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We Need to Talk

Pairing: James McAvoy x reader

Word Count: 904

The Request: Can I have one with James McAvoy where we’re dating and my best friend, Steven, is on a movie with him and after a couple of weeks he starts rumors that I am cheating on James but they’re not true. James believes them and we break up. One day, I am on the set (as a make-up artist) and James hears Steven say that it was all fake and he fights with him and I break them up and at home I clean his wounds and with a lot of fluff?

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Request for @anyfandomimaginex

“Y/n, we need to talk,” James’s voice told you over the phone, and you froze. In your experience, nobody ever used that phrase to say a good thing. Nervously, you replied.

“What is it, James?” you asked, trying to keep your voice level.

“What is it!? You dare ask me that question?” he was very obviously angry, and you didn’t know why. You felt like you were supposed to, though.

“Um... Yes. I don’t understand what your problem is. I’m sorry if I did something wrong, but tell me so I can fix it,” you mumbled into the receiver.

You could hear his scoff even from over the phone.

“You can’t fix this, I’m sorry. Your friend Steven told me that you’ve been cheating on me for a while now, and he has no reason to lie,” you could now hear a broken note in his voice, like he was holding back tears.

“We are over,” he declared and terminated the call. You just sat there, unable to comprehend what had happened, and you dialled James’s number again, hoping for an apology, a chance to let you explain that you were definitely not seeing another man, but he didn’t pick it up.

For the next couple of weeks, neither he nor Steven answered your calls or messages. You were both confused -because why would a man you’d known from school and called himself your best friend would do this to your relationship?- and determined to confront them both when you would be called on set for ‘Welcome to the Punch’, the action movie they were shooting.

When you finally were called on set as a make-up artist, you were relieved. You were finally going to have a chance to talk to James and Steven, demand explanations from the latter and ask the former if you could continue your relationship, because you’d been going strong for some while now and you loved him a lot.

You walked on set, hoping to catch sight of James first, so you could rush up to him and explain your side of the story, but you were unfortunate. Steven was there, and apparently he was waiting for you because he greeted you immediately.

“Oh, hello,” you huffed out a reluctant greeting and glared at him.

“Why so hostile?” Steven asked confidently as if he himself had done nothing wrong.

You were angry; extremely so. After two weeks of being unable to do something about the situation James, you had every right to be mad at the person responsible.

“Are you kidding me? What you told James about was absolutely awful and untrue!” you almost shouted at him.

The idiot just shrugged. “It was just some fun, sheesh. Why are you acting that way? I thought he’d have figured out by himself that you’d never cheat on him. Chill,” he said and you were about to reply with a string of curse words, but you were interrupted by a smooth, Scottish accent.

“Fun? You orchestrated all that for ‘fun’?” asked James’s incredulous voice from behind you. He quickly walked up to where you and Steven were standing and glared at the other man.

“That was unacceptable! You know I can get you fired, right? You’re not even important around here! You’re a waste of money and space,” James half-screamed at Steven. Even he had the good sense to look chastised by James’s fury.

“Do you have any idea what your stupid, moronic antics put both me and Y/n through?” James asked. “Fun,” he scoffed mockingly.

Steven didn’t say a thing to defend himself, but James was still angry. He launched himself at the other man, probably intending to land a punch or two, but Steven was quicker and punched him in the upper arm. You could see a small tear in the fabric of James’s shirt from where Steven’s hand had grabbed on tightly and pulled, and you thought you saw a bit of blood too. Steven was about to kick James when you stepped between them, glaring up at you old best friend and slapping him hard across the face, so hard that there was an angry red mark on his skin.

“Go,” you said authoritatively, and he did. Quickly, you turned to James.

“Let’s go to your hotel room, I can fix you up there and you can get another shirt, okay?” you asked him softly and mutely, he nodded.

The car ride there was silent but, once you were in the safety and silence of his room and you had dressed his small wound from where Steven’s fingernails had scraped his skin, he kissed you. Just like that, and out of the blue. You didn’t complain, instead kissing him back.

“I’m so sorry for believing that moron. It’s just... I thought he was your friend, and I didn’t think he’d be lying,” he sighed and grabbed hold of your hand.

“Will you forgive me for being stupid?” he asked, looking at you apologetically with his angelic blue eyes wide.

“I’ve already forgiven you,” you muttered in response, kissing him again. “I love you, and you know that,” you said with a soft smile.

“Me too,” he replied happily and hugged you tightly. “Thank you,” he said, “And I’m sorry for everything I put you through by refusing to listen,” he added.

“It’s all right, James,” you mumbled, kissing him. “I can’t stay mad at you for long.”

Day Off

Pairing: James McAvoy x reader

Word Count: 565

The Request: Can I have another James McAvoy where we are both busy with work and stuff and one day we have a day off and we have a day together and it's all fluff.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: For @anyfandomimaginex, hope you like it!

“So, I have a day off today,” James told you over breakfast with a grin, and you smiled back at him.

 “Finally, after so many months, so do I,” you said with an equally bright smile. You were happy because you hadn’t spent any quality time with the actor for over three months now. Your interactions were limited to goodnight kisses before, exhausted, you went to sleep and hurried texts during the day. It was logical to be excited that day and to want to spend it all together.

“Well,” he said, “I was thinking maybe we could cook together then have lunch, watch a movie now go for a walk later, when it’s dark outside?” he suggested, and you shrugged.

“Sure, but don’t we usually do the opposite? What’s the point of going out at night?” you asked.

“I want us to see the stars,” he replied with a smile, and you chuckled. Sometimes, he was so sweet and romantic, and you felt like you were falling for him all over again.

You cooked together, laughing at almost every step of the way as you both tried to follow the recipe. Soon, the house smelled deliciously like food and it was lunch time. The kitchen was quiet, void from words, as you ate, but you were looking at each other with your gaze so intense that it was almost as if you were speaking.  

After that, you watched the movie curled up next to James on the couch, his arm around your shoulders holding you close as you watched the screen and sneaked kisses in between bites of pop corn. When the movie was over, you just sat on the sofa and kissed him like there was no tomorrow for an hour or so.

“I think we’d better go soon if we want to be back before midnight,” he said eventually, reluctantly pulling away from your kisses.

You both grabbed your coats and put on your shoes before leaving the house. Immediately, he grabbed your hand with his and traced patterns on the back of your palm with his thumb. You walked and walked and walked, sometimes using the public transport to move quicker, talking about everything and anything, laughing and kissing, until you were far enough away from the lights of the city so you could see the night sky, endless and blue, stretching above you.

“That over there is Ursa Major,” James said, pointing up at a constellation that kind of looked like a kite. “It’s the only one I know how to recognise,” he added with a chuckle.

He continued looking up at the sky while you just stared at him, and when he commented on the beauty of the sky, you couldn’t help but kiss him softly, because he himself was so beautiful and his eyes were bluer than the sky itself, with just as many colours included. And he, unlike the sky, was there on the ground with you, and you were happy.

“I wish we had days like this more often,” you murmured, and he nodded.

“Yes, me too,” James said before leaning forward to capture your lips with his in a kiss that would make you miss him so much more the following days. It was a kiss that made you hungrier for more instead of satisfied. You loved him, and you loved spending time with him.

You Were Right

Pairing: James McAvoy x reader

Word Count:

The Request:

Can I have a James McAvoy one where were best friends and I am dating this guy but he's married but I don't know, and James knows it and says it to me and I don't believe him and we get in a fight and after a few days I see the guy I'm dating with his wife and I get angry and sad and go to James and he comforts me and we make up and get together?

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Requested by @anyfandomimaginex! I hope you like it. 

 “How was your date with Nick?” James asked you with a small smile over the coffee he had bought you. You knew him well enough to notice that the smile was false and that he looked more than a little bit strained, but you knew that his job was stressful, and he was very busy, so you decided not to mention it. Instead, you smiled brightly at him.

“Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Nick’s a real gentleman, and I like him a lot,” you said, smiling happily at James. You could see his face fall just that little bit more, but again you attributed it to his workload.

He frowned, and was about to put on a false smile and say something, but he seemed to change his mind at the last possible moment and his frown deepened.

“Y/n,” he said, talking slowly as if he was choosing every word carefully, “I know something about Nick that’s going to change the way you see him completely,” he said, looking hopelessly up at you from behind his cup of coffee.

You frowned. What could he possibly know that would make you change your opinion on your boyfriend?

“Tell me,” you said, curious.

James sighed, ran a hand through his hair. “I... I don’t know how to say it, but he’s... He’s...” he cleared his throat nervously and looked around as if he was afraid that somebody would overhear him and go tell Nick all about what he was going to say.

“He’s married,” he said finally, looking at you sadly, with wide eyes. “A friend of mine who works at a restaurant saw him and his wife together, and, well... there was no doubt about it. They had the same last name,” James said, and his words shocked you so much you were speechless. You didn’t remember getting up from the table at the small café, and you certainly couldn’t remember yelling at him so loudly everybody turned to look at you. You called him a liar, you said that he didn’t know, that you and Nick liked each other, and you said a lot of horrible things that you soon regretted but still believed in. Nick would never do that to you. He was the best man you had ever gone on a date with, and he was as cute and as polite as only James himself.

You had to admit to yourself that you had had a small crush on him since forever, but his busy schedule and, well, just his character, led you to believe that a relationship between you and him would be nearly impossible.

You neither saw nor talked to him for weeks. You were ashamed of storming out of that café like that, but you felt like James had no right to talk about your boyfriend that way.

That was, at least, until you actually saw Nick one day kissing another woman in public. And they had matching rings. You were so angry you walked up to him and just slapped him and broke up with him right then and there, not caring that his wife was probably in shock, and then you left to go to the only safe place you knew: James’s place.

You hadn’t talked to the actor in weeks, and you were pretty sure he was angry at you, but you were half-sobbing by the time you knocked on his door, and the first thing you mumbled was ‘you were right’ before throwing yourself into his arms, hugging him close.

To his credit, he didn’t ask a thing. He gave you a blanket and told you to wait on the sofa for him as he made something for you to eat.

“Are you okay?” he asked, real concern for you etched on his features. Still numb from the day’s events, you could only shake your head.

James sighed. “You don’t deserve a man like him. You deserve someone much better, someone who loves you and takes care of you,” he said and, astonished, you looked up, right into his eyes. He smiled at you softly and shyly moved closer to you.

You were so close you could feel his breath warm on your face, and you found yourself craving more closeness.

“Yes...” you muttered, mesmerised, and you gaze darted down to his lips for one second. He looked at you inquisitively, as if asking for permission, and you nodded, leaning even closer to kiss him.

The kiss was soft, gentle, and it warmed up your whole body.

“I’m sorry for what I said. I’m sorry for doubting you,” you said, and he just shook his head.

“It’s alright now,” he reassured you and leaned closer to kiss you again. “How are you feeling?”

You smiled. “I might not be okay yet, but I know I will be with your help,” you said, kissing him.

Envy

Pairing: James McAvoy x reader

Word Count: 462

A/N: This is a request from @anyfandomwriter.  I hope you like it, and sorry for the delay. ^_^

"What is this!?" You were shocked, pointing at James's script as if it had offended you. Because it had. You knew what you had gotten yourself into when you decided to get together with an actor, and you knew the risks it included. You knew how your relationship was never going to be truly private or intimate; it never could be. You knew you had to trust James to never cheat on you or make you feel inferior to any of the actresses he had to pretend to be with on screen, but every time you saw him off screen with any of his co-actresses you couldn't stop a small stab of jealousy from making itself known in your gut. Now, though, it's different. You knew this day would probably come, but you could feel tears prickling the back of your eyelids. "I don't want you doing this film..." You admitted, perhaps a bit pathetically, looking down at your feel and shuffling nervously. "There is sex in it and I'm not sure... I'm mot sure I want you doing that on film. I love you and I know it's your job, but I can't watch you doing that in front of the whole world..." You mumbled. He frowned. "I know, but it's my job, as you said. It's ridiculous if you think that I would ever let this be more than just a job for me!" He fired back, crossing his arms over his chest. Sighing, you nodded. "Yeah, sure. I'm being ridiculous. Goodnight," you said sharply even though it was still just five in the afternoon and far too early for you to go to sleep. That didn't stop you from burying yourself under the covers though, calming up after a bit. It was a couple of hours later that James came in, looking apologetic and sitting down next to you, pulling him into a hug. "I'm sorry for snapping at you," he muttered. "I shouldn't have done that." You shook your head at him. "No... I have to be the one to apologise. I overreacted, and that was something I shouldn't have done. Acting is your job and that's just part of it. I was aware of that when I chose to love you for who you are and your job is part of it. I'm sorry." You apologised, smiling up at him and cuddling closer to him on the bed, kissing him softly.  "I want you in my life. You make me so happy," you murmured, closing your eyes and leaning your head against his shoulder, curling up against his side. Despite the jealousy, you were both still there, and when he muttered 'I love you too' you suddenly didn't feel the little green monster of envy any more.