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(There so many of these I did on Tumblr today oh my fucking god.)

 James McAvoy x daughter

1.

Normally, you wouldn't have been one to go and defy your dad's instructions, but you felt impulsive and let your friends convince you that going and getting shit-faced in some random field in Glasgow would have been a good idea. You and your dad were up visiting your grandparents, and James said you could go and see some of your friends, as long as you weren't doing anything stupid. But, you felt incredibly stupid as you sat in the backseat of your dad's car.

"Y/N, I swear to fuck, if you're anything other than drunk," You heard him murmur.

"I'm not even drunk!" You retorted. "I barely had anything to drink," You murmured. You tried your hardest to hide from your dad's stern gaze, but nothing could hide you from it.

"Right, and how am I supposed to believe you?" He asked you rhetorically. "I trusted you, Y/N." He said. You dipped your head and sighed, feeling disappointment weigh down on you. For the rest of the way home, you were completely silent. As your dad pulled into the drive and parked the car, he pulled you out and got you into the house, then sitting you down on the couch.

"Dad! Stop it!" James didn't listen, only standing in front of you, an angry look plastered onto his face.

"Now, I want you to tell me what the fuck you were thinking," He said angrily.

"I wasn't," You mumbled. Your dad chuckled and shook his right.

"Damn right, you weren't. How dare you, for one, go out somewhere you knew you weren't supposed to be, and two, try and get shit-faced drunk with a load of your pals." He said.

"Dad, I'm sorry," You said, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. "I really am." You assured him. James sighed and sat down beside you, putting his arm around you.

"I shouldn't be getting so angry with you, I did much worse when I was 16," He said. You smiled and nodded, going to speak. But as if your dad could read your mind, he interrupted you. "But you're still grounded." 

2.

"Y/N, don't leave, I told you you weren't going," Your dad said, giving you a warning look. You wanted to stomp your feet and groan about how unfair he was being, but it would just entirely cancel out the point you were trying to make.

"I only want to go to a concert, dad. I don't get why it's such a big fucking deal," You mumbled. James sighed and shook his head. "And anyway, I'm pretty sure you did much worse with gran and grandad when you were my age." You said.

"I did not," James said, pointing at you warningly. "I just don't want you going out all by yourself, only to not get in because you have no ID, then I need to come and pick you up." Your dad said. You spent a minute thinking before you chuckled.

"So it's not about you being overprotective, you just can't be arsed to come and pick me up if I don't get in?" You summarised to him. James nodded, making you roll your eyes. "Dad, I mean this in the nicest way possible, you are possibly the laziest bastard I know."

"Y/N Mcavoy, I am deeply honoured you think of me that way," He said, walking over to where you were stood near the front door. "Right, I'll let you go." He relented. A grin spread out onto your face and you wrapped your arms around him.

"Thank you!" You squealed. James put a tender kiss on the top of your head.

"But know if you don't answer your phone in the first three rings, I'm phoning the police."