaving the classroom.

"Xavier?" Bianca intercepted him on the corridor, her hand grabbing his arm to stop him. "What are you doing? Class is going to start soon." She tried to turn him around but he shook her off.

"I have something to do." He drily told her, trying to pass her but she blocked his path. "Bianca, move, I don't have the patience to do this."

She crossed her arms over her chest and arched a brow. "And what could be more important?"

Before Xavier could answer, a happy Enid and a following Wednesday stood at their side. "Don't you hate rain? Ugh, it always get's my hair all frizzy." Enid complained.

"I quite enjoy this day." Wednesday stated, her hands carrying her bag on the front, her face as emotionless as always. "Class is about to start Bianca unless you finally accepted you will not accomplish anything if you stay there."

"Rude." Bianca told her, finally taking her attention from Xavier, but still not getting out of his way. "I'm here simply reminding Xavier to enter the classroom." She smiled, "Isn't that right?"

Xavier didn't answer, looking at the door that would take him to outside. Wednesday noticed.

"I didn't know you enjoy portraying the maternal role, quite painful to watch." Wednesday nudge Enid with her elbow.

"Ouch Wednesday! That hurt!" Enid complained but Wednesday only glared at her, she sighed, linking her arm with Bianca. "C'mon, they want to talk about death or something creepy, I still don't know how you enjoy those things Wednesday." Enid dragged a complaining Bianca away.

"Thanks." Xavier murmured, beginning to walk away, only to be stopped by Wednesday. "Don't have time for this Wednesday."

"If you are planning to be a creepy hero, at least take an umbrella." She pushed one hard enough on his chest before walking away.

He stared at it for a moment before finally going outside. He opened the umbrella and walked towards you, who now was sitting under the three accepting the rain. "Hey." He gently greeted you.

"Please," You whispered completely broken. "Just go away, please."

He watched how you hugged your knees closer to your body before he knelt in front, he quietly offered you the umbrella and you stared at it for a moment. "It won't bite." He whispered.

"I don't want to touch you." You whispered back. "Just leave Xavier, the damage is already done, they are completely destroyed."

Xavier couldn't help but sigh, offering once again the umbrella for you to take, you slowly took it, trying so hard to not touch him, once you had it in your hands, he quickly search in his pockets for something, once his fingers felt the plastic material he took it out, a tiny packet of gloves, he offered them.

"Bought them the other day for one of my paintings, they are new." He told you gently, "Take them."

"Xavier." You began.

"Just take them (Y/N)." He placed them on your knees, "It's not the best material but it'll do the work."

You quickly open the packet, letting go of the umbrella but Xavier managed to grab it, you put them on and you felt somehow safe. You stood up and offered a small thank you.

"That's it?" He called you out. "Just a thank you and you leave?"

"What do you want me to say?" You turned around, distressed. "Just accept it!"

"Accept it." He huffed a laugh, looking at you in disbelief. "Just accept it?"

"I don't know what more do you want me to do Xavier." You brushed away the wet hair from your face. "I can't touch you or hug you, so what do you want?"

"I'm trying to be nice here (Y/N)." He grunted, taking a step closer to you. "I could just let you out here on your own."

"Then you should have!" You tried to turn around but he didn't let you, grabbing the back of your jacket, turning you around. "What do you want from me? You did a good thing, now you are the hero, congratulations."

He closed his eyes. "I'm trying, okey?" He paused, trying so hard to not lose his cool. "I'm trying! Fuck you, you hear me? Fuck you and fuck my feelings" You stared at him. "It's fucked up, y'know? Last month I hated you, I hated you so much that I wanted you out of here because your whole presence bothered me!"

"What...?"

"I don't know what's wrong with me but I can't get you out of my head you hear me?" He grabbed your shoulders and you tensed, "I don't fucking know how to act around you, okey? I–"

"You what?" You whispered.

"I don't know what to do..."

"You've done enough." You gently took a step inside of the umbrella, carefully to not touch him. "You've done more than enough, you've been kinder than anyone in this school."

"But that's not enough." He whispered. "I don't want to just be kind, I-I want to hold your hand even if I need to put on gloves, I want to hug you and I don't care if I have to layer up a thousand of clothes to do so, I want to paint you, eat the weird lunches they serve in the cafeteria, I want to do those things with you."

He quickly searched his pocket once again and took out another packet of gloves, with so much effort (because they got wet) he managed to put them on, offering you his hand. You stared at it for a few seconds. "C'mon." He whispered.

You took it and he intertwined your fingers together.