𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

47 - [JM] Grinch

G R I N C H
noun [grinch]

A person or thing that spoils or dampens the pleasure of others.

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Imagine requested by Writer-For-Fandoms

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You stared at your laptop screen with pure disbelief. Your feelings were a mess of disappointment, anger, shock, guilt and misery... You didn't realise that people could be this inconsiderate.

Over every single social media platform that you use, fans of your husband, James McAvoy, went guns blazing into putting out comments and reactions filled with hatred.

You felt like slamming your laptop shut and throwing it out of the window... if only that would in actuality stop the hate from spreading and increasing.

You and James received the wonderful news that you were pregnant four months ago. You were thrilled at the news since both of you were looking forward to a change in your now monotonous routine.

But for obvious reasons, you didn't want to reveal it to the world. People already have a discomfort to the fact that there's around ten year gap between you and James. You despised that attitude from some people, judging your affections for each other solely around a number.

And as bad luck strikes after another, the news somehow escaped into the world and people started to pick on you and call you names, while majority of the extremist fans sided with James.

You got up from your seat at the table and walked around the room, biting your lip and contemplating over all the things you could have done wrong that caused all this hate to spike up.

You didn't do anything wrong... neither you nor James were arlt fault about anything.

But people who claimed to be fans continued to comment and pry into lives that they don't really have any rights to pass judgement about.

All you did was marry Ja-

"Love, are you alright?"

You turned to look at the door, spotting James standing with his hand around the door handle.

"Y-Yes I'm fine..." You replied flatly. You didn't want to lie to him but you didn't want to stress him out either.

He stepped closer to you and smiled sadly. "You're pacing around the room like you're scared that someone's tonight catch you doing something wrong," He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead, "What's wrong? Are you not well?"

You moved away from his hold and walked towards the room door, "I said I'm fine James. Don't waste your energy worrying about me."

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3 days later...

James stood by the TV with his arms crossed for the past fifteen minutes, staring at you with a frown and refusing to divert his attention while you watched a film.