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Do a part 2 of I’ve got a race to win! PLS it’s so good like give us the smut 😩😩

Ummmmmmmm so no smut(sorry to disappoint) but I don’t write that but heres a part two nonetheless

Also I honestly didn’t expect part one to get so much attention

This is about Xaiver and NOT Percy Hynes-White

-Victory-

Xavier Thorpe X Reader

Part One

Ummmmmm yeah. Typical relationship problems sequel. Slight angst(maybe, not really) ahead. Happy ending because I can’t write one that isn’t annnnnnd Xaiver’s a little bit of a whiney bitch in this (that boy has some abandonment issues and maybe some other things, depressed ass) This is also kinda shitty because i honestly didn’t know how to expand on part one

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Oh god you fucked up. How you fucked up, you aren’t quite sure.

After the Poe cup you tried to get back to Xavier, but you just got caught up in everyone. Your team decided to have a mini celebration in your dorm and whenever you tried to leave, someone pulled you back.

You didn’t think too much of it, Xavier was your best friend(? Boyfriend? You don't really know) you could talk to him tomorrow.

But, as it seems, he did not want to talk to you.

You tried, you tried a ton. Every class you had with him you made a point to sit next to him and try to get his attention. You passed notes, made quiet quips to him about the lessons, tried to follow him to classes you didn’t even have.

He was ignoring you. It was very plain to see. Maybe if you had found him immediately after the cup. Maybe if you talked to him more insistently. Maybe if you hadn’t kissed him at all. You could have been misreading the signals, there might not have been any to begin with. And now you have fucked up and you don’t even really know what your fuck up is.

“I don’t see why you can’t just speak with him.” Wednesday says, watching you pathetically lay face down on Enid’s bed. “He’s ignoring them though.” Enid replies, sitting down next to you.

“I don't see why you can’t use force. Or let me drain him of his blood, that would put an end to this exhausting situation and let me have quiet writing time.” She snips out, pushing the keys on her typewriter a bit too forcefully.

“I’m not as intimidating as you. He’d see through any intimidating facade I put on.” You put a mocking tone on intimidating, knowing Xaiver would probably laugh in your face if you tried to be forceful with him.

He didn’t laugh when you were nipping at his neck in the forest

You groan at your thoughts, who even knows if he actually enjoyed that. Could have been faking to stall you. Which, in hindsight, doesn’t really make sense considering all it did was stall him.

A knock on the door breaks you out of your thoughts.

“Why is our room the one everyone decides to congregate in?” Wednesday asks annoyed, getting up to angrily open the door.

You jolt upright at Xavier’s voice.

“Wednesday, I really need to talk to you.” He said, not yet noticing you. She groans in response before stalking over to you.

Xaiver looks… honestly as bad as you felt, despite that you can’t help find his undone look incredibly attractive. Even though he looks ready to bolt as soon as he sees you.

Wednesday grabs your hand, forcefully pulling you up and dragging you towards the door.

“I believe you need to speak with them.” She replies by pushing you out the door.

You both stand there silently for a very long time.

You don’t really know what he’s waiting for. You’ve tried talking to him and all he does is push you away. The sigh that comes out of you when you realize he’s waiting for you is quite pitiful if you’re being honest.

You start to walk away, not letting him have the satisfaction of you asking what’s wrong again.

“Wait! Please… we really should talk.” He says after grabbing your arm. He puts on a joking tone, as if you’d laugh after all your dropped jokes from today.

“I don’t see why you want to talk now. After I’ve been trying all day.” You quip back, thoroughly exhausted with him.

“I know… I shouldn't have ignored you. I just… can we not do this in front of Enid’s room where you know she’s listening? Please?” He trails off, placing a pointed stare at the door behind you.

“Fine.” You sigh out, removing your hand from his grip and walking swiftly down the hallway. He catches up with you easily. Damn those long legs.

The walk to your dorm is awkward. So very awkward. The both of you used to be able to fill any silence with banter, gossip, or nothing at all, not caring what filled the silence, just that you were spending time with one another.

Then you went and screwed it all up.

Or he did.

Or you both did.

You honestly don’t know.

When you open the door you both walk quickly in, letting him shut it before leaning back.

“Look, I… I’m sorry for ignoring you. It was uncalled for.” He gets out, he’s never really been good at apologies.

“I don’t care that you were ignoring me, okay I care but I just want to know the reason. What did I do that made you so pissed?” You ask, placing your hands on your hips.

He looks utterly astonished that you don’t know, not taking into consideration that he didn’t tell you.

“Excuse me? You used me! You kissed me when you knew I liked you to win the stupid trophy and didn’t even care enough to spare me a glance after you did.” He answers, which only makes you more confused.

“First of all you kissed me, not the other way around! And secondly, how could I have used your feelings if I didn’t even know you had them! And third of all! I tried to talk to you and you blew me off!” You reply, stalking closer to him.

“How could you not have! I made it so incredibly obvious! Everyone knew! They constantly joked about how whipped I am in front of you!” He says, exasperatedly, running his hands through his hair.

“Well I didn’t! And now you decide to ignore me because I couldn’t get back to you immediately after I won! I wanted to! If that makes you feel better. Except you’re so good at ignoring me and not just fucking communicating like a rational person, that that wouldn’t have mattered! Ya’ know sometimes I think- “ it doesn’t really matter what you think when Xavier pulls you head forward to meet your lips with his.

While this is most certainly not a solution to the problem at hand you can’t deny it’s a very good distraction. Xavier’s hands land on your cheeks, making sure you don’t stray too far from him in your attempts for breath, while yours are clutched at his shirt, just as desperate to keep him close to you.

God, it’s lovely, hot breaths mingled in between long drawn out kisses and Xaivers short groans whenever you decide to nip at his lips.

Reluctantly(very reluctantly) you pull away from him.

“This isn’t exactly communicating.” You whisper out, looking at Xaivers flushed face.

“You’re not getting the message?” He says, trailing one of his hands down to rest on your hip. “I love you, have for longer than I’d like to admit.”

“Thankfully, don’t know what I’d do if I had to go back to pretending that you don’t drive me crazy.” You confess, quivering as his thumb swipes over your lips.

“I might need to make it a little clearer though.” He suggests with a devious glint in his eyes.

“Maybe… “ you breathe out, your eyelids already sliding shut.

Once his lips are on yours for a third time in the past 24 hours, you don’t think you could ever remember when victory tasted as sweet.

-Wednesday-

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