#james mcavoy reader insert

[hayleythesugarbowl]

Could you maybe do headcanons for a female, American reader dating James mcavoy? 💖

james mcavoy x reader headcanons

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a/n: hope you enjoy these little headcanons love!!

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dating james would include…

he first met you at an event for one of his movies

you saw each other from across the room and after a wink and a head tilt saying ‘you wanna get out of here?’ the rest is history

like alexa play enchanted (taylor’s version) by taylor swift

you drink so much tea together 

and he makes fun of you for that ‘weak watery, american stuff’

whispering cheeky little things in your ear 🤭

so many inside jokes 

rubs your back

he takes you to all of his premiers and throughout all of his interviews he just can’t wait to be done and spend the evening with you 

everything you do makes him laugh and he’s just so amused by you

breakfast in bed 

his hand on your thigh under the table at a dinner party

giving you his coat to where over your dress 

he took you back to Scotland once to show you all of his favorite places

you and michael are good friends obviously 

your name in his phone is ‘my love’

neck kisses 

you guys play just dance and you win every time

he talks big game but he’s definitely the little spoon 

except for when he’s on top because ‘if anybody’s giving…’

if you got that reference ily

aftercare KING

he’s so gentle with you it’s adorable

y’know the ‘she fell first but he fell harder’ trope?

that’s you guys 

always holding your hand and playing with your rings if you’re wearing any

he just loves you so much and you guys are so happy together <3

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this babes!! have a wonderful day <3🎀🪩

[random-little-imagines]

Fractured Moments, Charles and Erik x Reader, seizures

Heyyy, so its been a few years. Sorry about that. This is my first proper fanfic, any and all constructive criticism, spelling/grammar fixes welcome. Please note I wrote this at 1am and its not proof read. Trigger warning for seizures, blood and other bodily fluids, as well as struggling to breathe. vaguely semi based on my own experiences with seizures

Also I don't normally write - but there's a severe lack of x reader being comforted through a seizure ( tho this ended up more angsty then intended) and I use x readers to cope with stuff..... so here we are lol.

Please do not share my work to other sites or claim it as your own. thank you.

Word count: 1934

Late in the evening the Xavier mansion hallways were still. Moria and most of the others had retired for the evening, stiff and sore from the days training – but knowing there was more to come tomorrow.

Charles and Erik however, could not sleep. Instead, they found themselves in front of a warm fire engrossed in a game of chess disusing their views on how the world will see them after they reveal themselves in the coming days.  You couldn’t sleep either, not from a lack of trying, but worry consumed you. How would all this end? Would humans truly accept you? So you found yourself seated on the couch watching the game unfold – so far it looked like a draw.

You had been feeling off most of the day, but you couldn’t quite explain how you felt, so you simply chalked it up to the training sessions. Before Charles had found you, like others, you kept your mutation hidden but late at night you would venture out into the forest behind your house to practice control – something you were grateful for now.  The strange feeling grew, making you almost dizzy and your heart started pounding, still trying to brush it off as exhaustion you stood wanting to head to bed to see if you could finally sleep.

You made it about all of three steps, then you went down.

The sound of a body hitting the floor alerted the men, and their hearts sank. There you lay on the floor back rigid and convulsing violently.

“Y/N!” Charles exclaimed.

Jumping to his feet. his mind instantly reaching out to yours to see if he could get a better understanding of what was going on, but aside from the occasional flicker of awareness from you, he got nothing but indecipherable chaos. He raced over to you, Erik not far behind, their chess game forgotten. And the hushed discussion replaced with the sounds akin to choking – you weren’t getting enough air.

“Get them on their side” Erik said as calmly and firmly as he could muster.

As the men began to turn you over, they noticed it wasn’t just the seizure they needed to worry about, as you fell you hit your head on the side of a coffee table, opening a nasty gash on the side of your head, blood spilling consistently from it, painting the floor and side of your face red.

“shit”

Charles quickly grabbed the handkerchief out of his pocket and tried to stem the bleeding while also trying to keep you from causing further harm to your head. He could feel the warmth of your blood, he tried not to think about it. The flickers of awareness Charles picked up on were ones of fear and uncertainly and the overwhelming urge to breathe, but your body wouldn’t obey your command.

“you’re alright. we’ve got you. its all going to be ok. come on love, breath for us,” Charles softly said to you, unsure if you could fully hear him.

“can’t you put a stop to this” Erik almost snapped, his façade of calmness cracking slightly.

“This is out of my control I’m afraid,”

You could vaguely hear the men, but it sounded almost like you were under water. you could feel the painful rigidness of your back and the convulsing of your muscles but you kept slipping in and out. Unable to fully anchor yourself, you think you are able to feel Charles in your head aswell, but are uncertain.

“This is going on for too long Charles, dammit they need to breath” Erik said putting his hand on your shoulder trying to keep you on your side without restraining you.  Erik, usually so composed, his façade slipping further leaving the man visibly stricken.

“I agree, but there is not much we can….” Charles trailed off, paling noticing your struggle for breath had changed from concerning to down right frightening, he tried to angle your head to try and open your air ways but the muscles in your neck were unmovable. Your lips starting to form a bluish tint

“Come on Y/N breath” Erik all but whispered.

Charles tried your mind again, willing his powers to aid in any way, to find the cause and put a stop to all this, but to no avail, all he was met with was chaos and static.

“Breath dammit, come on,” Erik said harshly his worry hidden behind anger.

Charles closed his eyes trying in anyway he could to try and find a way around the wall of static in your mind.

A gurling chocking noise started

“CHARLES!” Erik yelled, Charles’s eyes snapping open.

A white foamy liquid now spilling from your mouth.

“Their aspirating” Charles said an urgency to his voice that wasn’t there before

“What do we do,” Erik asked Charles, looking to him for guidance.

“I don’t… I don’t know,” he man looked lost

“Dammit Charles!”

The seconds ticked but they felt like hours “come on, you’re going to be ok, you’re stronger than this, come on breath,” Eriks jaw clenched. Your body continued to seize beneath his palm. He willed his powers to stay in check.

“You need to take deep breaths. We’re here. You’re safe. It’s almost over.” Charles tried again.

Reaching out again telepathically, Charles found a crack amongst the static “ There I’ve got you!”

“Charles?”

“Hush! I’ve only just…” he said pained, “Clear their month,” Erik did so quickly. Charles working his way through the crack, he willed you to breath, tried to calm you. His voice was a soothing whisper amidst the chaos. “its going to be ok, we have you,”

The chocking noise stopped and then a gasp erupted from you, sucking in needed air. Each moment felt like an eternity to the young men. Your convulsions starting to subside but they willed them to stop completely. The blue tinge to your lips slowly reseeding.

“ That’s it love, come back to us” Charles whispered.

The blood, the sounds, the movements. It was something both men wished they would ever have to experience again.

As the seizure gradually began to subside, Charles guided your thoughts with intense focus, his mental presence a gentle anchor. He could feel your breathing starting to normalize, though it was still ragged. Charles worked tirelessly, willing your lungs to find a rhythm.

“You’re doing great. Just a little longer.” Charles urged softly.

The convulsions, at last finally came to an end, the men looked to each other shoulders dropping slightly. Hoping the worst was over.

“Y/N? can you hear me?” Erik asked softy eyes locked in to your face, watching for any small sign.

“They may need a second Erik,”

A noise of painful recognition came from the back of your throat, your body and lungs ached. And the feelings of fear remained.  Erik moved his hand from your shoulder to up and down your arm trying to provide comfort  “can you open your eyes for us?”

You managed to open your eyes slightly, though you felt more drained then you could ever imagine. As you began to regain full awareness, your gaze was disoriented but eventually focused on Charles and Erik. The relief in their eyes was palpable, and a faint, shaky smile graced their lips.

“Their they are,” Erik said.

“Erik, may you please fetch a needle and suture thread as well as stuff to clean the wound from the lavatory down the hall,” Charles asked pointing with his head the direction the other man needed to go. blood had soaked through the handkerchief and was dripping onto the floor. Erik not wanting to leave your slide but knowing it was needed hesitantly but quicky left to retrieve said items, returning swiftly to your side. “Thank you, my friend,”

“I can do it, I’ve done it before,” Erik spoke, leaving no room for argument. Charles nodded and Erik quickly took over Charles spot, resting your head against his thigh. “I’m sorry this may sting a bit, you’ve gotten a nasty cut on your head and we need to close it up,”

Charles now it the spot Erik once inhabited hand interlocked with yours spoke “I can dull their pain receptors,” Erik nodded “are you ready? If you feel anything too painful squeeze my hand, I can’t fully stop you from feeling it, but I can do what I can,” a sound of acknowledgement came from you and Charles nodded to Erik.

Erik’s hands were steady but his eyes were filled with worry, first he disinfected to wound then he began meticulously stitching the wound up. It was small but it was deep – no wonder it bleed to so much. “There all done,” Erik said as he cut the thread “How are you feeling Y/N?”

“Drained and really sore,” you spoke in a weak whispered voice. A headache pounding behind your eyes.

“Has this ever happened before?” Charles asked gently, you shook your head no “Ok, How about we get you set up in one of the main bedrooms The rooms are big enough that there is also a seating area, that way Erik and I can keep an eye on you,” but it wasn’t a question. The men nodded to each other and Erik lifted you up gently carrying you bridal style.  and letting Charles guide him through the maze that was the Xavier mansion. He glanced at Charles, their shared concern unspoken but deeply felt.

Charles opened the door and pulled the covers back on the bed. The room was filled with a heavy silence as Erik carried you to the bed with a tender care and layed you down. Charles noticed that you still had blood on your face and went to the ensuite and retrieved a wet wash cloth and began wiping away the blood. “Hey,” Charles said softly, brushing a hand across your cheek. “You did great. Just rest now."

“go to sleep, we are here if anything happens, we can speak about this in the morning,”

you nodded gratefully to the pair “Thank you,”

“don’t mention it, you’re safe now and we are right here if anything happens,” Erik said his façade slowly rebuilding. “We’re here. You’re safe,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the storm of emotions within him.

As your eyes closed and breathing deepened, Charles and Erik exchanged a look of deep relief. “They’ll be ok,” Charles whispered to Erik, his voice thick with emotion. Erik nodded, his expression a mix of relief and residual concern.

Erik went and sat on one of the available chairs in the room, his eyes never leaving the steady rise and fall of your chest. Charles came and joined him “what caused this?” he whispered

“I’m afraid I don’t know,” Charles spoke sounding almost numb. A stillness and a silence fell upon the room.  For a long while, the two of them remained in that quiet space. The only sound being your breathes both men transfixed on that sound.  Charles’s mind still tethered to yours, hoping maybe, that if that starts to happen again tonight, he can try and stop it before it fully consumes you like it did earlier. He also send you waves of calm trying to ensure you slept peacefully.

“We did everything we could,” Charles murmured, breaking the still silence his voice thick with emotion.

Erik nodded, his gaze still fixed on you. “Yes, we did,” he said softly. “I just wish there was more we could do.”

The two men sat together in quiet vigil, hoping, praying that you never have to go through that again.

[nothots-headempty]

Handsy

Paddy × reader

Summary: Paddy, a popular rock band member (and your man-crush), takes a keen interest in you, his new favourite girl.

Word count: 2.5k+

Warnings: smut, so much smut, oral sex (f and m receiving), teasing, role play

Author's note: I wrote this entirely because I couldnt stop thinking about it. What happened to the fluff I was going to write, you ask? Well well.

Yes, that one single line about role playing lead to all this. Concerning, I do know. ABSOLUTELY NOT PROOF READ. Srry <3

Posting this at a stupid inactive hour because ofc I'm an idiot

The edge of the settee stung your skin, but you stayed right where you were, the heady surge of adrenaline bleeding into the rush of having his eyes on you. You'd been here for a quarter of an hour now, and all he'd done was pin you to your seat with a kind of calculating gaze that made your insides turn to mush.

"I'm glad you're here.", he chimes in smoothly, breaking the glass-like silence with a snap. You look away from him, finally, letting yourself breathe. Letting yourself adjust to the fact that you were in Patrick's room.

Paddy, you correct yourself. It's Paddy now. The man who had spread you apart and made you cum around his fingers a million times in your dreams was now on a nickname basis with you.

No wonder this felt surreal.

"I'm more surprised than glad." Your words almost mask the chaos riding free within you, your pulse quickening at every move he made, your gaze following the little strip of skin that showed itself under his shirt everytime he got up.

He smiles, chuckles even, looking at you for another second before he reaches for the bottle of scotch before him. The muscles in his forearm feather slightly as he unscrews the bottle and it takes an almost audible swallow down your throat to keep your mind from wandering too far.

"And why is that?"

He sounds almost as surprised as you do. Somehow, that's endearing.

"I've heard you don't quite like being hoarded around by your fans." You bite your lip to hide a smile. Was it weird that you felt special? To be in this room, a few feet away from him. Weren't you just another groupie? Maybe he was used to this too...

"Sometimes...", he starts, trailing off mid sentence, taking his time to pour the drink into two glasses on the counter. "Sometimes I don't mind making an exception." Your breath hitches in your throat, eyes following him silently as he approaches you with one glass offered, the other touching his lips.

You gulp the whiskey, secretly hoping for the alcohol to do it's magic, to turn you from the shy girl in the corner to one that takes more chances. To one that would stride across the room, unzip his pants and just let him-

"You look amused.", he smiles from behind his glass. You flush red, looking anywhere but at him, your now-empty drink put away next to you, your hands clenching on the armrest of your seat.

He raises an eyebrow at that, shrugging as if to ignore his own final comment. In another swig, he downs the Scotch, his tongue pushing out against his lip to wipe off what little he'd missed.

It's a mental picture you'd be willing to have imprinted on your eyes - his tongue, his lips, your desperation to have them on you, in you...

You can feel your vision hazing, the pre-booze, the cocktails, and the Scotch, all fighting with your conciousness, battling for dominance.

And, oh, did they win.

When your mind finally chooses to focus back on reality, you find him at the other end of the room, his arms wrapped around the bass speaker as he puts it back where it belonged. His fingers grip the sides of the sound box, your eyes closing involuntarily as your overworking brain paints pictures of those same arms around your waist, pushing you against a wall, fingers wrapped around your neck as he whispered the vilest words into your skin. Words you were dying to hear-

"What's it on your mind that's so much more interesting than me?" You open your eyes to find him stationed a few feet from you, a lop-sided grin on his face, his arms folded against his chest. Your gaze drops back to his arms, fingers fidgeting at your dress as you try to push away the glimpses you were having just seconds ago.

"Tell me." It's not a plea. It's not a demand. It's an instruction. He towers over you, walking closer, until he places his hands on two sides your seat. His nose brushes against yours, his scruff tickling your cheek. "Tell me, love."

"I was...", you whisper confusedly. "I was wondering how your hands would feel on me." You're not really sure what you're saying anymore. But when his gaze instantly darkens, surprise and curiosity playing wonders on his features, you're not sure you need to think anymore.

"On you?", he repeats, using a finger to brush a stray hair from your face.

"On my throat.", you elaborate, avoiding any coherent thought before it could stop you. You stand up, his chest rising slowly with yours as you find yourself almost cheek-to-cheek with him.

"On my waist.", you step an inch closer, the warmth of his body seeping through you, making you giddy, almost drunk on him. You move his hands to your waist, moaning softly when he tightens his grip. He leans a little further, inhaling against your neck, a groan ripping from somewhere low in his throat.

"I was wondering how your hands would feel in my cunt. Inside me-", you mumble, the last of your words muffled by his lips as he crashes them against yours with an all consuming fervour, his hands slotting themselves against your ass, pulling you flush against the warmth of his own arousal.

You whimper softly when his hard length brushes against your clit, the layers of fabric in between unnerving enough to want to tear them off yourself. His tongue licks at yours, lapping at your mouth until you're warring for control, for the remnants of your sanity. A war he decisively wins with a nip at your lips.

His breath is ragged when he pulls back, pressing his lips to your cheek, your jaw, biting, sucking, until the marks on your skin are left as reminders for the next morning. He groans against your skin, the sound rattling through your bones, your fingers pressing into the fabric of his shirt, trying to get it out of your way.

Your fumbling loses its humor very quick, the frustration building as the buttons to his garment don't agree with the haze in your mind.

"Baby, let me take over.", he murmurs gruffly, freeing your hands from their task, bringing them to his mouth for a kiss. Your eyes glaze over when he sucks at your pinky, the fire burning cold in the blue of his iris as he presses his teeth into your skin.

You feel the surge of pain, the pleasure of his mouth, and there's a helpless part of you that submits to the whirlwind of sensation, giving in with a sigh. His triumph is evident in the way his pupils are fully blown now, his breaths faster as he walks you backwards, slowly, assuredly, until you hit the wall with a small thud.

He places your hands above your head, leaving them there. His approach is agonizing, snail-paced, as he closes the inches separating your bodies. Your torsos press flush against each other, his chest rubbing against your nipples enough to pebble them.

You feel the dampness between your thighs soak through the linen of your dress, the reminder of the approach to salvation enough to make you bite your lip. Apprehensive. Eager.

"Keep them there, sweet heart.", he mumbles, pushing your hands against the wall again. "And maybe I'll give that sweet cunt of yours exactly what it needs." His voice is a purr as his fingers dance down your sides, one hand holding your arms hostage while the other travels lower to rest on the valley of your breasts.

You whimper, annoyed at his avoidance yet again, the sound turning into an embarrassingly loud moan when he leans down to suck a hickey into the hollow of your clavicle. His fingers roll your hardened nipple, his smile wide against your neck as he brings a thigh between your legs, your cunt pushing down against the stimulation that it had been begging for.

"Eager.", he mumbles, but his words are lost in that tightening of your core, your thighs trembling, the rough fabric of his pants bordering on pain as you rubbed yourself against it. He seems to take pity on you, or maybe he'd foreseen this moaning, broken down mess you would become for him, because with one tap on your wrists to remind you of your condition, he withdraws his thigh and gets on his knees before you.

Your breaths are still ragged, the blinding loss of pressure between your legs enough to drive you crazy. He's watching you, lower lip caught between his teeth. He let's his fingers tough your calf, the renewed contact of skin almost enough to push you over the edge.

"Tell me what you want." Letting the words float in the air, he attaches his lips to the inside of your knee, the tender skin relenting to the torture of his mouth with a happy sigh. Your brain goes silent again, all thoughts out the window, the only feeling left is the patterns his tongue is tracing.

But this isn't over. You know he's waiting for an answer. The longer you take with your words the lower his mouth travels, his fingers rubbing circles into your calf, decidedly farther away from your dripping cunt.

Your hands clench into fists as you try to create a coherent thought, an actual answer. "I want your mouth on my cunt, Paddy.", you moan through your delivery as he instantly rewards you, a kiss at the apex of your thighs, the material of your skirt playing enough part in dulling the pleasure.

His hand runs up your leg, the last barrier of cloth bunching up at your waist and a shudder runs through his body at the sight of you, already bare and ready for him. He mumbles a low, "Fuck.", under his breath, tongue darting out against his lips, thinking of all the things he could have done with you.

All the things he wanted to do now.

"All this for me?" His voice is rough, the question very much rhetorical because he intends to find out for himself, his finger catching your moisture as he runs one through your folds.

Your hips buck against him, hands fighting their verbal restraint to curl into his hair, pull him against you. "So desperate for me, my little slut.", he smiles against the inside of your thighs, his stubble burning your skin, his tongue languid as it laved at the bruises.

You keen at his words, slumping lower against the wall, his palm promptly coming up to press against your stomach, holding you steady. He inches forward, agreeing finally to give you what you want, his fingers playing with your folds as he lightly kisses your clit.

The sensation is already overwhelming, your body trembling when he actually dives into you with his tongue, lapping at your wetness, his finger rimming your hole. It's all too much after the agonizing tease he has been and your body is too ready to fall apart under his attentions.

"No cumming till I say so.", he says into your cunt, leaving no space for argument as he sucks on your clit, your retaliation evaporating into nothingness. He eases a finger into you, your walls needily clamping down on whatever he was giving. He groans at the pulsing, wetness of you around him and the sound shudders through your body, your peak threatening to crash over you.

"I'm close, Paddy.", you warn. And that stills him. He leans back, your eyes widening in apprehension, as he eases another finger into you, pumping them at a snail pace.

"That's not how you ask, sweetie.", he reminds. You can feel his fingers dragging inside you, the stretch overwhelming when he pushes a third, thick digit inside, your eyes closing as you fuck yourself onto his fingers.

Leaving his instruction unfollowed is a mistake. One he does not respond to well. There's a sharp, wet pop that echoes off the silence of the room, your walls clutching at nothing as he leaves you bereft to deliver a sharp slap to your clit.

Your eyes fly open just as fast as they'd closed and you blink at him, the building haze dissipating with a snap. "Please, Paddy.", you whine, his hands spreading you apart, keeping you from rubbing your thighs, from any friction you could possibly have.

He tuts at that attempt, shaking his head sadly as if this was another mundane disappointment in his day, like you weren't naked and spread apart before him. Like his mouth hadn't just been devouring you seconds ago.

"You can do better than that." His eyes find yours again, fingers back to rubbing your thighs. "Please, Paddy. Need to cum. Need you.", you whine, your relief rushing out in a sigh as he throws your leg on his shoulder, his mouth back where you need it, lapping at you with a ferocity that makes you see stars.

His digits push back into you, all three finding home inside your weeping hole, pumping at a pace that sets every inch of your skin on fire.

Your pussy clenches around him, your peak coming at you in waves and you let yourself go, hands reaching for his hair as you ride his mouth to your release.

"That's it, baby, cum for me.", he growls against your pussy, thrusting his tongue in time with his hand as he finger-fucks you through your high.

He let's you fall into his lap, still out of breath as he runs his hands through your hair, lips busy planting feather light kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, your neck.

"Did that do any justice to those vile fantasies of yours?", he asks, capturing your lips in a kiss as you're about to answer. You wrap your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his close shorn hair, much as they'd been denied a while back.

"More than.", you whisper against his ear, pushing on his chest until he's lying on his back, you on top of him.

"We should role-play more often.", he laughs, pulling you against himself. "I could get used to making you a whimpering mess, in more ways than one."

Your eyes droop shut under the exhaustion and you bury your face in his neck, sucking on the skin lazily. He groans when you bite down, his arousal bulging through the fabric of his trousers, pressing against your thigh. You undo his buckle, hand descending lower until your fingers wrap around his cock.

"I think this fan of yours would like to return the favour, Sir. Since you've let me into your room and everything. It's the least I could do." You climb onto him again, pushing his pants down, stroking him at a slow, teasing pace. He watches your movements, eyes glued to the way your small fingers find hold on his cock.

He laughs again, a light, almost happy sound.

"I thought you'd never ask, love." His words stumble into silence with a low hiss when you lower yourself to replace your hands with the wetness of your mouth.

"Right bloody minx, you are.", he groans, fingers grasping at your locks, pushing you lower onto his cock. You gag for a second, tears pooling at the edge of your eyes and then your throat goes slack. His hips buck involuntarily, thrusting deeper into your throat, a wanton moan let loose. He's all out using you now, heaving you around as he needs, the wet sound of his movements filling the room.

You dare to steal a glance at him, this version of your man that no one ever had access to - his head thrown back, weight carelessly held up on one arm as his grip tightened in your hair, cock twitching on your tongue.

You moan when you feel him get close, tongue running over his leaking head, a jerk of your strands in his fingers all the warning you get before he's letting go of himself, white, hot cum spurting down your throat.

He thrusts into you a couple more times, his breaths still ragged when he pulls you off his cock in one swift motion, a throaty laugh on his lips as he presses them to yours. His tongue caresses yours, the taste of his orgasm shared between your mouths, a combined groan reverberating through your bodies.

"Well, Sir, was that what you got me here for?", you whisper, body still trembling as you relaxed against his chest. He hums in response, fingers tracing along your spine.

"Oh, honey, you don't even know the half of it."

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

No Business Like Show Business | Part Three

Series Summary: you work backstage at a theatre and become close with the star of the show (who you may also have a slight crush on)

Pairing: James McAvoy x reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: not proof read 🙈

A/N: ugh im sorry it takes me so long to write each part of this story, writers block is a bitch. Feel free to substitute James for any actor of your choosing. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

Part Two | Masterlist

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If you’d have told me five years ago that one day I’d be working in a professional west end theatre alongside some of the countries best actors and actresses, I’d have been amazed. Add on that I would get to meet James McAvoy, and actually be his friend… well my inner teenager is fan-girling HARD.

James has been spending a lot of time with me in the props room lately. He sits and learns his lines while I sit and make the props. Sometimes we talk and laugh, other times we sit comfortably in each others company as we silently get on with our jobs.

I think he’s just happy to get away from Anastasia to be honest. I know its unprofessional to speak badly about the people you work with, especially if they’re one of the ‘stars’, but she is unbearable. On the rare occasion she actually chooses to acknowledge my existence, she insists on calling me ‘props girl’ and refuses to learn my name. James always gives me an apologetic look, even though its not his fault.

I don't know what her problem is with me. I’m just going to get on with my work and stay out of her way.

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As you take the familiar route through the theatre corridors and down to the basement, you’re surprised to find the props room door already open. ‘Vera?’ you think to yourself as you slowly approach the door. ‘Finally got her’ you smirk, preparing yourself before jumping into the room.

“Caught you! Step away from the tin- oh!” You stop as you find James sat on one of the chairs, his script on the table in front of him. He holds his hands up in fake surrender.

“I’m innocent I swear”

“Sorry, I thought you were Vera. She’s been sneaking in here and stealing my biscuits.” You explain and James laughs. “You’re here early today aren’t you?”

“Yeah, we’re rehearsing a difficult scene today so I wanted to get in and study the lines before.”

“How’s that going?” You say, dumping your bag and looking over his shoulder at the pages of dialogue in front of him.

“Eh, not good. I just can’t get this scene right.” He says looking down at his script in defeat then back at you. “Hey would you mind running through the lines with me? If you're not too busy?”

“Sure, yeah I can do that.”

“Great!” he says pulling out the other chair from under the desk and gesturing for you to sit.

As you sit he riffles through his script looking for a specific page and hands it to you. You stare at it, suddenly feeling very anxious. You hated reading aloud anyway, but reading a scene with a professional actor made you feel a whole new level of dread.

What if you mess up the words?

What if you lose your place on the page and can’t find it again?

How are you supposed to read it? Just like read the words off the page or is he expecting you to actually act it out?

You've never acted before, you're probably terrible at it and he’s going to think you're pathetic.

Why did you agree to this?

He must have noticed the panic in your eyes because he suddenly reaches out to put his hand on yours.

“Don't worry, this isn't an audition or anything. I won't judge you. I just need someone to say the other characters lines so that I can practice mine. But if you really don't want to do it I completely understand.” He flashes you a smile that instantly reassures you.

“It’s fine, I can do it.” You say, more to yourself than to James.

“Thank you.” You both smile as he squeezes your hand and nods to signal that he’s about to start the scene.

It was a passionate argumentative scene between two lovers. James delivered his lines perfectly, as you expected he would. You started off a bit slow, stumbling here and there but with James acting his lines out with such realism you felt yourself getting sucked into the scene so much that before you knew it you naturally started acting out the lines too.

Throughout the scene the argument gets less angry and more passionate. By the end of the scene you and James are both out of your seats standing so close together that your faces are inches apart. His hand is cupping your face, thumb gently stroking your lips as he’s staring hungrily at them. You're heart is beating so loud in your chest you think he can probably hear it too. Then suddenly he breaks away, and you stand there trying to regulate your breathing.

“And that’s where the characters will have their kiss, which we haven’t rehearsed yet so we’ll stop there.” He takes the script back from you and smiles. “Well done Y/N, you’re a natural! You should be on that stage instead of hiding down here underneath it.” He says and you laugh “I mean it Y/N, I really feel like there’s something there. Have you done any acting before?”

“As a kid, yeah I took classes and I loved it. It was all I ever thought about for a while, being on stage. It just never worked out”

“Why not?”

“Because I grew up-”

“You don't want do that” he interrupts with a smile.

“-and I became painfully aware of other people’s opinions.”

“Now you definitely don't want to do that.”

“Yeah well I do! I know I shouldn’t care, but that’s easier said than done.”

“At some point you’ve got to stop living your life in fear of what people might think, and just start living. The truth is people will form opinions of you no matter what you do, so you may as well do the things that you want.” He pauses, studying your face. “and if anyone judges you, fuck ‘em… not literally I mean, that’s not great advice-”

“No I know what you mean” you both laugh. “Thank you James”

There’s a comfortable silence as the two of you look at each other, smiling. James glances behind you to the clock on the wall, his eyes widen.

“Shit! I need to go, I’m supposed to at rehearsal!” He heads to the door “thank you for reading with me.”

“It’s fine, anytime.”

“See you around superstar.” He winks before disappearing out the room.

You stand there for a moment, replaying what just happened in your head. He was about to kiss you, right? I definitely felt that way. You didn’t imagine that.

You shake the thoughts from your head and refocus your mind on getting your work done.

— — — —

At lunch you make your way to the wardrobe department.

“Fancy a coffee date?” You ask cheerfully as you walk through the door, looking down at your phone.

“Are you buying?” an unexpected voice replies and you look up to find an almost naked James standing on a stool in his underwear.

“Sorry!” You say, quickly covering your eyes. “I thought you were-“

“Vera?” He says at the same time as you “This keeps happening. You do know that me and Vera look nothing alike?” He jokes and you laugh awkwardly.

“Where is she?”

“She just gone to the storeroom, she should be back any minute. At least I hope she will, I’m getting cold.” He laughs. There’s a brief silence. “You can look at me you know? I don’t mind.”

Slowly you drop your hand from your eyes and tentatively look up at him. He flashes you a smile which you return. There’s another small silence as you look at each other, but the silence is interrupted when Vera returns. She looks between you and James before giving you a cheeky look that makes you have to suppress a laugh.

“Hello my lovely, what brings you to the wardrobe department?” She says as she wraps some fabric around James torso and marks various measurements.

“I was just looking for you actually. Wondered if you wanted to come to the coffee shop with me for lunch?”

“That’s a brilliant idea! Will you be joining us James?” She asks and he looks surprised.

“If thats alright with you..?” He replies, looking at you but Vera responds.

“Of course it is dear. I tell you what, why don't you get dressed and go with Y/N to get us a table while I finished up here.” She says as she hands James his clothes.

“We can wait for you-“ you begin but Vera cuts you off.

“Nonsense. You two go on ahead and I’ll join you.”

— — — —

“She’s not coming” you say as you read the text message on your phone. “She said she’s sorry but she’s suddenly got a lot of work to do and said to have a nice lunch without her.” You put your phone back in your pocket and look across the table at James.

“Guess it’s just you and me” he smiles.

There’s a silence as you both takes sips of your coffee.

“So, how did the rehearsal go?” You ask.

“Really good! Although I have to say I preferred having you as my scene partner.” He says with a wink.

“Careful, if Anastasia heard you say that she’d probably have me fired.” You say with a small laugh.

“Nah, she’s harmless really. She talks like she’s the most important person in the room but in reality she knows she’s just as replaceable as the rest of us. Just ignore her. She’s only a bitch to you because she’s jealous.”

“Jealous?!” You laugh in disbelief as you look down at your coffee “Of me? I don't think so.”

“Why wouldn’t she be? You're kind, funny…” he pauses and you look up at him “…beautiful… People like you a lot Y/N and Ana can’t stand it when there’s someone else in the room that people like more than they like her. So rather than try to make herself better, she tries to make the other person worse. The best thing you can do is just carry on being your wonderful self.”

“Thanks” you say quietly, feeling awkward from all the compliments. You find yourself looking down at your coffee again as you twirl the cup in your hands. Suddenly James reaches across the table and places his hand gently on your forearm, causing you to look up at him again. His face is closer now.

“I mean it Y/N, I’m not just saying this to make you feel good. You really are a wonderful person. I’m so glad I got this job, because it meant I got to I meet you.”

You feel cheeks getting hotter as James’ brilliant blue eyes gaze into yours.

‘Is this really happening?’  You think as James seems to be slowly getting closer to you across the table ‘Am I really about to kiss James McAvoy?’

A flash of light catches your attention and you turn to see a man stood at the coffee shop window with a camera covering his face. It flashes again and you realise he’s taking photos of the two of you. James sits back in his chair and looks at you, a mix of sadness and irritation on his face.

“I’m sorry but we’re gonna have to leave now. If he knows where we are then its only a mater of time before more paparazzi leeches turn up and if we don't get out of here before they arrive… well its just not a situation I want to put you in.”

You finish the last bit of your coffee and follow James as he heads to the door. Already there’s a few more people with cameras waiting outside and a small crowd of people who had been passing by and stopped to see what the happening.

“Stay close to me” James says as he puts his arm around you, lifting his jacket in the process to shield your face from the flashing of the cameras as you walked out of the shop.

The second you both stepped out of the cafe the cameras started flashing and excited shouts erupted from the crowd as people realised who the paps were here for.

“James over here!”

“A smile for the camera?”

“How’s the show going?”

“Is it true you're dating your co-star?"

“Who the girl James?”

“Are you cheating on Anastasia?”

You had no idea how many people were crowded around you now, though it sounded like a lot. While the jacket over your head did a good job of keeping you hidden, it also meant you couldn’t see where you were going. But you didn’t feel scared. You kept your eyes down fixed on your feet as you walked and trusted James as he lead you. The coffee shop was only around the corner from the theatre so you knew you wouldn’t have long to go.

You come to a stop and hear the sound of a door opening. You walk through and as it closes behind you, James removes his jacket off you. He looks at you with worry.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Are you alright?” You ask and he just nods and sighs.

“I’m so sorry you got dragged into that.”

“It’s not your fault. I’m just sorry you can’t even go for a coffee without people hassling you.”

“Downside of the job.” He shrugs and gives you a small sad smile. He reaches out and smooths your hair. “My jacket messed up your hair… you're still beautiful though.”

His hand moves down to gently stroke your face and stops on your cheek. He searches your eyes, as if looking for your permission before leaning to press his lips against yours.

 Part Four

Taglist: @halfofwhatisayismeaningless​ @internetgremlin-reads​

[fandomimaginestrash]

Chemistry - James McAvoy x Reader

A/N: Thank you to whoever requested this one! Ficmas day 4. Summary: You and James are co-stars with both on-screen and off-screen chemistry.

This week marked the beginning of the press tour for your new spy-thriller-action movie. You and your co-star James McAvoy had been paired together for several interviews. However the first one was going to be just you.

“So, from the trailer we instantly know that yours and James’ characters are a couple.” The interviewer began, “What can you tell us about their relationship?” “Not much without getting in trouble!” You joked, “Well at first they don’t like each other, like at all, they HATE each other. There is this rivalry between them that stemmed from when they were still training in The Academy. But then of course, everything goes horribly wrong and they are forced to partner up.” You took a small glance at the lady with a clip board standing just behind the camera, she was looking at you as it for tell you not to say any more than that. “I don’t think there’s much more I can say than that without giving anything away!” “That’s just enough to tease us into wanting more,” the interviewer commented. “So, what about your relationship with James how does that play into it?” “You know what; James and I became such good friends while we were filming that the fact we shot the first few scenes last became a nightmare! Like I said before, in the beginning our characters hated each other and that was just so hard, we genuinely couldn’t stop laughing. Which I’m sure you will see on the bloopers reel when the DVD comes out.” You turned to face the camera and winked.

Once the interview wrapped up, you were hurried off into another room where James was waiting. “I’ve been sat here waiting for you for ages!” He joked as soon as you walked through the door. “Can’t hurry perfection” you laughed as you made your way over to the chair next to him. The two sat messing around while you waited for the interviewer to arrive.

As the interviewer walked into the room you had were throwing back your head in a fit of laughter while James’ finger was firmly prodding your side. “I feel like I should leave and then come back in again.” The interviewer piped up from the doorway. She had obviously been doing this job a while as there was no awkward tension in the air, the kind you get when a newbie enters the room and something out of the ordinary is happening. “Hey, Jo!” James’ face lit up. “How’ve you been?” he asked. “Yeah I’ve been great thanks, busy, busy, busy! How about you?” “Brilliant thanks.” You looked at the two of them somewhat awkwardly; it was obvious Jo had interviewed James before. “So you must be Y/N?” Jo asked you. “Yeah, that’s right” you responded. “Great, let’s crack on!”

Jo signalled to the camera crew to start recording. “So, James,” she started, “it’s so lovely to see you again – how long has it been since we last did this, two years?” she asked “Wow, yeah that’s right!” He responded “And Y/N, it’s so lovely to meet you.” “You too” you responded, keeping your answer short and hoping your nerves didn’t show. “Straight into the questions then. What can you two tell us about the film?” James let out a huge puff of air before saying “Not a lot to be honest. First we, our characters that is, hated each other, then they liked each other, then they liked each other.” He emphasised the subtle difference and raised his eyebrow, “if you know what I mean.” “I can’t help but know what you mean.” Jo laughed. “We always know what you mean” you added, referencing his constant use of innuendos. James tilted his head and shot you a pouting glance, “yeah but I’m adorable.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“What’s all this about off-screen chemistry between the two of you? Literally the entire internet is talking about it.” Jo questioned. The two of you couldn’t help but share a giggle at her comment. “Seriously, even just sitting here, I ship it you guys.” “There is chemistry between us,” you said glancing towards James, “just not that kind of chemistry. Don’t get me wrong, I love James to bits but Internet, I’m sorry….” You looked sympathetically towards the camera, “Your ship has holes in it. It’s going nowhere.”

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Worth the Wait

AN: While sick these past few weeks I binged all the X-Men movies. I’m late to the party I know. But I absolutely fell in love with Charles and Erik, and was shocked I couldn’t find many reader fics with them. Let alone poly fics. So I wrote this absolutely self indulgent and slightly pretentious fic to try and quench my thirst. Warning this is absolute filthy garbage, and normally I try to stay kinda gender neutral but when i say self indulgent. I mean it. Also first three way I’ve ever written.

Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader x Erik Lensherr

Warnings: BDSM eliments, pre-established relationship, fem pronouns and pet names, rough sex, poly relationship, mlm, p in v sex, oral sex

Summary: Charles and Erik have their own ways of making up for their absence. 

Moments like this were greatly cherished by Charles. Where the sun had long dipped below the horizon and the thoughts around him quieted. Charles flipped the page of the novel, something french Erik had recommended, taking care not to disturb you. The weight of your body pressed into his lap and chest as you slept, soft breaths ghosting across his throat while he reveled in the peace. Times like this he wished would last forever, they wouldn’t, he knew. But they were the simultaneous reward and motivation for the chaos of your lives. Between saving the word and rearing the future faces of mutants, this comfort was often few and far between. Making every second sweeter than the next.

Charles and Erik had been gone to D.C for weeks, peace summits and meetings that would nearly bore you to death. So he hadn’t been surprised after the ‘welcome party’ had let up and he’d finally dropped onto the couch with his book that you had soon crawled into his arms. He wasn’t surprised when you dozed off either. Charles was aware you never slept well alone. He felt guilt at the thought, even if you never complained. Though he couldn’t deny the enjoyment of you soft and dozing against him like a kitten. 

Normally, Charles would’ve heard Erik coming from a mile away, but with his body and brain lax. The voices barely a murmur in his mind; he didn't look up until the bedroom door creaked open. Erik smiled, a beautiful and blissful smile. Cheeks a bit flushed from the wine he’d shared with Raven over dinner. A lovely sight to behold. Charles truly felt spoiled in that moment.

Erik took his time removing his blazer and unbuttoning his top, assessing the scene in front of him. Charles lounging, book dangling loosely from his fingers while you snored quietly astride him. A wonderful nightcap, he thought. Charles smirked as it passed though his mind.

“Such an alluring woman in your arms and you just allow her to sleep?” Erik tisked as he deposited himself beside him. Stretching his long legs and rolling his shoulders. 

Charles hummed, eyes falling back to the novel. “She was tired.” He did his best to ignore the impure thoughts flowing from Erik like waves, as well as the heat from his love in his lap. It was always a game, Erik plucking at him, nudging him, pushing his control with every weapon in his disposal to undo his control. And Charles played along, even if he knew the end result would always be the same. Nowadays he even prefers it to chess. You, their darling, always the most exciting wildcard. Sometimes you’d follow along, tease him as ruthlessly as Erik. Others you’d be in nearly the same place as him. But most often you were the desperate deciding factor that never failed to undo both of their facades. You never had much patience and it was hard not to give in when you begged so sweetly.

Erik leaned over, his cologne invading Charles’ senses as he plucked the book from his hand. Tossing it onto the coffee table even as Charles huffed. Erik managed to catch him by surprise with a gentle kiss, brief but he felt the tension gather regardless. 

“She never minds.” Erik spoke against his lips, seizing the opportunity to pull you into his own lap. Charles rolled his eyes at his antics, hearing your displeased moan as Erik settled you to his liking. Slowly, your eyes fluttered open. Dazed and a bit annoyed at the disruption, only to smile lazily when you saw the cause of it. Erik nuzzled into your sleep flushed neck as you gained your bearings. Nose nudging the, collar, necklace he’d gifted you. A reminder.

“Hi,” Was all you managed. You hadn’t seen much of him when he returned with Charles, allowing Peter and Raven to have their fill of his attention. He always made it up to you.

“Hello, angel.” Lips quirked as he pulled away from your skin. “Charles here was just chastising me for wanting to wake you, but I’ve missed you so much. You don’t mind, do you?”

Lazily you rolled your gaze towards the aforementioned man, his exasperated expression cluing you into the nature of the moment. Lifting your legs into his lap you drew your foot dangerously close to Charles’ fly. “No, never. I’ve missed you too.” Adding a, “Both of you.” As you cheekily pressed down on the growing bulge. Charles’ was always easy to wind up, though you never blamed him. Having the dirtiest of their lovers' fantasies projected into one's mind would drive anyone mad. Though, he could give as good as he got.

“That’s my girl,” Erik laughed before pulling you into a kiss. Quickly becoming heated as his hands slipped under the oversized t-shirt, one you couldn’t remember who you stole it from. It never failed to make you feel absolutely spoiled when you weren’t the victim of the teasing. Either side was wonderful but how could you not enjoy the devoted attention?

You shifted to straddle Erik the moment his lips give yours reprieve. Knowing this would further frustrate your other lover. His tongue and teeth were relentless on your shoulders and neck, pooling heat between your thighs. Feeling a bit mischievous you met Charles’ eyes, rolling your hips and huffing out noises in a more exaggerated manner than necessary. The widening of his pupils and darkening of his expression were more than enough reward for your antics. 

“Naughty.” Uttered Erik, returning his gaze to Charles as well. “Since I so rudely interrupted you, why don’t I take our girl to bed and you can finish your book. How does that sound, love?” Holding eye contact with the irritated man even as he spoke to you.

You pulled back to lift your top over your head with a sigh. Charles would most certainly make you pay for this later. “Sounds wonderful. You know how much our dear Charles appreciates his… personal time. Don’t stay up too late Char, I’m sure you’re exhausted from the flight.” 

With a wink, Erik lifted you as he stood. Hands gripping your bottom tighter than necessary while you giggled. He answered the sounds with a harsh swat, quickly crossing the room to the bed. A gentle toss had you bouncing on the sheets, playfully wiggling as Erik admired your nearly nude form. Sitting up you crawled towards him, knowing behaving was the best course of action to get what you wanted from him. 

“May I please undress you, sir?” 

“Such manners tonight. Yes, you may, angel.” He smirked, both of you making a point to keep your attention on eachother. Undressing Erik was as exciting now as it had been the first time. Every button popped sent a rush between your legs. The desperation to feel his skin against yours nearly causing you to just tear the garment apart but you steadied your breath and went on. It was always sweeter when you took your time. The moment he could let the shirt slide from his arms you sent a focused image of what you saw to Charles. Your fingers on Erik’s belt, the forming bulge, his heat flushed skin and the absolute sinful look on his face. You knew Erik would be doing the same, the devious man he is. 

Eriks pants were pushed down easily leaving you eye level with your prize. Fingers traced the outline of his cock through his underwear and you kissed across his stomach. He allowed it for a moment, letting out a heavy breath and running his fingers across your scalp. Suddenly his hand clenched and he was once again out of your grasp as he wrenched you away.

“Hm, darling, I’m quite sure I gave you permission to undress me. Not to touch me.” You looked up at him through your lashes, despite his stern tone his expression was amused. 

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ve just missed you so much-” The necklace around your throat tightened and you were pulled back onto the bed suddenly. The edges were rounded but the force of his abilities were noticeable. His expression of strength never failed to make your sex throb, gripping the sheets while you waited for his next move. 

“Always such a desperate whore, no wonder you need the two of us. Now, were you good while we were gone? Did you keep your pretty hands to yourself? Hm, Charles?” Finally you both turned to face the telepath. He was a sight, cheeks pink, brows pinched and thighs spread. You’d suddenly regretted not taking the opportunity to ride them earlier, beginning to become desperate for some contact.

Painfully slowly Charles raised his hand, two fingers meeting his temple as he stared back at you. Giving your best doe eyes you waited for him to deliver your verdict.

Charles inhaled deeply, you knew he’d come across the memories of how close you’d gotten to breaking their rules. The absolutely sinful thoughts you’d had. With a flutter of his eyes and a sigh, he spoke.

“She behaved.” 

Erik chuckled, “Learned your lesson last time, didn’t you baby?” 

“Uh-huh.” You smiled sweetly as he pulled the rest of his clothing off. Excitement building, knowing soon you would finally get what you needed. 

You were aching, the full weight of their gazes had you nearly on edge. Erik took his time climbing onto the bed and between your legs, gently running his fingers from your knees to hips with a look of consideration. 

“I think, since you’ve done so well for us, that you deserve a reward. Do you?” Erik twisted words, you knew one slip up and you’d be across his lap. Normally that would be fun but you hadn’t been lying when you said you missed them.

“As long as you believe I do.” You managed, praying truly submissive was what he had in mind.

Erik snorted, leaning to press kisses down your chest and across your breasts. “Right answer, darling, correct.” You arched into him, the wet heat of his tongue heaven against your aching nipples. Attempting to press your thighs together was futile, Erik’s waist preventing any relief. His mouth soon moved down your stomach, irritatingly skipping your center in favor of biting your tender thighs. 

“Please, sir. Please! I’ll be good, I promise I will. Please just… I need,” Your rambling cut out abruptly when he ripped your underwear from you and latched onto your clit like a man starved. Suddenly, noise, let alone words, seemed impossible to produce. You merely tossed your head onto the pillows and held on for dear life. You wanted to twist your fingers into his perfectly styled hair, you wanted to hold him to you with your legs but you’d promised to behave and you would. You would do anything to keep this absolutely magnificent man’s lips on your cunt. 

A shallow groan caught your attention, dimly aware of your surroundings as Erik absolutely devoured you. Lifting your head slightly you saw Charles. Now gripping himself through his slacks, watching your every move. You imagined the two of you were a sight, especially from his vantage. Almost feeling jealous of his position. But before the thought could fully manifest, Charles pressed his temple again. 

The third person view of one of the most powerful mutants between your thighs and yourself arching and writhing against him, cast in your brain. You nearly screamed. A broken moan leaving you instead, Erik’s own groan vibrating on your slit let you know he was privy to the same vision. You watched helplessly as Erik rolled his hips into the bed, wondering if Charles had bested him tonight. Though the notion abandoned you quickly when Erik thrust two fingers into you, tongue fluttering against your clit while simultaneously tightening the metal around your throat.  

Being good was nowhere on your radar as your hands shot to Erik, gripping his hair and locking your thighs tight around him. Regardless of your interference he worked you though your high like it was his only purpose. 

As spots started to invade your vision he finally let up. The collar dropping loose and mouth moving to press kisses across your pelvis. Dizzy with pleasure but still frantic for more you yanked on Erik, pulling him into a messy kiss. Sucking your own taste off his tongue.  You swore you could feel Charles in your mind, feeling what you were, his arousal was palpable. Though, you knew you heard him undo his pants and at last, grip himself. 

In an absolutely disorienting motion Erik flipped you onto your stomach, raising your hips. You knew he was done with the games. Your last thought being that as he thrust himself inside you without warning. With no time to adjust he began a brutal pace, teeth nearly rattling as you cried out. Scrambling for purchase, anything to ground you as he slammed harshly from the start to end of your pussy. 

“Always so fucking tight, so wet,” Erik was snarling now, lost completely to his own lust. “This is why we keep you, this is your purpose.” 

Anything past Erik inside you was null. Nothing mattered, thoughts completely blank, save for the vicious pleasure radiating from between your thighs. 

Probably why you didn’t perceive Charles in front of you until he hooked a finger in your collar and harshly commanded your attention. He kneeled on the bed, pretty pink cock in hand. Reflexively you opened your mouth wide, tongue out, to which he moaned. Pressing himself forward with the same need you’d felt this entire time.

“Such a good girl,” Charles’ touch was tender even if his pace was not. Praising you as his length pushed past your gag reflex. Further exacerbated by his unwillingness to loosen his grip on your collar. “Always so good for us.” He muttered. Images of Erik and yourself flashed through your mind, as well as the sloppy kiss shared by the men over you. You surrendered yourself to the sensations and before you knew it you were tightening around Erik.

“That's it, c’mon, make a mess on my cock. Be a good girl and cum.” Erik’s voice combined with the loving look Charles gave you sent you over the edge. Clawing at his pale hips and screaming around him. 

The wonderful taste of Charles finding his high followed soon after. Erik took a moment longer, slamming against you before he reached his. The tightening of your collar prefacing him, though you weren’t quite aware anymore. Floating on endorphins. 

By the time you truly came to, Charles was tucking you in and curling around you. Muttering to Erik to ‘Hurry up’. The second he realized you were back he smiled. 

“Welcome back, love,” You answered him with a smile settling into the warmth of his chest. A gentle as always, yours and Erik’s port in the storm. You could hear the latter puttering about, before he slipped under the covers. 

“Mm,” He hummed, nuzzling into your hair and joining the tangle of limbs. “I wasn’t too rough was I?”

Even if he tried to mask his meaning with his playful tone you could hear the concern dripping from his voice.

“You were perfect. I love you.” Your voice was scratchy to even your own ears but both your men just held you tighter. 

“I love you.” Was spoken simultaneously.

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Erik: *Metal floating around him* “Move aside, Charles. I’ll take care of this intruder myself.”

Charles: “No, Erik, you can’t! He’s your son. Peter and Lorna’s brother from another universe.”

Erik: *Shocked* “What?!”

Y/N: “Hi, Dad.”

[maximoffs-girl]

Erik: I have an idea

Charles: no murder

Erik: I no longer have an idea

[stateofloveandnegan]

RICHARD MADDEN - one shots 

A Funeral

RICHARD MADDEN - short series

Broken Ankle

Part 1

Part 2

Eighteen Years

Part 1

Part 2

JAMES MCAVOY - one shots

The Physiotherapist

Drowning

Is This Love?

Happy Birthday

JAMES MCAVOY - short series

Memories

Part 1

Part 2

BEN BARNES - one shots

Fifteen Years

TARON EGERTON - one shots

First Kiss

I’ve Got You

JOE MAZZELLO - one shots

News

GWILYM LEE - one shots

You’ve Changed

A Blind Date

Broken

JACK LOWDEN - one shots

Cousin

MICHAEL FASSBENDER - one shots

Smoking

Depression

MATTHEW PERRY - one shots

The Beach

BEN LAMB - one shots

Alone

TYLER HOECHLIN - requests

Anniversary

MATT BOMER - requests

Worst Day

BEN HARDY - requests

Mine

MICHAEL FASSBENDER X JAMES MCAVOY - one shots

Touch

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Bill Blurb: Sleep

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader (IT Chapter Two)

Ignoring his protests, you dragged Bill to your bed, whining about how you couldn’t sleep without him. Your husband was so engrossed in his writing that you had to force him to leave his desk and sit in the bed. Even in your bed, Bill refused to fully lay down, sitting upright with a pillow behind him to support his back. He was too invested in his book to stop now.

As the minutes ticked by, however, his mind was beginning to wander to you. Although he was complaining when you pulled him from his work at his desk, Bill couldn’t help but be relaxed as the weight of your head pressed into his shoulder. 

His eyes trailed down to look at you, careful not to startle you by moving his head. Your chest rose and fell methodically as you slept. Bill’s mind was slowly consumed by you and his chest was swelling with love and admiration as you leaned against him. He felt a bit frustrated at himself for refusing to leave his desk, now realizing how much he was missing by staying up all night blinded by the computer screen in front of him.

The only story he cared about at the moment was his story with you. He kissed the top of your head before cautiously shuffling his laptop from his legs and onto the bedside table. You whined when Bill started to reposition you to lay down, making sure your head landed on the pillow.

“Shh,” Bill whispered, “I’m sorry for waking you up, love. You can go back to sleep.”

You were half expecting for Bill to leave again but instead, he laid next to you, wrapping his arms around your body to pull you into his chest. You happily cuddled closer, nestling your head further into his chest.

“I love you,” Bill whispered, his words beginning to slur from exhaustion.

“I love you too,” You smiled, drifting off in his warm embrace.

[potterhead-221b]

The sexual tension between me trying to be wholesome and the urge to read self-insert smutty RPF at 3 am

[tawneybel]

Imagine the Losers’ Club taking off their shirts and kissing you.

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

No Business Like Show Business | Masterlist

Fandom: James McAvoy 

Pairing: James x Reader

Summary: You work backstage at a theatre and become close with the star of the show (who you may also have a slight crush on)

- Part One

- Part Two

- Part Three 

- Part Four

- Part Five 

- Part Six (coming soon)

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

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[floral-and-fine]

When it’s Over

Charles Xavier x Female! reader

warning: Angst! so much angst! and a touch of smut!

Summary: This is a sad story

A/n: I love this! I don’t usually write things this angsty, but the feels were too feely not to write this idea. (I freaking love Charles btw, and this even hurt me to write) @mandalorian-slut I understand if you don’t read this, I’m sorry.

You were trembling, you couldn’t keep your hands from shaking. Your whole world was falling apart around you. The life you spent the last three years building destroyed in just a moment.

“I can’t… I can’t believe you did that,” you croaked, not daring to look up at the baby blue eyes that were watching you. 

You giggled, as a pair of arms snaked around your waist. Soft lips sprinkled kisses over your bare shoulder. You tried to go back to sleep, keeping your tightly shut.

Then a hand gently caressed your upper arm, and you could smell his cologne as his chest pressed against your back.

You peeked your eyes open to see light seeping through the crack between the curtains.  

“Good morning,” Charles whispered in your ear. “It wasn’t my intentions to wake you, I just wanted to steal some of your affection before I left.”

You and Charles had been dating for about 8 months, the two of you took turns sleeping over at each other’s home.

Charles constantly pointed out that there was enough space in his home for you to move in with him, but you had always refused not wanting to rush into things.

This was the first relationship you ever had with someone like you, another mutant.

It felt so wonderful not having to hide that aspect of your life. In fact, with Charles, you were able to explore your abilities, improve your control over them, and have someone to share it all with.

You loved hearing about his dreams to meet other mutants, and his desire to create a place where they could come and learn without judgment or fear. You suppose that it was just a side effect of being in love, but soon you wanted to help his dream become a reality.

A school for mutants. Good thing both of you were professors.

“Your thoughts are awfully romantic this morning,” Charles mused nuzzling against your neck. “So, my love has inspired you to also help others like us?”

You pouted, “That’s not fair… you shouldn’t be snooping in my head when I’ve barely woken up! It’s cheating!”

“But I love hearing your first conscious thoughts of the day, they’re always so sweet like you.”

You laughed, rolling over onto your back so you could look at him, “Well aren’t you being awfully romantic as well!”

Your fingers ran through his silky brown hair, pushing the strands that had fallen in front of his eyes back. You loved his eyes, they were the bluest blue and so big.

Charles smiled at you, his finger tracing your jaw. “Sadly, I have work to do this morning,” he sighed. “I love you.”

He quickly kissed your lips, before getting up from the bed.

“Y/n,” he calmly said your name. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

Tears started to fall.

You desperately wanted to hide, to wish it all away. You didn’t want to have to deal with reality. How could he have betrayed you like this? How could he hurt you like this?

“It’s too late for that!” you muttered.

About a month later, you gave in and moved in with him. It was exciting to know that from now on you’d fall asleep in his arms and wake up to his smiling face.

It was also fun getting to know Eric, Raven, Hank, and the others. It was wonderful knowing that there were others like you, that you weren’t all alone in the world.

These months spent with Charles have been the happiest in your life. You were convinced that he was your soulmate, your one and only.

Your hands were tangled in his hair, as the two of you feverishly kissed one another. His hands were on your waist, and you were straddling his lap.

He started kissing along your jaw, then down your neck, gently sucking on your soft flesh.

You moaned and grinded your hips against his.

His hands moved down to your thighs. Slowly, they explored underneath your dress. His fingers curled around the waistband of your panties and started to pull them down.

He flipped you over so you were on your back.

“Have I told you how stunning you are?” Charles said playfully. “You are literally the most beautiful woman.”

He leaned down kissing your lips again before he helped remove your dress.You laid there bare, as his blue eyes took in all your beauty.

“Thank you for moving in with me,” he murmured. “I want to be with you as much as possible.”

You ran your hands up his chest and started undoing the buttons of his shirt.

“I want the same thing,” you replied. “I love you, Charles.”

You kissed along his collarbone and chest. He hummed under your tender and loving touch.

You couldn’t contain all the emotions you were feeling. Finding out the truth was so painful. It made you question your entire relationship with him.

Was any of it real? How could you believe that he loves you?

After the incident on the beach, you stayed by his side and supported him any way you could. Because of your efforts, you managed to keep the school running, while Charles processed the loss of his legs, his best friend, and his sister.

He had felt completely abandoned, except for you and Hank. If it hadn’t been for the two of you, who knows what kind of state he would be in. His relationship with you became that much stronger, fortified by your dedication to him and his school.

Finally, when he felt able and healthy enough, he went back to running the school and finding young mutants who needed guidance. With the two of you working together, Charles was sure that you and he could change the world’s perspective on mutant change.

Charles watched you strutted down the hall, a lovely smile on your lips. Your high heels clicking against the hardwood floors as you headed towards your classroom.

A couple of girls ran passed you,“Good morning, Professor l/n!”

“Good morning, girls!” you said cheerfully.

Charles could feel his heart swell, you kept his dream alive for his sake. He knew that he would never find anyone else as perfect as you. And just like that, it became clear to Charles that there was only one thing left to do.

One morning, the two of you were sitting outside on the school grounds, drinking tea. It was so peaceful. There was a light breeze and everything was quiet.  It was almost as if you and Charles were the only two people on Earth.  

You looked like an angel, as the morning light illuminated the delicate features of your face. He couldn’t contain himself any longer.

“I was planning on waiting until our 2 year anniversary, but I don’t think I can wait a week,” Charles looked over at you his eyes were sparkling.  

“Y/n, will you marry me?”

He presented you with a small velvet box, inside was a delicate engagement ring.

Charles sat up trying to get closer to you, but you shrunk away. It hurt him seeing you so upset and inconsolable.

It stung even more, seeing how badly he wanted to comfort you. He attempted to read your thoughts, but you blocked him. 

Planning a wedding was a lot of work. Charles and you agreed that having it in the courtyard would make a lovely venue.

Almost everything was ready, caterers had been selected, a band to play during the reception had been chosen, you picked out the bridesmaid dresses, all of it was coming together.

It was close to 1 o’clock in the morning, and you were still worrying about the wedding’s smaller detail. Charles was already fast asleep so you couldn’t get his opinion on what fabric napkins were better.

You groaned inwardly, you hadn’t even started writing your vows yet.

You sighed, you knew that Charles had probably written the most beautiful vows anyone could ever imagine. He had such an amazing way with words. It was one of the many things you loved about him.

You took out a clean sheet of paper and a pen.

There were so many things you wanted to say about your soon to be husband. You had never loved anyone like you loved him.

But you were finding it incredibly difficult to put any of that into words. How could you say I love you more than anything, more eloquently?

You remembered when you first met him, you couldn’t believe that someone like him was real. No one could be that cute and yet sexy, or that charming and sweet, plus he was so intelligent.and wasn’t an ass about it.

What was even more unbelievable, was that he came up and started talking to you! Out of all the people in that bar that night, there something about you he fancied.

You fell for him, head over heels that night.

You looked over at Charles, who was quietly snoring. Standing up, you made your way over to the bed, you sat beside him. Carefully, you brushed his hair back with your fingers so you could admire his sleeping face.

Thinking about the night you first met him, had you curious about what he remembered about you.

You focused on his thoughts and tried to reach those memories from several years ago.

But instead what you found broke your heart.

“Y/n?” Charles asked waking up. “What’s wrong?”

You were trembling, you couldn’t keep your hands from shaking. Your whole world was falling apart around you. The life you spent the last three years building destroyed in just a moment.

“I can’t… I can’t believe you did that,” you croaked, not daring to look up at the baby blue eyes that were watching you.

“Y/n,” he calmly said your name. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

Tears started to fall.

You desperately wanted to hide, to wish it all away. You didn’t want to have to deal with reality. How could he have betrayed you like this? How could he hurt you like this?

“It’s too late for that!” you muttered.

You couldn’t contain all the emotions you were feeling. Finding out the truth was so painful. It made you question your entire relationship with him.

Was any of it real? How could you believe that he loves you?

Charles sat up trying to get closer to you, but you shrunk away. It hurt him seeing so upset and inconsolable.

It stung even more, seeing how badly he wanted to comfort you.

He attempted to read your thoughts, but you blocked him.

“You got close to me just so you could control me…” you mumbled staring at the ground. “You needed to gain trust, so you could get inside my head.”

“Y/n, dear, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’ve lied to me since the beginning,” you sobbed.

Charles gulped as it dawned on him, he never wanted to you to find out.

“Y/n please, I love you,” he tried to console you. “I was concerned, your gift is unparalleled in power,” he confessed. “I was worried what would happen if you lost control.”

“Then you should’ve trusted me! You should’ve told me!” you cried. “I would’ve understood… I would’ve given you permission…”

“I’m sorry… y/n, I will spend the rest of my life making this up to you.”

Charles reached out to take your hand. You shook your head. You tugged the ring off your finger.

“I can’t…” you whispered as you placed the ring on his open hand.

Charles closed his fingers around the ring tightly as he watched you walk out. He broke down once you closed the door.

The pain he was feeling was unbearable. Why didn’t he see this coming?

That day when he first met you, he had no idea how much you’d mean to him.

Charles found you through Cerebro. You were incredibly powerful, however, most of that power was untapped.

It had seemed like the best solution at the time, he’d get close to you, then place barriers in your mind to ensure that you would never lose control. He’d set limits to your abilities and you’d never even notice the difference.  

It was what was best, not only for the world but for you as well. At least that’s what he tried to convince himself of.

He walked into the same pub you were at one night, and that’s how it all started. He bought you drink and the two of you started talking.

It was so easy to fall in love with you, even after he accomplished what he set out to do, he continued seeing you. Soon he was the one wanting you to live with him, then he wanted to make you his wife.

And now… he’s lost it all.

The pain he felt, hurt worse than when Raven and Eric left.  He cried until he physically couldn’t anymore.

Hank quietly entered the room. Charles looked like an absolute mess, eyes red, hair matted, he looked like he had given up on everything.

“She’s gone…” Charles muttered not bothering to look up.

“I know,” Hank started sitting on the edge of the bed. “She asked me to take care of you before she left.”

Charles wanted to laugh and cry hearing that. “That’s so like her even when she’s angry she still cares… but I don’t know how to fix this, Hank.” He looked into his friend’s eyes, “I don’t want to feel anymore,” Charles begged. “I can’t tolerate this pain…”

Hank sighed, he promised you that he’d watch over Charles. And with the way Charles was acting, he was afraid that the professor would do something drastic.

“I’ll see what I can do in my lab,” Hank told Charles.

tags: @babe-with-thepower @skellingtonbatz @starfirette @captainbvckfire @harry-puddle @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night @damalseer

[la-fille-en-aiguilles]

James McAvoy x Female Reader: Bloody Numpties

A/N: I had a major writer’s block these past months… Until I came across this imagine of James McAvoy that just made me sit down and write this entire thing in one go. It may feel a little rushed at times, definitely not my best work, but I had quite a blast writing it. There are no warnings, except maybe an occasional curse and my awful portrayal of Scottish accent, which I learned to really love these past months… Oh and James’ mimics, because having that much charisma should be illegal. Enjoy x

None of these gifs are mine.

“And I’m done here.”

You felt the soft ends of the brush caress your forehead one more time before you forced yourself to open your eyes. Hair and makeup were the best parts of your routine these days: sitting in front of those huge-ass mirrors with light bulbs burning bright and illuminating your features, you remembered once in a while that you were actually a human, and not some mutant with 5 kilo bags under your eyes and skin so pale it almost seemed transparent.

Mutant. Ha. James would love that. 

Quickly checking you reflection in the mirror, you gave the makeup artist assigned to you a warm smile. She smiled back, quickly putting her things away and silently admiring her work.

You turned back to face your reflection, your eyes traveling down your highlighted cheekbones to your perfectly contoured dark pink lips.

You had to give it to her, the woman could work miracles.

“So beautiful, lassie”, you almost jumped, adrenaline rushing through your veins. Chuckling slightly, Michael distanced his face from your ear before you could smack him, thus ruining all the work Kimberley the Makeup Artist had done on him.

“Fass-ass, I swear to God, if you use that fake Scottish accent on me again…” you whispered through gritted teeth, watching his shit-eating grin’s reflection in the mirror. 

“You’re up in ten, you guys”, Kimberley’s melodic voice interrupted your very improper, even downright scandalous train of thought as you turned to face her. “I’ll send James to fetch you after I’m done with him”.

Both you and Michael hummed something incomprehensible in response before she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. 

“Don’t,” you immediately shot Fassbender a killer look, watching him open his mouth to speak already. “We’re not having this conversation again, Michael. I knew there was a reason for you coming to my makeup station out of the blue”.

Leaning back on the table right next to yours, the actor you currently hated the most in this world crossed his arms, his whole being exuding annoyance and a healthy dose of disappointment.

“You can’t go on like this forever, you know”, he finally let out, staring at you, unblinking.

You raised your eyebrows at him as if saying watch me, before hopping off your chair and leaning closer to the mirror, running your fingers through your locks to give them some more volume.

Not that they needed it. Leaning closer to the mirror meant blocking Michael’s face from your field of vision and thus avoiding his heavy, judgmental stare.

“I have no idea what you talking about”, when it came to this kind of conversations, as always, you thought your safest bet was to play dumb; as always, Michael rolled his eyes behind your back, getting more and more exasperated with his own helplessness. 

“Y/N…” you knew that tone, just like you knew exactly what would follow. So in order to cut the crap, you turned your entire body in his direction, copying his pose by folding your hands on your chest. 

“What do you want me to say to him, hmm, Michael? James, I’m sorry, but I fucked up? I sucked at being your best friend by lying to you? By wanting to feel that jawline of yours cut my inner thighs open they are so sharp? Please,” you snorted, turning back around, biting your bottom lip hard, your teeth ruining your lipstick. 

“Shit,” you muttered, trying to spread the color evenly on your lips now and only making it worse. 

Michael snickered, looking at your pathetic attempts to fix the damage. 

“Come here, you fool,” you felt him grab your hand, and pull you closer. With millions of thoughts orbiting in your head like a hoard of fireflies, you gave in. Carefully sliding his thumb over your lip, Michael almost fixed the entire thing, making the view a lot more bearable. 

“Thanks for that”, you muttered sincerely, looking back at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes now fixed on his reflection, you swallowed hard. “He is going to hate me”, your lips barely moved, but still, Michael understood, responding with a frown. “I know him far longer than you do, and trust me, he is going to freak. I swear if you tell him…” it took you a gargantuan effort not to bite your bottom lip again. “I’ll tell Alicia all about…” you stared daggers at him as a smirk bloomed on his lips. 

Michael came closer to you, sliding his hand up and down your back, a smile that would put a Cheshire cat to shame stretching on his thin lips.

“Who’s Alicia?” he interrupted you mid-sentence, gazing into the mirror, catching your eyes with his, so wicked and full of intent. You scoffed at his lame joke and squirmed at that horrible Scottish accent Fassbender had put back on, like an old wool jumper that didn’t fit him one bit. “You are underestimating yourself, Y/N. Honest to God, if it weren’t for Alicia, I’d be thrilled to show ye how sharp my jawline can be…”

You gasped at his comment, staring at him in disbelief. Hysterical sparkles danced in his eyes as he smiled contentedly at his comment which he apparently thought was going to make you feel better. On the verge of bursting into a fit of laughter at the sight of your scandalized expression, he pouted his lips and winked at you, obviously trying to mimic James. 

Irritated out of your mind, you turned around swiftly, ready to smack him across his chest when he caught you by the wrist.

“You bloody…” the door to the room flew open, hitting the wall with a loud screech and not letting you finish. Uneasy smile vanished from your face as soon as you saw who was behind it.

“James,” you managed, your throat suddenly going dry.

McAvoy avoided looking at you, of that you were certain. His beautiful eyes, framed by those incredibly long eyelashes were now dodging you like you were fucking plague. 

Your stomach dropped as soon as your best friend spoke, his voice cold and distant, so unlike anything you’ve ever heard come out of that plump mouth of his…

“It’s showtime,” he almost spit, the venom of his tone crashing into you like a splash of acid. “Sorry tae interrupt.”

And just like that, he was out of that door again, without looking back.

You didn’t dare to look at Michael, your heart beating so frantically you felt it crash your ribcage. The shit has hit the fan. He knew.

Watching Michael crack third joke in a row in response to Jimmy’s antics, you gave them both a smile so fake you probably looked like a psychopath straight from a horror movie. Normally, you would be the one teasing both Fassbender and McAvoy mercilessly, and they would look like they are about to call for their respective mothers. Normally, you would be the one interacting with the public, making them laugh and whistle at your comments. But this wasn’t normal you. Normal you stayed in that makeup room curled in the corner crying her eyes out, humiliated by the fact that your best friend knew you dreamed of his head in between your legs. And what was worse – wait for it – that same best friend knew and wanted, apparently, nothing to do with you anymore.

Michael was obviously carrying the entire happening on his shoulders. James would throw a line in occasionally, let out a throaty laugh now and then and give those screaming girls his trademark wink. You, on the other hand, were tense and silent, like the sky right before a thunderstorm. Asking yourself again and again how much he’d heard and trying to convince yourself that you had been freaking out over nothing and imagining things, you stayed completely out of the entire conversation, smiling occasionally, not even caring enough to know why you were, in fact, smiling. 

That was until Jimmy Fallon, his prying eyes fixed on James, let the only question you dreaded most fall off his lips. His voice broke you out of your stupor, making you shudder, sending fat drops of sweat down your back. 

“So James,” his gaze switched to your face, and unable to hear anything because of the blood pumping in your ears, you managed to read his lips. “We all agree that you’ve got pretty lucky landing yourself Y/N as your love interest in this part of the franchise”, the audience screamed at Fallon’s bluntness approvingly, while all you wanted to do was to strangle the man. “What was it like to work with her? This wasn’t the first time you guys shared intense looks… I mean the chemistry between the two of you is a real deal!”

The audience yelled in approval again, yet all you could hear was your own heart beating in your throat now. 

Good lord Y/N, what are you, twelve? Get a fucking hold of yourself! you internally screamed, looking at all those people and laughing silently.

Because the entire situation was so bloody hilarious, obviously.

“I’ve got tae say…” As soon as James opened his mouth, you felt your knees go weak, and you prayed to whoever would listen nobody would notice the state you were in. You earned a bloody Oscar for this show alone.

“Marry her, James!” just when McAvoy started to speak, a male voice rang in the air, attracting all the attention. You turned around swiftly, followed by Michael, trying to spot the screaming person. Laughter erupted in waves all around you, Fassbender doubled up in his seat. Switching your gaze back to James, you noticed the Scotsman look in that exact direction from where the voice came as his lips parted in a genuine, beautiful smile you loved. He winked at the stranger, as if saying I’m on it, bro, before continuing.

You did your best not to stare at James open-mouthed but failed. Luckily Fallon found your reaction hilarious, teasing McAvoy about it, but you heard none of it, utterly stunned. 

“I’ve got tae say,” James raised his voice, interrupting Jimmy and the cheering crowd, his face still lit up with a smile. “Working with Y/N is outtae this world. I mean, look at her,” with both of his hands he motioned towards you, exhibiting your beauty. “Man, how can all that talent, elegance and splendor fit in one and the same person? She’s incredible.”

And that’s when his big beautiful eyes finally met yours. Together with what you recognized as sadness and pity, that despicable feeling you were so afraid of, you also saw hope, half-hidden behind those ocean blue irises. 

He was secretly hoping you could stay friends, you suddenly realized. He didn’t love you back and he probably never would nurse this kind of feelings for you, but maybe – just maybe – you could still be friends!…

“Jesus, James,” …and then Michael just had to bloody open that big mouth of his. “I might actually get jealous, you know”.

And just like that, that smile you’d sell your soul for, was gone. The moment was lost, together with a tiny flicker of hope you were holding on to so hard.

James’ stare suddenly grew firm as soon as his eyes quit yours. His pupils, like barrels of two guns, aimed at Fassbender’s chest. 

“O’ course ye might”, once those bullets made of pure disgust cut through Michael’s body, James turned back to face Jimmy, a smile back on his face yet never reaching his fuming eyes.

It was at this moment that you felt your blood boil in righteous anger. So he’s pissed at you for having fallen for him, whatever. This was indeed a really fucked-up move on your end. Michael, however, deserved none of the shit James was giving him. He only tried to encourage you to come clean, and honestly, this wasn’t quite an apocalyptic situation to deal with. 

With the oncoming waves of anger, rising in your chest, you forgot all about that hope you saw glimmer in James’ stare. He could be a dick to you, for all you cared, but Michael literally did nothing to deserve any of this. 

By the end of the interview you were so riled up you imagined quite graphically how you would call James out on his bullshit once you were alone. However, the minute the show was over, McAvoy rushed out of the place, barely saying his goodbyes to Jimmy and his crew, not even bothering to wait for you and Michael. 

Biting your bottom lip so hard that it hurt, you followed him with your eyes until he was out of the door, suddenly feeling tears burning at the back of your stare.

“What is his problem?” Michael frowned, standing beside you, his eyes still fixed on the closed doors. 

You bit your lip harder, keeping the answer from sliding off your tongue, the answer both you and Michael knew.

You were his problem. You and your stupid feelings.

By midnight, you have passed all stages there were to this both tragic and ridiculous situation. Wrapped in your blanket, curled up in your bed, after denial, anger, and feeling sorry for yourself you’ve finally crossed the Rubicon of acceptance.

So you fell for your best friend and he now knew it, big bloody deal. Although you still couldn’t gather up enough courage to go talk to him about it like adults that you were, you’ve pretty much made peace with him knowing about your feelings and visibly being uncomfortable with them. If he was not ready to face you from now on because he was feeling embarrassed or whatever, well, he was shit out of luck, because you were not going anywhere. You were here with him because you were doing your job and you weren’t just going to leave because some James bloody McAvoy was feeling distressed. 

He was going to have to live with his embarrassment till the press tour was over, at least.

You had to admit, it hurt like a bitch though. You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t acknowledge that sometimes, in the early hours of dawn, you would think about all those ways James would react to your confession. And how you would then drive into the sunset together, holding hands and listening to Ed bloody Sheeran. 

What your imagination didn’t work on though was how you were going to react if McAvoy almost literally showed you his elegant middle finger and closed the door to his life right in front of your face for good. 

Just when you finally thought you’d come to terms with everything that had happened today, a couple of loud bangs cut the silence of your hotel room, instilling fear in you. 

“Sweet Jesus, what now…”, you whispered when the night guest continued to hit on the wailing door again and again, quickly jumping on your feet and rushing to the door. You threw it wide open, not giving yourself time to think twice about it. 

You were pretty sure Michael’s face was a tiny shade lighter than the tapestry behind him, a beautiful Bordeaux color. It didn’t become him at all though.

“What’s wrong?!” you exclaimed almost instantly, prominent lines on Michael’s forehead screaming volumes about his state of mind. 

Fassbender was furious.

“You are going to tell James how you feel”, he had hard time controlling his temper as his voice trembled greatly. “And you are going to do it right now”.

You stared at him as if Michael was mentally retarded and just said something so stupid it lowered the IQ of the entire city.

“Come again?” you spoke, your eyebrows almost reaching your hairline. “Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but he already knows”, you fought to keep the sarcasm in your voice at bay, but it didn’t quite work. Actually, it didn’t work at all.

Your words only seemed to aggravate Michael’s pissed off state. Barely containing the anger, he grabbed you a hand, and headed down the corridor, dragging you along.

“Hey!” you yelled in protest, only now realizing all you were wearing was a silk nightgown. Covering your breasts with your free hand, you tried if not to talk some sense into your friend, then at least learn what the hell was going on.

“What happened?” you asked carefully, following Michael – he was forty times stronger than you, plus your were pretty sure that if you refused to keep up, he’d carry you all the way to James’ door. 

“He’s out of his fucking mind!” Michael barked, as you shuddered at the sound. “He’s raving mad, poor bastard…”

“I don’t understand,” you interrupted, you voice small and sincere. 

That’s when Michael suddenly stopped and softly pushed you towards the closed door of the suite he shared with James. 

“You will,” he said, more sure of himself than ever. “Just tell him. Now is as good fucking time as any”.

And with those words, he knocked on the door so hard the entire hotel must have heard. Reaching past you, Michael turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, silently inviting you in.

“I’m going to have a whiskey”, he informed you. “And when I’m back I expect this entire madhouse to be over.”

You sighed, looking at him, searching for mercy in his eyes. Yet they remained tough, telling you that if you didn’t come in, Fassbender would carry you inside, thrown over his shoulder.

You rolled your eyes at him and stepped into the room, finally resigning to your fate.

Deep inside you knew that Michael was right and the two of you needed to talk… You just didn’t know why this embarrassing and bitter conversation couldn’t wait till morning.

“James!” you called, clenching your fists and walking into the main area of the presidential suite. “Come out, come out, whenever you are.”

Looking around, you couldn’t help but smile at the idiocy of the entire situation. You must have been dreaming, none of this seemed real. Neither you, standing in your nightgown in the middle of this huge open space with a bar corner and a gigantic sofa. Nor the sounds of the water running somewhere further in the suite. Nor that huge puddle of red wine on the floor, looking like a bloodstain littered with green bottle glass…

It was only when the sound of the running water stopped that you actually realized what it meant. 

As you opened your mouth to let James know you were there, he walked out of one of the corridors with nothing but a towel covering his hips.

Small drops of water still littered his naked shoulders and his toned torso. Prominent veins run along his hands, muscles taut and his biceps bulging. His hair stuck out as he ran his fingers through it, only now noticing you, feeling exposed for a millisecond. 

The sound of you letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding seemed to shake him out of his stupor. Lines littered his face here and there almost instantly, his eyes sliding down your frame. You suddenly realized your nightgown must have left nothing to imagination, but instead of crossing your arms on your chest in hopes of covering yourself up, you just dropped them.

Let him bloody see what he’s missing.

You noticed how his Adam’s apple moved slightly in response to your challenging glare before he turned away, biting the inside of his cheeks, obviously trying to gain some self-control.

The atmosphere in the room had shifted so drastically from the way it was when you first walked in. Everything – you, him, the puddle on the floor – all seemed real all of the sudden, and you fought with all your might not to come up to him and touch his bare skin, run your fingers down his abdomen and then…

“Wha’ are ye doin’ here?” his voice was cold and loud, too loud for the moment you were currently sharing. He still refused to look at you. “Can I help ye with anythin’?”

You cleared your throat, caught off guard. Not reciprocating your feelings was one thing. Refusing to face you when he talked to you, however, was something else entirely. Biting your lips fiercely in order not to scream bloody murder, you forced yourself to remember why you were here. Instead of walking up to him and kicking him in his balls, like you ached to do, you just continued to stare at him, burning holes in his naked body.

“Sure thing, yeah. You can start by telling me what the hell is wrong with you!” you came off strong, stronger than you originally intended, having trouble to control your emotions. 

He finally turned your way and narrowed his eyes at you but said nothing. This only served to piss you off more, his unfairness from earlier fueling your anger.

“You know what? I get it!” you felt a lump rising in your throat and pushed it down with all your might. “You think I’m sad and pathetic for falling in love with my best friend. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I fucked everything up”, you felt tears pulling in your eyes but commanded yourself not to cry, effectively keeping them back. “But you are just… You’re disgusting!” you finally found the right word and watched James’ squirm at the sound of it, rage distorting his handsome face as he finally acknowledged your presence. Before you could continue, something spectacular happened, something you’d never seen before. 

James McAvoy exploded.

“I’m disgustin’?!” he roared like a wounded tiger. “oh tha’ is rich, coming from ye! I stood by ye every time, no matter what ye did, but this… How fuckin’ could ye, Y/N! I trusted ye! I gave ye me all and ye just… It’s pretty clear ye don’t give a flyin’ fuck ‘bout me, but wha’ bout her?! She’s your bloody friend!!”

You stared at him wide-eyed. What in the world was he talking about?!… None of this added up. 

James literally just growled making two more steps towards you, his gaze leaving flash burns on your bare skin. Brushing nervous fingers through his hair again, he turned away from you, pacing back and forth. 

“I honestly have no idea what you talking about”, you managed, feeling the heat pool in your lower stomach.

Now is not the time, you thought, biting your lips and trying to keep a clear head, a burning ache for him consuming you all of the sudden. 

“Alicia, Y/N! Does tha’ name ring a bell for ye?” he turned back and you just looked at him dumbfounded, completely losing the thread of this conversation. Taking in your lost state, James threw his hands in the air in desperation. “Did ye think about her when ye thought about Michael’s fuckin’ head in between yer thighs?”

The words sounded as if he had to force them out, scarring his throat, cutting it raw. It took a minute for their meaning to settle in. 

“You are insane,” you slowly countered, realization dawning on you. “Sweet Jesus, you are such a moron!!…” 

“Tha’ I am alright!” he bellowed in agreement, disappointment and hurt in his every gesture hitting you like a runaway train. “Another fuckin’ pathetic moron ye scored for yeself, princess! All this time it has been him, all this fuckin’ time, while I’ve been livin’ for the crap ye give me!…”

“You think I’m in love with Fass-ass?! Are you shitting me, McAvoy?!” you screamed at the top of your lungs now, mad for hell knows what, a weird, warm and overwhelming feeling spreading in your chest as you finally understood the reason for him acting like an asshole all along. ““I love you, you bloody idiot!”

James was quite a sight to watch. All the anger seemed to evaporate off his body. He stood straighter now, his red lips half-parted, his eyes glowing like the surface of the sea reflecting the starlight. He looked like a man who wanted to believe yet didn’t not dare to. A deep frown still darkened his features, but it didn’t look so carved-in anymore. James looked like he needed you to give him a reason, one single reason to end this entire mess, because he’d be happy to oblige. 

He only needed one reason.

And suddenly you knew exactly what it was.

“It’s you that I want, it has always been you!” you let out, your hands shaking for some reason. “It’s your touch I yearn for, it’s your stupid head that I…”

He didn’t let you finish. All you heard was a gasp, but you couldn’t tell to save your life if it was him or you. Soft and muffled, like a secret told in the dark of the night, it slipped from someone’s lips before his mouth crashed into yours, his hands tugging at your hair as he aligned your bodies. The cold tip of his nose caressed your skin as his lips moved against yours.

You moaned into his mouth, cupping his face in between your hands. His lips seemed to be drawn to yours as one open-mouthed kiss followed another, his tongue skimming over your bottom lip tenderly but demandingly, promising so much by doing so little. When you felt him trying to distance himself from you, in order to catch his breath, no doubt, you grabbed the back of his neck and pressed your lips into his harder, feeling him smile, his breath hot on your mouth. 

“I’m so sorry, I…” James whispered, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on your cheekbones.

“Shut up,” you ordered softly as your breaths mingled together before you captured those red and plump lips with yours, your nails scratching that sensitive skin on the back of his neck, your fingers crawling down his bare shoulder blades…

“About fucking time,” Fassbender pressed his ear to the door to the room as soon as the screaming ceased. “Better fucking name your first kid Michael and make me a godfather, bloody numpties”.

And whistling some cheerful song for which he didn’t know the lyrics, he made his way down the corridor thinking now was the time to hit the bar, for that whiskey he just made sure he deserved.