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justanothercinemaniac · 7 years ago

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #173 - X-Men: Days of Future Past

Spoilers Below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: Yes.

Was it a movie I saw since August 22nd, 2009: Yes. #294

Format: Blu-ray

1) The film marks Bryan Singer’s return to the franchise he helped to start, making it his first X-Men film since X2. He was a producer on X-Men: First Class and originally Matthew Vaughn was slated to direct this film. But Vaughn dropped out to speak with Lucasfilm about Star Wars: Episode VII before focusing his efforts on Kingsman: The Secret Service allowing Singer to step back into the director’s chair.

2) Magneto, Xavier, every mutant in the X-Men films (especially the original trilogy) had fears about war. The X-Men tried to avoid it while Magneto was preparing to win it. Well now everyone’s worst fears have come to past in a dark and desolate future were Magneto was right and the X-Men are forced to band together.

3) John Ottman’s theme from X2 plays in the opening credits, making this film feel like a triumphant return to form from the get go. It fills the audience with an energy, hope, and even nostalgia that helps make the film as great as it is. While I absolutely adore Henry Jackman’s score for First Class, Ottman’s theme has now become the (unofficial?) theme for the franchise in a lot of ways.

4) We’re off to a strong start with the movie’s opening action sequence.

This film features - by far - the best action sequences in the entire franchise. It embraces the powers of its mutant characters in a way no film has before it. This leads to incredible visuals and extended action scenes which never lose the audiences interest. It does what some films (The Last Stand) have failed to do before: show off the X-Men’s powers in incredible and memorable ways. The opening action sequence alone feels like something out of a comic book or (dare I say?) the 90s animated series. Characters like Iceman and Colossus have finally reached the full potential of their mutant powers, making good on a promise any X-Men film makes. New characters too have small roles but are wildly memorable. Blink, Sunspot, Warpath, and Bishop come across as unique with not a lot of lines and not a lot of screen time. But they have an impact because of the visuals of their powers/fighting styles.

From a storytelling standpoint the opening scene also works to set the stakes of the film. We understand immediately how much of a threat these sentinels are, they are able to massacre an entire squad of mutants with relative ease. If it weren’t for Kitty’s ability to send people back in time this war would be over very quickly. The dark tone and sense of dread this future has is established immediately through the action sequence, making the rest of the film carry that weight in a conflict driven/interesting way.

5) I am so impressed and so grateful that this film was able to get all the original cast back they wanted. Kelsey Grammer couldn’t participate because of scheduling conflicts with Transformers: Age of Extinction (ew), but most of these actors have gained a higher price tag since X-Men: The Last Stand. Ellen Page in particular is a critically acclaimed and Oscar nominated actress who comes back for what is essentially a supporting role, but she (like the rest of the returning cast) commits to it all the same. It provides a nice amount of fan service which also feeds into the story and I love it.

6) It is so weird for me to hear Patrick Stewart Xavier talk about this.

Professor X: “I knew [Mystique] as Raven...she was like a sister to me.”

He never talked about her like that in the original trilogy, it first came up in the First Class prequel. But it adds something to Professor X’s character: he walls parts of himself and his past off for the sake of the future.

Note: In this post Patrick Stewart will be referred to as Professor X and James McAvoy will be referred to as Charles.

7) The decision to send Logan back instead of Kitty might upset Kitty Pryde fans and comic book purists (as Kitty was the one to go back in the original storyline), but I think it makes the most amount of sense. The original story was published in the 80s or 90s and Kitty came back from 2013 into her younger body. Movie Kitty has no younger body in 1973 but Logan does. So that’s why it makes sense from an in world decision, but also from a filmmaking standpoint it makes sense too. Hugh Jackman’s Wolverine is the face of the X-Men films primarily, with only one film up to this point not having him in a prominent role. So it makes sense to put stock in his character as you have in the past. My biggest regret though is that I do LOVE Kitty Pryde and so it would’ve been nice to see her do more, but she still serves a more important role in this film than she does in The Last Stand.

8) I absolutely love this.

Professor X: “Logan, you’re going to have to do for me what I once did for you.”

I am a sucker for character development and having watched now seven X-Men films in a row seeing Wolverine in this role is incredible to me. This was the guy who originally wanted to ditch the X-Men, who was a loner and who primarily looked out for Rogue. Even with that he was mostly out for himself? Now. He’s invested. He’s older, a bit wiser (if not perfect), and gets to repay the kindness Professor X showed him by helping Charles along his way. It puts him in a new role, a role he’s not all too comfortable with, but it is just so damn interesting and I love everything about it.

9) The extended prologue in 2023 as well as the fact that this film will cut back to that time occasionally helps make this film a worthy ending to the cast and characters first introduced in X-Men. It could’ve ended that series entirely, a farewell tour for all the actors we came to love in their respective parts. Despite this, at its core this film - more than anything else - is a sequel/continuation of the story set in place by X-Men: First Class. Doing both of these things is no easy feat but the film is able to pul it off beautifully.

10) Peter Dinklage as Bolivar Trask.

Dinklage is one of the finest American actors around right now, notable for his work in “Game of Thrones”. And his performance as the villainous Trask gives us the best X-Men villain since William Stryker in X2. While I do LOVE Sebastian Shaw in First Class, there is something fundamentally more unsettling in Dinklage’s performance. He is chilling, focused, intimidating. You know this is not a guy you want to mess with. And Dinklage himself has a unique look on the character. This according to IMDb.

According to Peter Dinklage, Bryan Singer picked him to play Bolivar Trask because of his height, stating, "With my dwarfism, I'm a bit of a mutant. I can't move metal or anything, but I thought of it as self-loathing. Deep down, Trask is quite sensitive about that aspect of himself."

11) Mystique in Saigon.

The scene of Mystique saving a group of mutants in Saigon from being shipped off to Trask (including Lucas Till’s return as Havok) works really well for a number of reasons. First of all: it helps not only re-introduce her character but also her motivations for this film. She has gone through a lot between First Class and now so this scene helps to establish just exactly this NEW Mystique is. She’s one with a lot of pain, working towards avenging the loss of her friends. Mystique is also much more of a fighter in this film than in First Class, with her choreography and skills leaning much closer to what we would expect from Rebecca Romijn. She has been pushed up to the point of no return but hasn’t crossed that line yet and that’s what this film is about. If she’s going to become the Mystique she does in the original timeline or if this is her second chance. The writing for her character is conflict filled and amazing, I absolutely love it.

12) Logan really needs to give people a spoiler warning about their futures.

Logan [before punching out Beast]: “You and I are going to be good friends.”

13) And because he’s Wolverine, it doesn’t take long for Logan to cause shit.

(GIFs originally posted by @ofsagitta)

14) James McAvoy’s return as Charles Xavier.

So First Class was really about Erik becoming Magneto, this is about Charles becoming Professor X. We have never seen the character so low, he has never been so low. He is a broken man with the events of First Class changing him more than he - or the audience - even expected. He tried soldiering on but the war in Vietnam led to his school being shut down. Charles is wallowing in pain, in self pity, he is exactly what Professor X said he was: as lost as Logan used to be. Hell, he’s a drug addict! The serum to give him his legs is a not-so-subtle parallel for drug use. There is a great conflict there, a great pain, and it leads to an incredible story.

15) This is kind of a perfect representation of how continuity works in the X-Men films. The movie tries to remember something from the past, tries to have continuity track, only to get something about it wrong and make everything more confusing.

(GIFs originally posted by @mcavoying)

In fairness the original line in the First Class script WAS, “Fuck off!” but First Class was released three years before Days of Future Past meaning they knew that wasn’t the actual line for a while. Granted I’m probably just nitpicking.

16) In this film we learn that Emma Frost, Zoe-Kravitz-Angel (as opposed to the Angel from The Last Stand and Apocalypse), Azazel & Banshee are all dead by the hands of Bolivar Trask. Which is sickening and heartbreaking but left a unique opportunity which Apocalypse never took with the characters. I’ll talk about it briefly now but go in depth during my Apocalypse post but in the comics Apocalypse’s Four Horsemen are resurrected dead characters. Using this to bring back the four mutants I just listed would have been a smart move I think.

17) Let’s share what IMDb has to say about the rights to Quicksilver:

The addition of Evan Peters as Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver to the cast sparked wide discussion over the direction of the character who is also slated to appear in Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015). Quicksilver had been discussed previously as a potential character in both X-Men: The Last Stand (2006) and The Avengers (2012), but legal complexities over the license to the character resulted in his omission from both films. However, in May 2013 both Marvel and Fox Studios announced a resolution to the previous legal issues, and that Quicksilver would appear in this film as well as an Avengers sequel, though under certain parameters: no reference to Quicksilver's membership in the Avengers can be made in an "X-Men" film, and no allusion to his relations to the X-Men or Magneto (the character's father) can be made in an "Avengers" film; the rights agreement between Fox and Marvel even goes so far as to stipulate the character cannot be referred to as a "mutant" in any Marvel film. Additionally, the day after the announcement of Peters's casting, Marvel and Fox entered into a legal standoff over provisions of the rights agreement for the character, including the issue of whether Peters would be allowed to portray Quicksilver in any other film outside the "X-Men" franchise, possibly necessitating a second actor to play Quicksilver in any Marvel film, resulting in two different versions of the same character appearing in two competing film series. Ultimately, Fox and Marvel decided to cast different actors in the part for the "X-Men" and "Avengers" films, with Aaron Taylor-Johnson taking on the role in the latter sequel, thus preventing any connection between the two franchises and keeping the X-Men confined to a separate universe from those of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

18) Evan Peters as Quicksilver.

No, I said EVAN PETERS as Quicksilver!

That’s better. Anyways: Evan Peters’ performance as the speedster is the definite scene stealer in the film. His screen time doesn’t amount to much - with a more significant role in 2016′s X-Men Apocalypse - but every time he’s on screen you are drawn to him. The character is wonderfully fun, with his smart assery amusing to us as the audience without being totally annoying. There’s a unique and vibrant energy that Peters brings to the character which is 100% captivating. By far one of the best new elements of this film.

19) Peter Parker could learn something from this.

Quicksilver [to Erik]: “I’m holding your neck so you don’t get whiplash.”

Erik: “What?”

Quicksilver: “Whiiiiiiplasssssshhhh!”

20) Okay, so Logan knocks out a bunch of Pentagon guards with a frying pan. Is it wrong that this is the only thing I could think of?

21) Oh boy....

(Screenshot taken from a GIF set originally posted by @barrel--rider)

22) It is unique and conflict filled to see Charles filled with such intense hate/loathing towards Erik when Professor X always has hope for his, “old friend,” Magneto.

Charles [upon first meeting Erik]: “I’m never getting inside that head again.”

Note: In this recap Michael Fassbender’s character shall be referred to as Erik while Ian McKellen’s shall be referred to as Magneto.

23) THE QUICKSILVER SCENE!!!!!

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This is without a doubt the best scene in the entire film and it is absolutely brilliant across the board. Like the earlier fight scenes it takes the concept of mutant powers and is able to translate it into absolutely phenomenal visuals. From a technical standpoint the scene is a masterpiece, as the seams are practically invisible. It’s hard to make, but you don’t want the audience to know that. Which makes it all the more impressive that it seems so relaxed. The scene pulls your interest and never lets go, using music and point of view in absolutely stellar ways. How boring would this scene have been if it were from Erik’s point of view? Or Charles’? The most interesting way to do this moment is through Quicksilver and that’s what we get. It is intelligent, organic, full of small surprises, and despite its short length is strong as hell. If they were to teach this class in film schools some day, I would not be surprised.

Although it does raise the question: why don’t they just bring Quicksilver to Paris? It seems like he’d be really helpful.

24)

Erik [looking at Wolverine’s bone claws]: “Imagine if they were metal.”

25) Erik and Charles having it outis very key to the film. Right now the audience sees Erik as the one who messed up. Taking away Charles’ legs, getting arrested for killing the president, etc. But Charles needs to know he’s made some pretty crucial mistakes.

Charles [to Erik]: “You abandoned me!”

Erik [after bringing up the dead mutants]: “We were supposed to protect them!...You abandoned us all!”

26) A part of me gets why Raven seduces the Vietnamese general in order to take his place at the pace conference. Another part of me lives in a post Wonder Woman world and A) never sees male characters doing this and B) thinks there was probably a different way she could’ve gotten into the peace conference. And this isn’t a comment on a woman using her sexuality in a way she is comfortable with, this is a comment on men trying to shoehorn scenes were a woman’s defining feature is her sexuality.

(GIF originally posted by @marshmallow-the-vampire-slayer)

27) I love the added conspiracy theory that JFK was a mutant. I remember reading a promotional material at the time that Bobby Kennedy was a mutant too and that’s why he was assassinated. I’m a nut for conspiracy theories though.

28) Okay, I just need to take a minute to geek out about HOW HAPPY RAVEN IS TO SEE CHARLES!!!!

29) And this is the turning point of the film.

Wolverine gets rocky and weak when he sees Stryker, injuring Kitty in 2023

Erik tries to kill Mystique

The world can’t deny the existence of mutants anymore and reacts with fear

Charles & Erik are now against each other again

Trask gets Raven’s blood

The tone of that is not lost. There’s a sense of darkness and dread which falls upon the film as it moves forward. It has an impact on the audience and helps to raise the stakes.

30) Okay, this is funny as hell to me. In an effort to calm Logan down:

(GIFs originally posted by @marvelheroesdaily)

31) Hey look, a Bryan Singer cameo!

So now in the X-Men universe, Bryan Singer is someone who first introduces mutants to the larger world through his movies. How meta.

32)

Erik [after Mystique pulls him into a phone booth and holds a knife to his throat]: “It’s been a long time since we were this close.”

(GIF originally posted by @rocktheholygrail)

I don’t know why, but I don’t like the idea of an Erik/Mystique relationship. Maybe it’s just a hold over from how I felt about their seduction scene in First Class.

33) And this right here is Mystique’s motivation, clearer than before.

Mystique: “I’ve seen too many friends die, Erik. I don’t want a war. I only want the man who murdered them.”

Mystique is no longer an idealist. She does not subscribe to Charles’ or Erik’s way of thinking. She is on her own now, which she said in the very beginning of the film. It makes her character and the conflict she has all the more interesting.

34) The first step in Charles accepting who he is comes from accepting his powers. He tries Cerebro, but it’s too much at first. All he has is pain and suffering. But then - and I can’t understate how much I love this - Logan helps guide him.

Logan: “I was your most helpless student.”

Logan is able to guide him, showing off not only his own growth but also the strength in his relationship with Charles/Professor X. We are reminded of all of Logan’s pain as Charles sees it, but we see now that he has moved past it. It is absolutely incredible for me and leads to an amazing scene.

34) Charles (McAvoy) and Professor X (Stewart) meet.

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This scene has much more of an impact now than I was expecting. Charles is at his most broken in life, it will never get worse for him than this. Or so he thinks. He looks into the future and sees just how awful things have gotten and he sees his older self in Professor X. Except when Professor X speaks of the future...he still has faith that it can turn out well. He still has HOPE. Professor X’s endless search for hope has always been his defining feature and it is something he has even in a dark future. It is something Charles has lost and which his older self helps him find again. It is an absolutely beautiful and moving scene, perfect in so many ways. Developing Charles, giving us a peek into the mindset of Professor X, we even get an incredible new theme from composer John Ottman. “Hope (Xavier’s Theme)” I think might be the most moving piece of music in the entire X-Men franchise and I absolutely love it.

35) If you’re a writing student, I suggest you analyze Raven’s character in this film. Particularly the scene where she and Charles are talking about Trask in an airport. It’s an excellent example of how important stakes are to a story and its characters. If a character can leave the scene without what they want and not be devastated, the stakes are too low. Raven’s personal stakes are high as are Charles’. And the fact that Raven doesn’t is still set on this path leaves Charles - in some shape or form - devastated.

36)

Hank [about where his device monitors news]: “Over all three networks. And PBS.”

Wolverine: “All three? Wow.”

Hank: Yeah. And PBS.”

37) The effect of Charles’ discussion with Professor X has an immediate effect and shows that he IS now that man. He is the man who has hope when all is lost, when everything looks grim. He still has faith in people and hope for the best.

38) How powerful do you think this is to hear?

Logan: “Storm, Scott, Jean. Remember those names.”

Charles [after a moment]: “I’ll do my best.”

Logan: “You’re best is enough.”

Can you imagine what that would feel like? This guy from the future telling you that you’re best is enough. Because that’s all we can ever do is our best. And to know that that is enough is just...I cannot tell you how happy I would be in life to hear those words.

39) Thanks to @orsonkrehnnic for this amazing GIF set that perfectly captures this scene:

40) The dual climaxes are edited between wonderful, carrying pacing between the two wonderfully and interesting throughout. Cutting between 2023 and 1973 could have been a mess but John Ottman’s editing helps bring the scenes together spectacularly. When one breathes, so does the other, and that’s what works.

41) Logan...

Hank: “In the future, do I make it?”

Logan: “No.”

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42) Of course Wolverine still gets his ass kicked by Magneto, even without the metal bones. But I will say that removing him from the final conflict is a strong story choice. Because at this point what’s going on between Erik, Mystique, and Charles isn’t about him. It’s about them. The future is about him but it is much more impactful if it results from a choice by everyday people as opposed to the guy who knows what is about to happen. It’s very smart.

43) If this isn’t a beautiful final line for Ian McKellen’s Magneto I don’t know what is.

(GIF originally posted by @hughxjackman)

44) I love this.

Charles [when he can control Raven’s mind]: “I’ve been trying to control you since the day we meet. Look at where that’s got us.”

Charles TRUSTS Mystique. He trusts Raven. He lets her make her own choice and she choses life. She choses to be better. She choses not to become the murderer that Mystique is in the future. But her journey isn’t over yet. That won’t come until Apocalypse.

45) Did I mention I love that Charles embraces the Professor X philosophy?

Hank [about Mystique and Erik]: “Are you sure you should let them go?”

Charles: “Yes. I have hope for them.”

46) I cannot begin to express how satisfying this ending is.

I wish I could find a video clip of the ending so I can perfectly illustrate just how amazing it is, but everything about it feels EARNED. Everything about it breathes HOPE. And not just for this movies. It may be most effective while watching these back to back, but I geeked out at seeing everything. Seeing Rogue and Bobby back together, Kitty and Colossus teaching a class together, Kelsey Grammer’s brief cameo as Beast, Storm as a teacher. THEY EVEN GOT JEAN AND SCOTT BACK! Everything about it just feels SO GOOD! The characters we’ve cared for and loved for 14 years now are happy and at peace. And so what if Logan fucks up their lives again? Right now, everything is just good.

Note: I also own The Rogue Cut version of this film, which reintroduced a subplot featuring Anna Paquin’s return as Rogue that was deleted from the theatrical release for pacing issues. I WILL be doing a post about that sometime in the future. I’ve never seen it before so whatever that post looks like it’ll be a first time viewing. That’ll be labeled as 173.1.

There is a chance that X-Men: Days of Future Past is the best X-Men film yet (as in has X-Men in the title, so discounting films like Deadpool and Logan). It seamlessly blends together a large cast of characters from both the original trilogy and the First Class cast in a story which does the same. With strong performances throughout and incredible character drama (ESPECIALLY for Charles), it marks a triumphant return for director Bryan Singer. The action is better than ever, featuring that amazing Quicksilver scene, and it is practically perfectly paced. X-Men: Days of Future Past is an incredible entertaining and emotionally satisfying film all fans of the series - old and new - should watch.

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believingispowerfulmagic · 7 years ago

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Spooky OQ: Breaking the Curse

5. Curse

Inspired by the movie “Penelope” starring Christina Ricci and James McAvoy

Regina Mills looked at herself in the mirror, sighing. She wore a white strapless ballgown with flower appliques at the waist. The dress was cinched tight to “accentuate” her “assets,” per mother, and made it difficult to breathe or move. Her dark hair had been straightened and twisted to be pinned against her head. The veil was then pinned inside the twist, allowing the lace to flow over her hair and down her back. With light makeup, Regina was every inch the spring socialite bride.

Well, except for the pig’s nose she had possessed since birth thanks to a curse laid on her family centuries earlier. The only way to break it was for one of her own kind—a blue blood of noble descent, the elite of society—to marry her. So she was about to walk down the aisle to James Spencer, whose family had blue blood about as old as Regina’s. It was to be a grand union of two established houses and everyone was excited for the wedding.

They didn’t care that her groom couldn’t bear the sight of her. Or that he had vilified her in the press, calling her a monster and suggesting that scientists experiment on her. James had campaigned against her since he first laid eyes on her, running from the house in disgust. The only reason he was marrying her now was because his campaign had backfired. Regina had been embraced by the people, becoming a beloved celebrity. The Spencers face a hostile public and so George had ordered his son to fix. James proposed and Regina accepted after her parents convinced her he was her only chance to break the curse.

Yet she couldn’t help but think of another blood blue, one with kind blue eyes and thick dark blond hair. Unlike other men of their station who remained clean-shaven, his chin and cheeks were covered with scruff he liked to rub as he joked about wanting to look dangerous. Regina thought he looked sexy but she never told him in the hours they spent talking, where they discussed everything under the sun. She felt she could tell him anything as he never made her feel like her opinion wasn’t valid or that she was stupid for her beliefs. He did challenge her, made her see things in different ways and she did the same for him. They matched each other in intelligence, creativity and sass and made her feel alive in ways she hadn’t before.

When he spoke of the world she hadn’t seen because her parents kept her hidden due to her nose, she could almost picture it. He had promised to show it to her and she had believed him, falling hard for him. She had worked up the courage to show herself to him and unlike other suitors, Richard Lyons didn’t recoil from her. He had stared at her with awe and for the first time in her life, Regina had felt beautiful.

But then he had turned around, leaving her with only a weak “I can’t give you what you want” explanation and broken heart. Her last memory of him was watching as he paused at the door, looking at her with pain and regret. “Don’t let them keep you imprisoned here, Regine. There’s a wide world out there and you deserve to see it.”

Then he was gone.

Regina took his advice though. She realized that if Richard Lyons couldn’t free her of the curse, no one would and so it was time to start living. After her parents had gone to bed, she packed a suitcase, grabbed her father’s credit card and left to experience the world. It had been a crazy ride that involved her revealing her full face but it had been worth it. She had gotten a job she loved in a bakery—baking had been one of the few pleasures she had in her house—and found good friends in bails bond person Emma Swan and pub owner Killian Jones. Regina went to street festivals, got drunk, sang karaoke, went to the movies and even to a burlesque show. She felt as alive as she had when she was with Richard.

Could she now give it up for married life with James? Would everything get better once the curse was broken? She doubted they would learn to love each other and she feared she would be stuck in an unhappy marriage, trapped by how scandalous divorce still was amongst their kind.

“Regina? Sweetheart, are you ready?” her father’s soft voice interrupted her doubts. She turned around to find him standing in the doorway in his tux, looking concerned.

For a moment, she wanted to tell him that she had changed her mind and didn’t want to marry James. That she was fine living the rest of her life with her pig’s nose if it meant she didn’t have to wake up beside a man who thought she should be killed. Yet she knew that it wasn’t just her life affected by her nose—her parents had retreated from society after her birth to avoid any uncomfortable questions. This was a chance at a normal life for all of them and she couldn’t let it pass by.

Regina took her father’s arm. “Yes, I am.”

They stepped out of the house and walked down the marble stairs that led to her family’s prized gardens. Several rows of white chairs were set up and each one occupied by members of society’s upper crust. Regina had fought hard to get Emma and Killian invited and she couldn’t even spot them in this crowd.

A white runner lay between the two groups of chairs and led to the dais set up in front of the grand fountain in the center of the gardens. James waited there with the justice of the peace, looking like he was waiting for a root canal rather than marriage. He scowled as everyone rose, watching her come down the aisle on her father’s arm.

She squeezed Daddy’s arm and he slowed down, looking at her. “Is everything alright?”

“My groom hates me,” she said. “Look at him.”

He glanced up, grimacing slightly. “He doesn’t hate you, sweetheart. He hates your nose.”

Regina sighed. She had always heard that growing up—“You’re beautiful, it’s your nose that’s not,” “You can’t go outside with your nose,” “Once your nose goes away, everything will be better.” It was always her nose that kept her from perfection and happiness.

“I promise you,” Daddy continued, “everything will get better once you’re married.”

‘No, it won’t.” Regina gasped when she heard the familiar hoarse, accented voice. She slowly turned around, finding Richard standing right behind her. He frowned as he said: “James Spencer is a monster who doesn’t deserve her.”

Mother came storming up the aisle, her purple skirts swishing with every determined step. “You have no right to be here,” she told him.

“I couldn’t let you marry Regina off to that bastard,” he said, glaring at James. “She deserves so much better.”

“Like who? You?” Regina asked, the pain of his rejection filling her chest yet mingling with the hope that he had come back for her.

Mother shook her head, grabbing Regina’s hands to force her to look at him. “You can’t trust him. He’s done nothing but lie to you since day one. His name is not Richard Lyons.”

“She’s right. It’s not,” he said, stepping forward and drawing Regina’s attention back to him. “My name is Robin Locksley and I’m not some lord. I’m just a washed-up musician with a gambling problem who accepted money to get a picture of some socialite. But I never lied to you about anything else.”

She felt like her world was shattering as she took in Rich…Robin’s contrite expression and appearance. He had always worn the same suit when he met her—blue jacket, blue pants, white shirt and a black tie. And it always seemed ill-fitting, which should’ve struck her as odd for someone in their station. A lord, or a future lord, would’ve made sure his suit was tailored to fit just right. Now, though, Robin wore a button-down shirt paired with jeans and a navy sports jacket. It all fit him perfectly and matched his personality better.

Regina shook her head. “I don’t understand. Who paid you to take a picture of me?”

“Take a wild guess,” he said, tone flat as his eyes once again focused on the man waiting behind her.

Anger filled Regina and she clutched her bouquet of white roses tighter as Robin nodded. “He wanted proof that you were a monster. But after our first meeting, I knew you were no such monster. I wanted to back out but the money would’ve paid off almost all my debts and I wanted an excuse to keep talking with you. I knew I would’ve been thrown out on my ass if you knew who I really was.”

“With good reason,” Mother confirmed, sniffing.

Robin reached for her free hand, taking it in his own. “I’m sorry I lied to you. And I’m sorry I hurt you. I gave you hope I shouldn’t have. When I finally saw you, I realized what was really at stake—your heart and your life—and I knew I had to walk away.”

She replayed that moment in her mind yet again—I can’t give you what you want—and the truth finally sunk in. “You couldn’t break the curse.”

“Right,” he said. “I left, threw the camera in a nearby pond and told James I was done. I then went and got a couple proper jobs, including giving some music lessons, and am slowly paying back my debts. You inspired me to be a better person, Regina Mills, and you deserve the whole world.”

“You gave that to me,” she said. “Your words and rejection finally gave me the push I needed to get out there. And I’ve had quite the adventure.”

He grinned, revealing the dimples she had fallen for so many months ago. “I know. I’ve been following along, proud of your every move. I almost went into the bakery where you work but I figured you didn’t want to see me.”

She would’ve loved to have seen him—either as Richard Lyons or Robin Locksley.

“Regina,” Mother hissed. “Everyone is waiting. Stop giving this liar anymore of your time.”

“He’s not a liar,” Regina replied, smiling at Robin. “Yes, he made a bad decision but I know in my heart he’s always been truthful to me about what really matters.”

He squeezed her hand. “You deserve to be happy, Regina, and you deserve to be loved. James won’t do that for you.”

“It doesn’t matter! She’ll at least be normal!” Mother shrieked. “Don’t you want to that, Regina?”

Regina let go of Robin’s hand, turning to face her mother. “I want to live my life, Mother. I want to work at the bakery, hang out at the bar with Emma and Killian, go where I want and do what I want.”

“But your nose!” Mother exclaimed.

“There is nothing wrong with my nose!” Regina yelled back. The truth had been slowly creeping up on her but realization had still hit her like a truck. When she had been away from her mother, she hadn’t noticed her nose at all. She looked at the mirror and saw herself. And herself looked perfectly fine.

Holding her head high, Regina stated: “I like myself the way I am.”

Thunder rattled the manor despite not a single cloud being in the sky. Guests cried out as a powerful gust of wind tore through the wedding, twirling Regina’s dress and veil around her. She struggled against it, feeling herself fall backwards as if falling down a whole. Regina let out a cry as the blankness surrounded her.

When she landed, she was kneeling on a black surface. It was black all around her, no matter which way she turned her body. She stopped, noticing a young girl now standing in front of her. The girl had long black hair in plaits and wore a bright pink party dress with white Mary Jane shoes. Big brown eyes stared at Regina, looking down past her pig nose. It was Regina when she was about five years old, when she wanted to know why she couldn’t go to the birthday party for Kathryn Midas like all the other children and was told it was because her nose made her too different.

Regina rose into a kneeling position, looking her younger self in the eyes. She then wrapped her arms around the girl, holding her close. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered.

She felt the girl disappear inside her as a bright light engulfed her. Her face felt warm, like the sun was beaming down on it. Regina closed her eyes, relishing the feeling.

“Regina?” Robin asked. She felt him shake her arm. “Regina, are you alright?”

Opening her eyes, all Regina could see was the white lace that made up her veil. She struggled to push it from her face, finally able to see Robin and the sun again when she did. His mouth fell open and surprise filled his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, concerned by his reaction.

Emma had joined the group and she held out her compact. “See for yourself.”

Regina took it, opening it up so she could look at herself in the mirror. At first, she didn’t recognize the woman she saw. Her pig nose was gone, replaced by a normal looking one that resembled her mother’s and high cheek bones like the ones she saw on models in magazines. She touched her hand to her nose, feeling the rounded shape rather than the flatness of her snout before brushing her fingers along her cheeks.

She had broken the curse.

“I don’t get it,” she said. “I thought I had to marry a blue blood to break the curse.”

“The curse said you had to be accepted by one of your own,” Daddy said.

It all made sense to Regina then. For people of their station, marriage was everything. They married to secure bloodlines, business, land, money, power…everything but love. Getting one of their own to marry her despite her nose would’ve appeared to have been the best way for her to be accepted but it never would’ve broken the curse. Whoever married her would’ve just done so for her fortune and lineage, not because he truly accepted her.

Anger then flared up as another truth revealed itself to her. She didn’t have to have the childhood she had. Her parents didn’t have to hide her away, keep her from all the other children and prevent anyone from seeing her. All they had to do was love her for who she was—pig’s nose and all. The curse could’ve been broken when she was barely an hour old but no, she hadn’t even been accepted by her own parents.

Mother still appeared to be struggling with what had happened but Regina could see guilt creeping into her father’s eyes, meaning he was realizing the same thing she had. That all he had to do was look past her nose rather than fixate, rather than always add the “except your nose” caveat to everything, and she would’ve been freed.

“Do you need a hand?” Robin asked softly, holding his out to her. She took it, letting him pull her to her feet.

She smiled at him. “What do you think?”

“You’ve always been beautiful to me,” he said. “Nothing’s changed.”

Regina wrapped her arms around him, kissing him. His hands were a warm weight on her waist, holding her close as he deepened the kiss. She had always wondered what it would be like to do this with him and she was pleased to know she had guessed right—he was an excellent kisser.

“Excuse me, you’re supposed to be marrying my son,” George Spencer said, breaking their kiss. Regina glanced over to see him standing there, red-faced.

She glanced up at Robin, who raised his eyebrow in response. With a big smile, Regina shook her head. “There will be no wedding today.”

“Regina, think of what you’re giving up,” Mother said, sounding absurd to her.

“I’m not giving up anything,” she replied, confused. “The only reason I was marrying James was to break the curse but I did that on my own. What else do I have to gain by going through with this?”

Her mother sputtered something about money and land and how this was the way things were always done. Regina shook her head. “Then maybe it’s time for a change. Maybe that’s why the witch really cursed us—to show us what acceptance and love really is. Even though my nose is gone, I still don’t belong here. These aren’t my kind. My kind are people like Emma and Killian and Granny and Robin. People who pursue their dreams and live.”

Mother started to reach out for her but Daddy stopped her. “Let her go, Cora. We’ve kept her from living her life long enough. It’s time for her to be free and to find her own happiness.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Regina said, stepping away to hug him.

He held her tight. “I’m sorry I didn’t just accept you for who you were, my darling daughter. I just hope you don’t cut us completely out of your life…”

She shook her head as she pulled away. “Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to call regularly and stop by for dinner. How does that sound?”

“It sounds perfect,” he replied. “And bring Robin…you know, if this works out. Which I have a feeling it will.”

Regina glanced over her shoulder, taking in the smiling man watching her. Love always seemed out of her reach and she had often sat in the park, watching older couples as they strolled happily down the paths and wishing she could have what they had. She wasn’t sure what the path before her would bring but she knew she was going to walk it with Robin by her side.

She stepped toward him, taking his hand. “I think I owe you a drink.”

“Yes, you do,” he said, lacing their fingers together. “Yes, you do.”

#once upon a time #outlaw queen #oq au #oq ff #spookyoq

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daveywankenobie · 7 years ago

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Atomic Blonde is an awesome movie.

I’m just going to get that out of the way from the word go. If you like your action slick and stylish with a pumping, and totally authentic soundtrack that completely evokes memories of the period (1989) then this is the film for you.

I went to see it late last night and shortly after midnight left the cinema still absolutely buzzing and chatting it over with my friend as we walked back to my house along the dark and strangely quiet streets.

We were both of the opinion that Charlize Theron and James McAvoy absolutely knocked this out of the park – and although I (kind of) guessed what was going to happen from the beginning, the payoff at the end of the movie was still nothing less than completely satisfying.

If you’ve not seen the trailer yet then you can find it here.

However – if you also fancy buying the (awesome) soundtrack then I’d advise NOT getting it on the currently ridiculously trendy vinyl format. Amazon appear to have temporarily allied themselves with Sioux Indian tribes and are busily engaging in modern day scalping…

However – if you can pick yourself up off the floor after that whopping £50.99 kick in the man globes (or sensitive lady parts) it is possible to get it cheaper. iTunes (if you’re feeling virtuous) is more reasonable – but I’ll leave it up to you.

Go to see it and then try not to want the sountrack.

I dare you.

Another reason to love this film by the way is found in the evocative East German punk grunge backdrop – and graffitied concrete decay surrounding the Berlin Wall prior to it’s fall. One thing in particular that stuck with me in a club scene was a glowing neon message on the wall in the background.

It said simply ‘Everything you want is on the other side of fear’.

I’ve not seen or heard this phrase before – and it metaphorically stopped me in my tracks. The words could have been pulled right out of my head that morning and thrown onto the screen in front of me later the same day.

I was talking with a fellow Slimming World’r outside of our group on Saturday and we were both reflecting on how life has changed for us – particularly regarding how in our past lives (losing lots of weight is for those that go through it something akin to a reincarnation experience) we’d learned to just say ‘NO‘ to everything in life, because of long held and deep rooted feelings about how embarrassing saying ‘YES‘ would be.

Saying we WOULD do something as opposed to NOT doing it would usually mean we were in unfamiliar places, out of breath, in pain, unable to fit into seats, sweating profusely climbing stairs – and a whole variety of other tortures.

So we instead just said ‘no’. All the time.

This meant the world just got continually smaller – and our attitudes to everything (without realising it) began reflected our fears in order to explain our behaviour. ‘No’ provided an invisible barrier, that eventually we didn’t even recognise existed until it was stripped away.

As time’s gone on both of us have started saying ‘YES‘ all the time, and trusting that things will work out, because we’re now stronger, more nimble and more able to cope with the world.

It’s a difficult habit to get out out of though – and we agreed that it sometimes still requires a conscious decision to say YES after decades of automatically saying NO – but when you DO then your world starts to blossom.

It’s really true. EVERYTHING you want is on the other side of fear…

I awoke today really early, and still in a blindingly good mood thinking about this, so I decided to spread cheer/p*** the neighbours off and mow my lawns.

It was glorious outside at 8am – but it’s been a few weeks since I paid the garden any serious attention and it was looking a little ‘fluffy’ around the edges. It was a perfect opportunity to stick some chilled out beats on my headphones and go for it.

I’m absolutely addicted to this track by Pogo at the moment.

He’s hands down my favourite source of unique YouTube music – and I consistently go back to him again and again. I must have listened to this track about 100 times already and it was only uploaded by him yesterday.

It was also a really nice soundtrack to a sunny sky and swaying trees and grass.

I’m pretty glad that I’m not a lawn Nazi. If you let it grow a little bit there’s so much more interest to be found.

My frog population seems to have retreated a little – but all of a sudden (with a lot of dead ivy leaves falling from my tree after I cut their roots) I have a mushroom invasion – and seemingly out of the blue I noticed yesterday that there were some pretty epic ones hiding in the grass.

As well as this (when I eventually took my headphones off) I realised that the lawn was absolutely alive with masses of little crickets – who were all making a symphony of noises.

If they weren’t chirping away all over the lawn then they were languidly sunning themselves on the warm wood of my shed. There were whole colonies of them, just chilling out and saying ‘please take a close up photo of me whilst I relax!’

Who am I to say no?

After a couple of hours of weeding the borders and mowing my front and back gardens they were back to (almost) good order.

Once I have some more space in my green bin I will have to attend to the bushes to the right out back – but otherwise it’s in good shape at the moment for the autumn and I won’t have to spend much energy keeping it in a tidier state.

Anyway – thats my lot for today.

I’m going to sit out there with a cuppa later this afternoon and read a book. It’s all ready for me and I don’t aim to keep it waiting. Before I do this though – I have a busy busy busy day tomorrow, and need to post some eBay items as well as prepare some food for tupperware storage.

I only just realised internet that my local post office is open until 10pm on a Sunday! That’s the bestest thing ever in the history of really awesome bestest things.

(Yes. It’s true. I’m very easy to please!)

Davey

Grasshoppers and Atomic Blondes Atomic Blonde is an awesome movie. I'm just going to get that out of the way from the word go.

#Cinema #Exercise #film #films #Fitness #Health #movies #photography #Slimming World #Weight loss

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thorne93 · 8 years ago

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Decisions, Decisions (Part 1)

Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.

Warnings: language

Word Count: ~3300

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes - This fic would NOT be possible without you, and @amarvelouswritings - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13 imagine

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit.

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You were fidgeting with your red skin tight dress as you stood backstage at the Graham Norton show with your current co-star James McAvoy and ex-costar Tom Hiddleston. You checked your phone for the eighteenth time, seeing a text from your best friend in the whole world, Ida.

“Good luck! : )” she sent, upbeat and encouraging as always. She’d been your good friend for five years now and she was busy with her music journalist job, interviewing Metallica tonight.

“Thanks!” you replied back.

“You ready for this, Y/N?” James asked, his Scottish accent so thick and so nice, you loved the way your name sounded on his lips. He was buttoning his suit jacket as he glanced your way. You tried not to stare, but goddamn was that hard. He was funny, handsome, clever, charming, talented….there wasn’t anything you didn’t like about him.

“Uh, yeah,” you tried, taking a deep breath.

“So here they are, from the new movie Juxtaposition, James McAvoy and Y/F/N. And joining us as well from his new movie Kong: skull Island, Tom Hiddleston!” Graham introduced and you were waved onstage. You two walked out, the same usual spiel for these shows, grinning and waving, making sure you didn’t trip in your shiny high heels as you went and all of you shook Graham’s hand and he kissed you on the cheek then you all sat on the couch. You made sure your dress was properly adjusted, James sitting back and propping his elbow up so he was slightly turned to you. Tom sat up more than James as Graham got to it.

“Welcome all of you! Thank you for being here,” he started, smiling at you. You always loved coming to his show.

You all nodded and said your thanks back.

“So, Tom, let’s talk about Kong: Skull Island, it’s due out in a couple of weeks,” Graham said, turning to your friend on your right.

“Yes, yes it is,” he responded, smiling.

“So what was it like shooting that? I hear you went out to actual jungles to shoot some of that, did that make it hard? Like having to deal with all of the bugs and insects and animals?”

“Ah, well actually, they sprayed pretty well before we began. As far as the bigger animals, they tried to quarantine and cage off areas so things like pumas and cougars couldn’t jump on us, because you know, that would be bad,” Tom answered, laughing.

“Ah, yes, we all know how bad those cougars can be,” Graham said, winking to the audience as the group of you laughed on stage and the audience joined in.

“But the conditions of it being hot, humid, did any of that make you tire quicker than working on say an air conditioned set indoors?”

Tom thought for a moment, looking up. “Uh, no. I think it helped get into character a bit more. You felt more apart of this world, you know? Because like say for Loki or for Jonathan Pine, there is a lot of CGI, so you have to pretend a lot of what you’re doing, which is hard. It’s easy to feel silly or even a little frustrated talking to things that aren’t there, holding things that aren’t there, but being in this environment you’re constantly reminded ‘Okay we’re in a jungle being chased by a giant gorilla.’ So I think it helps keep stamina and that sort of fear up.”

“Yeah, I bet it’s hard to forget why you’re in the middle of a bug infested swampland,” Graham chuckled as Tom agreed with a nod and laugh.

Graham then turned to you and James. “So what about you two then, the same question could apply to your film. You two play a couple that aren't exactly...your typical romance.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, that is entirely typical to me,” James said with a straight face before a little smirk appeared and you laughed lightly. That was the sort of wit you loved about him, his humor always hit you right in the funny bone.

“Well okay, maybe to you, James, killing with your lover is normal, but how about you Y/N? What’s it like on this set?” Graham questioned.

“Uh...intense,” you answered. “James here is amazing at honing in on energies like that.”

“Are you calling me crazy?” James asked as you looked to him and he smiled.

“Yes, I am,” you informed matter-of-factly before you smiled again. “No, he’s just great at really getting in that mindset. When he turns into Henry Carson, there’s no denying who he is or what he’s playing.”

“Ah. I see. And James, does she act equally crazy?” Graham questioned, pointing a card at you.

He pursed his lips and you couldn’t help the smile that curled at the corners of your mouth. “Well, let’s just say she doesn’t exactly have to do much to get into character,” he teased as the audience laughed. You feigned shock and he leaned up and put his hand on your shoulder and said, “I’m kidding. I’m kidding.” Once the audience quieted down, he answered, “No, between this and Split, I really do feel like I’m a madman. Throw in Wanted, Filth, and Victor Frankenstein, a lot of the roles I’ve played have been about sort of a twisted mind so, it’s not a hard place for me to get in. But Y/N is exceptional. She matches my crazy pretty well.”

“I would say so. I’ve seen some of the scenes you two do together and it’s executed quite well,” Graham commended as the audience applauded and you blushed as you and James said thank you. “Now, Y/N, you seem to be cast into a lot of dark, romantic roles, do you like that or…?”

“Oh absolutely. I think it’s a good niche for me, and while I don’t want to be type cast, it also never bothers me to get those sort of...obscure, strange roles. Because I can be normal in real life, but how often do you get to act like a psycho killer or a woman who’s obsessed with her dead ex?” you asked as the audience shouted and cheered. “Right?” you said, leaning off the couch a bit and gesturing to the crowd.

“And when you say the dead ex, you mean the role you played with Tom, right?”

“Yes, the Eternal Lovers movie,” you confirmed, nodding as you looked back to Tom who smiled at you with that twinkle in his eye he always had.

“We have a clip from that movie,” Graham informed with a cheeky smile.

“Oh, please don’t tell me it's ‘the one’,” you said, covering your blushing face as you put your face in your hands.

“Well let’s just take a look,” he said as he spun and you all looked at the TV behind him. Of course, it was. It was the sex scene between you and Tom’s character. Your blush heated up further, making your face as red as the dress you were wearing. Tom was great during that scene, there was a lot of heat and it was a pretty believable scene. It was more of a passionate fuck scene than a making love scene though. It was the part right before you two were getting to the down and dirty of things, you two were clawing at each other, your mouths molding perfectly, his mouth teasing yours as you smirked. They stopped it right before Tom dipped his head down to go below your dress in the film.

Graham turned around and fanned himself with his cards as he looked at you and Tom while the audience whooped and shouted. “Well, that’s one hell of a scene.”

“Oh, please,” James said as he sat up. “You call that a sex scene? You Brits never can do anything right,” James teased as he looked to Tom and Graham made a face of complete shock and humor as the audience roared. Suddenly, you were in the crossfire of who could make you more sexually appealing. An odd sensation indeed.

“Oh, so we have some rivalry here!” Graham egged on. “I hear there are some scenes quite similar to that in Juxtaposition, is that right?”

“Yes, we have quite a few scenes,” James informed simply. “The chemistry between us is undeniable.”

“Is that so?” the host asked, intrigued.

“Oh yeah,” James informed. “Things get pretty hot and heavy between Y/N and I, the crew has to stop us before we take it too far.” He was exaggerating for comical sense, you knew that, but chemistry onscreen with James was rather effortless.

“I don’t think we have any of that footage, but maybe Y/N and you would be willing to give us a taste that could outdo the scene with Tom?” Graham offered with a bit of boasting. He turned to the audience. “How about it? Do you guys want to see them get it on on the stage here?” The roar from the crowd was answer enough.

James and you looked at each other and he shrugged.

“What the hell, right?” he said so quietly you were sure only you heard it. He leaned up and you two got closer, the anticipation building as the entire room was silent while his hand slowly made it’s way up to your hair, his cool fingers trailing on your hairline of your neck, making you shiver. Your lips got closer, ever so slightly as you leaned in just a tad more. Finally, you kissed, your mouths moving in unison as his tongue touched on your bottom lip, trailing it. The crowd erupted into a roar as you continued. For most people, kissing like this would be rather odd in front of fifty people, but a large part of your job was to get lost in the moment with another actor. This was like that but slightly different, you didn’t have to force out the others, they simply fell away as your hand glided up to his hair, slinking into his dark locks as you pulled slightly. He pulled back, just to kiss down your jawline, then your neck, your eyes closed as you reveled in the feeling. This was pretty similar to a kiss in your movie, right after you two commit your third murder. You knew things were getting steamy and just as you both realized it you pulled away from each other, a clap coming from Tom, Graham, and the crowd. You two waved to everyone as you sort of adjusted yourself again, hoping your makeup was the kind that stayed on like cement.

“Well that was quite the show. I see now what you mean by the chemistry,” Graham agreed with a twinkle in his eye. “But I think you’re tied with Tom’s scene.” You glanced back to him and he smiled shyly. Typical gentleman. You smiled at him and scrunched your nose.

Graham moved on with the rest of the show and it continued to stay upbeat and fun and lively. The show ended and James bid you a goodnight as you went to the dressing room to gather some of your things.

“You won’t believe what just happened,” you texted Ida. She was going to flip over the whole live-almost-sex scene thing. She knew you had a budding thing for James as soon as you got this role. You were a huge fan of his work and it was a dream to work with him. She nearly screamed when you got to work with Tom though, telling you that you should introduce them but due to timing and film schedules you three were never in the same city at the same time.

You grabbed your purse, your sneakers, your jacket and left the dressing room and ran into Tom out in the hall.

“Oh hey!” you said. “It’s so good to see you after all this time. Congrats on Kong, by the way,” you said sweetly.

“Yeah, thanks. Good job on Juxtaposition. I hope I can see it when it comes out.”

“Me too. Gosh, so it’s been like four months, right?”

“Yeah. Would you want to get dinner and catch up?” he offered. “Unless you already have plans or need to go rest before a flight. I’m not sure of your schedule.” Just as kind and considerate as always.

“I think I’m free. One sec.” You shifted all your junk to one arm and checked your calendar. You were free until tomorrow at 10 for the flight back to LA in the morning. “Yeah, let’s go!” You linked your arm through his as you usually did, you two were pretty decent friends but work got in the way of staying in touch much. He led you outside to a cab and told the driver the name of a nice restaurant nearby. You were there soon enough and he asked for the most private table you two could get. You noticed people looking and whispering and pointing at you two and you knew rumors would probably hit the tabloids tomorrow morning if not already about you two dating but that was rumored any time a man and woman in Hollywood were seen out together.

The hostess sat you at a table and looked over the menu quickly and found what you wanted immediately. Tom did the same and sat his menu down.

“So, Y/N, how has England been treating you?” he asked with a smile.

“Oh just fine, a little cold though. I’m excited to get back to LA where there is some warmth,” you said.

“Ah yes, you always did hate the cold. Remember that scene we shot where they had to keep it below freezing so the props would stay at their temperature and they could see our breath?”

“How could I forget? I bought a heated blanket to keep on set for me,” you said, causing a laugh to share between you two. The waiter came and took your order and returned with the drinks.

“Is Juxtaposition almost done?”

“No,” you answered, shaking your head. “We’re in about 95% of the film so we are only halfway done. But I’m loving it so far. How about you? What’s after Kong?”

“Still in the middle of Thor 3,” he reminded.

“Oh yes! How is that? How’s Chris?”

“He’s fine. He’s fine. Thor 3 seems to be drug out though, between him working on Ghostbusters and Kong for me, we had a lot to juggle but now we can get back to focusing on it.”

“That’s good. God, I loved the other two. Don’t tell me a thing about it though! I want to be just as surprised as all the other fans,” you informed him in case he forgot how huge of a Marvel fan you were. You envied James and Tom playing as characters you absolutely adored, you had yet to land a Marvel role but your agent knew it was on the top of your list.

“I won't,” he said as he laughed lightly. “So what’s it like to work with James?”

“It’s incredible. He’s so talented, like you. You both remind me a lot of each other. You both play rather odd roles, time period pieces, dark roles.”

“Well thank you. You know, you have to start giving yourself some credit though. You’re just as talented as either one of us.”

You blushed. “Thank you. Yeah working with him has been great. Honestly? I want another role with him.” You had leaned forward and whispered, as if you were exposing a secret.

“Is that so?” he asked, eyeing you.

“Yes. Working with him is so effortless and fun and great. I would love to do another project with him.”

“So the chemistry thing, it’s true, between you two?” he asked.

“I’d say so, yeah.” You nodded, thinking about it.

“So, do you...are you two…?”

“Together? No,” you laughed lightly. “I wish though.”

“Oh you like him,” Tom assessed as he nodded with the realization hitting him. The look suddenly seemed familiar - dejection. Could Tom have feelings for you? “Guess that means there isn’t much room for someone else,” he tried, a little bit of a chuckle coming from him.

“Tom? Do you…?” you asked, pointing to yourself.

“Well, yeah, a little. I have for a while now,” he confessed, toying with his napkin as he kept his gaze down.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” you questioned, completely taken aback. You had no idea Tom had feelings for you.

“Didn’t feel like the right time,” he informed nonchalantly as he shrugged.

“So why now?”

“The kiss between you and James...to be quite honest, I was jealous of it.”

“Oh,” you said. What else do you say? To you, Tom wasn’t more than a friend. You never dreamed in a million years Tom Hiddleston would be attracted to you. But the more you thought about it, the more you did remember how much you had in common and your tastes being similar. He was certainly handsome, and charming, and gentlemanly, and well read. What wasn’t there to like?

Oh shit. What have you gotten yourself into?

“I uh...It’s fine you don’t feel the same way...” Tom dismissed, trying to wipe away the ordeal altogether. “I hope that doesn’t make our friendship strange or anything.”

“I--No, I didn’t say I didn’t feel the same way,” you corrected, still staring off into the distance, gazing, thinking about it.

“Well? So you do like me? But you just said you liked James?”

“Yes but...he doesn’t know that,” you confessed.

“Ah, I see,” Tom said nodding. “So...you’re free then?”

“Yes, I’m not in any relationship. He hasn’t asked me out and I’m not about to ask him out so...” You shrugged as you gestured.

Tom’s mood lifted considerably as he smiled. “Well great. When do you get back to LA?”

“Tomorrow,” you informed.

“I get back in three days. What do you say to a date?”

“I’d love one,” you agreed.

“Excellent! It’s settled.”

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Tom escorted you back to your hotel and when you were getting ready for bed, Ida had finally sent you a text back. You decided to just call her. She picked up on the second ring.

“Hey!” she said, answering the call. “So what is it that I won’t believe?”

“I made out with James on the show.”

“You what? Oh my gosh. Why? How?”

“It sort of came out of nowhere. They wanted us to reenact the sexy scenes from the show. Oh my god, Ida…”

“Haha, that good, huh?” You could practically hear the smile in her voice.

“Yes. Oh, and guess what else?”

“Hmm?”

“Tom asked me out.”

“Tom as in Tom Hiddleston? As in the man I’ve been begging you to hook me up with?”

“Well yeah.”

“That’s great!” she squealed. “What’d you say?”

“I said sure.”

“I didn’t think you liked him like that,” she wondered.

“I didn’t think I did either, but when he told me he had feelings for me tonight, I couldn’t honestly say I didn’t feel anything back.”

“So then what about James? Is he just old news?”

“No, but James hasn’t exactly made a move.”

“You know it’s not the 1950’s, you could ask him out,” she offered with a giggle.

“Are you nuts? Then he would know I like him.”

“Yeah that’s kinda the point, genius,” she scoffed.

“I can’t just...do that. What if he said no?”

“Then he says no and you continue things with Tom, either way it sounds like a win-win to me.”

“I don’t know,” you said, unsure.

“Well if you don’t want one of ‘em, I’ll take one!” she informed cheerily.

“I’ll be sure to tell them that. Hey I’ve got to get some sleep. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay. Talk to you later, and you better keep me updated on Tom!”

“I will!”

#decisions decisions #tom hiddleston #james mcavoy #tom hiddleston x reader #james mcavoy x reader #tom hiddleston fic #james mcavoy fic

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toothankful · 7 years ago

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Two years after...

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? Impossible to answer! Changes all the time! But last songs I listened to though:

1. Simply Red - If You Don't Know Me By Now 2. The Foundations - Baby, Now That I Found You 3. Carole King - Anyone At All 4. Johnny Cash - If You Could Read My Mind 5. Johnny Cash - You Are My Sunshine

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Can't think of anybody.

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

4: What do you think about most? Myself.

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? "Yes. Bahahaha"

- to Donns

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on? Yes

7: What’s your strangest talent? I can watch YouTube videos for hours.

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence) Girls are boys. Boys are girls.

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you? Poems and songs, yes. :)

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar? Just now. Thanks!

11: Do you have any strange phobias? None. But cotton buds count, I suppose.

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? Nope. 13: What’s your religion? Roman Catholic in paper. Agnostic.

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? Walking. 15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Both 16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? The Foundations 17: What was the last lie you told? I don't remember. 18: Do you believe in karma? Sure 19: What does your URL mean? As is. I'm planning on changing it though. 20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? Weakness: weak self-control Strength: my ability to understand

21: Who is your celebrity crush? James McAvoy 22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping? Want to! 23: How do you vent your anger? I write. 24: Do you have a collection of anything? Books? 25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Either! 26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become? *Person I'm becoming -- yes. 27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

Sound I hate: cries of pain Love: people talking, my family ++

28: What’s your biggest “what if”? What if...hmm.... I can't think of anything right now.

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Ghosts? Sure! Aliens? Of course!

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. Left: the wall Right: Wooden table

31: Smell the air. What do you smell? Heat. Rural heat.

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to? No such thing. 33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast? West!

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? Haha! I can't think of any! I'm not into singers. Bahaha 35: To you, what is the meaning of life? It's not supposed to mean anything. 36: Define Art. Art is presence made tangible. 37: Do you believe in luck? Sure! 38: What’s the weather like right now? Very hot. 39: What time is it? 1:07 pm, Monday 40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? I don't know how to drive. 41: What was the last book you read? 7 Habits of Highly Effective People 42: Do you like the smell of gasoline? YAAAAS! 43: Do you have any nicknames? Ace, A-ke, Jeje-ace, Acey... hmmm...that's about it. 44: What was the last film you saw? Batman vs Superman 45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? My right eardrum almost got torn? 46: Have you ever caught a butterfly? Nah 47: Do you have any obsessions right now? Myself. 48: What’s your sexual orientation? I like men. 49: Ever had a rumour spread about you? Haha! One I know of. 50: Do you believe in magic? Of course! 51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? Before. 52: What is your astrological sign? Capricorn Sun, Aquarius Moon 53: Do you save money or spend it? Both! 54: What’s the last thing you purchased? Fare! 55: Love or lust? Both! 56: In a relationship? Nope! 57: How many relationships have you had? One! 58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue? I tried. 59: Where were you yesterday? Home. 60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? The blanket I'm sitting on has pink linings. The pillow in front of me has pink flowers. 61: Are you wearing socks right now? Nope 62: What’s your favourite animal? Dogs! Elephants, second. Birds, third. 63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? My attention. 64: Where is your best friend? Home. 65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

Meh. Hmm. Have none in particular.

66: What is your heritage? Filipino. 67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? Transferring movies to my dad's tablet. 68: What do you think is Satan’s last name? I can't think of anything right now. 69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? Sure! 70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? Yes 71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? Save the dog! DUH! 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

I will probably tell my family. Stay at home and read. I don't think I'd be afraid.

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love. Love 74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? What song doesn't? Haha! The Foundations' Buttercup 75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? 2464 76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? Intelligence 77: How can I win your heart? Bring me flowers 78: Can insanity bring on more creativity? Sure 79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? None in particular 80: What size shoes do you wear? 5 / 35 81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone? Flowers.

82: What is your favourite word? Right now: decide. 83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. My family. 84: What is a saying you say a lot? "Nothing matters..." 85: What’s the last song you listened to? "If You Don't Know Me By Now - Simply Red" 86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours? Limpet Shell, Gold, Pink, Rose Gold, White, Black 87: What is your current desktop picture? My June calendar 88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? No one. 89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? Nothing. 90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do? Check if I'm dreaming. 91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? Healing

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? None.

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? None. 94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? I can't think of anybody. 95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? Ate Celine 96: Do you have any relatives in jail? As far as I know, none. 97: Have you ever thrown up in the car? Nope. 98: Ever been on a plane? Nah 99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? Meditate!

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thorne93 · 8 years ago

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Decisions, Decisions (Part 2)

Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content...?

Word Count: 4422

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit, and James’ wife and child are nonexistent - nothing against them, just easier to write if he didn’t have an ex wife and child.Text messages are in italics.

Tags: @wordacadabra @frenchfrostpudding @lisssays

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“Good job, baby,” you said, walking over and putting your arm on James’ shoulder. You turned and licked his ear. “That’s perfect. God, I’m so hot right now,” you said as you turned into him and began kissing him as his eyes never left the body, bloody and mangled before you as you dropped the axe.

“Cut!” the director, Ed, yelled.

“What’s wrong?” you questioned, worried you’d messed up your lines.

“Nothing much. Y/N, let’s take out the ear licking thing. It’s not doing what I thought it would. Take it from the top, right after Ruby collapses here, and ACTION.”

You ran the scene three more times then they stopped for a break and get the next scene set up. You went to your trailer and tried to go over your next few lines when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” you said, wondering who it could be.

The door opened and James appeared. You did your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. Working with him was one thing, you could turn these feelings off, easy, it was professional, but as soon as he was James again and you were you again, the feelings came roaring back full force. “Hi, I got you a water.” He handed you the bottle and came in.

“Oh, thanks,” you said, smiling.

“You were really terrific to me.”

“What? Me?” you gasped, honestly surprised. “No...no.” You shook your head. It was odd, being an A list celebrity but yet still not feeling confident in your work. You honestly weren’t sure how or why you got these amazing gigs.

“No, you do really great. I think you’ve got the role of Alexa down.”

“Well thank you, I’m always so worried that I’m not saying it convincingly enough or I’m being too dramatic or…”

“You shouldn’t worry about that. I think you’re doing brilliantly.”

“Well that means a lot coming from you,” you informed with a smile as you looked at him.

“Sure. Yeah, not every moment is going to be golden. Trust me. This one time, when we were filming Wanted, you know the scene where I hit Chris in the face with a keyboard?” he asked, a sparkle coming into his clear blue eyes.

You grinned at the memory of that movie, that scene was actually one of your favorite scenes in any movie. “Yeah, I remember.”

“I accidentally actually hit him with that keyboard,” he said with his eyebrows raised as he laughed.

“Oh my god, no you didn’t!” you gushed, shoving him back playfully as you laughed. “Was he okay?”

He laughed that contagious, gorgeous laugh of his. “I think so. He took the hit pretty well. He laughed about it. My mark was off really bad.”

“I’ll say! Oh my gosh. I’ve never done anything that bad. But I did, okay, full disclosure, my first on-screen kiss wasn’t as steamy as that one we had earlier.”

“Oh?” he asked, intrigued as he sat back, his face resting against his fist as he gazed at you, utterly captivated in this story. Suddenly, you felt self-conscious.

“Yeah, so it was with Channing Tatum, and oh my gosh was he sweet about it,” you explained. “But, it was during a beach scene, for the ‘first kiss’ scene, and I leaned in too fast and we slammed our mouths together. He had a busted lip and my teeth cut the inside of my lip,” you informed, laughing as you covered your mouth.

“Wow. And I thought I was bad. That’s….wow that is really awful,” he said, chuckling, his accent getting thicker, making you more than attracted to him.

“Well thanks,” you sarcastically teased.

“Well just take solace in the fact that you’ve gotten better.”

Blushing, you responded, “Thanks.”

James bit his lip, something he did often when he was waiting to say something. He eyed you for a moment before asking, “Would you like to get drinks later?”

You weren’t sure why you were asking but you asked, “Why?” In your head you were screaming, “Why didn’t you just say yes?”

“I thought it’d be nice to get to know each other better, off set?” he tried, peering at you.

“Sure. Yeah, I’d like that,” you answered before swallowing. You nodded at him just as a knock came at the trailer door, they were ready for the next scene, so it was time to go to makeup.

“We better get back out there,” he said as he patted your leg and got up.

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James escorted you to to a very upscale lounge, it was dark and quiet and perfect. You went to a small table in the corner and ordered your drinks.

“Gin and tonic,” you said.

“Scotch,” he said with a smile that could knock the wind out of a blimp.

“Keeping it traditional?” you teased.

“Someone has to,” he reminded.

“So, since we’re on the topic of heritages, where are you from?”

“I’m from a midsize town in Oklahoma.”

“That’s the one with all the cows, right?” he asked.

“Shut up,” you joked, your nose scrunching as you looked at him. “It’s not all farmland, you know?”

“Are you sure? Because I’ve been there and…” He stretched his eyes back, gesturing that it was a bit country.

“Hey, hey. Two can play that game, is it nothing but kilts and sea monsters in Scotland?”

His brows perked up as he made a shocked face. “Well, well the claws have come out. I’ll have you know that kilts are manly, dammit. I have worn mine to the grocery store before, believe it or not.”

“Oh yeah?’

‘Yes,” he said firmly, playfully asserting his confidence.

“Well I’ll have you know that we don’t all have cattle in Oklahoma. My father is one of the highest paid attorney’s in the state and my mom is a bioengineer.”

James sat and looked at you, curious now. “Then how is it, little ole Y/N ended up in LA as a big movie star?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I was in college, toward the beginning of senior year, and I was just doing theater club for fun and it dawned on me that I was enjoying doing the plays more than I was for my classes.”

“What was your major?” he questioned.

“English. It’s relatively universal, but I realized I was hating what I was doing so…”

“So you dropped out?”

“No, no. I had come that far, I had to see it through. I graduated and then came out here.”

“And your parents, did they approve?”

“Not at first. But I think they were mainly worried about my safety.”

“Sure, yeah.”

“But then they came around to the idea, helped me find a safe place to live, and I was free to do auditions. I also promised myself if I didn’t get any decent roles for five years, I’d leave.”

“And when did you get your first decent role?”

“Within the first six months, Tale of the Dragon was my first serious role.”

“Yeah? I loved that movie, you were badass in that,” he commended, nodding at you.

“Well thank you. I can’t curve a bullet though,” you said with a grin and a wink. A wink? You just winked at James McAvoy, are you nuts?

He laughed at the mention of his movie and raised his glass to you.

“Well I’m glad you came out.”

“Me too,” you agreed, trying to ignore the feelings that erupted with the way he said that. “So you? Why did you become an actor?”

“I liked the idea of being different things. It felt...wrong, going through life as the same person. Getting to try on other skins for a while is refreshing.”

“I hear that, being someone else is a lot easier than being yourself,” you said before you realized what you had said.

In that moment, James saw the real you. He realized that you put on a little bit of a show for the public, the cameras. The extra confident, extra flirty you was the public you, this shy, quiet you was the real Oklahoma girl. To be honest, he quite liked both.

James checked his phone for the time and bit his lip again, sending butterflies all throughout your chest.

You were taking a sip of your drink, worrying you were boring him to death. This was worldly, well established James McAvoy and you were just a girl from Oklahoma with one or two blockbusters under your belt but that was all.

“How would you like to do this again? But this time make it a real date?” he asked suddenly, his ocean blue eyes searching yours.

You couldn’t help the thing that happened next - you choked on your drink and accidentally spit it out on the table. Did he just ask you out on a fucking date? Drinks was one thing. You were pretty sure that this was just to get to know each other better as friends. For four months you’d work on the film together and barely knew each other because your scenes were so intense you did a lot of practicing the scenes, not socializing.

James leaned over, handed you a napkin, and slightly chuckled. “Are you alright?”

You coughed a few more times and ended up laughing. While it was mortifying, there wasn’t anything you could do about it now except blush and laugh. This was your key to confidence, you had to learn to laugh off the blunders.

“Yeah, no, just went down the wrong pipe. What did you say?”

“I said, would you want to go on a date with me?”

And there went the butterflies again as your stomach jumped to your throat and your heart sped up to a million miles per hour. This was real. He was really asking you. A man you’ve had a crush on forever was asking you out. Your co star. You knew how dangerous it could be dating a costar but you didn’t care.

“Oh, yes, of course. When?” you blurted out. Shit. Your date with Tom was tomorrow night.

“When are you free next?”

“Saturday night,” you informed, your blush not receding as your heart continued to hammer inside your chest.

“Sounds perfect. I’ll pick you up. Text me your address.”

You two agreed it was late and James grabbed the check as he got you a cab back to your place. The entire ride back you were swimming in a sea of euphoria. You had been keen on James for quite some time now but that kiss on the show the other day really transferred your feelings from a passive crush to finding yourself getting butterflies whenever you were around him, almost school-girl like.

But what about Tom? You had forgotten just how much fun you two had on set and how much you two had in common. Being an English major, you two shared quite a bit in the department of Shakespeare, ancient philosophers, and quite a few of the British literature. You had the same sort of humor and loved to dance. He was the perfect gentlemen and great advocate. He was willing to try new things and unwaveringly nice. But you never got the butterflies with Tom, the way you do with James.

But James was hysterically funny and overtly sweet as well. His wit usually had you in stitches and his charm was undeniable and you loved to watch him interact with fans. On the flipside, you haven’t had the luxury of a lot of quality time with James as you have with Tom.

They were both handsome as sin and could make a suit a walking sex object. The more you thought about it, the harder it became to decipher who you felt more of a draw to. You blew out a breath, wondering just what in the hell you’d gotten yourself into.

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The shoot went exceptionally well and everyone went home early. You raced home to get ready for your date with Tom as you talked to Ida, to try and help calm your nerves. You didn’t imagine you’d be this nervous for a date with your friend but the more you thought about him, the more he seemed like a real date.

“You have to tell me everything that happens, do you hear me? Everything. I want every detail,” Ida demanded through your phone.

You were busy curling your hair as you made a funny face in the giant mirror in your upscale bathroom.

“Every detail?” you questioned incredulously before you two laughed.

“So what are you going to do about James then?” she questioned.

“What do you mean?”

“Well you’re with Tom...so that can’t leave a lot of time for James…” she insinuated.

You laughed. “I’m not ‘with’ Tom, this is the first date, who knows if we’ll even hit it off.”

“You hit it off as friends,” she reminded.

“Right,” you agreed, curling another piece of your hair. “As friends. There may be no chemistry there. Besides, I’ve already got a date with James,” you mentioned casually.

“What?!” Ida shrieked, making you jump away from the phone laying on the bathroom counter. “Both guys. You’re dating both men. You’re dating two of the most eligible bachelors in Hollywood and you didn’t think to tell your best friend?”

“I’ve been busy with Juxtaposition,” you reminded gently.

“Apparently not too busy,” she teased with innuendo.

“Har-har,” you said back. “What’s so wrong with dating, huh? Playing the field. Scarlett does it.”

“Johanson? Yeah, true.”

“All the guys get to do it, I say it’s time for us women to have the same fun. Come on, Ida, I’m young, pretty, and available. Why should I tie myself down to either one?”

She was silent for a moment, probably trying to come up with a good argument.

“If it were you, would you do it any different?”

“No,” she admitted.

“Right.”

“Well, go get ‘em, tiger,” she encouraged. “What are you wearing? Where are you going?”

“I’m wearing my purple chiffon dress. I don’t know where we are going. Knowing Tom, somewhere incredibly outrageous in price.”

“You mean the one with the slit?”

You nodded at your reflection as you started on your makeup.

“The one that has a slit up to my hip? Yep, that’s the one,” you informed.

“Oh my gosh, that’ll turn some heads! Isn’t that a little racy for the first date?” she inquired.

Laughing, you responded, “It’s all about first impressions.”

“I’m pretty sure I know his first impression, it’ll be below the waist.”

“Hey, as long as it’s a response,” you teased. “Hey, I’m going to finish getting ready and I’ll call you back after the date.”

“You better! Have fun!”

“Bye, sweetie.”

“Bye, sweetheart.”

You hung up and noticed you had a text. It was from James.

“Hope you have a good Friday night. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow :)”

Your heart soared as you sent back a reply.

“Thanks! You too. See you tomorrow.”

Immediately after that you received a text from Tom stating he was ten minutes away. You texted him and told him to come right in and sit in the living room as you finished getting ready.

You made a couple of adjustments to your hair, added a bit more dark eyeshadow, ran into your bedroom and pulled on your dress and found a pair of black, bejeweled satin heels to match. You strapped the heels in and eyed your reflection, loving every bit of it. You grabbed your clutch and managed to make it out of the house to meet Tom in the driveway, noticing he wore a nice navy blue suit with light blue shirt and patterned tie. He looked every bit the part of a celebrity.

“You brought a Jag?” you said, eyeing the car as he was stepping up.

“Yeah, they gave me one from the commercials so I figured why not. Do you like it?” he asked.

“I’m more of an Aston Martin gal,” you teased. “No, it’s beautiful.” You smiled as you walked to the passenger side and he jogged to come and open the door for you. You blushed a tad and sat in the lovely leather, noticing him eyeing you. He went around the other side, got in, and started it, the low roar coming from the car exciting you.

“You look stunning,” he complimented.

“Thank you, Tom. You look dashing, as always.”

“Yeah the only time I’m not in a suit is during some of my movies, it’s a bit of a relief.”

“Speak for yourself,” you said as he started to pull away. “I live in dresses all the time and I couldn’t be happier.”

He laughed his signature laugh and you smiled at him as he drove. The way the car whipped around the curves of Los Angeles rodes was the perfect combination of relaxation and excitement, you’d always had a thing for fast cars, and now you could actually afford cars like this that were luxurious and fast - the perfect concoction of happiness for you.

Just as you thought, Tom brought you to a high priced restaurant, French to be exact. You surmised he was probably going to dust off some of his French to order. Thank goodness because your French was nowhere near as good as his. You ordered and then he started conversation.

“So, how have things been?”

“Hecktic,” you admitted. “I just got offered another role last week.”

“Oh, yeah? Are you going to take it?” he asked, intrigued.

You shrugged and bobbed your head side to side. “I’m not sure. It’s a rom-com and...eh.”

“You never were one for traditional roles,” he commented.

“Well, I don’t want to be stuck in those roles. I’m a pretty face and I think they want to see that but I’m having too much fun in the weird roles right now.”

“So turn it down,” he offered simply, his brows coming together slightly.

“Easy for you to say, you’ve got several successes under your belt. I don’t think I can afford to shoot it down.”

He nodded, his hands resting against his lips as he kept his elbows on the table.

“I see. So try it out. That way you can say you tried it, and who knows, you might like it.”

“True. I’ll probably accept. So any word on the James Bond front?” you questioned. You knew he got pelted with this all the time because of his entire aesthetic - british, luxury car spokesman, always in a suit. He got annoyed with interviewers because they were just out for the tabloids and a blurb about a possible movie, but for his friends he knew it was commonplace shop talk.

“Nothing yet, and I don’t know if I’d want that role, like you, I’m a little afraid I’d get stuck in that. The british spy theme, maybe later on down the line,” he confessed before he sipped some water.

“Ah see, so I’m not the only one who’s afraid,” you teased.

“It would seem that way. Are you still reading your literature? Keeping up with it?”

You thought for a moment, in a way you felt guilty. “No, not really. I haven’t touched anything but a script since I moved out here four years ago.”

He paused a second as the awkward silence settled between you two. “Ah, well any new experiences? I know last time we worked together you hadn’t been to a few places or seen some things, what about now?”

“Oh! Yes, I went to a kangaroo reservation in Australia, that was pretty amazing. I also went kayaking in Africa. Oh, I went with Ryan Reynolds to Mexico for a small part in his new film. Never trust that man,” you informed, laughing. “Oh and in Hawaii they taught me how to spin fire. I singed my arm hair a lot but it was worth it!”

He grinned, his eyes lighting up. “Well it sounds like you’re living it up. Good for you.”

“Yeah, I’m trying to. What about you? I know you’re not one to turn down an adventure. What’s the great Hiddles up to?”

“Ugh, not much but traveling. It’s a promo here, a premiere there, an interview here, a signing there, a con next. It’s a whirlwind. But I did manage to surf.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked, excited. “I can’t surf. Was it fun?” You sipped your drink as you realized this was almost too friendly. None of this felt like a date. It felt just like the other night of catching up. Why did drinks with James feel more intimate and romantic than this? Perhaps it was the fact that any time there was a silence between you and James you wanted to close the gap and just kiss him, or jump his bones, whichever worked.

“It was fun until I realized the instructor had given me a push because I couldn’t paddle,” he informed, followed by his laugh that always made you smile.

You laughed at this information. “Oh my god. You poor thing!” you said, still laughing.

“Yeah, not the greatest ego booster,” he admitted.

Then conversation fell short for a moment before they brought the food out.

“Plan on taking a break any time soon?” you asked, since Tom hadn’t had a break in about five years.

“No, not really. I don’t see a point to stop when I’m on a roll. What about you?”

“Absolutely not. I’m pushing through everything I can.”

“Are you keeping busy?”

“Yeah as soon as this one with James is done, I’m getting a ten episode contract for a show. I’m auditioning for a dark musical in a few weeks so...we’ll see. I plan on just loading my plate up.”

“That’s the best way,” he agreed.

The rest of dinner was pretty much talk about work. You split the bill and he drove you home, the quiet wasn’t as awkward as before but rather comfortable.

Tom opened your door and you got out of the sleek black car as he helped you out.

“I was wondering if you would like to go to the Kong premier with me?” he offered, as your elbows rested in his hands. This was the first time you’d been this close and not on a movie set. “I know we didn’t have the grandest of first dates, but I’d like to try it again.”

“Sure, I don’t see why not.”

“Excellent. It’ll be on the 30th.”

“Great. See you then.”

Tom started to incline his head and it suddenly registered that it was time to kiss him. Why couldn’t you get out of your own head? Kissing him after a date should be natural? So why did this feel pushed? This felt even less natural than when you kissed for Eternal Lovers. Forcing yourself out of your weird headspace you tried to sink into a kiss. You tilted your head the other way as your eyes locked, the moment starting to happen. A tiny smirk was on the corner of his lips as he leaned in a bit more, closing the gap. Your lips touched and it felt...nice. He was clearly an expert at kissing, and you weren’t so bad yourself. You were about to lose yourself in the kiss, really give into it, when he broke away.

“Good night,” he said quietly, his enchanting eyes searching yours, for what, you weren’t sure. Was he aware of the disconnect? Maybe it was just getting out of this headspace that he was merely a friend.

“Night,” you said barely above a whisper as you walked away into your house.

You immediately called Ida.

“Hey,” you said, pulling off your heels.

“Hey! How did it go! The fact that it’s only 11 and you’re calling me makes me think you didn’t fulfill my fantasy,” she said with sadness.

“Nope, not tonight I’m afraid.”

“You know I want to live vicariously through you, right? You have to make this happen.”

You laughed at her as you massaged your feet. “I’m trying. So dinner was nice.”

“Just nice?”

“Yeah, we caught up and stuff. It was good.”

“But?”

She knew you so well. You smiled at yourself, wishing she was next to you, but she was in Seattle.

“But it felt like I was talking to just a friend. Then we kissed.”

“And?!” she all but squealed at you.

“And...it was fine,” you said simply, shrugging as you paced around your expansive bedroom, one wall made entirely of glass, looking out over Hollywood.

“Fine? Just fine?” she challenged in a flat tone. “Kissing Tom Hiddleston was just...fine?”

“I don’t know, Ida. He just...He’s a great kisser, that wasn’t the problem. It was the spark. That spark was missing. The one I got when I kissed James on the show.”

“But I thought that was just for show?” she questioned, perplexed.

“It was, but I think something else happened between it. It went from the typical, usual staged shit to something more.”

“Well...did you set up another date or…?”

“Yeah he invited me to be his date at the Kong premiere,” you explained, watching the city twinkle beneath you.

“Wow. I know you’re going to go get a new ensemble for that,” she teased with a beautiful laugh.

You nodded even though she couldn’t see it and smiled. “You know me.”

“Maybe tonight was just first date jitters for both of you, don’t write him off yet, for both our sakes.”

You gave a half hearted smile and agreed. “Okay.”

“Alright, well, I gotta go. I’m meeting with Rolling Stone tomorrow.”

“Goodluck. Goodnight.”

“Night.”

You hung up and flopped on the bed, noticing a text from James and Tom. You read Tom’s first.

“Had a wonderful time tonight, thank you for accompanying me. Have a good time shooting. I’ll see you in two weeks, we’ll make a night of it.”

“Me too. Thank you for a wonderful dinner. I can’t wait for the premiere, thank you for asking.”

Then you switched to James’ text.

“Sorry to bother you again, just wanted to wish you a goodnight.”

A smile spread across your face without your permission.

“You can bother me all you want,” you texted back, biting your lip at the honesty. It was true. James could blow up your phone for all you cared. To him it would probably seem flirty but it was just the truth. “Goodnight, James.”

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Decisions, Decisions (Part 4)

Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content...?

Word Count: 3450

Tags: @wordacadabra @frenchfrostpudding @lisssays @cocosierra94 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What’s the update?” Ida demanded as soon as you called her on your way to the set, sitting in the back of the luxury sedan.

“A hello would be nice,” you tried.

“No time for hellos! Did you score or not?” she said frantically, making you grin at her.

“A lady never kisses and tells,” you answered.

“Good thing neither of us is a lady, so tell me, woman. You never called me last night so I’m assuming something happened!”

“No, nothing happened. He was a perfect gentleman.”

“So why didn’t you call?”

“I was tired,” you responded simply, shrugging and eyeing the hills of LA as they went by the window.

“When did you get back?”

“I don’t know, maybe 11 or midnight. I have work today, so I didn’t feel like staying up.”

“Something’s off about you,” Ida suddenly said, skeptical of your tone. “What’s going on? Talk to me. I always know when you don’t talk something is wrong.”

You sighed, there was no point in hiding it. “Ida...What if this is a mistake?”

“Mistake how?”

“Dating a co-star? It never ends well. Look at Reese and Ryan, Nick and Jennifer, Kristen and Rob…” you were listing off so many it was starting to solidify your point.

“So? Who cares what happened to them?”

“Ida...it hardly ever works out…” you argued, starting to sadden yourself.

“Yeah well it hardly ever works out to be an A list celeb but here you are, killing it.”

You nodded slightly, that statement making you feel better. “Yes, but…”

“But nothing! Don’t do this. Don’t ruin a good thing.”

You sighed. “Alright.”

“So, now that you’ve had one date with each, what’re you thinking?”

“I'm thinking James is amazing.”

“Yeah? So go with James!”

“But Tom is so sweet, and kind, and he and I understand each other and we have a connection through academics and I’m honestly shocked how I never saw it before.”

“Quite the predicament,” she noted.

“I’ll say,” you sighed. “I gotta go, I’m on set.”

“Okay, keep me posted!”

“Will do.”

You hung up and headed straight to hair and makeup. It took two hours and you finally got onto the set of the bloody living room and James met you there, a lustful grin appearing on his face as soon as he saw you. You weren’t sure if he was in character yet, but before you could decipher it, Ed began giving directions.

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All day James did all these little things for you, grabbing you water, complimenting you, helping you with some tips. And all day Tom and Ida were blowing up your phone. Ida wanted an update on how James was acting around you on set and Tom was texting you details of his day, asking how yours was, saying he couldn’t wait until the premiere. He sent you a few pictures of him with some fans, his hotel room in England, and his itinerary, the two of you joking about how life as a celebrity is so time consuming.

Both men were giving you so much attention, it was almost suffocating. Between the paparazzi, the men, Ida, and general work, the day was rough. You were looking forward to going home after 15 hours and just taking a nice hot bath and drowning out the world.

When you got home though, a gift was on your doorstep. A bouquet of red roses and white lilies with a note that read:

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

Your heart seemed to melt in your chest. You took the flowers and the card inside and sat them on a table. Sending a quick text to both men that you were retiring for the night, you got a call back from Tom.

“Hello,” you greeted with a grin as you made your way around the bedroom.

“Hi there, did you get my flowers?” he asked expectedly.

“Yes I did. Lord Byron, with my favorite poem, how did you know?” You bit your lip, slipping out of your clothes.

“You mentioned it once while we were filming,” he said nonchalantly.

“Oh? Quite the memory, Mr. Hiddleston,” you remarked, smirking to yourself. Getting spoiled by two men was quite the pet for your ego.

“I remember a great deal of things, Ms. Y/L/N,” he responded back coquettishly.

“It must be breakfast time in England,” you mentioned.

“It is indeed. You seem to be the first thing I think about when I wake up lately,” he admitted, getting quieter as time went on. Your heart melted again at his words.

“I hope that’s a good thing,” you whispered as you paced in front of your giant window.

“Oh it is.”

“I think about you too, quite often I’m afraid.” It wasn’t a lie at all. While being with James made you feel alive, exuberant, filled with wonder. Being around Tom was effortless, easy, relaxing. You were very torn on them, while the physical aspect seemed heavier with James, the mental aspect was stronger with Tom. It also seemed that, James made you feel excited, yet he was relatively laid back. Tom had a calming effect on you but he was much more adventurous. Their effects on you were the opposite of their personalities, it was quite peculiar.

“That’s good to hear. I can’t wait for our date next week.”

“Me either,” you said, biting your lip again. “Ugh, my stylist will probably want me to wear something new though.”

“You don’t sound thrilled, I thought you liked dresses?”

“I do, but it’s just...I already have so many, we just aren’t allowed to be seen in the same gown twice you know.” You rolled your eyes thinking of at least twenty gowns in your closet right now that were perfectly beautiful but Hollywood didn’t accept a gown seeing the light of day more than once.

“Let me buy you something then, you’re my date,” he offered jovially.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “Oh, Tom, no that’s absolutely not necessary.”

“Please, I want to. I’ll have my agent send my info to your agent and they can sort it out.”

“Tom, please, you don’t have to do that.”

“No, I do. You’re my date and you should be treated well.”

You shook your head and laughed lightly at the absurdity.

“Alright, I can see you’re set on this. Thank you. I’ll make sure to wear something that wows you. What’s your favorite color?”

“Surprise me, I’m sure I’ll love whatever you pick.”

“Alright,” you responded. “Thank you very much.”

“Absolutely. Listen, I’ve got to get ready for my day, but have a good night. It was great to hear your voice.”

“Yeah, your’s too. Good morning, I suppose. Have a good day.”

You ended the call and grinned like an idiot as you finished getting ready for bed. You fell asleep, blissfully euphoric in your own giddiness.

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Thursday morning on your way to the set you called Ida for another update. You had told her about the flowers and the dresses.

“Dude, you are getting hooked up. I’m amazed considering you’re dating two dudes. If I was Tom or James I’m not sure I’d be pouring on all this romance.”

You laughed uneasily.

“Wait, they do they know you’re dating the other, right?”

You hesitated.

“They don’t, do they? Y/N, you have to tell them.”

“Why? Why do I have to tell them? We aren’t exclusive. They don’t need to know my affairs--I mean my business.”

“They have a right to know,” she argued, a little perturbed with you. Ida was always the voice of reason.

“It’s none of their business who I see. I’m not their property.”

“But you’re lying to them,” she asserted.

You sighed, contemplating whether to tell her the next part. “I’m also afraid if I tell them, one of them will leave, and I’d really like to figure out who I mesh better with before that happens.”

“So you’re stringing them along.”

“No!” you countered emphatically. “No. They both want to date me, I want to date them. What they don’t know won't hurt them. I don’t see why I should tell them. It’s not like I’m doing this to hurt anyone.”

“But someone will get hurt, Y/N, if you aren’t careful,” she warned.

“No, no one’s going to get hurt. When the time is right, I’ll tell them.”

She sighed. “You can’t keep a second life forever, or hide something like this for long. You’re forgetting who you are and who they are.”

“I know that. Look, I should know by date three which one I feel better suited with and I’ll make the call then, but until then, there is no reason to destroy my relationship with either one.”

“Alright,” she conceded with defeat. “Just...be careful,” she stressed.

“I will. Gotta go. Love you, bye.”

You hung up and jumped out and went on set. You had shot most of the day and it was break time so you were in your trailer. A knock came at your door.

“Come in,” you called.

The door opened and it was your PR agent. Usually she didn’t show up unless you had an interview or an event.

“What do we have scheduled now?” you asked as you looked up from your tablet to the dark haired woman with glasses. She was rather staunch for a PR agent, but you supposed she had to be though.

“What is this?” she demanded, turning her own tablet to you and then showing you The Enquirer. On the front page of it, was you and Tom walking together from your dinner date. The other was James and you from Saturday night in front of the ice cream shop.

“What is what?” you questioned, wondering why she cared. Celebrities were speculated to date their costars constantly, nine times out of ten it was false and this didn’t harm anything.

“Read what they’re writing,” she instructed, pointing at the tabloid.

“Y/N and Tom or Y/N and James? Who won’t she date?” You shrugged at it. You learned a long time ago to have a thick skin when it came to things like this. You just hoped the guys hadn’t seen it but you would deal with that if it came to it, but why did Caroline care. “Yeah, so?”

“They’re saying you’re sleeping with both of them.”

“And?”

“Is it true?”

You stood up. “Woah, hold on. If it is, it’s no one’s god damn business but my own.”

“Y/N, this could really mess with your career.”

“What? My sex life? I’m going to be accused of banging every dude I’m seen with.”

She was silent for a moment. “This doesn’t bother you? So either you are sleeping with them or you just don’t care about your image.”

“Fuck my image,” you said angrily. “Who cares? Tom was pictured with Elizabeth while they were filming I Saw the Light and that wasn’t true. People have said Jennifer and Bradley are dating because they work together so often. Caroline, shutting down rumors just starts more, you should know that.” You didn’t mean to sound like such a bitch, but the fact of the matter was that even if this was true or false, it wasn’t any one’s business, people would believe what they wanted regardless of what anyone could do to try and control the media.

She sighed. “I just didn’t want them printing something about you if it wasn’t true. I wanted you to see it so you wouldn’t get upset.”

“Well thank you,” you said softly. “I appreciate that. I’m sorry I snapped at you. No, you don’t ever have to worry about me caring about dating rumors.”

“Alright. Well, if that changes let me know.”

“I will. Thank you for looking out for me.”

She nodded, turned and left the trailer.

Out of curiosity, you opened your Twitter. And came in the heat and hatred. Some of the comments were sweet like “Oh I’m so happy she’s with someone!”, others were closer to the lines of “Jesus, what a slut. That’s how she got her way to the top.” “Way to sleep your way to stardom.” “So she’s banging the entire Marvel cast?”

You rolled your eyes at all of it. If you were going to survive this business, you couldn’t let negative shit get under your skin like that. Ida texted you.

“Have you seen the media?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m ignoring all that.”

“You might be, but what about Tall and Handsome?” she questioned.

You swallowed. It may have been earlier than you hoped but if you needed to address this, you would.

“I’ll deal with it.”

“Okay.”

Once work was through and when you got home, James texted and asked if you’d like to run lines tomorrow afternoon.

“I’d love to.”

“Great, I’ll bring the wine.”

“It better be expensive ; )”

“Oh, darling, nothing less for you.”

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The next day, when you got home, you picked up the place, lit some candles, and took a shower. When you got out, Tom was calling.

“Hello?”

“Hi. How’ve you been?” he asked.

“Good. How about you?”

“I’m fine. I haven’t heard much from you since Monday, everything okay?”

You shook your head. “Yeah, of course I am. I just got busy with work is all.”

“Alright. I was a little worried. I saw in the news you and James went out on the town...so…”

“Oh, that was just dinner and drinks after work,” you said, rather happy it wasn’t an entire lie. You felt a little slimey for lying, guilt starting to settle on you but you remembered that you weren’t his property and there was nothing wrong with dating more than one man at a time.

“Well good. I’m glad. My agent said you hadn’t shopped for your dress yet….”

“No, yeah, I will, this weekend.”

“Excellent. Well it’s getting late here so I should go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Good night.”

“Night.

At 7, James rang the doorbell and you had to remind yourself not to skip to the door. Again, he greeted you with flowers and a bottle of red wine. You took the goods and went into the kitchen and got the flowers in another vase.

“Feel free to make yourself comfortable while I get all of this,” you instructed sweetly.

“Nonsense, I’ve got this.” James came over to your marble island. “Where is your corkscrew?”

You grabbed it out of a drawer and handed it to him. “Would you like some cheese and crackers or anything?”

“No, wine is fine with me,” he said as he uncorked it. You couldn’t believe this. Seven years ago if you would have been told you would have a beautiful home overlooking the hills of Hollywood, a full closet full of Gucci, Prada, Armani, playing in blockbuster films, and dating some of the most eligible bachelors, you would have thought they were crazy.

You grabbed wine glasses and James got to pouring the drinks.

“I, uh, I have something to ask you,” he said tentatively, his eyes barely glancing to you.

“Shoot.”

“I hope I don’t come off...as possessive or anything, but uh...I saw an article that you're maybe...Well that you were seeing someone else.”

“Yeah, I saw that too, but it was just dinner. I just caught up with a friend,” you answered. This may be easier than you thought, surprisingly.

“Oh good, I was worried,” he informed with a relieved smile and laugh.

“Worried?” you questioned. What could he possibly worry about?

He shrugged as he looked up at you. “Yeah, I thought maybe you weren’t as into me as I thought you were and that would be a huge blow to my ego. You have no idea,” he explained. You giggled.

“Oh is that so? Well fear not, your ego can remain intact and inflated,” you informed with a coy smile. You each grabbed a glass of wine as you went and sat on your gray suede couch.

“Alright, I thought we could try the scene for when they meet?”

“Sure.” You flipped to that part in your script and began reading. “Yeah? Well who the fuck are you?” you said in your character’s voice.

“I’m the fucker who’s going to get you out of here,” he explained.

“Oh yeah? How you gonna do that?”

You two continued to run lines for about thirty minutes before you both began noticing the effects of the wine. The slurring started, and then the giggling started with you two. You began ad libbing the lines.

“You know what we need?” you said.

“What’s that?” James asked, his voice dying down from the laughter.

“We need some reference points.”

“Like what?” he asked, confused.

“Hold on, I'll be right back.” You hopped up and ran to your movie collection in your bedroom. You returned, holding the movie behind your back. “I think we’d really learn a lot from this film,” you said, exposing the movie and as soon as James eyes hit the movie he started to laugh.

“Oh my god, you didn’t,” he said, rolling with laughter. “You think this is funny?”

“I think it’s hilarious, Mr. Thomnas.”

“Oh, god, please don’t put that on,” he begged, but you ignored him and skipped over to your entertainment system.

“Buckle up,” you teased.

“Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you?” he asked as he grinned at you.

“Oh, come on. You were great in Narnia! It was the first role I saw you in.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ll always love this movie for that,” you confessed.

“Alright, but if we’re going to watch a movie, we must do it properly. Do you have popcorn, soda, and candy?”

“Uh...I have popcorn...Maybe a coke or two in the fridge, and a candy bar.”

“Well let’s get it, shall we?”

You two went and gathered the goods, lowered the lights, and started the movie. The entire time, you added commentary all through the movie, and James just laughed as you two subconsciously scooted closer to each other until he made the leap and laced his hand with yours. The sensation made you stiffen but then you relaxed into his form. When the movie ended he suggested another one, one that neither of you were in.

Together, you either marveled at the acting or joked about it. At some point in the night, it became a game to get popcorn in the other’s mouth and after two more glasses of wine, you were dancing in the living room at 1 am to overly loud music. Eventually, you two passed out cold on the couch with you laying on top of James. He woke up before you.

“Y/N, Y/N, wake up,” he quietly coaxed as he shook you gently.

You woke up and he smiled at you.

“Hey sleepy head, I guess we partied hard,” he teased.

You wiped your mouth and sat up, mortified that you were a combination of old clothes, bed head, and morning breath.

“What are you talking about? I can party harder than that. That was like a baby’s nap time compared to what I can do,” you said sleepily. “What time is it?”

“It’s 8,” he informed, glancing to his phone before he rubbed his eyes, his sleepy hair making him so attractive that you would swear he could feel you getting aroused from where he sat on the couch.

“I’m guessing you want to get home,” you said, unable to hide the sadness in your voice.

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind some coffee first.”

Your mood lifting, you happily said, “Sure thing. I’ll make us some.”

“Thanks, where’s the bathroom?”

“Down the hall on the left,” you informed, thrusting your chin that way. You made 2 cups of coffee and worked to make yourself presentable again. James emerged and you offered him a cup as he drank it.

“This is really good. Would you like to get lunch later today?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure. I’d love to.”

“Great. I’ll see you around 1?”

“Sounds good.”

He kissed you, morning breath and all and it was the same fiery filled lust you both felt before. He gave you another quick kiss on the cheek and left with a giant grin on his face. Maybe he was remembering the same thing you were - how last night was utterly perfect.

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Decisions, Decisions (Part 3)

Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content…?

Word Count: 3368

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes - This fic would NOT be possible without you, you’re amazing and perfect, and @amarvelouswritings - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13 imagine

Tags: @wordacadabra @frenchfrostpudding @lisssays @cocosierra94

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You went to the gym first thing in the morning, then grabbed brunch at a local cafe, ran into some fans, did some grocery shopping, then went back home to determine what to wear. You Skyped Ida to help you decide.

“Which dress? The black strapless or the red one?” you said, holding them up in your giant walk in closet.

“The red one, for sure.”

“Why?” you asked, eyeing it.

“Because there’s barely any fabric to get in the way for later,” she said with a chuckle.

“You’re insatiable,” you chastised. But she was right. This dress had plunging everything. The neckline went down to your navel, the back was completely open, save for a few strands of rubies that hung on the back, and there was a slit on both sides of the dress for each leg that went up to your mid thigh. “Do you really think James would like me in something like this?” you questioned, suddenly insecure. What if it was too much, or in this case, too little? What if he thought you were coming on strong?

“No, I think it’s perfect. You’ve got a great bod, flaunt it!” She smiled her perfect, stunning smile as you made a silly face at her.

“Okay, I’ll be daring. How’s the interview with AC/DC coming?”

“It’s really good!” she said, this would be her fifth time interviewing them. “Oh! Gotta go! They’re coming back!”

“Bye!” You hung up and began to pair the dress with accessories and look up different hair-dos. James wasn’t due to pick you up for another 2 and half hours. You did all the prep work: lotioning everything to make sure your skin was silky smooth, moussing your hair, getting your makeup laid out.

You texted James the address and he said he’d be there at 8. When you were all put together, your hair was in “messy” waves, a daring red lipstick and black smokey eye to compliment, silk peeptoe red heels to match the silk dress. You smiled appreciatively in your reflection, perfectly happy with the outcome as you snapped a pic and sent it to Ida via SnapChat. She responded back with a jawdrop, making you grin.

James was on time and rung your doorbell, the sound making your heart skip a beat. You looked in the mirror and gave yourself a speech.

“Okay, be cool, you know it’s James out there but you’re going to be fine. Just be calm, collected. Pretend it’s just an audition.” Pretending the confidence helped a little and you walked out of your bathroom, through the closet and bedroom, and into the living room then foyer to the door.

Opening it, you were shocked. James was holding a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers - blue and purple orchids But even more stunning was James himself. Seeing him always took your breath away, but this, this suit had to be at least five grand easy. His hair was perfect, the lopsided smile that lit up his eyes made them almost electric blue. It took every ounce of willpower to not just utterly rape him right there.

“Hi!” you said in an unusually high voice, cringing after you greeted him.

“Hey, these are for you,” he informed, handing you the bouquet.

“Thanks,” you took the bouquet and invited him inside. “How did you know I liked these?” you asked as you went to your kitchen and grabbed a vase.

He strode up to the bar, looking more handsome than a greek god, and laughed uneasily. “Well uh, don’t take this the wrong way, but I sort of stalked your Twitter.”

You smiled as your back was turned, thinking that he went through that much effort. You could feel his eyes trailing your body and you had to admit, it was an amazing feeling. You finished setting the flowers and said you were ready. James extended his arm and you took it as you exited and locked up.

Outside, in the driveway was a Maserati GranTurismo that took your breath away. It was silver, sleek, and it looked powerful just sitting there. You almost asked if you could drive.

“What a beautiful car,” you breathed as you gazed at it like it was eye-candy.

“Thank you, I also found that you have a thing for the higher end sports cars,” he informed meekly, a slight blush coming to his cheeks.

You put your hand on your chest. “Yeah, absolutely. No, I love it.”

“Here, let me help you in.” Just as Tom had done, he helped you into the car gently, gulping as he did so. The gesture made you smirk. “You look...well, let’s just say I’d like to see you without the dress,” he said, his voice hitching a bit as color swirled onto his cheeks.

“Likewise about the suit,” you cheekily flirted. The confidence was easy with James though, because you were used to each other’s energy, being with James was effortless, that’s why the chemistry was so great on screen. You were used to being confident around James because so far that’s all you could be around him, with interviews, photo ops, and the shooting itself.

He rounded the car and got in himself.

“So where to?” you asked happily expectant.

“Ah, ah, it’s a surprise.”

“Mr. McAvoy, are you trying to be romantic?”

“Oh, darling, I’m not trying,” he said, so full of confidence your breath stuck in your throat, your body having a wild reaction. You were speechless and he laughed lightly at the victory while he pulled away, the thrum and rumble from the car not helping your hormones at all.

“What else did you find out about me?” you challenged as you turned in the seat to face him.

“I found out you really want a dog, and not a little dog like a lot of female celebrities. You want a rather large dog, like a mastiff or a great dane. You know that speaks wildly about your personality,” he said, a smirk on his face.

“Oh does it?” you inquired, a smile of your own forming.

“Mhm.” He nodded, a smug smile on his handsome features. You stole glances at his hands as touched along the steering wheel and gearshift, wondering idly what those hands could do on your body. “It shows me that there is a lot more to you than meets the eye. Which, a whole hell of a lot meets my eye,” he said seductively as the air suddenly hung with sexual static. His eyes glanced over to your body, your legs exposed slightly from the slits in the dress.

“James, the road,” you reminded, glancing forward.

He cleared his throat and adjusted in his seat as he resumed concentration on the winding road.

“So what about you?” you said, slightly pushing his shoulder. “I feel like I don’t know half about you like you know about me.”

“There’s not much to know,” he offered as he shrugged.

You rolled your eyes at him. “I highly doubt that.”

“Well if you must know, when I was younger, I didn’t want to be an actor.”

“What?” you questioned incredulously. “So what did you want to be?”

He glanced sideways at you. “Don’t laugh, but I wanted to be a priest.”

“A priest?” you questioned, shocked at first but then a laugh erupted from your mouth. “You, a priest? You could give a sailor a run for his money with the way you talk, sir.” You were continuing to laugh as James tried to quiet you.

“Yeah, ha-ha, laugh it up. It was for a very noble cause you know,” he tried as you attempted to stifle your laughter.

“I’m sorry. What was the reason?”

He shrugged as he answered, “I was raised rather strict Roman Catholic and I wanted to get to travel the world and help people.”

“Well...that’s very nice.” You suddenly saw him in a new light. He wasn’t all flash, he was even sweeter and sort of….innocent. “So what made you change your mind?”

“A few unfortunate things happened and I think I blamed my religion or God or my dad….but either way, I didn’t feel right devoting my life to something that I didn’t felt deserved it.”

A bit of sorrow touched on your spirit as you pulled up to the restaurant.

“I’m sorry….” was all you could say.

“Don't be. I’m more than happy as an actor. We’re here,” he announced as he pointed to a building. Valet helped you out and James tossed them the keys as he led you inside, you noticed that every male head turned your way, simultaneously making you feel both confident and insecure.

You walked in on James’ arm and you felt like a million dollars, the heads in the room snapped in your direction. You could tell some were faces of recognition, others were simply the fact that you looked like you walked off a movie set of James Bond.

“Uh, yes, McAvoy, for two,” James said to the attendant.

“Right this way,” she said, a little too perky. You kept your glare under control as she lead her way to the table, but she walked through a small hallway and went to a door. This was rather peculiar. You’d been to private dining rooms before but this was different. You glanced at James who merely smiled sideways at you as he perched his eyebrows.

“Your oasis awaits,” the hostess announced as she opened the shiny, dark red door. Behind it was nothing you could’ve ever imagined. A botanical garden in a circular green house, an ornate glass ceiling that domed on top. A single white wrought iron table in the middle of the room, set up with a candle and small bouquet of roses.

“James,” you gasped. This was utterly breathtaking. “This...this is….”

“Amazing? Yes, I know,” he finished with a smirk as he led you to the small table. He pulled your chair out for you and went on the other side to seat himself.

The conversation quickly fell into growing up, a little bit of school life, then college. You swapped hilarious stories, serious stories, struggles. James listened intently, kindly, offering comments when he felt it was right. He was completely fascinated by your knowledge of literature. And you loved his knowledge of theater, screenplays, scripts. The dinner was full of laughter and memories and shared stories. The entire time you felt excited and attracted to him and aroused.

Dinner with Tom was calm, relaxed, laid back - very gentleman Tom. Tom and you were much alike, tame, not wild, a little silly at most. But with James the energy was up, he was constantly keeping you talking, your stomach always erupting with butterflies when he looked at you, sometimes his tongue coming out to run along his upper lip as he looked at you. While Tom was a calming like night time, James was the bright burning day. James helped give you that boost of confidence, he helped you feel sexy, wanted, talented. Just being around him lifted your entire mood. He was entirely charismatic.

Once dinner ended, he led you back outside but didn’t fetch his car from valet.

“Where are we going?” you questioned, confusion in your tone.

“Just follow me,” he instructed, suddenly grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers in between yours. Suddenly, you felt like a teenager again, when the guy does that “moment” that seems to seal your feelings for him. He grinned sideways at you and nodded his head. “Are your heels comfortable?” he inquired but you’d been to busy admiring his - everything. You swam in his eyes, your eyes traced his infallible hair, his boyish grin making you feel ten years younger.

“What? Oh, yes,” you responded.

“Good. We have a little bit of walking to do.”

He walked along and pointed out things to you that either warmed your heart or made you laugh. You people watched a little bit and after five blocks, you two stopped.

“Here we are, Peterson’s Ice Cream Parlor,” he announced standing in front of the little shop.

You narrowed your eyes and looked back at him. “What is this?”

“You don’t remember?” he questioned, his accent a little heavier than before.

“Not really no. It looks familiar but…” You let the idea trail off as you shrugged in your expensive gown.

“This is the first place you ate at when you came to LA,” he reminded, proud of his knowledge as he grinned widely at you.

Perplexed, your eyes danced between him and the little store. “How do you know that?”

“Well, it was one of your first Instagram pictures, apparently. When you came to LA you took a lot of photos of yourself and all the new experiences and places,” he explained.

“And this was the first place I got food? Figures. I’ve always been nuts about ice cream,” you muttered more yourself than him. Again, he surprised and amazed you with the impossible.

“Shall we?” he offered, gesturing to the door.

“Absolutely!” You took his arm and entered the small, bright shop and every head again swiveled your direction. You weren’t exactly dressed for the occasion.

“You, you’re--you’re Y/N and James McAvoy,” the stunned young man said behind the counter. You smiled politely at them as people started grabbing their phones to take pictures and share the encounter.

“Mhm,” you simply said. You had learned to not offer autographs because people thought you were full of yourself and if you tried to just move past the celebrity status people thought you were being rude and standoffish.

“What can we get you?” he asked, clearly star struck.

James read the menu while you ordered a small sundae with marshmallows. He ordered and the nice employee got you your treats. You took them and enjoyed them outside at a small table.

“Oh my gosh, it’s better than I remember!” you exclaimed, enjoying the sweet vanilla taste.

“Been that long, eh?” James teased with a wink.

“Like riding a bike, Mr. McAvoy, it stays with you regardless,” you teased right back, equally flirtatious, giving him a daring look.

He perched an eyebrow at you before you two rose to throw your cups away, and just as you were about to set off back to valet, a swarm of people seem to come out of nowhere and crowded you. Some were paparazzi, with flashes in your faces and others were fans with phones and notebooks to sign.

“Oh my god, James, can I have your autograph? I’m such a huge fan,” one woman said, clearly excited.

“Y/N, Y/N, over here! What are you wearing?” a man with the media asked as he flashed another photo.

You told him the designer and two people asked for a photo with you and you said you’d be happy to and you were. Your fans were your biggest inspiration, they were the reason you had come this far. Grinning happily with two of your fans, you shot a look over to James who was giving you a warm smile as he worked with his fans for photos and signatures. You couldn’t help but feel the jealousy shoot through you as you saw woman after woman come up to him and hug him, take photo after photo with him, and him giving them their undivided attention.

But then you realized that they weren’t getting the VIP treatment you were all night, with hidden rooms, nostalgic reminders, and highly unsubdued flirting. Smirking to yourself, you finished with the fans and media and went back to the valet.

As soon as you got there, you tentatively asked, “Could I drive?”

“What, do you not like my driving?” he questioned with a little grin.

“That’s not it. I just….It’ll be a while before I can afford a car like this of my own,” you admitted, eyeing the beast.

Without hesitation he threw you the keys. “She’s all yours.”

“Really?” you gasped. You spent most of your money so far on your reality and in home furnishings. Your car was a new-ish Cadillac.

“Yeah, why not? You wanna drive it, and I wouldn’t mind sitting shotgun,” he nonchalantly said as he got in the passenger seat. You shook your head, utterly amazed, and walked around to the driver's seat.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” James asked as you started the car, trying to tease you.

“Baby, you haven’t seen anything yet,” you said as you checked your mirrors and peeled away. The car felt amazing under your control. The steering wheel was soft, the pedals so easy to push, it handled beautifully as you drove, a little too quickly, through the roads.

“You seem like you’ve done this before,” James mentioned as he seemed to tense at the way you took sharp corners.

“I told you I grew up in Oklahoma. Not much to do. But being a rich kid with rich friends, everyone had fast cars, racing was a good way to let off steam after school.”

“You used to be a street racer?” he asked in disbelief.

You shrugged. “Call it what you will. I call it a thrill.” With that, when you found a relatively straight road with minimal traffic, you punched the gas and the car responded beautifully with a low, fearsome roar as the car vaulted forward. You finally had to slow down as you got closer to home, pulling into the driveway with your heart thrumming.

You shut the car off and turned to him, dropping the keys in his hands.

“Well thank you for that, that was amazing. Who knows when I’ll get to do that with my own car?” you asked rhetorically.

“When, indeed? I had a wonderful time,” he said quietly, his eyes darting between your eyes and lips. You hadn’t realized you were doing the same thing until you began to watch his eyes.

“Me too,” you admitted in a whisper. “Everything tonight was wonderful, thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

The air in the car turned tense, extremely tense as you just gazed at each other. You weren’t sure who would make the first move. You desperately wanted and needed him to do it. As if he heard your thoughts, he leaned forward agonizingly slowly and tentatively touched his lips to yours, almost as if asking permission. Your eyes had closed right before the contact was made and you pushed into his lips, granting him the permission he was seeking. This was so different from all the staged kisses, even the one on the Norton show. This was intimate, private, no eyes to watch to see if it was perfect. You could just kiss and not be judged for it or told to stop.

James hand trailed up your arm to your hair, the sensation giving you goosebumps. The fireworks erupted inside you everywhere as suddenly a moan or two escaped between you and James, you started to move closer to each other, as close as you could in the small car.

When you realized the area wasn’t allowing you to continue the heated moment, you mutually broke away.

“I should get inside,” you said as you and James kept your eyes shut, huffing from the heated kissing.

“Yeah I think we both should,” he said with strong innuendo.

As much as you wanted to agree, you weren’t the type of girl who did that on the first date, and you did have work in the morning.

“Not this time, lover boy. We’ve got work in the morning.”

“Very well,” he conceded with a grin. He got out and came around to open your door and help you out. Once you were in front of him, both your hands in his, he kissed your cheek.

“I’ll see you on set, yeah?” he questioned, that wonderful accent coming through again.

“See you in the morning.”

You flashed him a grin and made your way inside, watching him from the window as he got in the car and pulled away. You spotted the flowers on your counter and grinned to yourself as you headed to bed.

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