Michael Fassbender / Reader
You had moved in London to achieve your dream of becoming a singer. You had made some friends online so you had connections and as a hobby you had agreed to perform in weddings and other similar events as a vocalist of a band that played danceable music. You had met a guy online with whom you had been briefly in cyber-love but it had ended quickly because of the distance and he had fallen in love with a real-life person, however you had stayed as good friends and still chatted almost daily. You had befriended also with the woman he was now about to marry.
Your band was hired to play for a couple of hours and you had been also invited as a guest. You arrived to the church and then moved with the guests to the party venue. There were lots of guests and you only knew a few of them.
- Congratulations to both of you! You look so happy! you said when it was your time to greet the happy couple.
- Thank you. We indeed are! the bride said and wiped a tear of pure joy off her cheek.
- Dear (Y/N), there is one guy here, a good friend of mine from my student years… I want you to meet him…
- What?
- Yeah, yeah… He is a great guy and you are a great girl. I think you would be perfect for each other!
- Oh, come on. Garret. This is your wedding… I didn’t come here for matchmaking.
- This is a celebration for love. I want you to find yours.
- Right. Who is the “lucky” bastard?
- See that guy in a gray suit over there? he said and pointed at a tall man with slightly light brown ginger-ish hair.
- Yes, Garret, I see him.
- Well… I expect you to go and talk to him.
- Ha!
- Alright then, I’ll tell him to come and ask you for a dance.
- No… I will be busy on the stage. No time to dance. you said, congratulated the couple once more and then moved on.
You found your seat, conveniently opposite to that man, who by the way paid no attention to you. You recognized him; Michael Fassbender. Yeah… for some reason your friend had thought that you should meet him and you both had been placed to the singles-table. You did not chat with him since he was kept busy by all the gorgeous women in the table and the only person who tried to have a conversation with you was some guy closer to 50 years than 30.
It was your time to go up on the stage anyway. You excused yourself when the host announced that the band would soon start playing. The first set lasted about 30 minutes and after that you took a break. You sat at the singles-table alone and drank your glass empty. You saw Garret talking to Michael and then pointing at you. Michael looked at your direction and smiled politely. After finishing the conversation with Garret he walked to you and asked you to dance.
- Hi, I’m Michael. Garret asked me to take you on the dance floor before you’ll return to the stage. He apparently thinks that you would be perfect for me. he said and sounded suspicious or sarcastic even.
- I see…
- But who am I to judge since he knows me quite well.
- Right…
- He told me that you are a fan…
- Did he now?
- Yep, and you would like to go out with me.
- Okay… this is getting awkward. Please stop…
- So how about that dance? he asked and offered his hand.
- Yeah, why not. you answered and stood up. You did not take his hand though. You walked to the dance floor but just as you were going to turn to face Michael the host signed you to come to the backstage. Apparently there was a problem.
- Sorry… I must take a rain check for that dance. you stated.
- Don’t worry, you aren’t my type anyway…
- Who is?
- Models and actresses. I have a strict no-no -policy with singers.
- Well isn’t that convenient. you said slightly annoyed.
Soon you returned on the stage and sang for an hour. Then there was a small break and the last half an hour of your set, then you were done with the band. Michael had left by the time you had managed to take the instruments and other band-stuff to the van. Garret walked to you when you were collecting the papers with lyrics and notes.
- So… How did it go with Michael? Isn’t he great!?
- He is something alright. you mumbled half aloud.
- So, did you schedule a date?
- No… he isn’t really my type…
- Are you saying that rich, talented, successful, tall and handsome is not your type?
- I guess I am.
- Since when?
- Come on… if it makes you feel any better, I wasn’t his type either.
- Really?
- Yeah… apparently models and actresses only. No singers.
- Really? I think I’ve seen him with a… he said and then shut his mouth instantly when he saw the look on your face. You looked hurt but before Garret had a chance to say anything, you flashed a smile and said
- So it was just me then. No worries. Anyway… thank you for trying and congratulations!
- I will talk with him tomor-
- No… please don’t. Please do not mention me unless he brings it up himself. And same goes for my number. You may give it… but only if he asks for it, and I mean clearly with words; Garret, can you give me (Y/N)s number?” Ok?
- Okay. But so you know that I do not like this… I was so sure that you two…
- Let’s not rub it in my face. Congratulations and goodnight. I will find Emily before I’ll leave and wish her goodnight personally as well.
You hugged Garret briefly, found Emily and then went home.
The weeks passed and you got invited to a house warming party at Garrets and Emilys home. You had not been told who else had been invited but you had been told that there were only few guests attending.
You took a bus to the neighborhood and walked slowly forward until you were at their house. You rang the doorbell and Emily came to open the door. You handed the gift you had bought for their new bigger apartment that they had gotten after the wedding. They had moved from the city center to the suburbs. You walked in and greeted the guests.
Michael was there also.
- Michael! Look who’s here! Garret shouted. He was a bit tipsy already and when he had been drinking he wasn’t exactly subtle or censored himself that much.
- Hi. you said and did a small hello –gesture with your hand as you blushed. Emily gave you a tour.
- So…
- Why no one told me that Michael was here?
- Is there something going on between you two?
- No! Uhm… no, not at all. It was just slightly awkward at the wedding and I had not expected to see him again… like… ever.
- Michael is one of our closest friends, even though he is famous and busy… it has not changed the friendship between Garret and him.
- And that is great!
- So it means that he will be around… Emily said and winked her eye at you.
- And I have no problem with that. you stated as you smirked to cover your state of irritation. You walked to the living room to join the others. There were games and you had been paired with one certain guest. You kept your cool anyway.
- How do you know Garret? Michael asked suddenly when you were left alone with him.
- I met him online and we started chatting… It was ages ago.
- Oh now I know who you are! He told me about you!
- Hm…
- There was a time that you two were pretty close…
- Well… how close can you be in a long distance friendship…
- If I remember correct, it was more than just friendship…
- Doesn’t matter. I had never planned to move in London anyway, so… I’m happy that he met Emily…
- Yes… he met Emily when you two were still…
- Like I said, it doesn’t matter. Emily is a wonderful person, there are no hard feelings from my part. you said and smiled. It had stung quite a lot when it had happened but now it was fine. But even though you were completely fine, honestly, with how the things had turned out, you still felt it was not a subject to be discussed in the presence of the couple in question.
- Do you ever think what might happened if you had booked a flight to London back then?
- No… I used to, but it has been so many years now and life goes on. you said with a thoughtful look on your face and with a hint of sadness in your voice. You emptied your glass and glanced at your phone. You were practically ready to try anything to change the subject. Michael however was clearly waiting for you to say something.
- But as I said before… I happy for them. you added after a moment of silence. The presence of Michael fascinated and irritated you at the same time. His rudeness had had no limits at the wedding and you suspected that he probably was full of himself anyway, besides he was asking way too personal questions.
- This is so strange; it feels like I knew you already. Michael stated. He had indeed heard a lot about you because he and Garret had been close friends since they were studying in the same university.
- So you became a singer…
- Yes and no. Singing is just a hobby… I work with computers. And you’re an actor…
- Yeah… Living the dream…
- That’s cool. you commented. After that you talked for a moment until you were interrupted by the others. After that you saw him in a couple of other gatherings and then there was a six-month period that he wasn’t attending to any of the parties and so on. “Figured” you thought to yourself since you had actually started to enjoy talking with him and maybe even gotten attracted to him, again.
It was Christmas. Garret and Emily were hosting a party, or it was more like they had invited you because they did not want you to spend the Christmas alone. You had told them that it was no biggie and you did not want to intrude but there was no way Garret was going to give up.
You took a cab there because the public transportation had stopped around midday on the Christmas Eve. You had bought the couple a present and decorated it with red and silver-colored ribbons.
You knocked the door. Garret opened it and let you in.
- Merry Christmas! he said and hugged you.
- Likewise. you answered as you handed him the gift basket.
- What did you… he mumbled as he glanced through the things; wine, apples, biscuits, spices, flowers and candles.
- You really didn’t have to…
- I know… but I wanted to… Where is Emily? you asked and took off your jacket.
- She’s in the living room. Come… he said and you followed him into the living room. You saw Emily chatting with Michael on the sofa. She stood up to hug you and then sat down next to Garret on another sofa leaving you the only seat available; it was next to Michael. You sat down.
- (Y/N) brought us a basket full of…
- Nothing special, really… you interrupted Garret.
- You’re being too humble! If it’s from you, it’s special. Emily stated. You smiled.
- So you’re back… you said and looked at Michael. He was tanned and looked as good as ever. His tan really brought out the iciness of his eye color.
- Yes. I was shooting a film in California and therefore I’ve missed all the parties and gatherings here. Did you miss me? he asked casually.
- Well of course! you joked and laughed. He chuckled as well. The truth was that you had secretly missed him. You were not proud of it but it was something you could not control. You had been quite successfully over him until you had now seen him again.
Michael told funny stories about the shooting, how he had almost broken his nose while practicing a fighting scene with a stunt coordinator. Emily and Garret talked about the things that had happened in London. You listened silently and laughed occasionally. It was dinner time and after finishing the meal you passed Michael as you were heading back to the living room.
- Hey… he said. You stopped and turned around.
- What?
- Mistletoe. he said.
- Huh? you asked. He pointed up to the green thing that was hanging from the doorway.
- What about it?
- Fine… I’ll let you off the hook this time. But only once. he joked and followed you to the living room. You sat on the sofa and Michael sat on the other sofa this time. Garret and Emily came there too soon and there were light conversations about casual topics.
However Michael kept looking at you, like he had been reading your mind. It made you feel a bit uncomfortable to be honest; like the air had left the room suddenly. You excused yourself and went to the backyard to get some fresh air. The only way there from the living room was through the dining area and therefore under the Mistletoe. You glanced on it on your way out briefly and chuckled.
When you came back in you saw Michael standing in the doorway again. You walked to the kitchen, took a glass and filled it with cold water. He followed your every move very closely.
You leaned to the kitchen counter as you sipped the water.
- Why are you standing there? you asked. Michael did not answer. You put the glass in the sink and then took a big breath before you walked to the dining room on your way back to the living room. You casually approached Michael and did not take even one glance at the green thingy hanging over his head. When you were at the doorway, suddenly he put his arm in front of you and blocked the way.
- I told you before… I let you off the hook only once and this is the second time you’re trying to avoid Christmas traditions.
- And what tradition would that be? you asked.
- The Mistletoe –tradition….
- I wouldn’t know anything about that since my family doesn’t really celebrate Christmas with traditional… traditions. you stated as you bent down your back and went under his arm. “Ha! (Y/N) one, Michael zero” you thought and chuckled in your mind. You turned to face him and bowed in a theatrical way with a smirk on your face.
Emily came from the living room to see what was keeping you two.
- Emily dear, (Y/N) is not respecting our traditions… Michael said.
- And what tradition are we talking about? she asked, although she had a pretty good idea according to the location where he was standing.
- The Mistletoe –tradition. She told me that her family doesn’t practice it and therefore she does not know what it is.
- Maybe you should educate her. she said, grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back to the doorway.
- Now, stay. she said as she took her hands off your shoulders and returned to the living room. You heard Garret asking “what is going on there?” and Emily answering “it’s finally going to happen!”
You stood in the doorway facing Michael.
- So… where were we? he asked and smiled a little as he stroked a lock of your hair with his fingers.
- Oh yes… the tradition… he said and smiled more widely.
- I think you know… he whispered as he leaned closer. He stared into your eyes with his icy blue orbs. You did not dare to look away; his look was both mesmerizing and dangerous.
- Are you two having a staring contest? Garret shouted from the living room because he had been spying a little on what was happening.
- You’re distracting, Garret! Michael answered, not shifting his gaze. Even his gaze was enough alone to make your heart drum faster and cause the butterflies fly frantically around in your stomach.
He placed his hands on your cheeks and slowly pressed his lips on yours. His lips were warm and soft as he pushed you against the wall. He moved his hand behind your head and tucked his fingers in your hair. You wrapped your arms around him. The kiss lasted for a long time and when he finally released your lips your head was spinning. He chuckled with a slightly mischievous tone, and as you were about to return to the living room, he grabbed your waist and pressed you against the wall in an almost rough manner and kissed you like his life had depended on it. He buried his face into your neck and kissed the sensitive skin under your ear. He murmured into your ear that your scent was intoxicating and suggested that you would spend the rest of the Christmas with him, practicing one certain tradition.