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its-only-v · 2 years ago

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Best Shows of 2022

Yes, I'm putting this on Tumblr after 2022 has ended. Yes, it's also entirely too long with 30+ shows and all categories that I made myself.

The Best Show That Feels Like an Extended Award-Winning Cut of a Movie

And yes, I mean it in a good way, and not in the way that it should’ve been a movie and not a tv show. Slow Horses made the time fly by and it was so excellent that its second season is already airing right now and the show just came out in March. A big reason to watch it is also Gary Oldman, who plays one of the leads in the show. He’s also announced that he’ll be retiring after it ends - but don’t worry, it won’t be anytime soon because Apple has already renewed it for third and fourth seasons. How is that for a stamp of approval?

The Show with the Superhero in Most Desperate Need of a Therapist

On one hand, we have Peacemaker who has daddy issues (understandably so) and survivor’s guilt. On the other hand, there’s everyone in The Boys. We have definite psychopath Homelander and possible psychopath Soldier Boy and what’s Butcher doing this season with superpowers? But I doubt a therapist would be safe from the maniacs in The Boys so I’ll give this one to Peacemaker who would make better use of the help and not kill the therapist (this guarantee doesn’t extend to Vigilante).

The Show with the Highest Tension

This one’s a tie between The Bear and Severance. And what a surprise, both of them have the workplace as the central setting. Besides what I’ve already said about them in separate editions dedicated just to them, do I need to say more? Fine, here’s one line - it’s best to go in blind for Severance because you want to be surprised and I’ve watched The Bear all the way through three times.

The Best Show About Worst Career Changes That Sort of Work Out

A tie and both of these are comedy shows. Killing It follows Craig (Craig Robinson) an entrepreneur-turned-python hunter in Florida and Our Flag Means Death follows Steve Bonnet (Rhys Darby), a gentleman-turned-pirate. Both of them should not be doing what they’re doing but they do it anyway and it manages to sort of kind of work out along with hilarious situations along the way.

The Show with the Weirdest Relationship

Nobody can explain the plot of The Time Traveler’s Wife in a way that doesn’t make you narrow your eyes. Clare (Rose Leslie) first meets her husband Henry (Theo James) as a little girl when he travels back in time to a clearing near her house as an adult. She grows up falling in love with him because who wouldn’t (and she finds out that he’s already married her in the future so it’s destiny)? But it’s technically okay because he keeps his distance (and it’s not like he time/space travels on purpose) and he’s actually first met her as an adult when she’s an adult too (who has been in love with him since her childhood so is it acceptable?). It was cancelled after the first season because of the entire HBO/Warner Bros/Discovery disaster of a merger so we won’t be exploring more complexities of this relationship but it was interesting to watch while it lasted.

The Show with the Best Fictional Criminals

Sprung makes having a crew seem fun. You’d love to hang out with them and commit crimes (for legal purposes, this is a joke and I’m not condoning crime). We also had some white-collar crime in the new season of Industry but I’ll give them the leeway that crime isn’t their full-time job.

The Show with the Best Real-Life Criminals

This category was previously going to be called best shows based on real life, but then all the characters were fans of shady business practices. The contenders include WeCrashed (about WeWork), Super Pumped (about Uber), The Dropout (about Theranos) and Black Bird (about getting a criminal to get a serial killer to confess) (let’s pretend Inventing Anna didn’t happen for the sake of my sanity). Black Bird is the clear winner here. It has Taron Egerton and Paul Walter Hauser giving their career-best performances and the show feels like a spiritual successor to True Detective and Mindhunter, which elevates it even more.

The Best Show About Teenagers Falling in Love with Teens Who Act Their Age

This was a difficult one to pick with very strong top three contenders - the new season of Young Royals, the last season of Love Victor, and Heartstopper. But, at the end, how could this not go to Heartstopper that’s romantic, wholesome, cute, and does not fail to put a big smile on your face? (The characters of The Sex Lives of College Girls are also teenagers but the second season is still airing so jury’s still out on that and if they all look & act like teenagers or rather young adults is up for debate)

The Show with the Best Power Couple

George (Morgan Spector) and Bertha Russell (Carrie Coon) from The Gilded Age, overcome the absolute drabness of their names to be the best power couple in television this year, not just in a period drama. Doing a bad relationship is easy. A great relationship? Tricky. Especially when it happens to be set in the past, with all its problematic period-accurate outlook. But Julian Fellowes has aced it (Bridgerton, please take note so you can have Season 2’s promising couple back for the third season, which didn’t happen this year).

The Show with the Most Toxic Couple

Yes, I said doing a bad relationship is easy. But - hear me out. Doing a toxic relationship with such compelling characters who happen to have insane chemistry? Louis (Jacob Anderson) and Lestat (Sam Reid) from Interview with the Vampire will make you go from thinking they-should-be-together-forever to please-someone-enforce-a-restraining-order. And as a bonus, there are multiple toxic relationships to go around along with toxic traits that don’t include ripping people’s heads or organs off their bodies (murder can be excused but Lestat, don’t open your relationship if you’re going to throw a fit once your partner takes you up on it and definitely don’t turn a teenager into a vampire to have an adoptive child to save your marriage). Runner-up goes to The Great, which had its second season air this year, with a couple that would also gladly kill each other but at least they’re honest about where they stand.

The Sexiest Show with Queer Vampires

How is this a category? How can this not be a category when you have What We Do in the Shadows’ latest season, and new shows including Interview with the Vampire, Reginald the Vampire, Vampire Academy, and First Kill all airing in the same year? Vampires definitely had a resurgence this year and not just on television (Dracula Daily was also a phenomenon this year and we had the iconic Morbius that needs no introduction and the overlooked Netflix film Day Shift with Jamie Foxx and Dave Franco as vampire hunters). But all of this is just to say that yes, Interview with the Vampire wins again, and Guillermo from WWDITS would agree and we should take his word for it.

The Best Show About Making Money Off the Female Gaze

Minx and Welcome to Chippendales both have businesses trying to capitalize on the female gaze - the first with a magazine and the second with a troupe of male strippers. Since Welcome to Chippendales is still airing and I’m not entirely convinced it’ll stick the landing, Minx wins this one by default but it’s also a very strong show which might have won anyway.

The Best Show To Take You On a Vacation

Or, more specifically, Italy. Yes, the second season of The White Lotus wasn’t the only show with a scenic Italian setting this year. While at the time of writing The White Lotus hasn’t ended yet, I know Mike White isn’t going to lead us astray. The other show that takes you on a vacation in Italy during Mussolini’s era is Hotel Portofino, which weaves in beautiful locales, interesting characters, history, and a mystery to keep you hooked till the end of the season.

The Show with the Best Murder Victim

The Afterparty. RIP Xavier (Dave Franco), you were a superstar blessed with predicting your own death in your music video. (Bonus points for the song being a banger, with the creators filming the full music video even though it wasn’t in the show and releasing a full EP by the character on Spotify).

The Show with the Most Underrated Detective

With a lot of criminals come a lot of criminal catchers. You know the trio of Only Murders in the Building but I bet you’ve not heard of Bell Prescott from Panhandle is a genius crime solver and there couldn’t have been a more fitting name for him for the way he acts. Luke Kirby (who you might know as Lenny Bruce from The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel - also the only good part of this year’s new season which I didn’t like much) plays the lead - he manages to solve years of unsolved cases all while not having stepped out of his Florida mansion (that he shares with his mother and pet crocodile) since the death of his wife (whose presence he still hallucinates). Also, like any crime-solving genius, he also gets an assist from a sidekick (rookie cop Tiana Okoye) who makes up for his flaws, making them an epic crime-solving duo.

The Best Supernatural Show NOT About Vampires

Well, not exclusively anyway. Supernatural Academy is my pick for this one, which won't entirely be a surprise. It was such a well-made show and had so much mature storytelling than I was expecting from it. I was also considering The Bastard Son & The Devil Himself because that was such a good show but it only picked up about halfway through and now it's been cancelled with just the first season on Netflix. While there hasn't been any news of Supernatural Academy's second season, I'm more hopeful of Peacock keeping shows going than Netflix at this point so I hope we'll see more of it.

The Best Show About Shows

Please take a moment to acknowledge the meta commentary by the placement of this category at the end. Thank you.

There are multiple shows in this category and all are winners. The Rehearsal is technically a reality show that also shows you what goes into the making of a reality show. We also have Reboot for scripted fiction, which you’ve probably guessed from the title is a show about the making of a reboot that also happens to have an all-star comedy cast. If we extend the definition of a show to all types of shows because why not, we also have Hacks, whose new season was about the making of a new stand-up show on the road. Also an excellent watch.

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cyarskaren52 · 11 months ago

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The best and worst films of 2023, so far

Updated 1 day ago | By Shelby Weimer

There have already been so many great films to come out of 2023, and some have been not-so-great. Look, not every film can be Barbie. So far, here are the 10 best and 10 worst films of the year.

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Best: 'Spiderman: Across the Spider-Verse'

Sony Pictures

The long-awaited sequel to Spiderman: Into the Spider-Verse did not disappoint! Spiderman: Across the Spider-Verse is a masterpiece in every way: it's visually appealing, has a stellar soundtrack, amazing performances by the cast, a great story, and well-crafted characters. 10/10.

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Best: 'Oppenheimer'

Universal Pictures

Considered to be writer and director Christopher Nolan's best film to date, Oppenheimer is, in short, an experience. As someone who went into it with zero expectations, I was (quite literally) blown away by the artistry. The film doesn't glorify the man who made these weapons possible but instead focuses on the consequences of failing to stop and ask ourselves if this is something that should even exist.https://live.primis-amp.tech/content/video/amp/videoIframe.php?s=113281&kv_1=Entertainment&kv_2=39158737#amp=1

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Best: 'Guardians of the Galaxy: Vol. 3'

Disney

Like any Marvel movie, Guardians of the Galaxy: Vol. 3 was a good time. Seeing Rocket in peril got me a little worked up at times. While I'm still not one hundred percent on board with the new Gamora, I enjoyed it and, as always, the soundtrack.

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Best: 'John Wick: Chapter 4'

Lionsgate Films

I'm usually skeptical of an action franchise and certainly took my time before watching the first one, but four films in, John Wick is still unbeatable. It's the neo-noir stylization for me — and Keanu Reeves is a bađass. https://389065b186015edddebace3e1e4c5a84.safeframe.googlesyndication.com/safeframe/1-0-40/html/container.html?n=0

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Best: 'Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem'

Paramount Pictures

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhemwas so much fun! It is honestly the only animated TMNT film I care to watch due to its animation style and humor (Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg were involved, after all). On top of that, it had a great cast, which I'm sure will make the sequels just as successful.

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Best: 'Barbie'

Warner Bros.

This film was everything I ever wanted and more, and dare I say "sublime"? First of all, its marketing was on point, and not only did it have a great message, but it was also super funny! Snaps for Greta Gerwig, as Barbie is the highest-ever-grossing film directed by a woman.https://389065b186015edddebace3e1e4c5a84.safeframe.googlesyndication.com/safeframe/1-0-40/html/container.html?n=0

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Best: 'BlackBerry'

Elevation Pictures

I am a sucker for biographical films, and BlackBerry, starring Glenn Howerton and Jay Baruchel, is no exception. Although it's a fictional take on the real story of the rise and fall of "CrackBerry," it's a fun ride that ultimately makes me miss BlackBerry. Tetris, starring Taron Egerton, is another biographical film that deserves an honorable mention.

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Best: 'Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves'

Paramount Pictures

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves is one of the funniest I've seen this year! I do not play D&D, so I had no real interest in seeing the film, but when Chris Pine is involved, I have to give it a shot. The decoy scene is, by far, the best. I cannot recommend it enough.https://389065b186015edddebace3e1e4c5a84.safeframe.googlesyndication.com/safeframe/1-0-40/html/container.html?n=0

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Best: 'Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny'

Disney

As a casual Indiana Jones fan, I enjoyed this film. It was a big improvement since Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, which gave audiences a great story and a great cast, including Phoebe Waller-Bridge, John Rhys-Davies, and Karen Allen, reprising their roles. Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny was no bomb, and I stand by this!

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Best: 'No Hard Feelings'

Sony Pictures

No Hard Feelings was absolutely hilarious and deserves more praise. Given her range, Jennifer Lawrence could have chosen any project and would have been amazing, but I was happy to see her show off her comedy chops again. The film received generally positive reviews, but I have questions for those who weren't on board. https://389065b186015edddebace3e1e4c5a84.safeframe.googlesyndication.com/safeframe/1-0-40/html/container.html?n=0

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Worst: 'Ghosted'

Apple TV+

Ghosted was a film everyone was excited about, most likely due to Chris Evans being Chris Evans, but it didn't receive the best reviews from critics. Although the action-packed rom-com fell a little flat, it is certainly one of Apple TV+'s more popular films to date, as it is the platform's most-watched film premiere. Its only redeeming qualities are, quite possibly, the Marvel cameos.

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Worst: 'Fast X'

Universal Pictures

Somehow, there are 10 Fast & Furious movies, so it's no surprise that Fast X wasn't necessarily considered a masterpiece. The only factor that seemed to keep critics from giving primarily negative reviews was Jason Momoa's performance, and we cannot fault them for that.https://389065b186015edddebace3e1e4c5a84.safeframe.googlesyndication.com/safeframe/1-0-40/html/container.html?n=0

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Worst: 'Your Place Or Mine'

Netflix

Your Place Or Mine was not the worst film to come out of Netflix, but it was obviously not the best (and I'm sure it won't be the last). In a perfect world, it should have worked; we had Reese Witherspoon and Ashton Kutcher. It would have made for a cute movie, but ultimately, audiences just weren't buying their connection.

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Worst: 'You People'

Netflix

You People should have been a great film, given its cast, but it kind of just made people a little uncomfortable, and not in a good way. It had its funny moments but could have been so much more, even with the message it was trying to convey.

15 of 20

Worst: 'Hypnotic'

Relativity Media

Hypnotic, starring Ben Affleck,is not Gigli bad, but oh man, it was not good. The film was poorly marketed and, unfortunately, boring to those who did see it, with critics agreeing that it was like a Christopher Nolan knock-off. There, there, Ben.

16 of 20

Worst: '65'

Sony

65 isn't the worst movie to come out of 2023, having received generally positive reviews from audiences compared to critics who found it lacking in originality. If you're in the mood for a sci-fi thriller or Adam Driver, give it a watch, but don't expect too much.

17 of 20

Worst: 'Magic Mike's Last Dance'

Warner Bros.

The general consensus between audiences and critics seemed to be that the dancers were great, but the film was once again lacking in plot. While Channing Tatum and Salma Hayek are great, I'm still unsure how Magic Mike got another sequel.

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Worst: 'House Party'

Warner Bros.

This is one of those movies you either love or hate, but the remake of the 1990 film seemed to have more haters than admirers. While it has its moments, I think most agree that House Partyshould have been left alone.

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Worst: 'Knights of the Zodiac'

Sony

Knights of the Zodiac seemed to disappoint critics and fans of the manga series. Although the visuals were occasionally appealing, they were not enough to make up for the film's weak storytelling.

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Worst: 'Winnie the Pooh: Blood and Honey'

Altitude Film Distribution

I'm sure I could have just posted this image with zero explanation, and everyone would completely understand. Why was this film made? Despite its poor execution, Winnie the Pooh: Blood and Honey was a box office hit, and a sequel is currently in the works.

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lexfritterwrites · 4 years ago

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Let Lips Do What Hands Do - Epilogue

Thank you all for reading! It’s been an enjoyable journey. Thanks to @treefingers for being my beta reader and dear friend.

Taron surveys the room, his hand tucked into this pocket next to his phone and a glass of champagne in the other.

"Mr. Egerton," Dr. Williams says, extending his hand. "We're thrilled you could be here."

"Of course," Taron says, shaking the man's hand. "Thrilled for our girl."

"I know," Dr. Williams says, "education awards don't come around often with fanfare so it's nice to be appreciated."

"You do all deserve far more fanfare than you get," Taron says, resting his elbow on the bar table.

"Oh, Taron!" Addie says, sidling up to him. She accepts Dr. Williams' kiss on her cheeks and slides her arm into Taron's elbow. "I was looking all over for you."

"I wanted to let you see your people," he says. "Rub elbows with the best and all that."

"Please," Addie laughs, "this is far less exciting than a night at the Oscars."

"But no less important," Taron says, pressing a kiss to her temple. "And you look simply radiant."

"Thank you," Addie says, "shall we go find our seats?"

"Sure," he says. "Are we near you?"

"At the same table," Dr. Williams says. "I'm sure Mark will be thrilled to have you there."

"He's winning an award, too," says Addie, "but he does hate the public eye."

They take their seats at a table close the center as the announcements begin, and Taron cheers as Mark and Addie are recognized for their work in late education.

"What a night!" Addie says as she crawls into the car next to Taron. "Do we still have some of that champagne at home?"

"We sure do," Taron says, "are you feeling frisky, Mrs. Egerton?"

"I am," Addie laughs. "Thank you for being by my side."

"Of course, cariad," he says. "I wouldn't miss celebrating you for the world."

She kisses his nose before looking out the window. "It's wild they celebrate teachers, isn't it? To this degree?"

"We celebrate a bunch of arsehole actors who do far less for society than educators do," he says.

"Touché," Addie says. "You were fucking brilliant in Little Darlings and don't let anyone tell you differently."

"Thank you," Taron says. "I am proud of that one."

"You know what I'm proud of," Addie says, leaning her head on his shoulder, "is our little darlings."

"I like them, too," he says, resting his cheek on her crown. The remainder of the car ride is quiet as they sit comfortably together until the car pulls up to their house.

"How was it?" Jack asks, opening the door for them.

"Wonderful," Addie asks. She brandishes the glass her glass plaque at him. "I have an EEA!"

"You have an Educator of Excellence Award," Jack cheers, hugging his friend. "Congratulations!"

"How were they?"

"The little monsters were great," Jack says. "They've been down for about two hours, happy as clams."

"Thanks again for everything," Taron says, clapping Jack on the back. He reaches around the door jamb and grabs the bottle of cabernet sauvignon he stashed there earlier and presents to Jack. "As a thank you."

"You shouldn't have," Jack says, taking the bottle, "but thank you. We'll enjoy it."

"Of course you will," Taron says. “Tell Mick hello.”

“I will,” Jack says. He climbs into his own car and they watch from door as he pulls away.

Taron leads Addie into their living room, flicking on the single light above the fireplace. “A place of honor.”

Addie sets her EEA next between Taron's two Golden Globes, fondly petting her Oscar as she takes a step back.

"Looks good," she says. "We're accomplished."

"Fuck yeah, we are," Taron says, running his bottom lip between his teeth. "Some awards on the mantle, a big-ass house in London, fantastic careers, two beautiful, darling children."

"We've done all right, haven't we?" Addie says, leaning into her husband.

"We have," he says, booping her nose. He kisses her gently and grins. "All because I could stop staring at the girl reading on the train."

Addie brings his knuckles to her lips, loops her fingers through his and leads him upstairs.

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stateofloveandnegan · 5 years ago

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I’ve got you - Taron Egerton

Just Taron being a sweetheart :)

Requested by: no one

Warning(s): none really, other than the mention of being on your period.

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“T, I’m not feeling very well. Can we go to bed?” I ask, my voice quiet, as we’re both watching tv. We’re watching Taron’s favourite show, and I’m feeling rather guilty for being the killjoy. I just can’t help it, though. My period started yesterday, and my stomach hurts incredibly bad.

Taron and I haven’t been dating for very long, and this is only the second time I’m staying over at his place. I’m feeling rather ashamed of the situation, to be fair. Even though I know it’s something I shouldn’t be ashamed of.

Taron moves his attention from the tv towards me, concern showing in his eyes. “Yes, of course. What’s wrong, darling?” he gently asks as he turns off the tv, the show long forgotten. I shrug, not wanting him to know the entire truth. “I’ve just got a really bad stomachache.”

“Well, let’s get you to bed, then.” he smiles softly and stands up, holding his hands out for me to take. A loving smile enters my face and I grab his hands before getting up as well. Taron’s been such a sweetheart from the very start, I honestly don’t know how someone can be so amazing as he is.

As we walk towards, I feel an uncomfortable sensation between my legs, and I let out a quiet groan.

Taron doesn’t pick up on it and starts changing into his sleeping attire, which is frankly just his boxers and a loose white t-shirt. “I feel a little dirty, is it alright if I take a quick shower?”

“Yes, of course. Do you know where you can find everything?” Taron slides into the bed and underneath the covers. I nod at him, a soft smile on my face, even though my stomach feels like it’s being ripped apart. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Before going to the bathroom, I quickly grab my purse and take it with me. Once I’m in the bathroom, I strip down and make sure I don’t get anything dirty before stepping into the shower, letting out a soft yelp as the cold water hits my body.

Once the water is warm, I let my entire body relax. I grab some soap and clean myself, sighing contently at the fresh feeling. I brush my teeth and once I’m done, I turn off the tap and step out of the shower. I dry myself as quick as I can and, once again, make sure I don’t make anything dirty.

“Can I come in, love? I still need to brush my teeth.” Taron’s voice comes from the other side of the door. “Yes, of course.” I say without a second thought and smile at him when he enters the room. I’m all finished, so as Taron is brushing his teeth, I make my way to the bedroom and snuggle up into bed, the comfortable feeling from only a minute ago vanishing as the pain in my stomach returns.

This time, it’s much worse than before, and tears form in my eyes. “Hey, love. I think you forgot something in the bathroom, shall I put them in your bag?” Taron asks while walking into the room, but he stops once he sees my state of being.

“(Y/N), sweetheart, is everything alright?” he quickly hurries towards me, putting the package of tampons down on the bedside table. I grimace when I see what he was talking about, letting out a soft cry as the pain increases. “Babe, what do you need?” Taron asks, sitting on the edge of the bed beside me, his hand very gently rubbing up and down my back as I’m curled up in a ball.

“I’m sorry…” I breathe out very quietly, a tear escaping my eye. Taron shakes his head with a soft chuckle, “You definitely don’t have to be sorry, sweetheart. Just tell me if there’s anything I can do for you. I’d like to help you… Would you like me to make you some tea? Some soup, even?”

My heart fills with love for the man sitting beside me, “Some tea would be nice, actually.” Taron smiles and leans down to press a kiss onto my head. “I’ll be right back with some tea and some painkillers. Is that alright?”

I nod, managing a small smile, though the smile fades at the loss of contact when Taron gets up. A short while later, Taron comes back into the room, a tray with two cups of tea and some biscuits on top of it. “Here you go, love.”

Taron sets my cup of tea down on my bedside table before walking over to his side, putting his cup down as well and gently putting the tray with the biscuits down on the bed. He crawls back into bed with me and helps me sit up when he notices that I’m trying to get up.

A soft cry leaves my mouth and I kind of collapse onto Taron, who immediately wraps his arms around me to steady me. “I’m here, darling. I’ve got you.”

After gaining the strength to sit up right, I do it. Taron smiles sympathetically at me, “Why didn’t you tell me you’re on your period?”

A blush of embarrassment covers my cheeks and I shrug, mumbling “I felt ashamed.”

“There’s absolutely no need to feel ashamed because of that, (Y/N/N). You don’t have to feel ashamed about anything when you’re with me, okay?” his voice is so soft and gentle and if I didn’t love him before, I certainly do now.

My eyes meet his when I look up and I smile a little, nodding. “Thank you, T.”

“Of course, love. Now drink your tea before it gets cold. And I’ve got some biscuits you can dip in it if you’d like. The painkillers are also on your bedside table, if you need those. Do you need me to grab you a glass of water? I forgot to bring that with me.” Taron chuckles a little embarrassed. Why he’s embarrassed, I’m not sure, because he certainly has no need to be.

“I can manage with the tea once it’s cooled down a bit.” I say with a soft smile, already feeling much better now that Taron knows and because of how sweet he’s being about it.

My eyes are stuck on Taron’s face; his features beautiful in the dimmed light. Before I realise what I’m saying, the words are already out: “I love you.”

Taron’s eyes widen a bit and he quickly meets my eyes, “Really?” his voice his rather soft and in need of assurance, so I nod, a loving smile on my face. “Yeah, really.”

The most beautiful and happy smile enters his face and he leans close to me, gently placing his lips onto mine in a loving kiss. “I love you, too, (Y/N).”

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writingfordreams · 5 years ago

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Can I request once for Taron about maybe the reader (female) being a big football fan and despite the fact he isn’t a big fan, he loves going because of their relationship and how much she loves it. She even got them matching jerseys or something? Thanks. Hope you’re having an amazing day x

sure thing! thank you for the request, lovely anon, and i hope your day is fantastic ♡ i wasn’t sure if you meant american football or british football, so i tried to keep it vague so you could imagine it as either! ♡

There were small, harmless sacrifices, you found, in your relationship with Taron. There were the super small things, like succumbing to a pub or two that didn’t suit your usual night life tastes, or the way Taron listens intently to you blabbering on about some obscurity in culture he’s never heard of. They were tiny, telling things. One prominent one, though, was your consistent love for football. At first you were shocked that Taron didn’t have much of a mind for the sport, said it wasn’t his thing. For a while you were determined to make it his thing, passionately gushing about the sport, hoping to convince though it never really stuck. Rules, colors, teams. Taron listens with the particular fond awe he seems to have reserved for you, but still – not his thing.

Yet there you two sat a couple days a year, hip to hip and forearm to forearm, at a football game. Life was funny that way, you think, when you’re in love. Taron rises when you do, cheers when the score changes in your collective favor and even makes a comment or two about the players, off the back of your initial critique. He was good at indulging in the communal uproar, and loved to watch a smile spread from cheek to cheek on your face, and proceeded to watch you like you hung the sun. In return, you gush at the way Taron gives his all in a burst of collective rage, booing or hollering gleefully when the time was right. You two hug and take photos and wear the proper attire, Taron orders hot dogs and you chat about the weather and occasionally, do the wave. It’s all so very good.

[ ♡ before a game ♡ ]

You walk into your shared flat with two jerseys in hand, stuck with tags, brand new. “T, get this. On sale! Buy one get one or whatever. Can you believe that?” You gush, all smiles. “I mean, if that’s not a sign, I don’t know what is. I have a damn good feeling about this game.” Taron makes his rounds from the bedroom, pulling down the edge of his shirt which means he either just changed or woke up from a nap. The lack of bed hair points you away from the latter (unless he’s getting better at pretending he wasn’t just drooling). “Oh, sick.” He comes over easily, rubbing aimlessly at his eye before his gaze was falling to the two jerseys you had picked out, just your sizes. You had hoped, anyway. Taron embodies the kind of excitement that was watered down but genuine, and you could tell he just liked seeing you so happy over something. You feel a pang of guilt regardless, setting the jerseys down on the arm of the couch with a little sigh. “Hey,” You begin, “You all good?” Taron gives you a warm smile that makes it hard to imagine he’s anything but good. He was always good at that. “Yeah,” He breathes, squinting through a smile and hushed with reassurance like it should be a no-brainer. You’re not quite convinced just yet.

“Taron. I’m not gonna like, freak out on you if you don’t wanna go.” You say, ”Just the fact that you let me go on about this stuff means the absolute world to me.”

Taron gives you a look of absolute disbelief, placing his hands on your forearms, getting a gentle hold of you before he speaks pointedly. “Y/N, if you say something of that sort one more time, I’m getting in the car and I’m going without you.”

“Ouch.” You laugh, “Point taken.”

#taron egerton x reader #taron egerton fanfiction #taron egerton fic #taron egerton imagine #taron egerton fan fiction #taron egerton fanfic #taron x reader #taron imagine #i hope this was alright!

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itsegerton · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1: Attack on the Neighbors

Anastasia realized as she looked through the crystal wall that surrounded her bedroom in her Beverly Hills mansion that it was a dark night, darker than usual. Even though there was a full moon, not a single beam of light could be seen in the deep blue sky, which matched the color of her hair.

It was a Saturday night. At 29 years of age, Anastasia was working, writing songs. Thanks to her family name and her father’s profession, she had chosen music as a career and excelled at it.

Her father, Nick Truman, was the leader of a legendary rock band and passed on to all his knowledge of the business to his youngest daughter. From an early age, Anastasia worked hard to become a famed music producer.

One song was giving Anastasia a hard time. A client had commissioned her with a song about discovering love and she knew very little about it. Luckily, she was an avid reader and as such, she tried to invocate all those romantic novels she had read and hated to help her finish the damn song.

A noise downstairs startled her. She looked up from the paper and placed her eyes on her bedroom door, then looked back out the window but could not spot anything out of the ordinary –except for that darkness which she found strange. Anastasia was sitting on a bench next to a crystal wall, from where she could stare down to her patio and a big infinity pool and some classic garden elements such as chairs and tables. The house was two stories high and all the walls that faced the patio were glass. Those incredible views convinced her of buying that house six years ago.

In spite of being born with a silver spoon in her mouth, the blue-haired girl had worked since the age of fifteen; in music, modeling and even found the time to graduate as a professional musician in the University of California. She was not your typical Hollywood heiress living at her parents’ expense. Nevertheless, she had gone through a rebel phase where she partied every night and went on insane trips around the world, spending money without thinking of the consequences. That often put her in the front cover of tabloids, which dubbed her ‘her family’s disgrace.’

A new noise made her look away from her window. This time, it was louder and closer. They were movement noises. Objects were moving. At that precise moment, she understood why the night appeared as dark and in a millisecond, her brain deciphered that she had to leave that house as soon as possible.

Anastasia took her phone and tried calling her older sister, Barbara; she did not pick up. She tried again with no luck. She decided to compose a text message:

“I’m heading to your place.”

She put her phone in the back pocket of her jeans, left the pen and paper aside, and full of fear, headed to the entrance.

Anastasia opened the door to her bedroom; the rest of the house looked darker than usual as well. She did not need a flashlight; this was her home, she knew it by heart. As she arrived to the hallway before taking the stairs down, she felt an instant heaviness all over her body, just like she were carrying somebody heavy.

“Leave me alone!” she yelled. “Get out of my house!”

As she got halfway down the stars, Anastasia felt a sharp, deep headache. She had to stop and close her eyes due to the pain, but knew she could not stay there. As she could, she arrived to the lower floor and adjusted her sight to look around her. The heaviness and the headache increased. She took three steps and felt like something or someone pushed her. She fell over her largest couch. It was a short way until the entrance but felt like her arms and legs had turned to butter; it was impossible for her to stand straight. Suddenly, her sight turned red and it was hard to breathe.

Anastasia had to try with all her might to get out of there.

She crawled and made a great effort to make her way to the entrance when she heard a loud roar behind her. She did not stop to look back. One last adrenaline kick made her get up, take the keys to her car from a small table to her right, open the door and run to her car. Still struggling with that headache, she turned on the ignition and drove until her vision adapted to a normal environment.

One hour later she found herself knocking her stepsister’s door, in Malibu. She knocked so hard and insistently that her sister opened up, scared. Anastasia looked into Barbara’s eyes in panic and couldn’t keep standing. She collapsed at the entrance.

Barbara dragged Anastasia inside to her living room and sat her down on an emerald green futon. “They were at my house,” Anastasia fearfully told her sister. “They came to get me.”

“The night’s unusually dark, I knew something was going on,” replied Barbara as she went to get some fresh lemonade for Anastasia.

“Do you think she’s dead?” Anastasia asked while her sister offered her a glass.

Barbara did not reply. It wasn’t necessary.

Apart from having a musical gift, Anastasia is part of the witch population of the world. The witch community is much reduced and extremely occult. Witches have been persecuted for years because humans tend not to like what they cannot understand. Besides witches, there is a whole compendium of communities with hidden powers and some of them are dangerous even for witches.

Magical powers were granted to two members of each generation of families that had been initiated as witches. Barbara, who had light, mid-back length brown hair and big, green eyes like grass after rain, also had powers and perfectly understood what was happening.

Anastasia chugged the glass of lemonade.

“What are we going to do?” she asked.

“You won't like what I'm about to say.” Barbara replied. "You need to leave. You were lucky you got out.”

“Leave?!" She exclaimed. "Why were they looking for me?” Anastasia’s huge, turquoise eyes opened wide.

“They know you’re on your way to becoming a powerful witch. That’s not good for them. They want to get rid of us all.” Barbara turned her back on her sister. “There has to be a snitch within the coven,” she muttered.

“What did you say?” Anastasia asked, although she had heard her well.

“Nothing, it’s not important.” Barbara replied, causing suspicion to her younger stepsister. “You should go to sleep. The full moon will be over tomorrow, they can’t attack you anymore. I’m going to throw my moon water away, it’s contaminated.”

Anastasia walked with Barbara to the patio of the luxurious mansion located by the shore of a private beach. There, she had five half-a-gallon jars of water that she placed there every time there was a full moon, to be charged with the energy of the satellite. Together, they took the jars and emptied them in the coast, allowing the liquid to mix with the water from the ocean.

Sleeping was impossible that night. She had faced a beast and she was still alive. Adrenaline was running through her veins and the concern did not let her rest.

The following morning, Anastasia woke up with the sound of the breaking waves that went in through the big window that served as a wall. Malibu had that aura that eased her anxiety and her complicated brain. The sound of the ocean was helpful; she had always felt a connection to it.

The deep-blue-haired girl got up from the comfy bed and opened the window that faced a small balcony, from where she could glance at the entire coast and the backyard of her sister’s mansion. She breathed deeply, trying to fill up her lungs with the salty air and wondered if in another life she had inhabited the depths of the ocean, as a part of some civilization hidden from human stupidity.

She turned on her heel to her bathroom to take a quick shower. The weather was warm enough, so a grey dress and sneakers dressed her body that day. Anastasia always made sure to keep a change of clothes in that house as she crashed it from time to time. Her sister never closed the door on her.

Before leaving the bedroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. The color of her eyes varied from turquoise to aquamarine. They were big, enormous like a doll’s. Her skin was pale as china; she got it from her grandmother on her father’s side –a British gypsy witch. Her lips were small but plump. She decided on the spot not to wear makeup that day. She closed the door behind her and although she had to walk downstairs to the kitchen, a hunch told her to head up to the attic.

Just as her head predicted it, there was her sister in front of a big cauldron. Every witch had a specialty and Barb’s potions (as Anastasia affectionately called them) were the most effective of them all. Then she spotted another figure, her sister wasn't alone. A tall lady with light blonde hair, almost white was avidly talking with Barbara.

Anastasia took a seat on a red couch that stood out from all the wood around her. The attic was filled with shelves containing strange objects: jars, potion ingredients, and books. A sole rounded window provided the entire room with light. It could not be seen from the outside architecture of the mansion, from the ocean’s shore –that window was hidden under a strong, protective spell. Witches’ dens were personal and only explicitly invited humans could enter them.

The place was decorated with old pictures and paintings showing witches of all times, from gypsies to those brave women of Salem. Witches were always feared because of the power they represented. While men were heads of families whose function was to sustain, hunt, rule, govern and women were displaced to less relTaront activities, witches rose up to do everything the male gender could and more, therefore, many lost their lives. They were never understood and much less respected. Nowadays they lived hidden. The fear was never gone but while living a concealed life they could be themselves and put their powers to practice, waiting for the day the world could finally see them without a dagger slashing their necks.

The witches’ power was granted by nature. They had the ability to manipulate the Universe’s energies to achieve everything their hearts and minds, at unison, wished for. On the other hand, there were many other creatures that had stolen that power to use for their own benefit and own the world order. Many ruled nations and hurt thousands, they appeared in human form to the mortals’ eyes, but inside they were dark, shapeless, black-smoke-emitting masses with two red slits in the place of eyes. They fed on suffering and power kept them alive. They had no name, because by naming them they’d get the respect they did not deserve. Witches prevented them from taking over the world order, and therefore they dedicated their lives to hunting them and murdering them. When that happened, they sent their heads to the doorstep of the covens’ leaders as a warning that they were, bit by bit, achieving their goal.

That is why witches had to hide their power from humans. They didn’t know which of them could turn into one of those dark masses, except for Anastasia. She had been blessed with the maximum power of empathy. She could read people; know their deepest feelings by only looking into their eyes. When she did not feel an ounce of sadness or joy in a human, she knew she had to run.

Many had connected the power of witches to the devil, and while this is not exactly correct, many witches had chosen to serve evil with their powers. But there was no such malignant entity. Magic could do good and could also cause terrible suffering. Only those who could dominate both sides, light and darkness, could be leaders of the Coven. Many felt intimidated by handling dark arts, while others felt so attracted to them that darkness consumed them. Anastasia’s run with darkness had been scarce but satisfactory, so much that she became obsessed and Barbara had to intervene to regulate those practices.

“I have news,” said Barbara as soon as she felt the presence of her younger sister pointing to the lady at her side.

"I'm so sorry your Saturday was ruined like that", the blond lady said taking Anastasia but her arms. "You were so brave".

“Yeah.it wasn't like I was having fun anyway so…" said Anastasia in a low voice, as she glimpsed her sister rolling her eyes.

“They also attacked Mika at her house. They’re getting more aggressive and powerful.” Barbara was making a potion so her eyes were fixed on the cauldron.

“How did you survive?”, Anastasia looked to Mika.

“I took some paralyzing potion. The best one, made by Barb of course. My heart stopped for a few seconds and they thought I was dead, so they went off for a bit and I ran to seek shelter. I imagine that if they returned, they wouldn’t find me.” Barbara was adding some bright purple dust to the cauldron.

“Maybe that’s why they came to my house. Maybe they thought Mika was hiding there.” Anastasia’s word caused her sister to look into her eyes for the first time that morning.

“Why the hell would Mika hide at your house?” asked the eldest sister. Anastasia shrugged.

Instead of answering Mika looked at Anastasia kindly in her eyes. She took the girls hands and inspection them cautiously.

"I remember when you were born. Your midnight blue hair got all the hospital talking. We were so glad a witch was born. The first in a decade". The witches population had been shrinking thanks to the necessity of hiding their powers. Magic is like a muscle if you don't use it you'll lose it, as Barbara would love to say. Since the 80's born witches were a rare phenomenon, imagine a blue haired one.

"Yeah, I would like to remember my birth", Anastasia said sarcastically. Mika always created a sense of comfort when she was around, truth was that Anastasia wasn't very close to the North America Coven Leader as she was called by fellow witches in the continent. Mika ruled with a strong but emphatic hand and she was loved by everyone.

Mika was a role model but not to her. Magic wasn't something Anastasia focused a lot on. She actually kind of neglected it. Situation got easy out of hand in the past and she decided that magic wasn't going to define her.

"You are going to be a great leader one day", Mika turned her back to Anastasia and started walking around the room. "But you need to accept who you are and study" She made a pause "A lot".

Anastasia looked at Barbara confused. Her sister nailed her eyesight on the cauldron to avoid the big turquoise eyes.

"Yeah, I don't know about that. I can't even manage my own life, imagine being in charge of a whole damn coven. Never less one of the most important in the world!", she laughed but neither Mika nor Barbara raised even half smile.

"She needs time", Barbara said to Mika.

"Something we don't have", Mika answered. "Your sister told me you own a small apartment in London"

"I wouldn't call it small" Anastasia was interrupted by Mika.

"I suggest you take some time off to enjoy that gorgeous British grey skies", Mika said.

"Pardon me?", Anastasia was understanding everything now but her brain was trying to block what was coming.

"You need to leave", her sister said abruptly. "Even if you like it or not you are next in line to be the leader of this coven. And we need you safe, alive and wise. You are going to London and you're gonna learn as much as you can about what you are and your mission in this world".

"I'm almost 30, I have a job and a life here and frankly I never asked to be any of this", she just spit those words without second thoughts. The pain that Barb and Mika felt was instant.

“I need you to take this seriously. I need you to take magic seriously for the first time in your life.” Barbara said firmly.

From the age of eight, Anastasia knew she was a witch. Her abilities began manifesting, but she never cared too much about them. She never wanted to train or learn. To her, it was something she had to keep at bay. It was just something she could do, not who she was. On the other hand, music was everything to her, so she sought to focus her energy on that.

“Barbara, for Hell’s sakes!” Anastasia laughed profusely.

“As much as I wish I were lying, I’m not.” Barbara replied, upset by her sister’s reaction. “Anastasia, a power such as yours has not been seen for centuries.”

“But I don’t practice magic! Apart from a couple of spells to date guys in my teenage years and to do well in College, I haven’t done much more,” replied Anastasia.

“Because you have repressed your power. You never wanted to learn how to use it.”

“Yes, from the moment I began seeing people all around that weren’t really there, I didn’t want to keep up with it.”

“It’s your duty as a witch to educate yourself so that you can rule the Coven in the future.” Mika interveneed.

“I’m at the highest peak of my career, I don’t have time for this.” Anastasia got up from the couch and headed to the door.

“Go ahead, act spoiled! It’s what you do best anyway! Just caring about yourself".

Barbara could sometimes be very hurtful. Anastasia stopped and wanted to talk back to her sister, but thought it through and kept going, out of the attic, the house and into her car. She drove back to Los Angeles, to her place.

On the way she did a couple of calls to Matt, her on and off boyfriend. But as natural he didn't answer.

I do not want to rule the Coven, she kept telling herself over and over as she drove. She also though she didn’t really want to go back home, but as she got closer, a crowd of people gathering outside the Jensen’s porch called her attention. Anastasia pulled over by her own gate and curiosity drove her straight to the house next door. She made her way among the people and when she got to the front of her neighbors’ place, she spotted two police cars. The house perimeter was surrounded by yellow tape. Standing there was a blonde lady who kept staring at the main entrance. It was Cindy, the youngest in the family. She was about 21 years old. Anastasia always ran into her at LA events. Cindy was the typical party girl, and judging by her choice of outfit –mini dress and high-heeled shoes, she was just returning from one.

“Cindy!” Anastasia called her.

The blonde girl turned her head towards her. Her make-up was smudged all over her face; she had been crying. Cindy signaled Anastasia to come over and so she did, going under the yellow tape.

“What happened?” Anastasia inquired as she walked.

“My parents—they—they’re…” Cindy stretched her arms out to hug Anastasia. When they touched, an electric shock ran through the blue-haired girl. It was so strong that every nerve on her body hurt, her vision blurred and a scene came in front of her: the Jensen’s master bedroom. The father, Carl, lay on the floor. When she adjusted her sight she realized his neck was slashed from side to side. She kept looking all over her body but nothing prepared her for what she was about to see next: half of his body was missing, just like they had ripped it off him. All internal organs and guts were spread around him. She felt a sharp pain in her stomach. His lower belly and his leg were about 12 inches away. Wendy Jensen lay in bed in a similar situation: her left arm was under the bedside table and the lower half of her body was by the bed. As if all of this weren’t strange enough, there was not a single drop of blood in the scene.

Cuts weren’t clean; they looked more like rips caused by a beast. The organs looked clean. The couple looked like mannequins. Carl’s eyes were open and completely white. When she turned to Wendy, she realized the woman was missing both eyes.

The vision faded in a second as soon as Cindy let go of Anastasia. Fear took over her and she understood she hadn’t been inside the house. Instead, she had seen what Cindy herself had seen when she walked in that morning. The adrenaline rush was so strong she abruptly parted from Cindy and fell butt-first on her neighbors’ front lawn. Her expression was one of terror and Cindy’s was one of being stricken by the situation.

“Cindy, I—I am so—so sorry.” That was the only thing Anastasia managed to say before running back to her own place. On the way, she spotted the suspicious looks of a couple of policemen, but she kept on walking, trying as much as she could to ignore her surroundings.

Once home, Anastasia locked the front door and called Barbara immediately. A couple of hours later, the eldest sister was knocking on the door.

“I swear that had never happened to me before.” Anastasia was terrified. She was sitting on her blue futon, sipping on some tea Barbara had made her.

“As much as you try to repress your magic, your powers will manifest themselves one way or another. If you had learned to control them years ago, they wouldn’t come out as intensely now.” Barbara explained.

“I just touched her, but I could experience everything the poor Cindy went through when she found her parents torn to pieces. Terror, shock, uncertainty,” Anastasia explained. “It was horrible.”

“You’re empathic, that’s a normal ability of your power.” Barbara sat down next to her sister.

“Now, tell me, were they dismembered?”

Anastasia nodded.

“Not a drop of blood around?”

Anastasia shook her head no.

“The bodies were clean, just like the entire scene.” Anastasia put down the cup of tea on the coffee table. “Do you think the same creatures that tried to attack me did this?”

“To be honest, yes.” Barbara replied. Anastasia got up in a heartbeat.

“It was my fault, Barbara. It was my fault that they died. It’s my fault poor Cindy is now an orphan.” Anastasia paced around but a force out of her might have made her stop.

“It was not your fault.” Barbara moved her fingers to release Anastasia from the spell. “If you hadn’t ran away, I would be picking up your pieces now, and the Universe knows I wouldn’t do it all by myself. Those creatures were thirsty. Unlucky for them, Carl and Wendy were home.”

“They just came back from Mykonos,” Anastasia said as she sat back down.

“They should’ve stayed in Greece,” Barbara uttered sarcastically.

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Writing Prompts - Songs

Alright, my loves. Here’s the prompt list I’ve been working on! All prompts are songs (none of which I own). Pick a song and send it in! I’ve included a couple of lyrics to get a feel for the song or the title has the link. If I think of other songs that could inspire a fic, I’ll update this list!

Ed Sheeran

Done - Dive – “So don’t call me baby unless you mean it. Don’t tell me you need me if you don’t believe it. So let me know the truth before I dive right into you.” Done - Happier – “I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours. Yeah, you look happier, you do.” “Sat on the corner of the room. Everything’s reminding me of you. Nursing an empty bottle and telling myself you’re happier. Aren’t you?” Done - Kiss Me – “I was made to keep your body warm but I’m cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms.” “My heart’s against your chest, your lips pressed in my neck.” Done - Tenerife Sea – “You look so beautiful in this light, you silhouette over me. The way it brings out the blue in your eyes is the Tenerife sea.” “Should this be the last thing I see, I want you to know it’s enough for me ‘cause all that you are is all that I’ll ever need.”

Paul McCartney

Done - Maybe I’m Amazed – “Maybe I’m a man and maybe you’re the only woman who could ever help me.” “Maybe I’m amazed by the way you love me all the time. Maybe I��m afraid of the way I love you.” Done - Silly Love Songs – “You’d think that people would have had enough of silly love songs. I look around me and I see it isn’t so.”

Shinedown

I’ll Follow You – “If I could find assurance to leave you behind, I know my better half would fade. “I’ll follow you down to the eye of the storm, don’t worry I’ll keep you warm.” Misfits – “Staying up all night, drinking more than we should, getting way too high. When the sun came through, I watched you laugh. I saw you cry.” “’Cause the world has a way of tearing you down, keeps you tied to the circus, paints you up like a clown but I’m right here, day after day, year after year.”

Ben Platt

Bad Habit – “Bad habit, I know. But I’m needin’ you right now. Can you help me out? Can I lean on you?”

Demi Lovato

Done - Ruin The Friendship – “You’re only brave in the moonlight, so why don’t you stay till sunrise?” “I’m thinking we should cross the line. Let’s ruin the friendship.” Done - Tell Me You Love Me – “ Oh no, here we go again. Fighting over what I said. I’m sorry.” “Tell me you love me. I need someone on days like this, I do.” “I hope I never see the day that you move on and be happy without me.” Lonely – “He felt just like you- his arms, his lips, his promises were just as smooth.” “You know me, and honestly, I’m better without you. Don’t got me checking on my phone by the hour.” “Now I’m fucking lonely, and you didn’t want me. Trying to show me that you didn’t own me but all you do is leave me fucking lonely.”

Shawn Mendes

Lost in Japan – “Do you got plans tonight? I’m a couple hundred miles from Japan tonight and I- I was thinking I could fly to your hotel tonight.” “ Nervous – “I saw you on a Sunday in a café and all you did was look my way. And my heart started to race, and my hands started to shake.” “Talk a little too much around you, yeah. Get a little self-conscious when I think about you.”

Jonas Brothers

Trust – “I don’t trust myself when I’m around you, doing things I never do, acting like a damn fool.” “I know that I’m better off without you but I know that I could never live without you.” Hesitate – “I will take your pain and put it on my heart. I won’t hesitate, just tell me where to start.” “Pull me close and I’ll hold you tight. Don’t be scared ‘cause I’m on your side.”

Lewis Capaldi

Done - Bruises – “There must be something in the water ‘cause every day it’s getting colder. And if only I could hold you, you’d keep my head from going under.” “I’ve been told to get you off my mind but I hope I never lose the bruises that you left behind.” Before You Go – “I hate you but I was just kidding myself.” “So before you go, was there something that I could’ve said to make your heart beat better? If only I’d known you had a storm to weather. So before you go, was there something I could’ve said to make it all stop hurting?”

Charlie Puth

One Call Away – “I’m only one call away. I’ll be there to save the day. Superman ain’t got nothing on me.” “Come along with me and don’t be scared. I just wanna set you free.” “For now, we can stay here for a while ‘cause you know, I just wanna see you smile.” I Warned Myself – “I warned myself that I shouldn’t play with fire, but I can tell that I’ll do it one more time.” Attention – “I know that dress is karma, perfume regret. You got me thinking ‘bout when you were mine. And now I’m all up on ya. What you expect? But you’re not coming home with me tonight.” “You just want attention. You don’t want my heart. Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new.”

Maroon 5

Girls Like You – “I spent last night on the last flight to you. Took a whole day up, trying to get way up.” “’Cause girls like you run around with guys like me ‘til sundown. When I come through, I need a girl like you.” Sugar – “I’m hurting, baby. I’m broken down. I need your loving, I need it now.” “I don’t wanna be needing your love. I just wanna be deep in your love.” Done - Sunday Morning – “Sunday morning, rain is falling, steal some covers, share some skin.” “But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do. And I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew that someday it would lead me back to you.” Done - Love Somebody – “I know your insides are feeling so hollow and it’s a hard pill for you to swallow. But if I fall for you, I’ll never recover.” “I think about you every single day. I know we’re only half way there but you can take me all the way.” Done - Won’t Go Home Without You – “It’s not over tonight. Just give me one more chance to make it right. I may not make it through the night. I won’t go home without you.”

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brinleyparke · 5 months ago

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I added two new prompts

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⤷⎨Taron & Florence⎬

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confusion - ray williams (rocketman)

in which ray thinks you like bernie because of what happened at one of elton’s concerts, but is sorely mistaken

also i don’t know if they stayed in a hotel when they went to america for the troubadour thing but in this they do

warnings - swearing, mentions of the deed wink wink, unedited

Tonight was a night of another one of Elton’s concerts. The third one at the Troubadour, to be exact. You were one of the people that set up his shows and stuff.

You had a pretty tight relationship with Bernie, Elton’s best friend and the guy who writes his songs. You considered him one of your best friends too, I mean, you have to spend almost all your time with him since he’s one of the 4 people you know here.

There was also Elton, of course, who you don’t talk to as much, but he’s still cool. And there was also Ray, who was one of your friends too. He was super cute, though. But of course, you were too afraid to admit that.

Anyway, the show was just starting and you and Bernie were perched at the railing on the second floor, beers in hand. Suddenly, Elton’s boots clopped across the stage as he came on and headed over to his piano.

“Elton almost didn’t come out tonight because he got a scuff on one of his shoes and had a breakdown. Then we reminded him how many other insane pairs of shoes he had and he settled on those ones.” Bernie pretty much shouted to you over the chatter, pointing at Elton’s shoes.

“Of course that’s the reason.” You chuckled and took a swig of your beer before Elton started to sing “Crocodile Rock”.

You looked down into the audience of dancing drunk people and your eyes locked on Ray, who you only spotted because of his extremely vibrant shirt. Just as you saw him, he turned to face you too.

He smiled at you and gave a little wave, to which you responded with a soft smile and “cheersing” your beer to him, taking another swig. He laughed slightly and turned back to the stage.

You bopped along to the music and kept chatting and drinking with Bernie.

About... 4 and a half beers, you think, later, Elton was still singing, and with the heavy intoxication, you found yourself dancing with Bernie, your faces particularly close as your foreheads were touching.

The song was slow, and the two of you were swaying along.

Poor Ray thought the song was quite romantic, and decided that he should steal a quick glance at you, and perhaps throw another smile your way. He turned his head, only to be greeted with you and Bernie, dangerously close to each other.

His eyebrows furrowed and his smile faded. Seeing you and Bernie together like that upset him. He wasn’t necessarily mad at the two of you, but he was absolutely enraged at himself that he didn’t make a move on you before this.

If his face could get any sadder it would, as you and Bernie’s lips connected. He shut his eyes tight, fighting back his emotions. He shook his head and made a beeline for the bar.

Later, at the end of the show, Ray tried to find you. When he couldn’t find you, he went to Elton’s dressing room, where he found Elton looking in a mirror.

“Hey, uh, have you seen Bernie and (Y/N)?” Ray asked him, making Elton jump.

“Sorry, you scared me.” Elton laughed, “I saw them leaving together earlier.”

As soon as Elton said that, Ray bit the inside of his cheek.

“Why do you ask?” Elton questioned.

“Oh, no reason. Just wondering.” Ray forced and smile. Elton let out a knowing “mm” before Ray left and closed the door. He exhaled sharply and rested his head on the door.

This has to be some sort of bad dream. This can’t be happening, right? You and Bernie were just friends. Nothing more. God, Ray, just wake up! Wake up!

But sadly, it wasn’t a dream, and Ray would have to face this the next day.

The next day, you woke up in the plush sheets of your bed. You yawned, nestling your head into the pillow.

“Good morning.” You heard Bernie’s voice say. Your eyes darted open and you shot up in the bed. Ok, this was not your bed. And this was not your room. Oh god, this was Bernie’s room.

“Bloody hell, Bernie!” You shouted, wiping your eyes. You looked around the room. No clothes anywhere except on your body. The place looked relatively clean.

“Jesus, (Y/N)! You can’t go shouting at 7:00 in the damn morning.” Bernie stated, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Sorry, sorry!” You responded, gulping.

“So, um, we didn’t... have sex, right?” You chuckled nervously, and Bernie laughed back, taking a quick sip from his coffee before beginning to explain.

“No, no, no. We got here and starting making out and stuff but as soon as we got to the bed we collapsed, and thank god for that.” He explained to you, and you nodded along.

“Now that’s what I call luck.” You laughed, itching the back of your neck before you made a realization.

“Oh my god, Ray!” Your hand flew to your mouth as you said it, and Bernie gritted his teeth and let out a “hissing” noise.

“I knew you had a thing for him. He must be pissed.” Bernie stated, and you ran your hands over your face out of stress. You quickly tore the sheets off of you went to get your purse.

“God, he’s gonna think I’m such a bitch!” You talked mainly to yourself, grabbing your coat and pulling it on. Normally you would have changed into something that you hadn’t worn yesterday, but since you were in Bernie’s hotel room, you really couldn’t unless you wanted to wear something of his, which would not make the situation any better.

“Goodbye?” Bernie said as you swung the door open and left his room, slamming it behind you. You rushed down the hall. Ok... that room is Elton’s, then Ray’s room should be... here!

You stopped in front of the door of Ray’s room and banged on the door as hard as you could.

“Could you keep it down for fu-” You turned to see Elton in one of his robes. The look on his face lightened when he saw you.

“Oh, (Y/N), hi. What are you up to?” He asked, before realizing whose door you were at.

“Oh.” He said before nodding and shooting you a smile, going back in his room and closing the door behind you. You turned back to Ray’s door and began banging on it again, shouting Ray’s name.

“For the love of god, what do you want?!” Ray screamed, opening the door. A confused look appeared on his face when he saw that it was you standing in his doorway, but you just pushed past him and went to sit on his bed.

“Ray, we seriously need to talk.” You sighed, putting your purse on the nightstand next to his bed. Ray nodded in agreement and came to sit next to you.

“Yeah, yeah, we do.” He coughed into his sleeve. The two of you sat in awkward silence in a moment before Ray broke it.

“So you and Bernie, huh?” Ray rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“No, no no no no no.” You quickly responded, trying your best to shut that down.

“Oh, really?” Ray laughed in disbelief, “Because it seemed like there was something going on last night.”

You sighed.

“That’s exactly what I came to talk to you about.” You told him.

“You came to tell me how amazing he is? How much you love him? How fun last night was? Because if that’s the case, I don’t want to hear it.” He huffed, shifting uncomfortably on the bed.

“Wha- why would I do tha- ugh, you stupid twat!” You exclaimed, placing your hands on both of his cheeks and bringing your lips to his. He didn’t even take a moment to process this, he didn’t want to waste even a millisecond of it.

His hands flew to your waist and he pulled you closer to him. He couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. It felt like those daydreams he used to have when he was younger about kissing his crush or something. Except it wasn’t a daydream.

The two of you pulled away, and you immediately went back to shouting at him.

“We were drunk out of our minds, and you of all people know what happens when you’re drunk! You do stupid things!” You slapped him in the chest, eliciting a little “ow!” from him.

“I don’t even like Bernie! I like you! Jesus, you’re so dumb! Literally everyone else who knows says it’s obvious! God, I love you!” You shouted, flopping back on the bed and rubbing your temples.

“Well, apparently you’re stupid too, because you didn’t notice I like you too!” Ray shouted back.

“Oh my god, I love you, you asshole!” You pulled him back down to you and kissed him again. This time it was more passionate. Each time one of you separated for air, there was a muttered insult and an “I love you”.

You pulled away and rested your forehead on his.

“I’m sorry I flipped out.” You breathed heavily, and Ray laughed.

“I’m sorry I thought you and Bernie did it.” He replied, and you laughed a little as well. Ray turned on the bed to look up at the ceiling, and you shuffled and rested your head on his chest. He smiled and placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing his thumb on it in circles.

Well, that was interesting.

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webtrinsic1122 · 5 years ago

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Fantastic Four, Fantastic Four (Comicverse), Fantastic Four (Ultimateverse), Fantastic Four (Movies 2005-2007), Fantastic Four (2015), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Reed Richards/Susan Storm (Fantastic Four), Ben Grimm & Reed Richards & Johnny Storm & Susan Storm, Everett Ross & Shuri, Everett Ross & Johnny Storm Characters: Reed Richards, Susan Storm (Fantastic Four), Ben Grimm, Johnny Storm, Victor von Doom, Everett Ross, Bruce Banner, Nick Fury, Mike Snow Additional Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Post-Spider-Man: Far From Home, Mentioned Major Character Death, Infinity Gauntlet, Infinity Gems, Origin Story, Minor Original Character(s), Teenager Johnny Storm, Reed Richards acting as Johnny's Father Figure, Baxter Tower, Fights, Stitches, Johnny is a Pyro, Pyromania, Pyromaniac Johnny Storm, Fire Powers, SHIELD, Team as Family, Protective Team, Probably OOC but its my AU so..., Insecure Johnny Storm, Jealousy, Bullying, Restraints, Everett Ross is a good guy Series: Part 1 of The Fantastic Four's MCU Origin, with lots of Johnny whump Summary:

The world is having a hard time settling after those they lost for five long years are returned to them and Spider-Man is revealed to be a traitor to Tony Stark. New villains are creeping out of the shadows and the world is bereft of heroes with the Avengers either dead or retired.

This all changes when Reed Richards is entrusted with studying the left over cosmic radiation on the gauntlet that Tony Stark used to bring back half of all humanity. Four new heroes rise, one a little later than the rest. But it is he Johnny who manages to best the next up incoming mastermind: Doctor Doom.

(First Part to an eight part series: My take on the Fantastic Four's possible connection to the MCU as we know it) (Lot's of Johnny Whump) {First Chapter is a short detailed outline of what you need to know to understand this AU including who each character is played by!}

#fantastic four #marvel #reed richards #johnny storm #ao3 #fanfiction #fan fiction #susan storm #ben grimm #john krasinski #emily blunt #taron egerton #david harbour #doctor doom

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the-ink-and-salt-club · 5 years ago

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I know we are out there.

SHOW YOURSELVES. Anyone else dream up that Tom Holland’s Peter & Taron Egerton’s Eggsy Unwin should i dunno - hook up in all the fluffy and kind of probaby sexy fanfics? no...*cricket chirp*...just me...anyone...? send help and fanfics

#taron egerton #eggsy unwin #eggsy #kingsman #peter parker #spiderman #peter x eggsy #hartwin #fan fiction #spidey x eggsy #spiderman x eggsy #spiderwin #tom holland #tarontulas

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lexfritterwrites · 4 years ago

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Let Lips Do What Hands Do - Part 13

Washington is much the same as she left it, Addie decides. Her students are fine, the other teachers are nice and the little house she’s renting is suitable. Leaving Taron was the hardest thing she’d ever done, and she struggles to think her current life is what she left him for.

They text constantly, just as they did when they were together, and Addie resolves to be friends.

Fall shifts into the air; leaves change and seasonal rain rolls across the state. It was always Addie’s favorite time of year, and she calls Taron to tell him so.

“Adelaide.”

“Hi Taron! How are you?”

“Fine, thanks. Listen, Addie. We need to talk.”

“Oh.”

“I can’t keep doing this,” he says. “I can’t move on if I’m stuck on you.”

Addie stops on the sidewalk, her heart clamping at his words. “I thought we were friends.”

“We’re more than friends, Addie,” he says, “and the decision was made to split and I have to honor that decision.”

“Okay, goodbye.” She disconnects the call and stumbles to the nearest bench, trying to catch her breath. He would cast her as the villain for leaving when he made no plans to see her or leave London. Addie’s heart races and her hands shake.

Dating. That’s the plan. She downloads a few apps, sets up her profile and starts conversations. There’s a date at a coffee shop, one at the little Italian restaurant and one with the choir teacher.

“I give up,” she says, switching the phone to speaker mode. “Now is not the time for me to date.”

“Now is just the time for you to date,” Jack says. “You’re young, hot, you’ve got a house, a car and a job. That alone sets you miles above some of the others.”

“I just can’t,” she says. “The last guy met me at a seedy bar and kept nodding his head towards the bathroom. I am a lady and I need to be wooed first.”

“Undoubtedly so,” Jack says. “Have you seen the news?”

“No,” Addie says, “I’ve tried to stay off the internet.”

“Taron has been seen out with a costar.”

“Really?”

“Ofelia Montague,” Jack says. “They’re in that new Branagh project together.”

“Of course they are,” Addie says, googling Taron’s name. The pictures look like something from a magazine ad: Taron’s leading her down the steps outside of a fancy restaurant. She’s wearing a sleek gown with a full-face of makeup and perfect hair. Taron has her hand in his and his suit jacket over his other shoulder. They’re smiling at each other and Addie rolls her eyes.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I knew this would happen.”

“I can’t tell you how to live your life,” Jack says, “but I would go get under that trainer at the gym you’ve been staring at.”

“He does have a remarkable ass.”

“How’s school?”

“It’s OK,” she says. “The kids are fine but I do miss my little British students. They always liked me.”

“So come home,” Jack says. “I miss you like crazy.”

“I miss you, too,” she says. “There’s so much about London that I miss.”

“It misses you! Come home.”

“Ugh, I thought I was coming home. I see my dad and Lucy once a week, but we would all be OK if I were across the pond.”

“Think about it, babe. I need my other half!”

“I’ll consider it. I miss those little meringue things.”

Addie is true to her word and gives up dating. Instead she gives herself into teaching and her hobbies, taking up baking and spin class. It’s mid-October when the call comes.

“Taron, what’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Why does something need to be wrong for me to call you?”

“We haven’t talked at all in two months! Are

you just calling me to shoot the breeze?”

“Addie, I’m sorry! I didn’t think how it would look. I actually have good news and a question.”

“Okay.”

“First of all, are you well?”

“I am living,” Addie says. “How are you?”

“Great,” he says. “I am headed to Los Angeles a couple of weeks before Christmas. How would you feel about me coming to visit you for a few days after?”

“Why?”

“I miss you,” he says. “I miss having you around, and I want to see where you’re living and working.”

“You miss me?”

“Of course I miss you,” he says. “You were a staple in my life for a year and I’m aching without you around. I just want a platonic visit with one of my dearest companions.”

“December?”

“December, yeah.”

“Okay,” Addie says. “We can do December.”

Addie sees the headlights reflect on her living room wall and she’s off the couch. She knows she should appear uninterested but this is Taron. He opens his arms to her as soon as she’s running towards him and he kisses her hair.

“Hi,” she says softly, her nose against his neck.

“Hello.”

“How are you?”

“Better now that I am here,” he says, putting her at an arm’s length. “You look great!”

“I’ve lost thirty pounds,” she says. “Apparently when I get depressed, I eat less.”

“Apparently I’ve gained everything you’ve lost.” He chuckles.

“You still look great,” she says. “Let’s get your stuff inside. Are you hungry?”

“I could eat, yeah.”

They’re perfectly amicable at dinner, and her gut continually turns to mush. Her Apple Watch beeps every few minutes to alert her of a spiking heart rate, and she knows it’s because Taron is here.

Taron can’t keep his eyes off of her. She’s still just as lovely and wonderful as she was when they were together, and he’s contemplating making a career change for her.

It takes everything in him to not reach for her hand as they leave the restaurant and she drives him back to her house.

Addie sighs and sags against the wall. She runs her hands over her face as she breathes, something like panic making her skin too tight across her bones.

"Addie, are you all right?" Taron asks, wrapping an arm around her elbows.

"You shouldn't be here," she mumbles behind her hands with tears welling in her eyes.

"What?" Taron asks, his face pinching at his brow. He heard her perfectly but thought perhaps he misunderstood her.

"You shouldn't be here."

"Why not?" God, his heart's racing and he's starting to feel rage boil from his gut to heat his face.

"We should never have broken up. We should have tried to make it work. We should have fought for us." Addie still has her knuckles pressed against her eyelids. It's easier to admit it if she doesn't have to see the dismay on his face. "I should have fought for you. For me. I love you. I still love you. Being with you like this is painful, to know what we had but will never have again. What could we have had? We'll never know."

"We'll never know?"

"You're with Ofelia now, aren't you? You're doing exactly what I knew you would. You've met a gorgeous, leggy thing with perky boobs and a non-existent waist. You deserve her, honestly, if she treats you right."

"Addie, I think you're drunk."

"I'm crying my eyes out to you, blubbering like an idiot with the things I've been feeling this entire time, and you have the audacity to tell me I'm drunk?"

"Well, not when you say it like that. I just want to be sure you know what you're saying."

"Of course I know what I'm saying," Addie says, finally dropping her hands. She runs her fingers beneath her eyes to stop the makeup from smearing further down her cheeks. "Go be with Ofelia."

"We're not together."

"What?"

"Fe and I," Taron says. "Not together. We're just friends."

"You look very comfortable together."

"We can be because there's nothing between us," Taron answers. "It's actually not my place to say but Fe is a lesbian."

"What?"

"A lesbian, Adelaide. She's got no interest in me and no use for my dick."

"I have interest in you and a use for your dick!”

They're like magnets, first their lips and then their bodies fusing together. Addie sobs at the feeling of his mouth on hers, hot and sweet and full of everything she had missed in his absence. His hand is on her back, pressing into her and Addie doesn't even know what her hands are doing aside from touching him wherever they can.

"Adelaide."

She whimpers at the word, having thought she would never hear him say her name that way again — the way that makes her heart race and her gut turn to mush. She's fighting against his sweater and shirt, wanting to feel the heat of his skin. Grunting, he pulls them off before taking her face between his hands and kissing her. Damn, he can't stop kissing her. He'd missed the taste of her lips and the warmth of her mouth, and he shivers as she runs her fingers through his hair.

He's tugging at the hem of her dress, lifting it just high enough to slide his fingers beneath her leggings and underwear. It's like a drug to him, the way her grip tightens in his hair as his fingers slip inside her while his thumb massages her clit.

Addie trembles against him as an orgasm rushes swiftly through her, and his moan echoes hers. She only thought he was hard until she feels the bulge pressing into her belly. She needs him inside her immediately.

It's a dance to her bedroom — pants here, a shoe there, her leggings a wadded heap on the floor.

Taron had imagined dragging things out for as long as possible when they were reunited this way, if they were reunited this way, but those notions are quickly forgotten as his body covers hers. Too long he's been without her sweetness, too long he's shrunk without her warmth, too long since her lips have sung the praises of their bodies together. She's warm and wet as he presses inside her, both of them exhaling at the feeling of having what was once lost. He can't kiss her enough, trying to touch her everywhere at once while keeping the rhythm of her heart with his hips. In turn, Addie can't get him close enough, knowing she could be without him again.

Taron needs to see her, to know she's really there, and the shock of her gaze meeting his sends him over the edge immediately. He's not even remotely soft afterwards so he continues to thrust into her, and Addie falls into that peaceful abyss.

She loses count after five orgasms and stretches her toes sometime later, Taron's head resting between her breasts. It's odd to her they should be in bed like this after being apart for so long, yet it makes complete sense. He is the love of her life, after all.

Taron snorts, nuzzling his nose against her ribs. "We're shite at just being friends, huh? What —with the distance and all that?"

"Actually there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

Taron's head pops up so he can look at her. "What?"

"You remember Dr. Williams, the man in charge of my degree program?"

"The good looking one with all the hair?"

"Precisely. His husband has just been named headmaster of a new school for gifted underprivileged children they're opening in north London, and he's offered me a position in the English department. I'll be able to teach how I want within loose guidelines and the students all actually want to be there. I could actually make a difference."

"You could make a difference anywhere," Taron says quickly. He gathers her fingers in his and very briefly kiss the tips. "Are you going to take it?"

"I report at the end of August for training."

"Adelaide!" Taron squeals, dropping his forehead to her chest. "You're moving back to England?"

"Yep." She runs her fingers through his short hair, his breath warm against her chest. She sighs when a tear falls against her skin, and she tilts his face up towards hers.

"I'm good, I'm good," he says. "I'm really good." Tears cling to his eyelashes but his lips curl upwards. "I just thought we were over, and here we are in your bed, naked, and you're moving back to England." He takes a deep breath, moving so his face is over hers. "I'm overwhelmed by the thought of you being with me again. You know, if you want it."

She feels the heat rise in his cheeks beneath her finger tips and she laughs. "Of course I want it. I was moving back to England because I love it there. It feels more to me like home than Washington does now, and having you there is just the cherry on top of the sundae. I'm moving in with Jack though, at least for a little while. I think that's best."

"I don't care where you live as long as we're on the same continent." He brushes her cheek with the back of his hand before kissing her deeply and long, but keeping it from becoming sexual. This is more than that — this is two souls becoming one rather than two bodies. "I love you, Adelaide, and I'm so happy you're mine."

"You think we can make the distance work until June?"

"There is no distance great enough to keep me from you."

"I love you," she says. "I love you, Taron David Egerton."

"Moving back to England!" He says. "That's so fucking brilliant, Adelaide!"

"God save the Queen," Addie cheers, wrapping her arms around him. "Are you happy?"

"I'm ecstatic!" Taron cries, kissing her. "I'm over the moon." His lips land against her jaw. "I can't believe you'll be back across the pond in a few short months."

"I know," she says. "It's been torture not telling you. I wanted to make sure it was what I wanted and that the job was mine."

"Adelaide," he hums again, nuzzling her neck. She purs, shifting her head so he can kiss her clavicle. "I feel like bursting out of my skin I'm so excited!" He shifts so his face is even with hers once more. "Are you sure you want to move back? It's not just for me? I don’t want to sound bold in even asking the question.”

“Rest assured I am moving to England for me. I miss it so much. I miss the food, I miss hearing about the Royals when I walk down the street, I miss the history. I miss Jack, and it’s obvious how I’ve missed you.”

“Bang on, Addie! This is so fucking perfect, I can’t stand it!” He kisses her with such conviction she giggles, and all words are quickly forgotten as they move together.

#taron egerton #taron egerton fanfiction #taron egerton fan fiction #fanfiction #fan fiction

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