#hellozxxy

[hellozxxy]

[jessicashay87]

[dearmrhiddleston]

[mikanskey]

A beautiful and romantic cherik fanvid by @hellozxxy

[cursedcursingviking]

A sincere happy holidays to all of my beautiful and amazing followers+mutuals+senpais, new as well as old. Even after a chaotic year where I might not have interacted as much as I wanted to, trust me, I still love you so so much.

I hope you get notified, tumblr often swallows my tags:c

@caffiend-queen @dangertoozmanykids101 @emeraldrosequartz @alexakeyloveloki @dianamolloy @wegingerangelica @wolfsmom1 @redfoxwritesstuff @tilltheendwilliwrite @incorrectnorse-quotes @oh-for-fic-sake @imanuglywombat @iloveyouyen @pedeka @latent-thoughts @ladyoftheteaandblood @littlefreya @kiss-my-fass @honeychicanawrites @hellozxxy @fanficshiddles @demivampirew @sabine-leo @angryschnauzer @cavillvirus @viking-raider @villainousshakespeare @ballyhoobarnes @burningrosepassion @butchcarols @nuggsmum @nildespirandum @milky-maid-moo-moo

[ridemedaddyjames]

Cuddle the Penguin

Pairing: James McAvoy x reader

Warnings: nsfw - just a few suggestive remarks

Words: 400

Summary: James McAvoy FaceTiming you while he’s filming for a movie

Pic. credit to: @hellozxxy

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, James had been away for almost a month filming a new movie, and it left you with the whole house to yourself. As you sprawled out on the couch, flipping through the hundreds of channels, you couldn���t seem to find anything good to watch. You heard your phone ringing on the bar in the kitchen, and quickly raced to pick it up.

To your surprise, it was James wanting to FaceTime with you, and you’d answered it excitedly. “Hey, babe!” James said, trying to talk over the sound of the wind and snow. He was dressed in a thick jacket with a scarf and beanie, and you couldn’t help but think how cute he always seemed to look.

“Hey! How’s filming going?” You asked, smiling from ear to ear at the fact that you could actually see him. The two of you had been dating for almost a year, and seeing his face still managed to make you giddy.

“Not too well I’m afraid. I think I might be freezin my fuckin balls off,” James teased, shaking his head. He had never been too fond of the cold weather.

“Don’t do that! We’re gonna need them, eventually!” You rolled your eyes, playing along with his little charade.

“Well, dear, I don’t believe I see you commin out here to warm them up,” he scoffed, letting his Scottish accent run thick.

“Warm them up yourself while I enjoy my nice, warm, California weather,” you gloated, with a laugh.

“Now, how is that at all fair to me?” James questioned, cocking his eyebrow at you.

“By all means, terminate your contract, and fly back home. I won’t be mad,” you shrugged, throwing the option out there for him.

“Don’t you tempt me, Y/N,” he smirked, wagging his finger at you disapprovingly.

“Should I be expecting you within the next few hours?” You teased, biting your lip, hopefully.

“I’ll see you when we’re finished filming,” James corrected, wanting more than anything to jump on a plane so he could be by your side.

“Alright, but if you get too cold you better snuggle up with a penguin, and not one of your costars,” you snapped, sarcastically.

“Goodbye, Y/N,” he laughed, rolling his eyes at your comment.

“I love you!” You shouted into the phone with a big grin spread across your face.

“I love you, too,” James smiled, ending the call as he headed back to the set.

[elizabethcrumb]

(New ) Split Oc book 4 up to read! :D

Book Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/27834121/chapters/68143303

My Oc books are 4 strong now being made since early 2017, been a long road and I couldn’t have done it without my dearest Co Writers! Thank you! Don’t forget to show this book some love and comments! :D

@novaauthor13 @hellozxxy @pizzzazlut @yaztheangel @caseycrumb @clickthefrog @caseycookes @rpenthusiast @bornslippey @wellclutchmypearls @allthenobodyppl @the-six-fingered-villain @underaspark @polgara6 

[hedwigbarrycrumb]

I think these tell so much about me xD

Got tagged by @sweetivymcavoy

Gonna tag: @cheriktrashquotes @fuckyesjamesmcavoy @hellozxxy @jamesfuckingmcavoy @jamesmcavoywithsloths

[demonlady]

So i'm not sure how I got here but, I just became a full time Cherik crackhead after watching Dark Phoenix lol. Could you possibly reccomend some of your favorite blogs to follow?

Anon hello there!!! I’m not sure either but I’m glad ;3 and well you asked the right person of course!

Ok, ok just kidding xD Welcome!!! I hope you stay with us for long ;D Well the ones that I know and totally recommend following are… (yes I know they are a little too many but… this fandom will never cease to amaze you I swear! writers, artists, content creators, we have them all :’3 )  

 @akasanata @pinkoptics @gerec @l-p-r-o-c-k @jackyjango @quantum-drinks @glycxrine @lyricfulloflight @ittakun @chris-phd  @ikeracity @sielustaja  @muddled-mayhem @ournextdoorneighbor @alejandroxmatt @ellenchain @cherikarchive @insanityisdivine @fassandavoys @cherikyassss @niralamba (if you are also a Fassbender fan) @jamesy4ever &  @hellozxxy (if you are also a Mcavoy fan) @sprinklesofsunshine @hitchhiker-tom @awackyphdinadorkable @zsoszy @freewithyourtempo @turtletotem @mikanskey @nesnalou  @galaxyrise489  @harry-potterfanatic

Mmm… I know I might be forgetting a lot of people, I’m not as active as I used to be but, if anyone wants to add more blogs, please go ahead n.n

[gold-from-straw]

First Forever - ch2

Chapter 2/10 of my fic for @fth2019fanworks, for @soveryaverageme. In which we learn that Charles is not nearly as smooth and confident as Erik first thought. In fact, he’s a little ball of insecurities and he needs hugs. Get started, Erik!

Read from the start on AO3 if you prefer!

“Professor Xavier!”

Charles turned to see the absolutely gorgeous reporter speed-walking towards him, his thoughts full of prolong-connect-blue-eyes. Charles bit back an eager smile, trying to stick to friendly, modest, professional.

“I hope I didn’t go too far in there,” said Lehnsherr. “If you like, you can ask me all the invasive questions you like, take your revenge.” And then, quite clearly, almost deliberately, Charles heard perhaps-over-dinner?

His first instinct was to blush. Because apparently his first instincts became an inexperienced teenager. He glanced down, biting his lip. “I… you really don’t need to apologise, Mr Lehnsherr-”

“Erik, please.��

Charles lifted his gaze to meet those sea-glass eyes. “Erik. You needn’t apologise at all, I know it’s part of your job.”

He nodded and shrugged. “Yes, it is part of my job. And another part is not telling you how much I argued for the chance to interview you.”

Charles’ eyes went wide and he stared up at Erik’s sheepish face, Emma’s-going-to-kill-me and so-cute and pizza-maybe humming at the surface of Erik’s thoughts.

The impulse to look deeper, seek out a reason why a no would be safer, was almost overwhelming. Charles didn’t date. He slept with people, or he had friends he called dear and then held at arm’s length. But the purring voice in his ears saying wonder-if-he-likes-Italian was tempting all the way through to his heart.

“Yes,” Charles said, before he could stop himself.

Erik blinked. “Yes… what?”

“Yes please?” Charles said automatically before Erik’s confusion and didn’t-ask-a-question shot through. “Oh God! Oh my God, you didn’t ask that out loud, did you?”

Erik was flame red when Charles peeked through his fingers. “Holy shit, what question did you hear?” Erik asked, tapping his temple.

“Whether I like Italian,” Charles moaned, mortified. “I am so, so sorry, my friend, I usually have much better control over my telepathy.” Oh God, he of all people should know that a person’s thoughts didn’t always match their actions. There was a reason thoughts were usually private.

But Erik was laughing, his teeth bared in a shark-like grin. “Oh, thank God it was an innocent thought - I mean! Uh… it’s not like I go around thinking indecent thoughts. About you. Or in general. I’m not making this better, am I?” He pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead and took a deep breath. “So. Italian then?”

Charles smiled, wide and relieved, and something else he couldn’t quite identify yet.

“I have to admit,” said Erik as they found a seat in the campus cafe. “I don’t usually work on the science stories. I’m the political correspondent.”

Charles smiled and raised his eyebrows. “I don’t know whether to be honoured or concerned,” he teased.

Erik leaned forward in his chair and his mind lit up like a nuclear chain reaction. “But the discovery of the X-gene - sorry, the LSH operon - is a political thing in the same way that climate change is. Aren’t you concerned that they’ll use your research to implement some sort of screening for mutants? Expose children to particular stressors in order to create… I don’t know, a super soldier?”

Charles blinked. “Am I on the record here?”

“No,” Erik snorted, sitting back. “This is too paranoid for Emma to agree to publish, even from me.”

Charles bit his lip. “Well, I appreciate that, culturally and historically, you would be more wary--”

“What do you mean?” asked Erik, his attention suddenly razor sharp, and instantly Charles was on high alert. Every mind around him became that little more open to him, every one a potential threat, and every danger to him teased out, judged for its immediacy and discarded. Charles felt his mouth dry and his heart beat faster as he heard Erik’s own defences rise, the fears that made him dangerous.

“I mean,” said Charles carefully, “that as a Jewish man who’s also a mutant, you have much more reason to be on high alert for any signs of government registration or regulation.”

“I didn’t tell you I was Jewish,” said Erik.

“Forgive me, my friend, but it’s rather at the forefront of your mind for this conversation.”

Erik laughed, and the immense psionic pressure over the back of Charles’ neck lessened. He felt sweat trickle down his back and hated himself for it. What did it matter if someone was annoyed with him? Erik couldn’t hurt him. Nobody was going to hurt him anymore. But when Erik turned the full force of his amusement and approval on Charles, he found himself breathless and delighted with relief anyway.

“How am I supposed to fluster you with a request for a date if you’re always in my head, Charles?” asked Erik, his voice a purr.

Charles blushed and looked down at his coffee. “I’m sorry. I do try to stay out.”

It wasn’t entirely a lie. Charles stayed away from people’s minds as much as he could, most of the time. But he needed to read everyone to a certain extent, and perhaps that extent was more than some would consider acceptable. But he needed it.

After all, how else was he to know when someone started hating him?

***

For some reason Charles couldn’t fathom, Erik didn’t start to hate him. He took him on dates, he introduced him to the few important people in his life (his boss, Emma, his PA, Azazel). He tolerated Charles’ friends and didn’t tell them or Charles what he really thought of them, even Alex, who Charles could hear set Erik’s teeth on edge. Charles heard him talk politely to all of them, and later apologise to Charles for being a grouch.

He waited for Erik to tell him he couldn’t see them anymore, to try and cut him off from people the way other boyfriends had. He waited, even searched, for the warning signs, and found only fondness.

Weeks turned into months, dates turned into whole weekends together, lying in the sun that poured through the tall windows in Charles’ apartment. Charles lay with his head pillowed on Erik’s bony shoulder, watching him hover scraps of metal in the air, sculpting them into curves and fantastical shapes as they talked. Charles felt the warmth soak into his soul, illuminating a little dusty corner he had never realised he yearned for, and wondering how long he’d get to keep this. What it would do to him to lose it.

“You look sad, liebchen,” Erik said softly.

Charles smiled his most charming smile. “Just tired, darling,” he said. “I think I can blame you for that.”

He leaned up to kiss Erik’s jaw, but Erik continued to frown at him, a steady hum of melancholy-want-to-help-just-tell-me-love in his thoughts. Charles blinked rapidly, his throat thick with emotion, a longing to tell him everything in his heart, beg Erik to stay and love him as long as Erik could stand it.

The fear stole the words from his lips, and he touched his fingertips to Erik’s jaw, leaning forward to give him as much of his love as he dared, without scaring him off with how clingy he was.

But Erik took all of it and gave it back, all his desperate love and devotion and search for that hidden place in each other’s heart, and Charles clung to him, hardly able to breathe with the impossibility of it all.

He found the piece of metal Erik had been moulding later, tumbled off the bed and against the wall. It had been a piece of scrap, picked up off the road, but Erik had turned it into a delicate filigree pyramid within a cube within a sphere, impossible and beautiful. Charles smiled as he ran his fingers over the smooth lacy edges.

The way Erik seemed to feel about Charles couldn’t be real. It was impossible, but Charles would take it and pretend for as long as he possibly could.

Tagging all the (SO MANY!!!) people who interacted with the last chapter aaaahhh omg thank you!!! @stardustloki, @festering-lies, @ikeracity, @starsofthenightwind, @user-tired, @demonlady, @auri-moon, @bar0v, @charliedraconis, @zephyrws, @akasanata, @angelamcd123, @mathmusicreading, @badwolf1212, @dragontamerm, @x-avantgarde-x, @idnylmp3, @bookish-but-corruptible, @l-p-r-o-c-k, @chunfengcibi, @knightsobsidian, @insertmanyfandomshere, @aidencreepyworld, @vinsnook, @turtletotem, @juon24, @hellozxxy, @fanfictionroxs, @xerxia31, @legolokili, @colordrifter, @kernezelda, @kianspo, @shadowcrystalx, @innocent-smith, @butterflywithwritersblock, @will-think-about-a-name-later, @fassymioamor8, @solidgoldhighhopes, @bethanybuchananbarnes, @educatedinyellow, @qwerty1495 

[hellozxxy]

[jessicashay87]

Make a wish!

[akasanata]

could you recommend me some nice, hate-free blogs that ship cherik?

Sure!

@l-p-r-o-c-k @softforsummers @gerec @hellozxxy @fassymioamor8 @jackyjango @unearthlydust @cherikyassss @ireneadonovan @allhoneyboo @kianspo @chris-phd @ournextdoorneighbor @sielustaja @glycxrine @demonlady

I’m pretty sure I’m forgetting many, so if anyone wants to add?

[niralamba]

almost tag game

Out of all the stuff you made this year on Tumblr, what are your personal favourites? Tell (and show) please! 

@fassymioamor @demonlady @thefasstasticvoyage @capsgrantrogers @gekata23 @hellozxxy @hitchhiker-tom @londondon1 @cannonballonfire @fussingoverfassbender @bestof-fassbender

[ridemedaddyjames]

Distant Love

Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader

Warnings: mild angst

Words: 500

Summary: Being married to the Charles Xavier was no easy task; especially since he was almost always away from home. Which leads to some conflict between him and the reader.

Photo credit to: @hellozxxy

You’d been ringing him for over an hour, sure his schedule was busy, but this was outrageous. When he finally picked up the phone you let out a much needed sigh of relief, feeling the worry slip through your fingers as you began to calm down.

“Charles, is everything alright, are you coming home?” He hadn’t even been given the opportunity to say hello as you bombarded him with questions.

“Everything’s fine, dear, we’ve just come across a bit of a setback with one of the kids we’re recruiting.” Charles comforted you, already knowing how this conversation was going to end. “It’s going to be a few more days,” he added, finally.

The knot in your stomach began to form again, and your head fell back as you looked to the ceiling. Part of you wasn’t even surprised; this had become a normal routine for him. What were you supposed to do? This was his job. You didn’t have to be a telepath to know that he would pick work over you.

Without thinking, you let the words slip past your lips from right out of your head. “You know, Charles, it’s always another meeting, another mutant, another project, another plan. When is it just going to be us?” Of course you regretted it once it was out of your mouth, but it was too late to take it all back.

“I don’t know,” Charles spoke, honestly, thinking of every possibility, but never knowing when things would ever truly slow down for him in the future. This was his life, and he wanted to spend every minute of it helping as many kids as he could. “You deserve better; I told you that from the start.” He reminded you, looking back on the memory more vividly than ever.

As the silence began to take over, he started to feel a warmth in his chest, and he smiled widely as your thoughts came rushing into his mind. “I know what you’re thinking,” Charles said, softly, watching as you replayed your wedding day inside your head.

“I’m thinking I wouldn’t trade that moment for the world, and that all I want is for you to get home safely, to hold me in your arms.” You teared up, wiping them away as your voice started to crack. “I still love you, and I always will.”

“I love you, too, Y/N. I’ll be home as quickly as I can, I promise.” The two of you hesitated before hanging up the phone, and Charles made a quick decision. Looking down at his hand, he brought his fingers up to the side of his head, closing his eyes, and imagining himself home with you. He was putting the vision before you, inside your head as well, as his lips came to meet yours before he disappeared once again.

[jacintatveit]

When asked about their own preferences, Mcfassy started talking about what the other one likes

Originally I saw these gifs here: x, x

Now I got the videos (thank you, @hellozxxy) so I remade them to make it more consistent: x, x