#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🎀🪩

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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.

[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

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.

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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 :)

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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.

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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.”

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“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

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[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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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

[good-doctor-imagine]

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.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

I vote for Bill please :)

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[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)

[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. 

[justsomewritingsandshit]

The ‘Mrs Clause’

Arthur Christmas x Female!Reader

Length: 1622 words

Warnings: Santa Clause 2 AU, sweet Arthur, female reader, probs not edited properly

It’s the 25th as I post this, so Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, Happy Holidays to those who don’t! Arthur Christmas is currently my fave christmas movie, and I had a dream about this au, so I wrote it!

Arthur Christmas had never once considered himself one day (possibly) becoming the next ‘Santa Claus’. Why would he? As the second son, and an ‘odd-ball’, he wasn’t to be the next in line. For these reasons, he’d never leant a single second into deliberating over the ‘Mrs Clause’. He’d always thought that his older brother, Steve, would be the person to take the job, so why should he bother himself over it?

“Steve, can’t I adopt a child to take after me, instead?” Arthur was not a confident person, so the thought of him having to physically go out and meet someone…

Steven Christmas was irritable. He’d been explaining the reasoning behind this addendum all right, but his younger brother didn’t seem to be grasping it at all. “Arthur, it’s a tradition, mostly just for the sake of it, but it’s also practical too.”

The ‘Mrs Clause’ was an adage to the ‘Script of Santa’ – which was the Guide to Being Father Christmas. Said clause had started off as ensuring a wife for Santa, which would then continue the important lineage, but it had eventually evolved into a role of ensuring the North Pole both hidden, and successful. His mother, Margaret, often negotiated treaties with neighbouring countries, sorted elvish workers’ rights, and taught many classes to the young elves. It was a very involved job, being the wife of Santa, and it had become rather vital to the success of Christmas.

“Honestly, Arthur, it’s of the upmost importance.” Steve rubbed between his brows, where a headache had begun to form. “Find a girl, marry her within the next five years, have children. I don’t see the issue here.” As if struck by lightning, a thought raced through Steve’s mind. The elder man looked over his shoulder, peering at his brother who was leaning over him, too close for his comfort. He narrowed his eyes, thinking of his brother and what he knew of his life. “Although, we can look for alternatives and loopholes if you aren’t attracted to women…”

Arthur’s eyes widened, and a deep flush developed on his cheeks. He had not once, in his life, discussed his sexual preference with Steve! “Oh, uh, no! I’m not, I, uh, well, no…” His rambling told his brother very little, “I’m not, well, I’ve always imagined a woman, you know… N-not that men aren’t just as lovely, in their – you know – their own way!”

Steve tuned out the rest of his younger brother’s rambling, having gotten the information he needed, “Very well. How shall we go about this, then?” He whipped out his HOHO 3000, and begun to look through old data files on his ancestors. “You could go the path Father went, which might be the best route for you, since you’re quite awkward.” Arthur choked on his breath, behind him. Their father, Malcolm, had done a few years at a university in England, where he’d met Margaret. “I’ll begin filling out the forms in the morning. You go get some bags together, you’ll have to live near the campus…” Steve had stood up by this point, and had wandered off, to go find his personal assistant, Peter. “I’ll check in with you tomorrow, Arthur.”

Arthur, who still stood in shock in his brother’s room, opened and closed his mouth, flabbergasted. He looked down to his outfit, which was essentially pyjama bottoms, a Christmas jumper, and a pair of outrageous Christmas slippers… It was nothing new to anyone in the North Pole, but to ‘normal’ society… This was going to possibly be the hardest experience of his life. “Oh dear…”

Before he even knew what was happening, Arthur found himself enrolled in a few different college courses at a university (located just outside of a bustling city), and living on his own, in a ‘flat’. His mother and brother had him equipped with a ton of non-Christmassy clothing, as well as some stylish, yet cosy, house décor – their way of attempting to not scare off any potential female suitors.

His first day of proper, ‘normal’ schooling told him that he was a few years older than most of the other university first-years – but, luckily; he seemed to get along great with this younger bunch. Life was simple for a few months, with Arthur talking to some of the female in his classes, stumbling over himself and his words as he did. He was a terrible flirt.

On his eighty-fourth day into his attempt at finding a person to be his ‘wife’, an absolutely stunning woman wandered into his Political Science classroom. She was introduced as Y/N Y/L, the professor’s teaching assistant for the next few months. Y/N, herself, revealed that she was a third-year student at the same school, and that she wanted to one-day work for the United Nations. For Arthur, it was love at first lecture.

“Can I help you, Mr Christmas?” Y/N smiled at the young man stood in front of her. She’d been surprised by Arthur, when she’d first introduced herself to him. He was a mature-aged student (which meant he was older than twenty-four), one of two in that Political Science class, and seemed to be loved by all his class-mates. The professor of the class had described him as a bright student, if not a little oblivious, and exceedingly cheerful, too. He was cute, not perhaps conventionally, but Y/N didn’t truly care for that anyway. Silently, the young woman scolded herself; she realised she shouldn’t think of him in such a way, it was unprofessional!

Arthur fumbled with his paper, recently handed back to him that day. “I was, I was wondering if you could help me?” Arthur’s voice cracked with nerves, and his face went bright red. “I mean,” He cleared his throat, “Before the exams… Could you just help me raise the, uh, you know…, the grade?”

Whilst he was embarrassed by his silliness, Y/N was kvelling over his nervous nature. It was nice to know that he truly seemed as wonderful as everyone had described. “Sure, how about I set up a tutoring schedule for us?”

Arthur nodded frantically, it was the perfect way to get to know her! Also, he could genuinely use the help, his grade wasn’t as high as he wanted it to be…

“So, any plans for the holidays?” Y/N was leaning across a coffee-shop table, questioning Arthur about his Christmas plans, nearly a month into their tutoring. “I’m so ready to just finish my exams, and then relax over Christmas!”

Arthur nodded along, sipping his large hot chocolate, which was laced with peppermint, and heavily topped with whipped cream. So far, the month of December had been crazy for the new, young ‘Santa’. He’d been forced into long nights, filled with long communications between himself and Steve, talking in depth about their final plans. Arthur’s days weren’t much more restful, considering he’d been frantically studying for his own exams, too. Still, he managed to be his usual level of energetic. “I’m so excited! Christmas is my absolute most favourite time of year, you know!”

Y/N nodded along, glancing at his loud clothing. “I think everyone here can tell that!” She teased him lightly, secretly loving his childlike enthusiasm for this time of year, as well as his stunning collection of Christmas jumpers. “Are you going home for the holidays, Arthur?”

The two had grown close during their tutoring sessions, eventually realising that they had become more friends, than an assistant-teacher-and-student. Y/N also felt herself slowly, but surely, falling for the adorable man. Despite this, she remained absolute on her stance the two be just friends – at least until she finished her stint as his class-teaching assistant, only another few days at least. She was not going to injure her reputation, no matter how lovely she found Arthur Christmas!

“Yep!” Arthur was briefly reminded of his brother Steve, as he attempted to not spill-the-beans on his true holiday plans. He should not be releasing such information, so soon! “Back off home!” He nearly jumped out of his chair in excitement, when he remembered he’d bought the woman a gift, and had sat it beside his seat earlier, “Here!” Nearly shoving it into her hands, Arthur smiled widely.

“Oh, Arthur, this is so sweet!” She grasped the gift, and nearly tore into the paper when Arthur shook his head wildly.

“Not yet, there’s another week until Christmas, silly!” He blushed a little at her amused smile. The pair continued to discuss a variety of subjects, ranging from Christmas traditions to favoured TV shows, until they were eventually asked to leave the café so it could close.

Nearly a week after her last day as the first-years’ Political Science teaching-assistant, Y/N opened Arthur’s gift to her, in the early hours of Christmas day. She was surrounded by family, the younger members tearing into gifts around her. Arthur’s gift ended up being a framed picture of the two laughing quietly in that same café, where they often met and studied together. The two were smiling sweetly at each other, and the tone of it seemed more intimate than it perhaps was. Attached to the frame, was a hand-written note;

Y/N, as lovely of a friend as I find you, I’d love to get to know you as more. Have a lovely holiday, and I hope we can ‘go out’ when we see each other in the new year. Merry Christmas, Arthur.

She refused to answer her family’s questions, when she smiled to herself all day.

In the North Pole, Arthur ate Christmas dinner with his family, himself smiling happily. He too, refused to answer the questions of his intrigued family. Perhaps, this won’t be as hard as he thought it may be…

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