james mcavoy is the love of my life


Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.


30 days movie challenge

Day 21: Favorite character from any movie: Robbie Turner, Atonement (2007)

“Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame. “

Late Night Distraction

Warning: cussing, SMUT, UNPROTECTED SMUT (WRAP IT PEOPLE), i think that’s it, oh MORE SMUT

Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader, Hank

Request:  Charles Xavier x Reader with the idea of “You distract him from work sometimes by sitting on his lap and trailing kisses along his jaw, down his neck until he gives in.” I just saw this somewhere sooooo kudos to that person!!!

~ anonymous

A/n: I hope you like it. I had fun with this one, its pretty much almost smut . I hope this is some what you had in mind because I took all day to do this while chasing my 3 year old daughter around. James McAvoy is sexy as fuck and I clearly wouldn’t mind having him in my bed. (-;

Tag list: @marvelismylife @the-winter-sokovian

Originally posted by randomimaginesx

               It was a little past 10 and the love of your life was nowhere to be seen in the room the two of you shared. He tends to be working on something that would end up with him staying up most of the night or until you go in search for him. Well, tonight you wanted to fall asleep in his arms and you were going to do anything it takes to make it happen.

               You slid off you silk nightgown, along with you panties. You walked over to the closet and pulled out one of his button up shirts, slipping your arms into the sleeves buttoned the buttons up to the middle of your breasts. You looked at yourself in the full length mirror on the back of the closet door. Once you thought you looked perfect, after adjusting the shirt a little to show off the top curve of your breast. Charles had a thing for leaving dark marks on the top and bottom of your breasts, you never minded actually you loved it.

               You walked out of the room, walking down the hall and down the stairs. You saw Hank as you made your way to Charles study. Knowing damn well he would be there, books spread over his desk. Which at the moment you didn’t mind if it was you instead. God knew you wanted to be under him so bad and tonight you were damn sure you were going to get exactly what you wanted.

               You stood at the door of his study, leaning up against the door jamb watching him. He looked so handsome as he concentrated on one of the books in front of him. You pushed yourself off the door jamb and made your way over to him. You knew he noticed your presence but he hadn’t looked at you and saw what you were and weren’t wearing. You walked around his desk and slid your hands over his shoulders, squeezing lightly which caused him to groan at the pressure.

               “Hello love.” He didn’t take his eyes off the book in front of you.

               “Hi, my sweet.” You leaned down slightly to whisper in his ear. “What are you working on tonight?”

               “Just a little something for Hank, he asked me to look up a few things for him.” His hand skimmed over the book as he looked for the information he needed. You were now starting to get annoyed that he hasn’t even looked up at you. He was so into what he was doing.

               You slid softly into his lap, wrapping your right arm around his neck and placed your head on his shoulder. He finally looked down at what you were wearing.

               “Is that my shirt, love?” His voice was a bit low but his eyes went right back to his book.

               “Yes it is. Do you know what time it is, my darling Charles.” All he did was hum, his eyes working their way across his book. “It’s almost 11 and you should be coming to bed.”

               You started to place soft kisses along his jaw. You could tell he was trying to concentrate on what he was doing but you weren’t going to give up so easily. Not while wearing his shirt, just his shirt. You started to make your way down the left side of his neck. His concentration was wearing very thin and you were becoming very aware of how hard you were making him. He still hasn’t figured out that you were not wearing any panties, well until he took his right hand and slid it up your exposed leg to the bottom hem of the shirt. The shirt barely covered your ass but you knew he loved seeing you in his shirts. As his hand slid under the shirt his head shot up and looked you dead in the eyes, conveying his shock.

               “Really, love. You came all the way down here to come fetch me for bed while you’re wearing just my shirt?” Now you had his attention.

               “Oh sweetheart. You think I would come all the way down here, wearing this and only this. Just to come get you to come to bed?” You looked at him completely innocently. You bit your lip and stood up from his lap. You started to walk towards the door before you stopped and turned to look at him. He was turned on and you could see it in his eyes. “If you want to see what else I’m not wearing, you have to come to bed.” You smirked at him before you walked out of the room. You heard his chair slide back as he stood up. You managed to get to the bottom of the stairs before you saw him walking towards you with a smile on his face. At that moment, you decided to run up the stairs and towards your room. You heard him laugh just before he started to run after you.

               You had managed to get to the room before he grabbed a hold of you. “Now that’s not nice, my love.” He was slightly out of breath from running. “You can’t turn me on like that then get away that easily.”

               “Who said I wanted to get away?” You looked at him. Your eyes conveyed love and lust for the man in front of you. “I just didn’t want the edge of your desk digging into my lower back like last time.” ‘God that was fucking amazing.’

               He leaned down, pressing his lips to the side of your neck like you did to him. “I clearly remember not complaints last time.” He bit the side of your neck softly, pulling a moan from your lips. His hands started to undo the buttons of the shirt you were wearing, revealing that you weren’t wearing a bra ether. “Fuck.” His voice was low as he placed his forehead against your, looking down at you as the shirt laid open exposing you to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands skimmed down your sides to your thighs. “Jump.” You didn’t need to be told twice. You jumped as his hands held you against him. He didn’t realize how wet you were until he grinded himself into you, causing the both of you to moan at the friction.

               He walked you to the bed and laid you down. You scooted up to the pillows as he climbed up the bed like a predator, kissing and nibbling his way up your legs. He skipped over the place where you really needed him the most. He placed a kiss on your hips before continuing his ascend up your body. He reached your breasts, one hand slid over one breast as his mouth took the other. He grazed his teeth across the nipple causing you to through your head back and moan. Your hands weaved their way into his hair, gently raking your nails against his scalp drawing a moan from him. It sent shivers down your spine as you felt the vibrations against your breast. He released your nipple with a wet pop then doing the same thing to the other. You tugged slightly at his hair, causing him to look up at you. His eyes were completely blown with lust and by god you loved it. He bit down on the tops of your breasts, leaving marks there just like he always does before making his way to your neck. He nibbled and sucked at your neck, almost like you did to him. He dragged whimpers and wanton moans from you.

               “Charles, please.” You were practically begging him, you only hoped that he would give you what you wanted.

               “Oh love. You think you could tease me like you did and get away with it.” His voice was low and husky, making his accent even more. It sent shivers down your spine and you moaned. His right hand slipped down your body until it was buried in between your legs. Running his fingers through your folds, flicking your clit from time to time. He then inserted a single finger which caused you to arch your back off the mattress, moaning his name softly like a prayer. He started work his finger inside you as his lips attached themselves to you neck, leaving small dark marks. When he was satisfied with what he had done, his lips captured yours. His tongue skimming over your bottom lip, you parted your lips allowing him to slip in. Your tongues fought for dominance but he won like always. He added another finger as he continued to work your pussy. You threw your head back against the pillow and moaned loud, he took this movement to attack your neck again.

               “Fuck, Charles. God please.” You moaned, his stubble covered chin grazing the soft skin of your collar bone. He knew you were getting close. He lifted his head and saw the way you looked, a thin layer of sweat covered your exposed skin and your hair fanned out over the pillow. To him, you were prefect. To him, you were his everything.

               “As you wish, my love.” He withdrew his fingers from you, causing you to whimper in protest. Which didn’t last long when he buried his face in between your legs.

               “FUCK!” You moaned, bordering on a scream. Your hands instantly buried themselves in his hair, keeping him in place the best you could. His tongue pushing past your folds, entering you. He started to fuck you with his tongue. His pace matched the pace that he had when he finger fucked you. You were getting closer to the edge and he knew it. He slipped his fingers back inside you as his lips attached themselves on your clit. He felt your walls tighten around his fingers.

               “Cum for me love.” Just like that, your body obeyed his order. He worked you through your orgasm, lapping at everything you offered him. He moved back up your body once he knew he got everything. His lips attached yours, you moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips. You could feel him hard and heavy against your hip. You needed him inside you, NOW.

               You slid your hand down in between your bodies, gripping him. You stroked him slightly before you aligned him at your entrance. He took this and pushed his way into you. Stopping when he bottomed out, filling you completely. Both of you moaned at the sensation.

               “Fuck, darling.” He held himself over your body with one elbow next to your shoulder as he buried his other into your hair while your arms were wrapped around his shoulders. You looked into each other’s eyes, his blue eyes were as bright as ever while being completely blown. You nodded your head, letting him know he could move. He slowly pulled out of you, leaving the head of his cock still buried inside you. With force, he slammed into making you cry out in pleasure. He kept this pace up. The sounds of skin slapping skin mixed with the sounds of your moans filled the room. Nether of you caring if anyone heard you, you were so wrapped up in each other that the world could end and you would be happy.

               He kept this pace up, fast and brutal. He was getting close and you knew it. You felt him twitch inside you, which caused you to moan louder. “Charles.” You moaned, digging your nails into his back which caused him to fuck into you harder. If that was even possible.

               “I know, my love. I right there with you. Now cum for me.” Your body shook hard as your orgasm wreaked over you. Cumming hard around him, dragging him over the edge with you. He bit down on your shoulder, causing you to scream in pleasure as he began to cum. He continued to work inside you, milking your orgasms as long as possible before collapsing on top of you. His face buried in the crook of your neck as he laid there, catching his breath. Both of you covered in sweat and it honestly didn’t bother you. He lifted his head and saw the mark on your shoulder. “I am so sorry love. I didn’t mean to bite that hard.” He looked down at you, his eyes were filled with regret for it.

               “Darling, there is no need to be sorry. I loved it and I love you.” His eyes softened when he looked into yours. Your eyes showed love, compassion, and adoration for the man above you. All he did was nod his head before getting up and walking into the bathroom and returning with a warm wet washcloth. He cleaned you up and tossed it into the laundry basket across the room. He slid under the covers and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. You buried your face into his chest, you loved it when you cuddled after he just literally fucked you into the mattress.

               “Now, darling.” He kissed the top of your head as he started to run his fingers through your hair. “The next time you tease me remember this.” You looked up at him. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

               “Oh my Charles. You think that was teasing?” You smirked up at him. “I should show you what I do when I tease.”


Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.

James McAvoy as Robbie Turner in Atonement (2007)


ᴅᴀᴠɪᴅ ʜᴀʟʟᴇʀ // ʟᴇɢɪᴏɴ 

Somehow the monster was watching and it found me and like a haunted house, he possessed me. And that made me sick. It poisoned me my whole life. It made me crazy and it fed on me. It was weak but I made it stronger, my powers. And it kept feeding.

Why Charles Always Wins Arguments
  • Erik: I hate you.
  • Charles: I hate me too.
  • Erik: How could you hate yourself? You are the kindest and most gracious being to ever walk the earth. You are the light of my life. You are the most generous person to exist, Charles. Without you I would be nothing. Whoever made you feel this way must be destroyed. You are a delicate flower and you must be protected at all costs. How could you feel this way, my love?
  • Charles: Gotcha bitch
baby it'll be okay

summary: charles xavier loves with a passion, but sometimes his significant other needs to love him for the both of them.

warning: depression and all that comes with it

author note: james mcavoy is pretty much my life tbh

Originally posted by mcavoy

It isn’t that he hates himself, because he doesn’t, it’s more that sometimes the entire world is standing on his chest and his own thoughts run around in his head until he just can’t anymore. He doesn’t want to teach, he doesn’t want to eat, he doesn’t want to help save the world, he just wants to lay in bed. Worst of all, he can’t just lay in his bed.

He feels empty most of the time. Sometimes though, he can hear his students thoughts and their own worry for him and guilt and anxiety claw at him and consume him because what if he isn’t really a good professor, what if they all hate him because of his bad days, what if what if what if. At these times, he prefers the emptiness.

Of course, he can’t afford to lay in bed so he goes to class and teaches, but all the students know. It be hard to miss. And he sits with them at lunch and dinner and they still know because he isn’t eating. None of them mention it though because then he gets in a furor mood and his students distance themselves and it hurts.

They don’t mean it, they don’t mean to hurt him. They just don’t know what to do because they’re honestly still kids. He doesn’t blame them for it either. They don’t deserve that.

These days are rare though, most of the time he can push away everything–telepathy, he realizes, has its ups and downs. Only when his mind is too weak to push it all away does it happen. Maybe he’s lucky, other people can’t push it away at all.

And then, there’s her. She’s younger than him, early twenties, and she could do anything she wanted with her life, but she doesn’t leave him. She lays beside him at night and runs her fingers through his hair and kisses him and loves him like she promised she would. Then sometimes she pushes him around outside when it’s warm and everything is blossoming. He could listen to her voice all day, it’s blissful. However, he can’t find a reason why she stays. She’s a mutant, yes, and the mansion is for mutants, but why she stays with him.Especially on the days that he isn’t himself.

“Hey Hank,” she runs her hand across the back of Charles’s wheelchair as she veers off from his side, allowing him to make his way to lunch in his own, “I’ve really been meaning to ask you about the telekinetic thing.”

Hank smiles back to her, like he always does, “oh yeah, of course, I’ve been working on that headset you asked for.”

Glancing back at Charles, she smiles to him, “I’ll be at lunch in a minute, okay?” He nods in agreement and watches as the two walk off, whispering about the headset he had been working on.

Charles only pauses for a moment, thinking about whether or not to dig inside either of their heads, before continuing on his way. Today is a good day and there isn’t much of a reason to do so. He knows Hank, he knows her. The thoughts that try to overrun his mind are just that–thoughts.

It’s ten minutes later and she’s sitting beside him. Watching to make sure he eats. He does, but the world is pressing down again and yes, it had been awhile since the last time his mind became a battlefield but he really didn’t want it to happen again. The pain and emptiness followed by the drastic emotional changes always had him on the verge of crying.

She looks to Charles, “I was thinking, how about tonight we go out? Get dinner, just the two of us. Everyone’ll be fine without us for a couple of hours and it has been awhile.”

He leans over and takes her hand, smiling big, “of course love. It has been too long. But these kids are going to be terrible when we get back.”

She shakes her head and laughs because he was right. They were liable to find them hanging from the rafters with Hank duct taped to a chair.

In retrospect, he always ruins things. Whether it’s because he can’t keep inside his own mind or because his wheelchair can’t go certain places or because he’s just himself, he knew that it was going to happen. And of course, it ruined it for her because he hadn’t had one of his bad days in a very long time and it just had to start the night they were supposed to go out and–

He just doesn’t have the motivation to do anything. He knows that he should want to go out. God, he craves it. But he still can’t force himself into going because she’ll know how he feels and then she’ll be angry with him and–

She’s already angry. He knows it because he started to dig inside her mind but he can’t tell if she’s angry at him or if she’s just angry in general. Probably a little bit of both and he gets it.

He places his face in his hands as he sits behind his desk. He just went from completely and crazily happy to the verge of tears in what seems like nothing more than a minute.

I’m sorry. He doesn’t realize he didn’t say it out loud but he continues with the mantra, because he is sorry that he feels this way. That sometimes he’s completely empty on the inside and he can’t love her like he’s supposed to. He should be able to love her like he’s supposed to.

She brushes her hand through his hair and pulls his face from his hands. Placing her own on either side of his face, “I love you Charles. And, we’re going to figure this out.“

Relationships are a give and take, she’s told him that before. Sometimes it isn’t always 50-50. Sometimes it’s 90-10 or the opposite. Sometimes she’s the 10 and he’s the 90, but right now he’s the 10 and she’s the 90.

He presses his lips together, his muscles are taut, his throat is screaming, this isn’t right.

She’s almost laughing, “I know it isn’t,” sitting on his desk with her hands still placed firmly against his face. Thumb rubbing soothingly against his cheek bone, “but baby, it’ll be okay.”

He sits there for a long moment. Staring at her blank minded. It’s honestly a first for him and he wonders if this has something to do with her telekinesis. Like it’s branched off to something more. Something specifically to keep him calm. It’s then that he notices the headset. Two barely visible pieces of metal right above her ears. Obviously Hank’s creation–to help–not for extended periods of time, but long enough to calm him down.

He jerks a little but doesn’t move, all the thoughts being blocked from his head relieving the constant headache, “I don’t want to feel this way anymore. Telepathy isn’t a burden, I need it to stop feeling like one.”

She’s still angry but it’s not the same. “I understand.” She doesn’t, not at all, and they both know this. But she wants to and that is enough.

Charles Xavier- Soulmate au

Request: charles x reader soulmate au where you see in black and white until you meet your soulmate and when they die you stop seeing colors again: so y/n and charles are soulmates and stuff(you can pick the timeline, like if its after first class or w/e) and then y/n goes on a mission and everything’s cool until charles’ sight suddenly goes black and white? after that you can do whatever you want 💕 thanks!

Hello to you all. I had a lot of fun with this request… however it might be a little longer than I thought it would be. Hope you all enjoy.

~Much love, Ive

Y/E/C = Your eye colour
Y/H/C = Your hair colour

Charles’ POV

I’d been able to see in colour now for almost a year. I couldn’t imagine the world without having Y/N’s Y/E/C eyes looking in my own.

“Hey, Charles.” She called from the doorframe as she swung into the room.

“Yes?” I answered raising my eyebrows up at her and her rosy cheeks and shiny, Y/H/C hair. I was never going to get how amazing the world was in colour.

“I just wanted to come and spend some time with you before my mission tomorrow.” She smiled as she plonked down next to me on the couch. The rest of the afternoon was spent cuddling on the couch with the occasional kiss in between conversation… well it was more a little conversation between kisses.

The next morning Y/N left early so I stumbled out of bed to see her and the others off. I waved them all goodbye noticing how brightly yellow their X-men uniforms were. Y/N ran back to me, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard.

“Be careful, okay.” I whispered, our foreheads touching.

“I always am.” She smiled back before I kissed her nose and she ran off to join the others who all made kiss faces back at her. I waved right until they were out of sight. I hated not being there in missions but I needed to let them do things on their own, they were really a talented group of young people.

A few days passed, with me occasionally checking in on them through my mind, these were the moments my powers really came in useful. Y/N assured me everything was going fine and they’d be back home tomorrow morning. I still spent half of my time worrying about them but I needed to busy myself in books or something to keep myself sane. I really did hate it when she was gone. I was about halfway through a chapter of my latest book when suddenly the Red couch I was sitting on slowly faded to grey. My heart felt like it was in my throat. I knew what this meant. It meant she was gone. Dead. She had to be or else why did the world suddenly go back to black and white. She couldn’t be dead… she just couldn’t. If she were I don’t know what I would do with myself. She was my soulmate and there was no one else in the world that would ever bring the colour back into my life. When my brain started to register this my eyes started to fill with tears until the whole black and white room was blurry. Something must’ve gone wrong, I pulled my head into my hands and let the sobs come. No one was around and no would care if the tears never stopped. It took me far to long to realise I could use my powers to contact the others. I tried and I tried to find them but my despair made my powers more difficult to control and for some reason I just could not pick up on anyone. I had to spend the rest of the night not knowing what had happened to my soulmate. After tossing and turning all night, holding back sobs and spending hours staring at the wall in denial I heard the front door open.

I hauled myself down the stairs to greet what was left of the team. It took all of two seconds for the colour to slowly start to return as I saw her, her arms around the shoulder of Alex and Hank as they held her up. But she was there, she was still here and still alive. My heart thumped in my chest and I ran towards her and hugger her as tightly as I humanly could.

“I thought you were dead.” I did all I could to hold back my sobs as I held her in my arms, something I thought I’d never get to do again.

“Charles, you’re crushing me.” She said wincing. I pulled back and apologised. I helped her over the couch so she could sit and wrapped her up in my arms the minute she was seated. Y/N leaned into me and nuzzled her head into my shoulder.

“What happened to you?” I stammered.

“Well, technically I did die. My heart stopped. The mission just went astray and… I… I fell but I mean I’m okay now. Just sore.” She reassured me the best she could.

“But why could I still see in black and white?”

“I’m guessing it was becasue I did technically die and then we didn’t re-meet again since I was re-alive.” She explained the best she could, weirdly through her somewhat made up words it actually made sense.

“You know I’m never letting you on another mission without me again, right?” I said kissing the top of her head and finally letting myself relax, knowing that the love of my life was alive and going to be with me forever.

I’m good, I’m fine
This life’s divine
No hate, no shame
No one to blame
You might despise
Your life with lies
I won’t chastise
Even if you think you can.

-Hater, KORN 

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I love Charles Xavier with all my heart! ♥

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I’m here - James McAvoy x Reader

warnings: major character illness/death, quite sad

summary: Exactly one year after it happened you finally bring yourself to visit your spot. Unaware of how this will change your life forever.

a/n: inspired by Free People’s “The Letter”


It had been a three hour drive when you finally pulled into the small road that led to your cabin in the woods. You had spent every summer up here. You smiled as you got out of the car breathing in the familiar air.

With the wind blowing through your hair all the memories came flooding back.

It felt like an eternity since you had last been here. A peculiar feeling.

You strolled through the small house, running your fingers through the floral curtains and embracing every memory they brought with them. 

You could hear the birds singing in the garden which brought the memory of this one wild karaoke night back.

The tap in the kitchen was apparently still leaking which made you remember the time James and you went skinny dipping in the middle of a storm. You chuckled.

When you walked into the bedroom you felt at home. You smelled a pillow from his side of the bed as a single tear rolled down your cheeks. 

You turned around to the bedside table staring at all these pills. You felt your stomach turn around and your chest tighten. You couldn’t bear reliving those memories.

You walked into the garden and sat down under your favourite tree when you felt something metallic under the leaves. It turned out to be a small box and when you opened it you found an old picture of you and James on your first date. You remembered the story behind the photo so clearly. Obviously no one takes a picture on the first date. But your best friend was a huge fan of James and couldn’t believe a famous actor actually hit on you. So you basically took the photo for her. You were certain he would be creeped out by it but he found it cute.

With the photo there was a letter in the box. You held your breath as you carefully opened it.

“Dear Y/N

It was time I suppose, we all come and go. 

That’s the truth of things, 

things between us may not have always been easy but when I think of my life, 

I think of you, how far you have gone, the woman you have become. 

There will be moments in your life that will be hard, 

it’s okay. 

Don’t forget to smile. 

To love. 

To be young before you are old. 

It’s okay to hold on tight, 

and to let go… 

Be present, look around you, this world it feels so big. 

Remember, I’m here.”

You held the letter to your chest tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“I know, my love. I know.”

Imagine: You and James are dating and he is jealous of how close you and your best friend are but he doesn’t know your best friend is gay

Request: Can I have a James Mcavoy one where we’re dating and I have a best guy friend and James is jealous of him but he doesn’t know he’s gay and I spend alot of time with my best friend and one day James fights with me and I want to explain but he won’t let me and I go to my friends house and he comforts me and after weeks my best friend calls James and explains everything even that he is gay and James regrets everything and he asks me to come home and I do and he apologizes and we are back together with alot of fluff in the end? 

James x Reader

Warnings: There’s fluff but other than that not really

A/N: Hey guys this is my first ever like story imagine! I hope its not too awful! Also if you have any request just send them in my ask or you can submit your own!

It had been a long day so you decide to go see your best friend, Danny. You walk into the living room and start to put on your shoes as your boyfriend, James, asks you where you are going.

“I’m going to hang out with Danny babe” You said

He rolled his eyes “Again you just saw him a few days ago!”

“Yeah but babe he’s my best friend and I miss him an–”

“Are you cheating on me with him?” he asked stopping you mid sentence. All you could do is stand there and stare at him with your mouth hanging slightly open.

You stood there and finally said “Did you really just ask me that!?” with your jaw clenched. You can’t believe he would even ask that considering Danny was gay and you would never cheat on anyone because you hate cheaters. “Babe you do realize that Danny-”

“Listen all I’m saying is it seems like you want to be with him more than me!” he exclaims yelling. “So why don’t you just go be with him!” 

It all starts to be too much and tears start rolling down your cheeks “I can’t… I have to go..” You say as you run out of the apartment and going to Danny’s house because you have no where else to go.

1 week later

“Come on Y/N just call James I’m sure he’s sorry.” Danny says as you, him, and his boyfriend Max are sitting on his couch.

“He’s not sorry he thinks I’m cheating on him with you!”

“Doesn’t he know that Danny’s gay?” asks Max

“Not exactly–” you start “No wonder he thinks you’re cheating on him we are really close and spend a lot of time together! I would think you are cheating too!”

“I tried to tell him but he wouldn’t let me talk! Plus I can’t believe he would even think i would cheat on him!” 

“I think you should call him and explain.” said Max. I thought about it but being the stubborn person I am i said no.

“I’ll be right back..” said Danny

I look up and ask him where he is going. “I’m gonna go in the other room and order pizza for dinner.

Danny’s POV 

I walk into the other room an pull out my phone to call James. It rings a few times before he finally picks up.

“What do you want?” ask James

After he asks that I explain the whole situation how I’m gay and she tried to tell him and how she would never cheat on him because she loves him to much and she is upset he would even think that.

After I explain James says he will be over soon and I hang up.

Back to Y/N’s POV

After about 30 minutes the doorbell rings so i go to the kitchen and grab the plates while Max grabs the money and Danny gets the door. When I turn around I see James walking into the kitchen. I want to run and hung him because I missed him but i contain myself by telling myself I am mad at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me he was gay?”

“I tried but you wouldn’t let me explain.” You say

He looks down and then back up at you and says “I know I’m sorry i was just so upset and thought you were cheating and i wasn’t listening…I’m so so sorry i should have let you explain..” 

“Why would you ever think I was cheating on you?” You ask confused.

“I don’t know I was just jealous of how much time you guys were spending together and I started thinking you have found someone better than me and that you were going to leave me..” he says looking down

I take a couple steps forward until i am in front of him. I cup his cheeks in my hand and kiss him. After I kiss him I rest my forehead on his look into his eyes and say “You are everything and more that I want I would never take that away by cheating on you.” 

He looks at me with a happy glimmer in his eyes and says “Will you come home please?”

“Of course” you laugh

On your way home You guys picked up pizza and ice cream and watched movies and cuddled the rest of the night. While at home cuddling James wasn’t even watching the movie he was just watching you thinking about how lucky he was to have you again. “ I love you” he whispered in your ear. You looked at him and smiled from ear to ear, that beautiful smile that he loved, and said “I love you too.”

From then on James knew you were the one he wanted to be with and he would never let you slip away again he knew you were the love of his life and the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

I hope that wasn’t bad it was my first story imagine that i have ever done I hope it doesn’t suck too bad!               

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