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wholesome-madderton · 2 years ago
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I can't stress this enough but I need him.
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I need NEED him
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cilldaracailin · 10 months ago
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I Was Born To Love You
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Here is the last part to this Robyn and Taron story. I will be back with another one in the future. I an currently writing it and as soon as its done I will post it.
Thanks so much for the love and comments
Suze xx
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“For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.”
Taron took his hands from Robyn’s pockets and grinned towards his stylist. “Well Stella, you have impeccable timing as always. I thought you were not coming until four.”
“Taron it is four.”
Robyn looked to her watch. “It is actually three fifty three.” She corrected. “You are seven minutes early.”
The stylist, dressed in a gold pleated long skirt and white sleeveless blouse walked towards them. “Better early than late I always say and seven minutes? Not a lot of time.”
Robyn chuckled. “Seven minutes is plenty of time, believe me.” She loved the rose blush that quickly filled Taron’s cheeks. “But I guess we should let you in seeing as how you are here. It would be rude to leave you in the hallway.”
“Robyn Quinn I have missed you.” Stella stepped over to her to hug her tightly, kissing both cheeks. “A tan suits you so well. You look fabulous.”
“Thank you Stella. It is always lovely to see you too.”
Taron took the card key from his pocket and opened their hotel room door, holding it to let them in. “No Miles today?” He asked.
“Oh Miles is here and Millie.” She informed him as she walked into the room. “They are getting the bits from the car. Now, let me take a proper look at the two of you.” Once they had the door closed, they stood together, Stella walking around them both. “That is going Taron.” She said with a disapproving look, gently cupping his chin.
“Can’t some of it stay?” Robyn asked hopefully.
Stella shook her head. “Absolutely not. It may not be Taron’s red carpet but it is still a red-carpet event and a clean save is essential for a red-carpet.”
Taron lightly laughed on hearing Robyn’s sigh. He was used to those words by his stylist and knew she would always insist on a clean shave for an appearance. Robyn definitely loved his much scruffier look and he had enjoyed not having to shave for the last few days.
“You both look wonderful and that new love glow definitely suits the two of you.” She walked around them once more. “Two hours? What was I thinking. Nearly not enough time to get you ready. Right, Robyn go and sit at the make-up table, Taron in the seats by the window.” There were four quick raps on the hotel room door and Stella walked over to open it. “Come in, come in.” She called and Miles and Millie walked in, Miles carrying two garment bags while Milie pulled a case behind her. “And why are you both still standing? Shoo!” She gave the couple a little push with a smile.
“Do I get to see what my outfit is?” Robyn asked, her eyes on the garment bag which was hung up on the outside of the wardrobe door.
“Doubting me Miss Quinn?” Stella asked her arms folding over her chest.
“Never.” Robyn answered quickly. “But I would like to know what I have gotten myself into.”
Stella’s grin grew. “Taron has a suit.”
“Well I didn’t think he was going to be squeezed into a backless dress.” Robyn joked. “And me?” She asked a little worried. “It’s not another backless dress, is it?”
Stella shook her head. “Not for a few years.” She replied. “I always style my clients in something different each time and never repeat the same look for at least two years so no backless dress this time.” She walked over and picked up one of the garment bags. “I do believe the last time I saw you, I promised you a pants suit.”
“A pants suit!” Robyn’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Of sorts.” She placed the garment bag on the bed and zipped it open, taking out the item of clothing inside. “I picked this stunning pale pink colour, knowing you were going to have this gorgeous tan which would suit it perfectly and it is more of a jumpsuit then a pants suit.” Stella laid the jumpsuit on the bed. “Wide trouser legs with a fitted waist, it has a sweetheart neck line which I know suits you so well and the thin spaghetti straps keep it up, so you don’t have to worry about invisible tape.” Stella winked.
“It’s beautiful.” Robyn ran her hand down the trousers leg, the material a gorgeous soft satin.
“I knew you would like it.”
“You always get it right.”
“And if I didn’t I would be terrible at my job. I have paired it with some simple open toe heels and I really need to ask you now about tan lines.” Her face turned serious. “Because if you have bikini tan lines, I am walking out of this room now and will never style you again.”
Robyn laughed and shook her head, hearing Taron chuckle beside her. “Not even one on my back Stella so you don’t have to worry.” The stylist rose an eyebrow her way. “I hate an obvious tan line. Some are not avoidable but others, very easily so.” Robyn replied to her look of doubt. “See.” She pulled at the v neck of her t-shirt bringing her bra strap with her. “Not one in sight.”
“You are a dream!” Stella exclaimed. “I had another dress just in case but I desperately wanted you to wear this.”
“This is perfect.”
“I agree.” Taron said. “On both counts. The tan lines and the jump suit but maybe I can have a peak at what I have to wear too?”
Stella turned to Taron. “Mr Egerton, do you have any tan lines that I need to be weary of?”
“None that should stop me wearing whatever is in that bag.”
Stella gave his cheeks a playful pinch and after hanging Robyn’s outfit up, took down Taron’s bag. “A suit.” She confirmed as she opened the bag. “Dark grey trousers and waistcoat to match, a pale pink shirt which matches Robyn’s outfit and a darker pink tie. I left the jacket off as the weather is a little warm.”
Taron nodded with a little smile. “It’s perfect Stella. Thank you. As always, you get it right.”
“Of course I do!” She beamed. “Now, enough chit chat. We have a red-carpet to get ready for.” She ushered Taron to the chair at the window, leading Robyn to the chair at the make-up table. Standing behind her, she ran her hands through the Irish woman’s hair. “I am thinking an up style tonight. Last time it was curled and down. Maybe a side plait?”
Robyn nodded. “I love a plait.”
“And make up, not much needed at all. You Miss Quinn, are golden already with this sun tan.”
Her words made Robyn’s smile grow wider. “It will last about a week and then fade.”
“Then we had better show it off to the world.”
Stella distracted herself getting set up with pallets and brushes, placing them all on the table in front of the mirror, Robyn watching Taron’s reflection as Miles covered his shoulders in a black cloak. She knew exactly what it was for and her heart sank a little at the thought of his clean-shaven jaw and while she loved Taron with stubble or no stubble, she just wanted to have one more kiss with him before it was gone. On her feet quickly, ignoring Stella’s calls of protest, she walked over to him and grabbed his hand, yanking him up from the chair, his face in surprise.
“Robyn…” His voice was drowned out by Stella’s which was then drowned out by Robyn’s.
“I need two of my seven minutes.” She said firmly opening the bathroom door and giving Taron a push inside. “Maybe three.” She winked to Stella, closing the door behind her.
Taron’s smile was stunning, his eyes bright in the lights of the bathroom. “You are terrible Miss Quinn.”
Robyn pulled on his cloak, making him step closer to her. “I need one more kiss before you are red carpet ready.”
Four minutes later, Robyn sat back on her chair, shrugging at the stylist. “I took liberalities and an extra minute.”
Stella gently took her chin in her hands. “So much for no make-up Robyn. I now have some red marks to cover up but you may have saved me from picking a lipstick. You must stay put. I only have one hour and forty-five minutes now.”
“I won’t move.” She replied but her eyes were locked on Taron’s as he smirked at her in the refection of the glass mirror. “Not a peep either.”
Satisfied when Robyn zipped her lips, Stella nodded towards Millie, who came over to start on Robyn’s hair, while at the window, Miles was starting the process of Taron’s shave.
Exactly one hour and forty-four minutes later, Stella added one last spritz of hair spray to Robyn’s hair, then brushing some invisible specks from Taron’s shoulders, stood back to admire the couple. “First appearance together as a couple?” She asked.
“First one.” Taron confirmed as he held out his phone to her. “Would you? I am sure Robyn has a space she needs to fill on her photo wall.”
Stella snapped a quick photo of Robyn’s smile at Taron as he looked sideways at her, before she made them pose over and over, the phone ringing in her hand stopping her.
“That’s our ride.” He said taking the phone from Stella and answering the call.
“You two go and have fun. We will clean up here and it will be like we never step foot in the place.”
Robyn gave Stella a tight hug, despite her protests of creasing her jumpsuit and once she had her clutch and double checked it for what she needed to bring, took Taron’s hand and they made their way out of the hotel and into the blacked-out car.
“I don’t have to do any interviews cariad.” Taron said as they were a block away from the theatre. “A photo or two and then done.”
“Sounds perfect.” 
“Then we can just go inside and find our seats. Hugh made sure we had ones right in the centre of the theatre.”
“Sounds even better.”
“The perfect view and optimum position for singing along.” He chuckled.
“There will be none of that.” Robyn blushed. “There was plenty earlier on.”
“Robyn…” Taron turned in his seat to look at her. “Really? No singing? You?”
She gently gave his thigh a poke. “Ok maybe quiet singing.” She turned to him so she could fix his tie. He looked very handsome in his waistcoat and pink shirt, his jaw smooth, his hair neatly gelled back.
Taron laughed at her. “Quiet singing indeed.” He kissed her temple, his lips lingering on her skin. “Love you.”
“Love you too.” She replied as the car stopped.
They had already decided as they travelled to New York on the plane, that they were just going to be themselves, and hold hands and let whatever happens happen. They had such luck with the media over the last year, they felt no need to hide anything when they were in public, knowing at some point, photos were going to be posted and questions were going to be asked, so getting out of the car, Taron held his hand out for Robyn and didn’t let go until they posed for a photo in front of the RENT sign, his hand slipping around her waist instead. Many photos were taken as they stood together and Robyn’s hand tickling his side, made his smile last longer than his patience for the constant calling of his names, their pace easy as they strolled towards the entrance of the theatre.
In their seats, Robyn was buzzing with excitement and the performance did not let her down. The cast were phenomenal in every way possible and she told Hugh so when they went backstage to congratulate him, still on a high as they got back to the hotel a few hours later. She kicked off her shoes and threw herself onto the bed, grinning as Taron copied her, his tie long gone and top buttons of his shirt open. She snuggled into him, her right hand gently stroking his left jaw.
“Best night.” She whispered.
“It was pretty great.” He agreed, his left hand running around her back slowly.
“So tomorrow I get to plan everything right?”
“Robyn…” He lightly tickled her side. “Yes tomorrow you can plan everything and we will go the ticket booth to see if we can get to another show.” He giggled as she lifted her body so she could place little kisses all over his face. “I guess that’s a yes then?”
They blended into the busy streets of New York the next day, no one paying them any attention at all and even when the photos appeared online of them hand in hand together at the opening night of Rent, Taron didn’t feel the usual guilt and nerves that came when their picture appeared on social media. Instead, his stomach turned with butterflies and a beautiful feeling of love for the woman who made the smile permanent on his face. Lindsey had given him a quick call about the photos and gossip and rumours online, surprised at how calm her usual panicked Taron was, telling Lindsey that he was ok with it all, asking her opinion about posting a photo on his own social media.
“It’s a beautiful photo, love.” Tina told him, two days later when her son and Robyn sat in her kitchen in Aberystwyth, catching up with each other.
“It’s the first one we ever took with each other.” Taron explained to his mam, his hand reaching for Robyn’s hand across the table. “It just felt like the right one, and the right time.”
He hadn’t even thought twice about it, asking Robyn if she was ok with his photo. Her kiss told him everything he needed to know and as she started to pack up their cases to leave New York, Taron sat on the bed and thought long and hard about the words he wanted under the photo. He had typed up an essay before he erased every word and wrote ‘My best friend, my love, my cariad’ under the photo instead. He still cringed at how bruised his face was in the picture, the black eye and steri-strips on head his head a reminder of how they met, what they had been through and how far they had come and how much love and respect he had for Robyn. It was why he wanted to post the photo. To let the world know before the speculation started, to stop hiding and to trust in what he had with Robyn. Pressing ‘done’, the photo uploaded in an instant and the comments came in even quicker.
“And the comments have been really lovely to read.” Robyn said avoiding Taron’s eye and looking to Tina. “The fans have been so nice and the photos from New York…”
“Where you both looked fabulous as always.” Tina interrupted, ignoring her son’s eye roll.
Robyn chuckled at his face, giving his hand a squeeze which she was still holding. “The photos from New York were fabulous.” She agreed. “And hopefully any future appearances will be just as positive.”
“I am sure they will Robyn.” Tina comforted. “You two have had this connection and understanding with the media since you met and together you two, as corny as it sounds, you can do anything.”
A little shy smile filled Robyn’s lips, while Taron’s cheeks blushed slightly, both saved from giving an answer when Mari rang into the kitchen.
“Robyn, you promised me the next time and now is the next time so can we please practise together?” She held up the tin whistle.
Getting to her feet, Robyn leaned into given Taron’s temple a kiss. “We will take it outside. Don’t tell your mam everything we did on holiday.” She winked leaving hand in hand with Mari.
Taron watched until she out of his eye line, a little sigh leaving his lips, turning to look at his mother who was beaming at him. “Ah mam, stop it.”
“Stop what.”
“That! That look. It’s just Robyn.”
“Well love when you get that look from your face, I will get the one from mine.” She covered his two hands with her own. “Have I told you how much I adore her?”
Taron shook his head. “Only three times since I got home.”
Tina laughed. “So how was it? And contrary to what Robyn suggested, I want all the details.”
“It was the most perfect holiday.” His smile grew. “To get that time together and alone was everything and more.”
“And the 7/11?” Tina cautiously asked.
Taron’s eyes closed and he felt his mam’s grip on his hands tighten. “It was horribly terrifying but such a weight has been lifted from both our shoulders. I feel like we can actually move on now.”
“And you went swimming, in the pool.”
Taron shook his head with a grin. “It was a holiday of complete healing.”
“And you and Robyn?”
“Mam…”
“What? I am your mother. It is my right to ask and know and be nosey.”
Taron leaned in to kiss her cheek, his arms wrapping around her for a hug. “She is the most beautiful person inside and out and I am the luckiest man in the world to have her in my life and her love and I do not want her to go on Sunday.”
Tina hugged her son tight, feeling his body sag a little. “The distance is always hard love, you have known that from the first time you said goodbye to her, and of course this time will be much more emotional but the love you two have for each other will always be strong enough to see you through and I am sure you will have another visit planned before you know it.”
Taron nodded into his mam’s shoulder. “I know, I know.”
Tina took her hands from his back and as he left the hug, placed them on his cheeks. “You have always managed to see each other and you still will and each time will be even more special.”
“Thanks mam.”
Tina placed a kiss on his forehead. “Anytime.”
“Mam I did it!” Mari came running into the kitchen. “I played the song and I played it with no mistakes.” Robyn was strolling after her, Rosie by her side.
“Well of course you did.” Tina beamed, giving her daughter a hug. “You have the best teacher.”
“I wouldn’t say that.” Robyn replied. “She knew most of it herself. A few tricks along the way helped her out.” She stood beside Taron, her hand on his shoulder. “She’ll be a pro soon.”
“So are you two going to stay for dinner or do you have plans for the evening?” Tina asked.
“We would love to stay for dinner.” Robyn answered, Taron’s concentration engrossed in his phone. “It would be nice to have a family catch up.”
“Love?” Tina rapped the table in front of her son. “Anyone home?”
Taron looked up from his phone, to see four faces staring at him. “Oh sorry. Elton was messaging me.”
“Dinner, tonight?” Tina asked, ignoring his words about Elton.
Taron looked over his shoulder to Robyn. “I have already accepted the invite.”
“Perfect.” Looking to his mother, he nodded. “Please.”
“Great.” She sighed as her son’s attention was in his phone again. “Taron…”
He looked up and bit his lip. “Sorry, sorry. I was just…” His phone dinged and he looked down, then turning his chair to Robyn. “So, any plans for October?” He asked. “Because, we have been invited to Elton’s AID’s foundation party and this time, he wants to make sure you can come for the whole weekend and is giving ample notice.”
Robyn’s smile grew. “Date?”
“October 6thth.”
“Tell him I would love to.”
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justsomerandomfanfic · 6 months ago
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We Meet Again In Italy - Eggsy Unwin X Female Reader
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Title: We Meet Again In Italy
Eggsy Unwin X Female Reader
Additional Characters: Reader's boss, Random character (Alexandra Winslet), Kingsman (Mentioned), and Harry Hart (Mentioned)
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WC: 4,186
Warnings: Reader is mentioned wearing a dress/heels/makeup, enemies to lovers, banter, flirting, teasing, very brief mention on abuse, some italics, brief mention of crying, slight angst, and fluff
One word to describe Italy is 'breathtaking,' and that couldn't be more true than it was when you walked through the streets of Rome upon your first day there. Everything about Italy seemed so picturesque and beautiful. But you didn't have time to walk around and enjoy the scenery - no matter how much you would have loved to do so - you were on your mission. After the incident in the bookstore in New York, you were determined to get that file back from Eggsy.
"He's been spotted entering his hotel. Hotel Da Vinci." Your boss spoke to you over your earpiece as you sat in the middle of your large hotel bed. That was actually really nice; you might have to invest in a better mattress when you got home. "A message will come to you shortly with the information, along with the address to the gala he is going to be attending tonight."
Pausing, your hand hovering over your paperwork. "Gala?" You knew Eggsy loved to dance, but still. "Why is he going to a gala?" You asked, picking up the couple of pictures you had of Eggsy in various locations back from when you were tailing him in New York.
"He's meeting someone by the name of Alexandra Winslet. We doubt that is her real name, but that's all the information that we got on her."
"A name and a face is all I need." You spoke up, eyes flickering to your phone as a notification popped up. Picking up your phone from beside you on the bed, you unlock it before tapping your messages, slowly scanning the few pictures and documents that you were sent. Stopping at the picture of the supposed Alexandra Winslet, you hummed, tilting your head to the side. "Purple," You muttered, your eyes immediately going to her hair, which was short, cut to just below her chin; in a shade of violet purple. One thing was for sure, you'd have an easy time spotting her in a crowd. Scrolling further, you stopped at the picture of a mansion, surrounded by a fancy iron gate. "I am assuming that this mansion is where the gala is going to be held?"
You watched as the message bubbles popped up before you were sent the address, "Yes," Your boss then spoke, "It's a black-and-white event. Make sure to keep within the dress code. And get that file back. I don’t want any other issues to arise."
Shutting your phone off, you leaned back against the plush, satin headboard, "Sure thing, boss," You sighed, rubbing your forehead with a hand, you kept your hand there as you shut your eyes, "Is there anything else I need to know?"
"We’ll keep you updated." The line went dead.
Huffing, you opened your eyes, blinking as you checked your watch on your wrist. "Well," You muttered to yourself, clicking off your earpiece as you shuffled off the bed, trying not to crumple any of your paperwork and pictures as you did so. "Time to go shopping, I guess."
And so, you found yourself in Milan, which was the same city where the gala was going to be held. Milan was such a lovely place, full of rich, dazzling architecture, just like the rest of the country; it was also quite famous for fashion, especially among wealthy business people and high society alike. And before you knew it, your small shopping spree was finished. With two large bags looped on your arms, you made your way to your rental, and back to your hotel.
Entering your hotel room, you quickly shut the door, locking it before you sped to the bed and placed your bags down. They weren't hurting your arms with their weight, no, but it was what was inside that was important: your dress. Sliding out the white, paper box, you spied the brand name on the top lid, written in black, curvy font. Carefully, you pulled off the lid, feeling a small rush of adrenaline fill your system as you sat the lid to the side, your eyes zoned in on the black folded dress before you. 
Biting your lip, you tried to hide the large grin that was about to spread on your face as you gently took the fabric into your hands. Without a second thought, and seeing that you were right on time, you began to get ready for the gala.
It was around four once you finished getting ready, dressed to the nines and a hint of excitement ran through you. Staring at yourself in the full-length mirror near the bathroom, you turned every which way, your lips curled upward, feeling completely gorgeous. The dress was all-black, the sleeves were off-the-shoulder, the maxi skirt just brushed the floor, and it was made out of the softest velvet that you have ever felt in your entire life. Once you saw the dress on one of the mannequin models, you knew that you had to have it. Brushing your hands down the skirt, you gave yourself one last look; honestly loving the way your red, painted lips stood out amongst the black.
Turning to the bed, you pulled your message bag over, opened the flap, and pulled out a small, wooden rectangular box. You paused, eyes softening as you opened the box's lid, revealing a simple, gold necklace with a single pendant hanging from it. You smiled softly as you gazed at it, remembering the night that he had given it to you. Turning to the mirror once more, you carefully unclasped the necklace, sliding it around your neck before fastening the clasp behind your neck. As you stared at yourself, you started to wonder what he would think. Would he like it? You bit your lip as your fingers grazed over the gold surface, only to shake your head; you shouldn't be thinking like that. It shouldn't even matter what Eggsy thinks. This was a mission. This was your job, your life. You didn't have time for romance or flirtatious games. Not this time around.
Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to turn away from the reflection and looked around your hotel room for your shoes. Finding the box of brand-new gold heels near the door of the bed, you picked up one of them and slipped it onto your foot before slipping on the other heel. Standing straight, you looked into your mirror again, fiddling with your hair before you felt your mind slipping back to him. Growing frustrated with yourself, you glared at your reflection.
"Get the file and leave." You spoke, voice stern, "Don't fall for his tricks again... You don't have time for it. You're on a mission, remember?" You muttered to yourself. You shook your head. You could hear his laughter in your ears, see that grin on his face, that glimmer in his eyes... You gritted your teeth. Closing your eyes tight, you inhaled sharply before opening them, pushing those thoughts away. Raising your hand, you turned on your earpiece with two soft taps, "Sir, I'm ready."
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Pulling up to the mansion, you leaned over slightly to look at it through the front view window. You had done a bit of research on the large home before arriving. Villa Mondadori, an Art Nouveau building. Designed by architect Steno Sioli Legnani for the textile entrepreneur Pasquale Crespi in 1897, it consisted of fifteen bedrooms, fifteen bathrooms, various large lounges, and a spa area with a complete gym, cinema room, bar, and terraces. At the small tap on your passenger window, you snapped out of your daze, your eyes landing on what you assumed to be the valet parking attendant.
Stepping out of your car, you handed the valet the keys, giving the young man a polite smile and nod before looking up at the building as you walked up the three steps. The building was three stories, the first level's exterior was almost an ivory color, while the second and third levels were a sort of cream color. What you loved the most were the large windows, large enough to let in all the natural light. You tried to pay no mind to the two guards at the door, walking towards them, holding yourself high and confidently.
"Ciao," You gave them both a charming smile, hoping that either of them would just let you in, as you had planned.
The one guard to your left was tall, well past six feet, and with trimmed blonde hair that was combed to the side. The guard to your right was a bit shorter than his guard partner, though still taller than you, and was far less intimidating, but you took note of his piercing blue eyes and the way his black hair was buzzed close to the scalp. Both men stared at you, observing and analyzing you as their eyes narrowed and their mouths pursed. Before you could ask them if they were going to allow you entrance into the house, the guard on the left cleared his throat, "Buona sera," He said, his eyes slowly looking at you up and down.
You expertly hid your distaste as you replied politely, "Sì, buona sera." You glanced at each of them, expectantly, and finally, they moved aside, allowing you entry into the house. The hallway that led straight ahead was lined with doors, all decorated with lavish designs and intricate woodwork carved into the frames. There were paintings of beautiful landscapes hung along the walls, some of which were covered by black and white, silky drapes. Fit for the gala's theme, you admired it.
Following the live classical music that was echoing throughout the halls, you found yourself in the main room, watching as couples danced together in what you presumed was the living room they converted into a ball-like room. You took a moment to admire the room around you, eyeing the grand, crystal chandelier that hung down, and the large windows that surrounded the room. Taking another glance at your surroundings, your eyes landed on a bar lounge on the far right wall, admiring the beautifully detailed painted ceiling, depicting the Renaissance era. The room was lit up brightly, making the room feel warm and inviting, and you couldn't help but let a small sigh escape your lips; it really was quite beautiful, even though you weren't there to enjoy the party, you were here for that file. That you hoped to god Eggsy brought with him somehow.
Moving with a certain grace, you made your way to the bar, finding a nice place to stand and watch the couples dancing the night away to the live violin, cello, and piano concertos playing from a stage further away from where you were standing. It was a quick dance, the couples stepping closer together as they spun circles around the room; dresses fluttered around their legs. Their movements captivated you.
"What are you doing here?" A voice spoke up, and the corner of your lips lifted when you heard it. Leaning on the counter behind you, you rested your elbows against it as you turned your head to meet Eggsy's confused and astounded gaze.
"Can't a girl go out and have fun?" You asked, smiling coyly as you turned around the face the bar, Eggsy turned with you, his body facing you, his eyes staring at the side of your face; his expression turned from bewildered to something unknown.
As you signaled the bartender, Eggsy finally spoke up once more. "I wasn't aware that you were invited..." His tone lightened some.
"Neither was I." You responded simply as the bartender walked over to you. "Martini. Asciutto." You requested before looking back over at Eggsy coyly. "I sort of just... Invited myself." Smirking slightly, you waited patiently as the bartender prepared your drink. When the bartender was about to give you the drink, you took the drink. Turning to face Eggsy, you kept your eyes on his as you took a sip. You watched as his eyes followed the movement of your mouth, as he swallowed his own drink. Shrugging casually, you looked back up at Eggsy.
"Well now," Eggsy sat down his glass, "Let's not get straight to business. Isn't the view wonderful?" Your eyes roamed around the room, taking in the scenery before you turned your gaze back to the man beside you.
"Quite wonderful," You answered, "You clean up well, Eggsy." You teased, leaning forward slightly.
Eggsy's eyes flashed, a smirk forming across his lips, "You look stunning, as usual, love." His eyes scanned over your form, slowly, drinking you in, "Do you care to dance?" He asked, chuckling softly as he took another sip of his drink.
"Dance?" You replied, taking a sip of your martini as well. Dancing with him couldn't hurt. It would give you an excuse to get closer to him, for the file... Yeah, for the file. He might have it in his inside jacket pocket. Coming quickly with your conclusion, you nodded, setting down your drink and offering your hand. "Just one, Eggsy. And then we talk."
"Whatever you want, love," He spoke, taking your hand in his and leading you to the dance floor, and what timing... The band had begun to play a slow song.
Pulling you close, and with one hand in yours, Eggsy put his other hand on your waist, as you put your extra hand on his shoulder. To the music the both of you swayed, moving from side to side, Eggsy keeping his eyes on you the entire time, as you gazed into his. It was nice, the atmosphere, but the unsaid tension was still there.
"Agent, does he have the file?" You heard over your earpiece, making you huff as you took your hand off of his shoulder to turn off your earpiece.
Eggsy tilted his head slightly, his eyes shining with slight amusement at your annoyed expression before they softened once more, his eyes landing on the necklace that lay around your neck. Without a word, he reached out and lightly brushed his thumb across the surface of the smooth, gold pendant. Your skin tingled as his thumb caressed the top of the necklace gently, his eyes remained glued to the necklace. "I remember that night." He muttered, finally allowing his eyes to stray from the necklace to your eyes. "We were after the same person, back in-"
"Back in Japan. I know." You pursed your lips, looking at him intently, trying your best to keep a calm composure as the memories resurfaced in your mind once more.
Dance, grab, and go. Dance, grab, and go. 
Eggsy mimicked you, pursing his own lips as he stared right back at you. He was studying you. From all the times you and he found each other during overlapping missions - which was quite a few over the years - he knew that you were hiding something. Something deep within. But what? He liked to think that he could read you pretty easily, but even though he had known you for more than four years, you were still a mystery to him. You could be a very good actor if need be. You could hide anything. Hell, there were so many secrets behind those gorgeous eyes of yours. And that's what made you so good at your job, Eggsy thought. You concealed yourself, you didn't let anyone see you; but, there were always traces, tiny cracks, or hints that would show themselves to whomever was looking close enough. Eggsy thought he was lucky enough to see some of those cracks.
Eggsy suddenly realized how close the two of you were standing, with his hand on your waist, pulling you close to him, for a soft sway of a dance. He couldn't help but let himself enjoy this moment, enjoying the way your body felt pressed against his, the warmth that radiated from your skin onto his; seeping, warming his bones, and filling his veins with electricity. The way his pulse pounded in his ears as he stared at your lips, imagining pressing his own against them. He wanted to kiss you. Not just because he wanted to; no. It was more than that. It was a craving, a burning desire he had been fighting since day one of meeting you. Every time he saw you, his heart skipped a beat and butterflies filled his stomach whenever your eyes met - even though he hated how cliche that all sounded in his head - he swore that he was getting addicted to you - he was addicted to you - his whole world became completely focused on you. It was insane. The longing.
If only, in a perfect world, the both of you could go off the grid, away from the espionage and the lies, and just be together. Away from the stress, the fear, the uncertainty. Just be together. But, Eggsy loved working as a spy. It was what his father did before him, and it gave Eggsy a new meaning of life… If Harry hadn’t found him, he probably would’ve still been outsmarting his mother’s abusive boyfriend by now. But you… If you had asked him to quit… He’d quit for you. 
Licking his lips, Eggsy spoke up, "I didn't think you'd keep it." You frowned, slightly, "Your necklace, I mean." He added quickly, his fingers twitching as he tightened his hold on your waist.
"Why wouldn't I keep it?" You raised a brow, "It's cute."
Eggsy chuckled, a grin reappearing back on his face, feeling the slightly awkward tension lifting, "I told you I have great taste.” He then continued, “Now, you never answered my question, love."
"As to why I'm here?" You continued with your response, raising a brow as your hand slid down from his shoulder to rest on his chest. You almost let out a small laugh, biting your bottom lip to stop the smile that was threatening to come out. A wave of fulfillment washed over you, and you felt like a weight had disappeared off of your shoulders. The file, the one that you were looking for, was in his breast pocket. You could tell from just the slightest of pressure that he carefully folded it all to fit into the pocket. "I'm here for that file that you stole from me."
Eggsy chuckled, shaking his head lightly, though you could see what you thought was disappointment in his eyes. "And here I thought you just wanted to see me."
"Who says I didn't also come here to see you?" You smiled, your hand sliding back up to place itself on his shoulder.
"Really, love?" Eggsy asked, raising an eyebrow as he stared at you, trying to discern if you were lying or if this was just some ploy to let his guard down, or possibly trick him into giving you the file... Which he would not do. He'd do anything for you, but giving you the file was not one of them.
You glanced away at the band, "Who's Alexandra Winselt?" You suddenly asked, bringing your voice down into a soft murmur, your eyes once more locking on his. 
"Jealous much, Y/N?" He joked, causing you to roll your eyes before answering him,
"Annoying much, Eggsy?"
Even though it didn't match up well with how slow the song was, Eggsy spun you out before spinning you back in - the hem of your dress swirling around you - before dipping you; your leg instinctively went up against the side of his torso, making him hold your thigh tightly with one hand, while the other was secured around your waist. Looking down at you, it wasn't obvious what he was thinking about, which made it all the more intriguing. And although the music was still playing, you felt the silence in the air.
He pulled you back up slowly, and for a moment, a slight moment, you thought he was going to kiss you. There was this... This look in his eyes was warm - You felt your heart swell - you couldn't figure out if this look he was giving you was new, or if he had ever looked at you like that before. You didn't think he looked at you like that before... Maybe it was in Rio, or Japan the year before, or maybe even in Canada the year before that... Maybe it was in London, where you first met. You were sure, but that look, it was something else.
Dance.
"Eggsy..." You spoke up, cutting the thick tension like a knife through butter, your voice no higher than a whisper - angelic in his ears; you almost felt as if you didn't even say anything, but you were certain Eggsy heard you. 
You felt an overwhelming urge to lean up and kiss him, but instead, you held yourself back from doing so. The moment lasted only for a second but it seemed like hours as Eggsy kept staring into your eyes, trying to determine whether or not to let his desires take control. If only he knew how strong the pull was between the two of you; it was like the gravity between the two of you grew and multiplied, as if you two were drawn to each other by magnets. You both stood, in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by other dancers as the music faded and a more upbeat classical song began. 
“Y/N…” Eggsy raised his hand, tucking a few stray hairs behind your hair, his movements almost trance-like.
And then he was leaning in, and so were you. Eyes heavy-lidded, you felt his hot breath against your face, his nose nudging yours, your lips just brushing his. But you paused, just a hair away from your lips on his, you... You couldn’t do it. Sighing deeply, you shut your eyes fully, your mind and heart fighting against one another as Eggsy opened his eyes, blinking rapidly; confused. 
Grab.
"I'm sorry, Eggsy... I can't do this." You slowly pulled back, unable to look him in the eye, but knowing that his lips were turned into an incredibly perplexed, yet somewhat sad frown. With a hesitant touch, you flatted his lapels before continuing, "I already got what I needed." You then quickly pulled away from him, his arms dropping from your waist as you hurried out of the room, and out of the extravagant mansion.
… And go.
You harshly bit your bottom lip, the back of your eyes burning with unshed tears as you lightly sniffled and sped to your car, blindly and expertly grabbing the keys from the valet attendant. You didn't waste your time speeding out of the lot, and down the road before tapping on the radio. You turned up the volume, your eyes blurring slightly as you drove back to your hotel. You needed to get out of the country, and fast. God, feelings, you hated them. They just complicated everything, and they always hurt. You tried so hard to not fall for him, but every single time he walked into the room, every single time he made your cheeks flush, every single time his eyes met yours and he got that little smile on his face, everything inside of you melted like ice cream on a hot summer day. How was he able to make you feel like this? You had to get out of the country.
Eggsy stood, in the middle of the dancefloor, without you, and though he looked sort of odd standing there all by himself, staring at the floor in a sort of faraway expression on his face, he didn't care. He never really cared about what people thought about him. He felt heartbroken... It was the best word he could think of. Both heartbroken and confused. Why did you leave like that? He was pretty sure that if he left right now, he could have followed you. He wanted to, but... He knew that it wouldn't have worked. You were too independent, and too stubborn - it was two of the many things he loved about you. You had to come to your own conclusions. And he was sure that you had done that. He just wasn't the answer. 
Sighing, Eggsy took a deep breath in and out, his shoulders drooping as he gathered his composure. But he froze once more, feeling his shoulders stiffen again and his eyes widened slightly as he took in a sharp breath. 'I already got what I needed...' Eggsy replayed your words over and over again in his head and he recognized those words. They were the same words he said to you after he grabbed the file from you in New York at that bookstore. His hand snapped up to his right breast pocket. Opening his jacket, he huffed, defeated, dropping his hands to his side. The file was gone. Though, through the heartache, he let a small, fond - and definitely impressed - smile spread onto his face. Yet again, you managed to surprise him. He sighed heavily, running a hand down his face before heading to the bar. He needed a drink.
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he already has my approval ~ taron egerton
word count: 4393
request?: no
description: in which her dad keeps trying to set her up with her celebrity crush, who just so happens to be playing him in a biopic
pairing: taron egerton x female!reader
warnings: swearing
masterlist (one, two, three)
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The first time I met Taron was on the red carpet for Kingsman: The Golden Circle, and it did not go as well as I had wished it would’ve.
I had seen the first movie in theaters when it came out and immediately developed a crush on Eggsy, and, in turn, on his actor Taron. When dad was offered a cameo in the sequel, I think I was more excited than he was. I begged dad basically every day to let me go to set with him, but I was in college at the time and neither of my dads would let me miss that much time to travel just to meet my celebrity crush. It felt unfair at the time, but they had a point in the long run.
When the day of the premiere came around, dad took me as his plus one to the red carpet. I was buzzing with excitement the entire day as dad’s stylists came in to help us get ready for the night, but the minute our ride pulled up to the red carpet my excitement turned to nervousness. There was no reason for me to be so nervous. I had been to huge events like this before, and of course I had met famous people plenty of times. But there was something about meeting my actual celebrity crush that made me feel like a high schooler who was about to go on her first date.
Dad introduced me to Taron, because of course he did. Fatherhood never changed who dad was, and he was shithead, cocky, lived to tease everyone in his life Elton John. I always knew it was a bad idea to tell dad about my crush on Taron, but I never regretted it more than when I heard him shout across the red carpet, “Taron, darling, come here!”
He looked like the most handsome man in the entire world dressed in his suit, his smile lighting up his face as he approached us. That moment was when I realized he was real. He wasn’t just a character on my screen; he was an actual real person. And now he was stood in front of me. So close that I could smell his cologne, and boy, did it ever smell good.
“Taron, I want you to meet my daughter (Y/N),” dad said, gesturing to me. I was still in such awe by his beauty that I almost forgot who I even was.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/N),” Taron said as he shook my hand. “Elton has spoke very highly of you.”
My brain was definitely short circuiting. Hearing him say my name was one thing, but then for him to also say that he’s heard a lot about me from dad also contributed to it. When I realized I was just stood there staring at him like an idiot, I felt embarrassment wash over me. I tried to force myself to say something, but it was like I completely forgot how to speak English.
“She’s a little shy because she has a crush on you.”
I turned to look at dad in disbelief. If there was a higher power, They would do me a favor and open up the floor to swallow me whole and take me away from this entire situation.
I made my escape before Taron could say anything. I turned away from the two of them and walked away as quickly as possible.
The memory haunted my nightmares for a while afterwards. Even after I managed to forget about it for the most part, the intrusive thought would pop into my mind from time to time just to make me cringe. I could barley ever watch Taron’s movies anymore without thinking about that moment, which was hard since I still had such a big crush on him.
A year later, I was on set with dad and papa for the movie papa was producing about dad. Papa was so excited, as he was making the movie as a gift to dad. Papa had complete creative freedom and dad was able to give as much input as he wanted. When filming started, the two of them wanted to bring me, Zachary, and Elijah on set to watch some of the filming. They hadn’t told me much about the movie just yet, but papa��s excitement was contagious enough that I was feeling it, too.
“We’re filming the Troubadour scene today,” papa was telling us. “Full 70s aesthetic. You guys are gonna feel like you were really there to see your dad’s first ever solo performance.”
“Do I get any 70s outfits once you guys are done filming?” I asked.
“Darling, you know we have a closet full of all my favorite outfits from those days,” dad said. “You’re free to go through it as you please. It’ll be the real deal, not some cheaply made replicas.”
“Hey! You’re the one who approved of Taron’s wardrobe!” papa said with a chuckle.
The mention of his name made me stop in my tracks. “Wait...whose wardrobe?”
Both of them looked at me, confused by my reaction. “Taron, honey,” papa said. “That’s who’s playing dad in the movie. You didn’t know that?”
Memories from the year before came rushing back. I could not see him again or else I may just turn into an embarrassment puddle at his feet. I especially couldn’t be here with dad and have a potential repeat of the situation.
As if reading my thoughts, dad walked up to me and gently took my hand in his. “Honey, it’s been a year. He’s not going to remember.”
“But what if he does?” I asked. “God, he probably thinks I’m crazy after our first encounter. I can’t watch the filming.”
“Hey, hey, calm down sweetheart,” papa said. “You’re working yourself up. It’s okay. If you feel uncomfortable you don’t have to watch, but I don’t think it’ll be as bad as you’re expecting.”
I took a couple deep breaths to calm myself down. I wanted to be there and support both of my dads on this project they were both so excited over. I knew they were right and Taron likely didn’t even remember our first encounter, but I still couldn’t shake this pre-embarrassment feeling about seeing him again.
I sucked it up and followed them to the Troubadour set. There were many extras dressed in 70s clothes standing around the stage. The general murmur of the crowd turned into an excited one as people began to notice dad walking onto the set. I couldn’t see Taron anywhere, but I did recognize Richard Madden talking to the movie’s director, Dex Fletcher. Zachary was tightly holding my hand, trying to hide behind me. I knew the crowd was likely making him nervous, so I squeezed his hand and picked him up.
“Lead actor walking the set!”
I felt my body tense as everyone turned to see Taron taking the stage. He was wearing a pair of white overalls and a navy blue shirt with silver stars. He had on a wig that looked like dad’s hair from this time period and a pair of thick framed glasses that matched his overalls. He looked really good, even if he was dressed as my dad.
It took my brain a moment to register that he was walking towards us. I felt the panic return, but I tried my best to play it cool.
“It’s like looking in a mirror,” dad said as he embraced Taron. “I still have this outfit I’m pretty sure. I was just telling (Y/N) that I still have all my favorite outfits back home going all the way back to this very first performance.”
At the mention of my name, Taron’s eyes landed on me. I tried not to crumple under his gaze, and kept the smile on my face.
“Hey,” Taron said. “Good to see you again.”
“Good to see you, too,” I said, surprisingly myself with how confident i sounded.
“Who is this little guy?” Taron asked, referring to Zachary. The young boy buried his face in my neck, peaking one eye up at Taron.
“This is Zachary,” I said. “Z, this is Taron. Doesn’t he look like daddy?”
Taron struck a pose for Zachary, who seemed to warm up slightly but not a lot.
“What do you think, Elijah?” papa asked the youngest boy. “Do you think Taron looks like daddy?”
Elijah shook his head. “Daddy is old!”
We burst out into laughter as dad gave Elijah a mocked offended look. Elijah squealed as dad picked him up and began tickling his sides. Zachary was still a bit hesitant, but I could feel his body shaking as he chuckled in my arms.
“Come on, Rocket Man, we gotta start filming,” Dex called to Taron.
Taron made his way onto the set stage. Quiet was called and a hush fell over the room. The minute Dex called action, music filled the silence. One of dad’s songs, his least favorite yet one of his most popular ones, began to play. Except it wasn’t dad singing it, it was Taron’s voice. I was a little shocked to hear him singing instead of there being a backing track of dad’s music, but I had to admit he was an amazing singer. It was a fantastic choice they made. His singing voice was amazing and it made the movie have more of a fantastical musical vibe, instead of just a movie with dad’s voice dubbed over for the music.
I tried to get Zachary out of his shell more by dancing with him while the music was playing. We were not strangers to dad’s music. The three of us had seen dad perform on numerous occasions. I figured the familiarity of the music, plus the goofy dancing would definitely help with his nervousness. And I was right for the most part; Zachary came out of his nervous cocoon eventually and started dancing with me. By the time Dex called cut on the scene, Zachary felt comfortable enough to be put back down on to the floor and followed dad and papa to meet Jamie Bell, who was playing Uncle Bernie.
“Seems he enjoyed the show.”
I jumped at the sound of Taron’s voice so suddenly. He was laughing at my reaction as I turned back to him, my heart beating a million beats per second just having him so close to me.
“I think he just needed some time to warm up to being around so many people,” I said. “Usually when we go to dad’s shows we’re in a special VIP area where it’s just the three of us and papa, so he’s not used to so many people and so much attention being on him.”
“I get that. He’s only young. Doesn’t fully understand how well loved his dad is.”
“I don’t think I even fully understand it, and I’m in my mid 20s,” I said.
Taron chuckled and I couldn’t help but smile too. The realization of his realness was starting to wash over me again. He was actually here, stood in front of me, talking to me. He was a real person!
“Listen,” Taron said, “I wanted to talk about the first time we met.”
I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I tried not to let my embarrassment show too much. Maybe if I pretended I didn’t even remember, we could just move on from the entire situation and pretend like it never happened.
“I’m sorry it went the way that it did,” he continued. “I know you were embarrassed about what your dad said. I know Elton meant no harm, and he was just trying to tease you because...well, he’s Elton John, but it really wasn’t fair of him to say that to me when we were first meeting. I could tell by your face that that wasn’t exactly the way you wanted our first meeting to go.”
I was a little surprised by what he was saying. I don’t know why I was expecting for him to say something that would make the situation worse, like maybe calling me out on my crush and saying something about it. He seemed like a really nice guy, not the type to make someone feel bad. But I guess, after having an entire year to let that embarrassing moment stew, I just expected the worst if I ever met him again.
“I appreciate you saying that,” I said. “It definitely was not the way I wanted to meet the guy I had such a big crush on. I think dad expects stuff like that to wash over me like water off a duck’s back because of who he is and how many famous people I’ve met and am close to, but his status never makes those types of interactions easier. Again, especially when meeting someone that I was crushing so hard on.”
Taron was giving me a look that I wasn’t sure how to read at first. “Was?”
My brows furrowed together. “Hmm?”
“You said ‘someone I was crushing on’. As in you’re not anymore?”
I wasn’t sure why that was the part he was focusing on. I opened my mouth to respond, but Dex called to Taron again. Taron looked at me and winked behind the thick framed glasses before making his way back to set to start filming again. And it was with that wink that I could not handle anymore and finally had to sit myself down.
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I kept coming to set the next few weeks. At first it was only one day out of the week for a couple of hours, but soon enough I was tagging along with dad and papa every day. I tried to tell them it was because I was enjoying watching the movie being filmed, and getting to relive these big moments with dad, but they both knew that wasn’t the truth. They knew I was going because I wanted to see Taron.
We had gotten to talking a lot in between takes when I was on set. About everything and anything really. It started with just getting to know each other, but eventually it blossomed into talking about whatever was on our minds. Sometimes it was about the movie, sometimes it wasn’t. Either way, we just got to know one another. And eventually, my “celebrity crush” became a real one.
I knew my dads could see what was going on, but they didn’t bring it up. I figured that was mostly because of how my first interaction with Taron went and dad didn’t want to risk embarrassing me like that again. Which, I did appreciate. I felt like a friendship was being built with Taron and I didn’t want that to be risked with fatherly embarrassment to the extreme, even though I knew that wasn’t dad’s intentions.
One day, we walked on set and I was surprised to see Taron was nowhere in sight. Instead, we walked into a setup that looked like great grandma Ivy’s apartment that I had seen in plenty of dad’s baby pictures. There were three different actors than normal on set, one I recognized as Bryce Dallas Howard and one young boy I recognized to be dressed up the way dad had been when he was that age. I realized pretty quickly that today was probably mostly shooting scenes of flashbacks from dad’s childhood, which caused me to feel disappointed realizing that I likely wouldn’t be seeing Taron today.
I was sat in my usual seat (because yes, I had visited so often that I was given a seat with my name on it) watching the set up for the scene when dad came over and sat next to me, dramatically sighing as his body settled into the chair.
“These old bones can hardly sit down anymore,” he said.
I smiled at him. “Oh, please. You’re hardly that old, dad. Besides, we both know that after everything you’ve gone through, you’re going to outlive us all.”
“A man can only hope.” We laughed together. Dad put an arm around my shoulder and leaned into me. “Taron’s in his trailer, you know.”
“Oh?” I said, hoping I didn’t seem as excited by this information as I was. “He’s filming later on then?”
“Yeah, way later on this evening. David said that Taron showed up way earlier than he needed to claiming that he thought his call time was this morning, not this evening.” I raised an eyebrow at him, silently telling him to say whatever it was he was trying to say. “I don’t think that was the case, though.”
“Clearly.”
“I think he came here early hoping to see you.”
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “I think you’re being a little ambitious there dad.”
“About as ambitious as I would be to say that you show up every day so you can see him, too?” When I didn’t respond to that, dad just laughed. “I see things, (Y/N). My eyes may be old, but they can still see things that no one else sees.”
“And what is it that you see with me and Taron?”
“I see a young man who is enamored by a young woman, and a young woman who feels the same way. I also see two cowards who are too afraid to confess their feelings to one another.”
I playfully nudged him with my elbow, to which he dramatically clutched his stomach and acted like I had shot him or something.
“I’m not saying that Taron feels anything for me,” I said, “because I don’t think he does. I think he’s just being friendly with someone that he considers to be a friend. But, if what you’re saying is right and he does have romantic interest in me, maybe the reason why he won’t admit it is because he’s too afraid to? I mean, my dad is Elton John after all. That’s a pretty big name to have as a potential father-in-law.”
“Hey now, I didn’t say anything about marrying you off to the man.” I smiled and shook my head. This really was just an every day thing with dad. He loved being a father, but I think he loved being a nuisance more than that. Papa always warned him he would regret that when Zachary, Elijah, and I started to pick up on his habits. “But both of you know that Taron has my approval if he does want to pursue you romantically. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have even been cast in this movie!”
“You cast him because he’s a good actor!”
“Oh, that was only part of it. The other part was so that you two could have a do-over with your meeting, since I ruined the last one.”
I put my head on dad’s shoulder. “You didn’t ruin it. You just embarrassed me beyond belief, but that’s what a father does.”
Dad gave me a small squeeze before pulling me away from him. “Go to his trailer. Have a few moments alone.”
“Give you a few grandkids?”
He pushed me away, which caused me to laugh hysterically.
“Darling, I may be old but I am certainly not that old,” he said. “And, again, I said I approve of him. Not that you two need to get married and pop out babies right away. Go on a few dates first, for the love of God.”
I stood from my chair, still laughing. Dad tried to glare at me, but he couldn’t. This was just our relationship.
I made my way out of the set before they started filming so that I wouldn’t be disrupting anything. All the trailers were grouped together in the lot, luckily with signs on them to label what or whose trailer they were. Taron’s was the furthest on the lot, with a theatrical gold star stuck to the door with his name on it. Part of me figured this was dad’s doing, but the other part of me would believe that it was Dex’s doing, too. Papa truly couldn’t have chosen a better director to capture dad’s personality and aesthetic than Dex.
My heart was pounding so loud that I thought Taron would hear it before I even knocked. I took a deep breath and pushed myself to knock before I got too nervous and ran away instead. There was a brief rustling in the trailer before the door opened, revealing Taron in a pair of black and gold hot pants, a gold jacket that was left unzipped so I could see his entire torso and chest, and heeled shoes with gold tips and gold wings on the side. I wasn’t sure where to look first. My eyes naturally lingered on his chest, his coarse chest hair a welcoming sight, but I couldn’t help but glance lower at his thighs in those hot pants, too. Not to mention the bulge -
“Shit,” Taron breathed, a panicked look in his eyes. “Sorry, uh, I didn’t expect...I thought it might’ve been someone from the set. I’m just...uh...”
“In costume, I would assume,” I said, trying to pretend like I was looking at his shoes and not another area lower on his body.
“Yeah,” he said. His face was starting to turn bright read. “It’s for a scene later on...way later on. I’m - I was early today, so they already put me through costume and makeup.” He cleared his throat and ran his hands through his hair. “Do you, um, do you want to come in?”
I nodded, unsure if I could even form any words. He stepped aside to let me into his trailer. He still looked flustered by my sudden appearance, which I thought was cute.
“Don’t be sorry, by the way,” I told him. “I don’t mind this eye full that I’m getting. Quite the opposite, really.”
That only made him more flustered, and I couldn’t help but smirk at that reaction.
“You’re a lot like your dad,” he commented. “He said something similar while we were filming Kingsman a few years ago.”
“We Furnish-Johns have good taste in men.”
I sat down on the couch of his trailer and he sat across from me. I tried not to be too obvious with my gawking, but it was hard not to look at him. God, was he ever attractive. And here he was, sat next to me, practically naked, and all flustered because I had caught him this way. I felt like I should be feeling a similar way, but knowing that I was the one who had made him feel that way just made me feel so cocky instead.
“I didn’t think you were on set today,” I told him. “I showed up and didn’t see you or Jamie or Richard.”
“We’re filming a couple smaller scenes later on to end the day. Dex wanted to film all of the flashback shots of your dad before he was Elton John today, just to get that out of the way.”
“You got here really early for that. It’s not even noon, and your scenes are this evening papa said.”
Taron shrugged. “I got the wrong call time.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “By over 12 hours?”
He shrugged again, but didn’t offer any further explanation.
I took a deep breath, once again willing that cockiness to stay long enough so that I could say what I wanted to say without losing my nerve. “Remember the first day on set where we talked about the first time we met, and you made a point of asking me about my crush on you.”
Taron nodded. “Yeah. You made it seem like you didn’t feel that way anymore.”
“Yeah, I did. Because I thought I would scare you away if I admitted that I did still like you that way.” I was moving towards him now, closing the already smaller space between us. “That I do still like you that way, if you get what I’m saying.”
We were so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He was looking down at me in a way that I could only ever dream of having Taron Egerton look at me like. It was like the movies I had seen him in, except this was real life and the person he was looking at was actually me.
“I think I understand,” he said. “But just in case, is it okay if I do an experiment just to be sure?”
I giggled. “Yeah, that’s okay.”
He placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head back until I was looking up at him. He leaned forward at an agonizing pace before his lips finally pressed against mine. It felt like the entire world around us paused in that moment. I had to restrain myself from getting onto his lap and deepening the kiss, even though I wanted to so badly. I wanted to spend the next few hours in this trailer with him, not even letting him leave to go film. I wanted to be tangled up with him and never let him go ever again.
The kiss ended far too soon. When Taron pulled away, I tried to chase his lips to pull him back to me. He chuckled at my eagerness, allowing his lips to press against mine for a quick peck.
“Let me take you out before we get too hot and heavy,” he told me. “I want to take you on a proper date.”
“I guess we should do that before I jump your bones,” I teased. “But you do still have quite some time till your call time. If you’d like company while you wait, I wouldn’t mind staying here with you for a while. Especially if you’re going to be dressed like that the whole time.”
Taron’s face turned red again as he looked down at himself, almost like he forgot what he had been wearing. “Might be too tempting for you.”
“It definitely will be. But I will respect your virtue and not try to deflower you in your trailer.”
He buried his face in his hands. “Oh my God! What have I gotten myself into here?”
“Something pretty great, if you ask me.”
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HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY!!!! Wish you the best and an amazing day!!
From your prompt list, can I request
7. And at every table, I’ll save you a seat.
With Taron?
BY MY SIDE
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A/N: hi love! I’m so sorry this took me a lot of time to write! But I wasn’t in my greatest moment, I hope this is what you expect and I hope that you like it! Thank you so much for your wishes and I hope that you’ll have a great day!
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When you were a kid, you never imagine that you were going to see your best friend on the big screen, you always knew that Taron’s big dream was to be a movie star, and you were so proud and so happy to see his dream comes true, but you were also afraid of how this would change your relationship, but he proved you that anything changed between the two of you, he invites you to some of his red carpets, he called you when he got choose for new role. But you also have to admitted that you have a crush on him that you always tried to hide, you’re heart race with every smile he gave at you, or every time he brought coffee at your work, and you start to notice that in every dinner you have with your friends he always had a seat saved next to him for you, but you knew it was all in your head and you didn’t want to mess up your friendship so you start to avoid him, trying to calm your feelings, and you thought you finally get it until you open the door and you met his eyes, he was wet from the rain that was falling.
-Taron? Jesus your soaking, get in before you catch a cold- he follow your orders, before he said anything you went to the other room, you get back with a towel and a bathrobe, he look at you confused making you shrugged -I don’t have anything else, you can put this while your clothes gets dry- he nod and got inside the bathroom.
As he was in the bathroom you tried to calm yourself down by putting some coffee on, when he got out you heard him going to the laundry and a little while later the dryer going on, you couldn’t help but giggle when you saw him in the bathrobe.
-I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t laugh but purple is really your color- he rolled his eyes -do you want some coffee?.
-Yes please- he said, the two of you stayed completely silent as the two of you drank from your cups.
-Taron…
-Yn- you talk at the same time making you giggled -you go first- he said.
-Why are you here? I thought you were training for the role you got- you said.
-I was, but… why are you avoiding me?
-What? Why do you say that?
-Because lately every time I asked you out you said you been really busy with work, but I met Jenn at the gym and she told me that everything at your work it’s been really calm, so why?- he asked with a puppy look
-It 's nothing…
-how it could be nothing? You've been avoiding me for weeks and you said it’s nothing- he said.
-It’s something stupid- you said.
-Obviously not…
-I thought I was falling for you- you finally said.
-what?
-You see, it’s stupid, I mean look at me, I’m nothing special, you have a ton of pretty good looking girls that you work with, and I… I am just a normal girl that is your friend so yeah I know it’s stupid to even think that I have a shot- you said.
-You are in love with me?- he asked.
-I try not to…
-don’t…
-don’t mess with me Taron- you said -I’m know I’m not your type, I’m not one of those models you go out with, I’m just me, I’m not go out much, I read, I work and I’m just normal- you said -and I know this couldn’t happen…
-You’re wrong- he said as he make you look at him -You’re smart, you make me laugh, you’re beautiful even when you wear those crazy sweaters for all those festive days, I love when you try to be sensitive at something but sometimes you have difficult to express sorry so it’s kind of funny how you act- you rolled your eyes- you know me and I know everything about you- you look at him unsure of his answer- of course I’m saying the truth, I know your favorite food, I know that you hate olives and you are allergic to peanut, I know that you love when it rains but not just because of the smell in the air, but because you feel like your in twilight, and I know I love you and I been in love with you since I was in fifth grade when you get in to the music class and start to sing girls just want to have fun.
-And how do you know this will work? How do you know that this won’t blow up everything?
-I don’t know that- he said as he got closed to you and clean a small tear from your cheek- but i can tell you what I know, I know I want to be with you and only you- he said as he got so close to you that you can felt his breath before he finally crash his lips on yours -and as Taylor Swift once said “and on every table I’ll save you a sit”- he said making you laugh.
That moment sometimes feel like a long time ago, you like to said that after that day everything went smoothly but every time he was a away for a movie or he has to go on a tour and of course there were those dumbs fights, but there were also the good moments, the first night you spend together, when you decide to move in together, when he propose and your wedding, you also remember his reaction when you found out you were pregnant with your first child and how good of a father he was. Today was an important day for him, he was nomine to the golden globes. When you get inside the room you could see the excitement and the nervous in his eyes, you whistle to catch his attention.
-Too much?- he asked as he turned around, you shook your head in response.
-Your tie is a little crooked, let me help you- you walk to him, and start to fix his tie -Nervous?
-A little, I mean I know this is something great but I can’t help to think what if I didn’t win?
-Well you’ll have to found a new wife- you joked making him laugh -Hey, nothing would change If you loose, people would recognize how amazing work you did, and even if you loose, you’ll still have us- he kiss you -that and you can have a consolation prize when we get home- he smirk.
-And what if I win…
-Well Mr. Egerton, we have the house to ourselves, we can do whatever you want.
-God now I really want to win- he said, making you laugh.
The two of you were having a lot of fun at the event, with all the jokes and the conversation you had with all the other actors on the table, you saw that Taron was a little more relax, until they start to announce the category for best actor, he took your hand when the camera focus him, you felt the grip of your hand getting stronger, when he was called as the winner he bring you in to a big hug and kiss you before he walk to the stage.
-Oh God, this is… wow, I don’t believe it, love I won- he said making everyone laugh -I want to thank to all the crew of this amazing movie, Mathew thank you for give me this chance, my mom and my sisters who are watching with my beautiful kids, and to my beautiful wife, thank you for be there for me, even before we knew this was for ever, you always been my best friend and you always been by my side in every moment I know you always be there just as I’ll be there for you, I love you and our beautiful family, this wouldn’t happen without you, I love you- he said, you kiss him the minute he got in to the table.
-I love you too- you said.
-I know we said we’ll have the house to ourselves but I really want to share this with the kids…- you didn’t let him finish, you gave him a kiss.
-I can eat a burger and celebrate on our own.
-Let’s go and have our own celebration- he said as he gave you a quick kiss.
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I've Had No Love Like Your Love - Gary "Eggsy" Unwin Imagine [Kingsman]
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Title: I've Had No Love Like Your Love
Pairing: Gary "Eggsy" Unwin X Reader
Based On: Nobody
Word Count: 1,083 words
Warning(s): Insecurities
Summary: Eggsy's new job gives him opportunities and experiences that he could have never imagined. (Y/n) is worried that these experiences are going to pull him away from them. Eggsy tries his best to show that nothing he's done will ever be more important than them.
Author's Note: Pretty sure this happened because of the internet throwing edits about the second Kingsman film at me. Which I had a lot of fun watching, by the way.
WASTELAND, BABY! - HOZIER WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST
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I met Eggsy long before his life with the Kingsman started.
He had been this bubbly, sarcastic, and all-around-loving guy. It didn't take long for him to win me over. He was charming and sweet. I fell far faster than I cared to admit.
I was happier with him than I had been with anyone else. It was silly, almost delusional, but I was getting to the point where I felt like we were going to last forever.
And then, Eggsy found a new job.
He hid it from me at first, but after seeing how suspicious that looked, he dropped the act.
I could still remember vividly sitting across from him at my dining room table as he rambled on and on about what he was doing. The training and the gadgets and the assholes he had met through it all. He told me about how his being gone for days was because he was going on missions for a secret organization that I wasn't meant to know about.
I didn't believe him at first.
That's when he showed me some of the gadgets he had. He showed me some of the suits that they had given him. I got to know the Kingsman label.
I asked him if he was going to get in trouble for telling me all of this.
He kissed me and told me that he didn't care if he did. He'd rather that than lose me. Which did make me feel very special.
I accepted every part of it.
The long trips away, the small injuries that he came home with, the lack of a steady schedule. And the dog. The dog was a nice bonus to the job.
I never wanted to question his work. And I didn't.
I never had a lot of problems with the work. I got worried when he showed up hurt, but that was kind of it.
After a while though, the stories started to get to me. I wasn't upset hearing them or jealous or anything like that, but the more and more I heard about those stories, the more I found this sickening feeling in my stomach. Like I was... disappointing him... somehow.
I heard all these stories about these amazing places and the cool stuff that he did, and I just felt... boring. How was I supposed to compare to stuff like that?
I always ignored it. Well, I tried.
In all honesty, I never thought that Eggsy noticed it.
We all think that we're better at hiding things than we actually are.
I was in the middle of putting my clothes away, listening to him go on and on about the last mission he was on. I nodded along, chuckling where it felt appropriate.
"You alright?"
I furrowed my eyebrows as I turned to him. "What are you talking about?"
"You just seem... out of it."
"What," I forced a scoff. "Eggsy, I'm fine."
"(Y/n), we've been together for a while, I can tell when you're not."
I took a deep breath as I leaned against the dresser. "I... Do I bore you?"
"Sorry?"
"Do I bore you?" I repeated. "Am I boring?"
"No, why would you ask that?"
"You just... You come home from these trips and you have all these stories about what you did and what you saw and who you met and it just... I feel boring compared to that part of your life."
He didn't respond for a moment.
"And I know that it sounds dumb and childish but I... I can't help it, Eggsy. I... I'll get over it. I don't want you to think that I don't care about your work because I do and I admire it. I don't... I don't want to be controlling or anything like that and I'm sorry-"
"Stop," he spoke up, cutting off my rambling. I did, biting at the inside of my cheek.
He walked over to stand opposite me, his back facing the bed. He pulled the sleeve of his jacket up. "See this?"
He pointed at a bracelet on his wrist. It had been a gift I had gotten him. It was small, simple. A braided bracelet with a small charm hanging off of it. It wasn't a super expensive gift, but I didn't have a lot to spend at the time. I was surprised that it had landed as long as it had.
I nodded as I looked at it.
"I wear this during every mission that I go on," he explained as he walked forward. "Do you know why?"
I didn't answer.
"Because all I care about on those missions is getting back to you," he continued. "Through every badass thing I get to do, through all of the suits and gadgets and crap, all I want is to come home to you. Because I love you. A lot. More than I've loved anyone before."
I felt a grin form on my lips. "I love you too."
He reached forward and cupped the sides of my face, smiling back at me. He leaned his forehead against mine for a few moments before kissing me gently. I kissed him back, reaching my hands out to touch his sides. It was loving, gentle, perfect.
During our small moment together, I felt something tickling my leg. I pulled away, looking down to see what it was. Eggsy's forehead pressed against the side of my head as I did. His eyes were still shut.
"What is it," he asked.
I turned to look at him again. "Your dog is licking my leg."
"What?" his eyes opened as he leaned back and looked down. "For fuck's sake-"
"It's alright," I chuckled.
"Ruined our moment."
"Nooo," I shook my head before leaning down to pick up the pug. "Were you getting a little jealous?"
The pug licked my hand as I went to pet him. I laughed quietly.
"Just wants a little attention," I said, looking at Eggsy again.
"So do I," he replied.
"The pug's cuter."
He scoffed at me. "Excuse me?"
I walked into the main room, sitting with the dog in my lap. Eggsy followed me out. He sat next to me on the couch, pulling me into his side. He kissed my head.
"I love you," he muttered against my hair.
"I love you too," I replied.
That was the moment that I started to truly believe that this life was far more perfect than whatever life with the Kingsman offered.
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Amoreena
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Elton’s music video production company sent a car to our flat. He had requested that Taron and I record a music video together. I wore a gray Henley tank top with denim capris and black converse. Taron wore a white t-shirt, faded jeans and white shoes. We stood in front of the full length mirror, Taron placed a hand on my right hip as I wrapped my left arm around his waist. I placed my hand on his chest as he held his phone in his left hand. We both smile as he takes a picture.
The car pulls up outside our flat. I grab my phone and purse. Taron places his phone in his pocket and grabs the set of keys. We grabbed our luggage and backpacks then placed them in the trunk of the car. We climbed in the backseat. The driver pulls away from the curb and makes his way to the location. Taron pulls out his phone and turns on camera mode. He begins “Exciting day today!” He moves the camera onto me, asks “What is going on today?” I say with a giant smile, “We are filming a video for the song Amoreena.” Taron then moves into view, says “Knowing the lyrics, you will get why I’m very excited.” then sticks his tongue out. I add while placing a hand on the right side of his jaw, “Elton requested specifically that the two of us do it.” He adds “Thank you Elton!” I give a kiss to the camera.
The driver eventually pulls up to a cabin that is going to be used as a set and housing for the crew. We grab our luggage and backpacks, thank the driver and make our way up the gravel walkway. When we stepped in the door, we were informed that once everyone is settled the director will go over the plan for the video shoot. Everyone gets rooms figured out and luggage placed in them.
Everyone spent a lot of the time relaxing and chatting. After hours passed, everyone gathered on the back porch with drinks cause it was a pleasant evening. Taron and I sat on one end of the couch and one of the crew members joined us. Taron draped his left arm on the back of it and I leaned into him. Another crew member passed out binders filled with pages of the schedule and shot lists. Taron and I shared one since all of our scenes are together. Before getting started the director informed us that Elton will be arriving for the shoot.
The director asked everyone to flip open to the first page. I took a sip of my drink when he began going through the pages. Once he went through all the pages, one by one and two by two people started making their way to bed.
Eventually, Taron and I were left by ourselves outside on the sofa. He places his lips on my neck just below my left ear. I tilt my head to the right to give him more access. He pulls away as I turn to face him and place my lips against his. As the kiss gets deeper and deeper, we move to against the arm rest where he is on top of me. After some time, he pushes himself up a little above me as my hands stay on his back. He looks at me and smiles then reconnects the kiss. Taron moves to my chest, I say breathlessly “We should…probably get…going to bed.” He stops, pushes himself up a little and says breathlessly, “I guess���you’re right…we got…an early…day tomorrow.” We sit up and readjust our clothing. Taron stands up, puts his hands behind him and I grab them. We make our way to our room and get ready for bed. Once under the covers, we didn’t go to bed right away.
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The next morning, everyone got up really early. We loaded up all the equipment and anything that was needed for the shoot. Once everyone and everything was packed into cars, we took off. Everyone drove to an open field, the light was still in the golden hour. Everyone started unpacking cars and placing equipment where needed from their notes.
A female team from the wardrobe department showed me the sundress they picked out for me to wear. It was mid-thigh, yellow with a white floral print and spaghetti straps. They also gave me strappy sandals to match. The team stood around one of the cars as protection holding up towels over the windows so I can change. Taron was in another car changing as well. We both stepped out of the cars at about the same time. He says “Babe, you look beautiful.” I saw that Taron was wearing dark grey textured suit pants, a white button up shirt and suspenders. He was also wearing white tennis shoes. My jaw dropped when I saw him. He asks “What?” I tell him “You look very handsome.” He gives a shy smile.
We were then escorted to a tent being used for hair and makeup. The team gives me a natural makeup look and gives my hair beach waves. All they do to Taron is apply little makeup. We step out of the tent and everyone was ready for us. I intertwine my fingers with Taron’s and place my left hand on his forearm. We were escorted to where the camera stood along with the director and production crew.
They were standing in the middle of the field. The director explains the shot for us and we get in our positions. The director shouts “ACTION!” Taron begins walking toward the camera singing Lately I’ve been thinking/How much I miss my lady/Amoreena’ in a cornfield/Brightenin’ the day break/Livin’ like a lusty flower… The director motioned to me and I run behind Taron with a smile on my face and grab his left arm and pull him with me. He chases me and eventually catches me. He continues Runnin’ through the grass for hours… Taron places his hands on my waist and lifts me up. I place my hands on his shoulders as he lowers me. His arms then go around my waist as he lifts and spins. The director shouts “HOLD!” We move to the next shot real quick which was Taron and I laying on the ground. I lay on the ground as he lays on top of me. I get a good grip around the back of his shoulders then the director goes back, shouts “ACTION!” Taron and I roll a few times as the words Rollin’ through the hay, oh/Like a puppy, child We ended with him back on top of me, he then kisses me. Director shouts “CUT!” We stop. Taron stands up and then helps me up. We brush off our clothes.
The director tells us “Nicely done. It looks really good, come take a look.” Taron and I go over to the monitors. He stands close behind with little space in between. We watched the footage and were happy with it. Someone from the crew shouted “Elton is here!” Everyone cheered.
Elton’s car pulled up and everyone gathered to greet him. Taron and I stood back a little to wait. Elton steps out saying “Hello.” Everyone at the same time, said “Hi.” He asks “Where are my two stars?” My fingers are intertwined with Taron’s as we made our way through the crowd. Once up front, I wave and say “Hi Elton.” He says “There they are.” I let go of Taron’s hand as Elton gives us both a hug and kiss on each cheek. The director says “Elton, we just finished the first set of shots. If you want to take a look?” Elton hooks his arms around Taron and mine’s as we are lead to a tent with another set of monitors.
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We watch the footage and when it finished Elton said “Perfect! This is why I chose you two.” Taron wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulls me to him. He then kisses my right temple. Elton then had a thought, “Actually one thought…” Everyone listened. He continues “Can we get a shot of a sunrise over a cornfield?” The production manager says “We will make a note of that and get on that.” Elton then says “I don’t think I have any other notes.” I wrap my arms around Taron’s waist and move myself to face him. I pull him close to me and whisper in his left ear, “Can you wear this outfit more? Cause it’s kind of turning me on.” He then whispers in my right ear, “If only you keep this sundress? Cause I enjoyed rolling in the grass with you.”
Everyone works on packing things up back into the cars. When I go change out of the dress, I ask “Is it possible to get a dress very similar to this one?” One of the women asked, “Taron like it?” I feel my face get hot as I nod and tell her “Yes.” She tells me “We for sure can.” I say “Thank you.”
When I met back up with Taron, I wrapped my right arm around his waist and told him “They told me that they will get me a dress similar to that one.” Taron says “Yeah.” We had a few hours until our next shot. We joined Elton and the crew for some lunch. Everyone caught up with Elton and checking out the location. I even saw some people lay in the grass for a nap.
I talked with Elton for a little bit and we made plans to spend time together when the shoot is over. Some of the crew and I went for a walk. We found some pretty flowers and animals. At one point, Taron held his hand out to me as I intertwine my fingers with his, he led us to an area away from everyone else.
I face him and hold a hand in front of my face to block the sun. I ask “Why did you bring me here?” He says as he takes a step closer, “I wanted a little bit of time where it’s just us…alone.” I step closer, wrap my arms around the back of his neck and squint. I ask “What did you have in mind?” He wraps his arms around my waist and says an inch from my mouth, “This.”
Taron places his lips against mine. My tongue is against the back of my bottom teeth as his touches mine. It’s like foreplay and then they fight for dominance. He lightly loosens his arms and slides his hands under the hem of my tank so he is touching my bare skin. I pull away a little and say “Whoa there, cowboy.” He asks “What?” I ask “Are you saying you want to do it out here?” Taron looks at me and says “Not exactly. Just a little something.” I look around and make sure no one is around.
He gets a smile on his face and then sits on the ground. He rests one arm on his bent up left knee and right leg stretched out. I kneel on the ground in between his legs. I kiss him and tangle my fingers in the hair on the back of his neck. He places his right hand on the back of my left upper thigh and wraps his left arm around my shoulders. I feel both of his hands grip tight on my skin and over my capris. Taron leans back taking me with him. Laying on the ground, I smile against his lips and brush my hair behind my left ear. As our mouths move in unison and our tongues fight for dominance, his right hand slides further up my thigh to my butt. He gives a slight squeeze. I kiss down his chin until I get to his neck and leave trails along it. When I reach the mole on his neck, I suck a little. I then move back to his lips.
I tighten my knees against his sides as he sat up slightly. Taron tightens his arms around my waist and turns a little to gently lay me on my back. He pulls away and we look at each other. I smile up at him then he leans his head down and begins leaving trails of kisses on my collarbone and moves further down. I tilt my head back a little. Taron moves back up to my neck and leaves marks on both sides. We lay there and make out for a little while longer when we decided it was time to get back.
No one asked where we were. I had a feeling they all knew. Everyone climbed into the cars as we make our way back to the cabin for the next set of shots.
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We all unpacked everything from the cars and set up the equipment. One of the crew members set up a director’s chair next to the director by the monitors for Elton. The director and production manager goes over the plans for the shoot with Elton.
The wardrobe team had me change into a strapless bra, matching underwear with a pair of athletic shorts over. They also gave me a terry cloth robe to wear over. Taron wore the same outfit he wore in the field minus the suspenders but with a few buttons undone. Someone on the crew started a fire in the fireplace.
I stand by it to warm up. Taron joins me, he asks “You okay?” I tell him “I’m a little nervous about these set of shots.” He asks “Why?” I untie the robe and open it slightly for him to see. I tell him “Cause you are the only one who has ever seen me dressed like this.” He reassures me “It will be fine. Just pretend it is only you and me in the room with Elton playing in the background.” I let out a deep breath. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and pull me towards him. I wrap my arms around his waist as he rests his chin on the top of my head. The director says “Let’s get in position.” Taron kisses my forehead.
The first shot in the cabin is of me in the bedroom. There was a white eiderdown comforter laying across the bed. I crawl under it and then remove the robe. The production manager said “Go.” Into a walkie as a few people on the crew started spraying the windows with a hose. Elton all of a sudden says “Wait.” Everyone stalls. The production manager gives word to the people outside. Elton goes to the wardrobe team says something and one of them steps into another room and few seconds later back with a white button up shirt.
The person tells me “Elton thinks that you should wear this over.” I put it on and liked the look. I also noticed a scent coming off of the shirt and then it hits me, It’s Taron’s cologne. I do a small smile while I climb under the comforter. The production manager tells the people outside to spray the hoses again.
I bend knees, wrap my arms around them and look at the window. The music starts And when it rains, the rain falls down/Washin’ out the cattle town/And she’s far away somewhere/In her eiderdown I then stretch my legs out and lay back onto the pillows behind me. I put my left arm above my head and rest my right hand on my stomach. The music continues And she dreams of crystal streams/Of days gone by when we would lean/Laughing, fit to burst upon each other The director shouts “CUT!”
I sit up and stretch as they review the footage. The director comes over by the bed and tells me “It’s good but when you lay back on the pillows…look up toward the ceiling and be lost in thought with a hint of a smile.” I tell him “Got it.” We reset back to where I am sitting up with my arms wrapped around my knees. Music starts and when it gets to the And she dreams… I lay back as before and look up at the ceiling which is where a camera was positioned. I get lost in a thought and give a hint of a smile. Someone on the crew cuts the music and the director yells “CUT!” I sit up as they review the footage. The director then says “Perfect. Set up for the next set of shots.”
I crawl out of the bed and readjust the white button up shirt. I walk out to the living room and see the crew already beginning to get things set up. The next scene is where Taron and I will be together.
I head to makeup so they can get me ready for the next scene. They didn’t do too much except touch up some spots. The crew set up the shot. The eiderdown comforter will be draped over the couch and I will be sitting on it wearing the same thing as the bed shot. Taron will be sitting in a chair facing me and it’s supposed to be like him ‘imaging.’ A crew member stirred the fire and added kindling.
“Okay, let’s get into positions.” The director told us. I walk to the couch and sit down on the comforter. They had me sit against the arm rest facing the fireplace. Taron sits in the arm chair facing me. I was handed a green apple. Taron places his left hand on his chin, looks at me as if imagining.
The music begins I can see you sittin’/Eatin’ apples in the evenin’… I take a bite of the apple and try to make it look sexy. The music continues Fruit juice, flowin’ slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly/Down the bronze of you body The director shouts “CUT!” As the juice is flowing down my chin. He says “Let’s try it again. This time we might need more apple juice spilling down.”
Taron gets up from the chair and walks over to me. He sits down on the cushion next to me. I lean closer to him. He tells me “You looked pretty sexy to me.” Taron then leans close to me and licks my chin. I giggle. We reset and do it again. This time the director was happy with it cause he let the music continue.
The director yells “CUT!” I then get cleaned up from the apple juice. The next scene Taron and I are in it together again but this one is closer.
The crew fixed the comforter on the couch. I came back out and Taron had taken my spot on the couch. I stand in front of him, he asks “You ready for this next one?” I tell him “Ohh yeaahh.” He removes his shirt and I feel my jaw drop. He draped it on the back of the couch. He leans back against the arm rest and I straddle him. One of the crew members opened one of the windows in the living room and a blast of cold air came in. I said “It just got cold in here.” Taron says with a cheeky grin, “I’ll warm you up.”
I remove the button up I’d been wearing and toss it onto the floor. I lay down on him and he drapes the comforter over us. I fold my left arm on his chest and my right hand on the side of his torso. I lay there listening to his heartbeat. He wraps his arms around my shoulders. The music plays as I feel Taron mouth the words Oh, if only I could nestle/In the cradle of your cabin/My arms around your shoulders/The window wide and open/While the swallow and the sycamore, whoa/Are playin’ in the valley I rest my chin on my hand and look up at Taron. He looks at me, smiles then continues Oh, I miss you, Amoreena/Like the king bee misses honey We look at each other lovingly as the music fades.
The director shouts “THAT’S A WRAP!” as everyone cheers. Taron and I sat up, stretched and put on comfortable clothes. The rest of the night, food was ordered in and everyone relaxed after a successful video shoot.
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thelvrsera · 10 months ago
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THE GOOD , THE BAD , AND THE CHOSEN — MASTERLIST
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a little au! series that pairs jimmy keene x agent!reader , the tails of the good , the bad , and the chosen man — James Keene . This series is inspired by the Emmy nominated Apple TV series Black Bird. This story is based off of the show , some real life events , and most of it is fiction. I will take requests for this series, just add a “♟️” to your request and I will know it’s for the good, the bad, and the chosen
DISCLAIMER : I do not own rights to this show. I do not own rights to the actors who portrayed the people in this show . I do own the rights to my own characters and the events I created in this work of fiction. This series is based off of both fact and fiction.
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“Are you sure he’s the man for the job y/l/n? “ McCauley had asked her , she knew y/n and Jimmy had a history , but it was getting closer to Halls court date , they needed to act fast .
“ I’m sure , if there’s one man I know who can get through to anyone , it’s James Keene “ y/n replied , she didn’t know half of what she was getting into , but she knew she had to give these grieving families some kind of release .
taglist : @astralmctive , @stilessbaseballbat , @nuggets-and-french-fries , @sparkydonugh (let me know if you’d like to be added)
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INTRODUCTION
explore the life-long relationship between keene + the agent
PLAYLIST (playlist is currently private + unfinished)
music to help you live in the moments
HEADCANNONS
little snippets of the what could have been the perfect fairytale
CHAPTER - LIST
this production is brought to you by thelvrsera on tumblr , first
chapter will be available to read on January 31st , 2024 .
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rorywritesjunk · 7 months ago
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my little tumblr draft fics: fluff, sweet, sprinkle covered ice cream cones and strawberry crepes.
google doc fics: sex. sex. sex. buggy's gettin' it. sex.
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queenmxkealson · 1 year ago
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I’ve seen people use Taron Eagerton as a Roy face claim
OooOo I like him, this him tho? Usually people use Colton Haynes, thanks for responding 。^‿^。
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kelcemenow · 4 months ago
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Then it’s settled!
My Tumblr name will be changing as I gather 2 new boys into the fold.
KELCEMENOW will now be known as KELCEEGERTONVARSHAVSKI
I know it’s a mouthful but it incorporates all of my favourite men. More may join later on but I’ll deal with that when the time comes! There’ll be some slight changes here and there but it’s basically the same as always, just with more delicious men to look at!
I have another chapter of Return To Sender in progress and I have 3 fics to edit for Taron and Dr Mike that I wrote forever ago that I think need a glance over before I post!
So, because I have some new writing pairings, I will need 2 new taglists! So if anyone wants to be included in my Taron or my Dr Mike taglist, drop me a message!
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burgers-and-french-fries · 11 months ago
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NSFW Smutty Alphabet H.C with Taron Egerton
Note: This wasn't requested but I felt like I wanted to do this version of the alphabet H.C as well.
I hope that it turned out as well as I had pictured in my head.
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A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)
He loves a good cuddle.
B = Body Part (What’s their favorite body part?)
Your ass
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum really)
He usually cums wherever you tell him to.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He has a small secret tattoo that is not visible to anyone but you.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s very experienced. More experienced than anyone can fathom.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)
69
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Depends on the situation but typically he’s goofy
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He is groomed still has hair down there and yes, it matches the rest of his body
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 
It depends on how you are both feeling but most of the time it’s intimate and slightly rough.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Taron had been away on location for about a month now and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to function. He missed you so much and the nights in which he missed you the most, he would scroll through his phone, looking at photos and videos of you. He would let his mind wander to how you would feel against his body and how sexy you’d look as he slowly and torturously undress yourself in front of him.
Unfortunately, he would always get interrupted before his thoughts could go any further than that.
One particularly stressful night, Taron had been unable to sleep due to his mind whirling with many different things and no matter how hard he tried to shut his thoughts off, nothing worked.
He growled in annoyance as he got out of bed and went to his laptop so that he could call you.
You were so excited to get an impromptu call from your boyfriend that you answered the call. 
You had been relaxing in the bath watching your favorite show when he called and needless to say, you both fell asleep extremely satisfied at least for now and as best you could while you were apart.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
He loves it when you lick and suck on his balls and also, because he is uncut, he loves it when you gently but playfully tug on the skin. He loves that goofy yet saucy side of you. It keeps things alive in the bedroom.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
In the kitchen on the island. This will often happen when he comes home from being on location and neither of you can hold it together long enough for a nice meal and catch up.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
You dressing up for him. He knows that you’ve also put something skimpy and sexy underneath your clothes. It drives him crazy to think of what you are going to surprise him with
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
Anything that could and would hurt you. He wants you to feel pleasured but not pained. This includes choking, biting hard enough to break the skin, whipping…basically anything that falls under the umbrella of extreme BDSM
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
You love seeing Taron unravel underneath you as you take him as deep as your gag reflex will allow.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on how much time you both have
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Because of both your jobs and work hours etc. quickies are had more often than long love making sessions
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
You both love experimenting because it keeps things exciting.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
This largely depends on how tired you both are and how long your work weeks have been
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
You both own toys and like implementing them every now and then
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He likes teasing you as it makes him feel in control
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He’s vocal and because he knows you love it when he does this, he will sprinkle some dirty talk between those glorious moans of his
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Being that one of your favorite characters of his is Eggsy, he’ll often get you to agree to a roleplay session and boy oh boy is it one of the hottest things you two can do.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
He’s a very good size😉
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
He’s a Rabbit
Z = Zzz (how fast do they fall asleep afterwards?)
It varies and depends on how rough you two have fucked
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Tag List:
@stilessbaseballbat
@elizami11s
@elstashle
@geo-winchester
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cilldaracailin · 10 months ago
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I Was Born To Love You
Hello My Tumblr Lovely's,
I hope you are all well. This is the second last part of this story. Thanks so much for all the love and likes.
Suze xx
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14 “The excitement of dreams coming true is beyond the description of words.”
Dropping her bag onto the floor, Robyn ignored the trees she could see from their hotel window and walked right over to Taron and pulled him in to hug him tight and close.
“Breathe.” She said into his neck. “In and out.”
“Robyn…”
“Just do it.” She replied firmly to him, hearing his sigh and then feeling his chest take some slow and easy breathes. “And more please.” Finally satisfied he had calmed his whole body down, she lifted her head from him and used her hand to tip his hat from his head so it fell backwards onto the carpeted floor. Kissing him lightly, she ran her hands through his flattened hair. “You really hate airports, don’t you?”
“So busy.”
“Yeah Taron, it’s an airport.” She saw him roll his eyes and tapped his nose. “We came out unscathed.”
“Until the papers tomorrow.”
“And they will say what? Taron Egerton seen with long-time friend Robyn in JFK?”
“Yeah…”
Robyn brushed his hair from his forehead, her hands going to his cheeks. “We are going to blend blend blend into the crowds here and walk around Central Park and look in the windows on Fifth Avenue and play the Big Piano in FAO Schwarz and look up at all the buildings until our necks hurt…”
“And be fussed about by Stella.” He added with a half-smile. “Sorry cariad. Airports just make me nervous.”
“Stella is going to make you shave.” Robyn said with a pout, her hands moving around to his neck, her thumbs rolling over his growing beard. “And I know they do but I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary and we got straight into the car and came here and…” Robyn turned around to finally look out the windows. “Are you freaking kidding me!” She walked over to the glass and stared out. “I know we agreed if the hotel was for a work thing for you, it was up to you but Taron, are you actually kidding me!” She leaned as far as could into the glass. “The Ritz Central Park?”
“Well you did say that you wanted to walk around Central Park. You can look out the window and plan your route.” He smiled coming to stand beside her. “And I didn’t book the hotel. My management team did. I just asked for two extra nights.” He shrugged. “But wow that is some view.”
“Taron that is the whole of Central Park out there.” She leaned back into him as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. “And it is still sunny.”
He chuckled. “Because we didn’t get enough of that in Florida?”
“I can feel my tan melting away.” Robyn replied dramatically.
“Not a chance.” Taron pressed his lips to her neck. “Tanned skin everywhere. So you want to go for a wander around?”
“Isn’t Stella coming here?”
“It has just gone eleven. Stella won’t be here for another few hours.”
“You sure? Because at your premier she was constantly telling me she didn’t have enough time so I was certain she would have already been in the room when we arrived.”
“Well, this isn’t my premier. It’s just a red carpet thing.”
“Because that will stop her? I don’t think so.”
Taron chuckled at her words. “Stella is coming around four to us and then we leave at six. That’s two hours to get ready.”
“For Stella?” Robyn turned around in his arms.
“Cariad, that was her suggestion. She will be here at four. So that means we can go explore for a while.”
“Then I say let’s go explore.” She agreed.
After a quick change and freshen up, they made their way out of the hotel, right onto the road opposite Central Park.
“Let’s leave the park for the way back.” Taron gripped her hand and gave it a little tug.
“You know I have to walk down Fifth Avenue and am going to have many many shopping bags for you to carry and you want to walk the park after?” Robyn grinned.
“Your shopping bag will more than likely be from FAO Schwarz and it will be a stuffed bear which will weigh nothing. We can do the park at the end. You still have to look out the window of our room and plan the way you want to go.” He gave her hand a harder pull “Now, let’s go this way. There is something I want to show you.”
“But Fifth Avenue is that way…” Robyn looked behind her as Taron started to walk to other way.
“I promise you tomorrow we will do every New York tourist thing that you want to do.” He said giving her hand a tug. “But for today, please let me take the lead.”
“Okie dokie but can we please go by FAO Schwarz cos I really want that bear you mentioned.”
Taron chuckled at her. “I will get you whatever you want tomorrow but for today, trust me.” He kept walking straight towards the Columbus Cir le and then took a left down eight avenue. The streets were busy but he knew he blended in with the others walking around, Robyn more so as she took picture after picture, insisting he got in for many selfies together. They continued their walk and as they entered Broadway and the theatre district, he could feel the increase in excitement in Robyn.
“I know we are going to see RENT this evening, but do you think we can try one of those red ticket booths to get some last-minute discounted ones for another show.”
“I am sure we could definitely have a look cariad.”
“Because I mean it’s Broadway and…”
“How could I even think about bringing you to New York and not bring you to more than one show? I mean you are miss musical theatre.” He felt the dig she gave him and took it with a smile. “We will get to another show Robyn. I promise. Now follow me.” He took a right but felt Robyn stop.
“Isn’t this where the musical is tonight?” She asked looking up at the famous exterior of the Gershwin Theatre, the black frame with the iconic white lights in the ceiling known to every musical theatre lover, RENT in large letters and lights on the outside.
“It is.” Taron confirmed.
“Ok so we come back here later. Not now. Now is time to explore.”
“Robyn…” Taron let go of her hand and stood behind her to give her a little push. “Will you just trust me and take my hand and come with me.”
“Ugh fine.”
He laughed at her reply and took her hand, walking under the lights and towards the entrance of the theatre. The security guard inside gave Taron a nod and unlocked the door, opening it for him.
“Mr Egerton. Come on in.” Once they inside, the guard locked the door again. “Head on through.”
“Thank you.”
With his hand locked in Robyn’s, Taron started to make his way across the green and gold diamond carpet towards an escalator.
“How does that security guard know your name?” Robyn asked.
“Just does.”
“Taron…”
“Shh trust me.” He chuckled again when Robyn made a similar sound to the one she had made previously. “I promise it will be worth it.”
Once off the escalator they walked into the wide-open lobby, Taron guiding the way towards a set of double doors in the middle of the lobby. He opened them and let Robyn through first, following her.
“Welcome to the Gershwin Theatre.” He said.
Robyn had never been in the Gershwin but walked past it many times and she was taken back by its beauty inside. Spacious and with a fantastic view from every seat, Robyn walked away from Taron and down the aisle to get a better look at the theatre as whole, turning around to see the seating in the upper circle.
“And what time do you call this?” Her head turned when she heard a voice call from the stage. “You told me twelve and its now near one. We have a schedule to keep to and an opening night to attend to!”
Robyn’s head whipped around to look to Taron and then back to the stage.
“Well, someone kept stopping to take photos along the way.” Taron called back coming to stand beside Robyn. “It delayed us a little.”
“Oh, she did, did she? Don’t you think it’s about time I get to meet the famous Robyn?”
“Sure. We will be right down.”
Taron grinned as he watched Robyn’s head flick back and forth between him and the stage and back to him again. “Want to go and meet him?”
“Taron!” Robyn threw her hands up in the air. “Are you joking me?”
“What?” She pointed to the stage.
“Oh that.”
“Oh that.” She repeated. “That is Hugh Jackman!” Her hand was still pointing to the stage. “Haven’t you learnt to stop surprising me with people?”
His whole face lit up with a grin. “But then cariad, I don’t get to see this wonderful look on your face which is a mix of awe, anger and excitement. It’s the most beautiful look.”
“Taron!”
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “It is cariad but I also like to surprise you in the way you surprise me.”
“My surprises are usually cookies. Not Hugh Jackman. I don’t have a Hugh Jackman to surprise you with.”
“Robyn didn’t you know he was part of the team that brought RENT back to Broadway?”
“No Taron I didn’t.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“You didn’t do any research about it?”
“Well no. I was told RENT was coming back, you were invited and we could go together and did you think I was going to refuse an invite to a Broadway musical! I was never told Hugh Jackman of THE Hugh Jackman was part of the production team.”
Taron gave her a half grin. “So wanna go and meet him?”
Robyn looked to the stage. “Well of course I do.”
“Keep the squeals in, ok?” He expected the dig and stepped out of her way.
“I don’t squeal.” She saw his look. “Ok sometimes but I will do my very very best.”
Hand in hand, they walked down the aisle to the stage, Taron letting her walk up the steps on the right-hand side first, Robyn waiting for him to join her before they walked together over to Hugh who was waiting in the middle of the stage for them.
“Robyn…” He held out his hand towards her. “It is very nice to finally meet you.”
 Robyn shook his hand, trying her very best not to squeal and keep her voice steady. “It is, well amazing to meet you. Big fan.” She stopped mid shake, squeezed her eyes shut and whispered under her breathe. Opening her eyes, she looked to Hugh. “So, we are going to pretend I didn’t say that ok?”
Hugh laughed at her words. “Sure, but I already know you are a big fan. Taron may have let it slip.”
“Of course he did.” She looked over her shoulder to him. “Anything else I need to be aware of?”
“Hmmm nope.” She looked back to Hugh with a raised eyebrow. “Well only that you were in your own local production of RENT and won an award for it.”
“And this is where I take my exit. Hugh it was lovely to meet you but there is a big piano nearby that needs to be played.” She dropped his hand and started to walk off the stage but Taron grabbed her hand to pull her back. “You give away all my secrets.”
“To be fair to Taron…” Hugh interrupted. “I saw his Instagram post and asked him about it. He didn’t tell me exactly and a love for musical theatre should be celebrated and I am sure you know how much I love it.”
“Well kinda.” Robyn admitted.
“And you…” He stepped past Robyn to greet Taron with a hug. “Might be a good idea to give your girlfriend a heads up every now and again.” He gave him a strong pat on the back. “It’s good to see you again too.”
As Hugh greeted Taron, Robyn couldn’t help but take a few steps further onto the stage and stare out into the seats. The theatre was huge, and from the stage, every seat and box could be seen clearly.
“Now imagine it with a full audience.” Hugh suggested as he stood beside her.
“I can’t even. So many people.”
“You are a performer. You have performed in front of people.”
“Yeah a couple of hundred. Not this many.” She jumped a little when the orchestra sounded from the pit below them. “And not had a full orchestra either.”
Hugh looked to Taron and then back to Robyn who was still captivated by the theatre. “Never this big, eh?”
“Nope”
“Well, why don’t you give us a song?” Hugh stood beside her. “There might be no one here but you can say you performed at the Gershwin.”
Robyn chuckled and shook her head. “Yeah, because you have time for that. Doesn’t your cast need to warm up before the show?”
“The cast are not due for another while and the orchestra are warming up and could easily play a full song for you.”
Robyn looked at Taron who shrugged his shoulders. “Up to you cariad but ya know, it’s a Broadway stage and you are being given the opportunity to sing on one and I don’t know if I will have Hugh Jackman on a Broadway stage to surprise you with again.” He grinned, his eyes twinkling in the stage lights.
“You planned this.” Robyn turned to him. “This was your idea the whole time.”
“Well not quite. I wanted to introduce you to Hugh because I know you are a huge fan and also get you onto a Broadway stage but this is all Hugh’s idea to sing. Not mine but Robyn, do it.” He encouraged. “You know the show inside out and it is Broadway in New York and you were Mimi and may have won a teeny tiny award for that performance. I think you can handle this big stage too.”
“Hey Dan!” Hugh called out, a man popping up from the orchestra pit. “These are some friends of mine and Robyn here would tick a serious bucket list item if she got to sing on Broadway stage.” Robyn saw the look of doubt on the conductor’s face. “Trust me when I say she can sing.”
“Yeah?”
“Hmm. She has won an award for playing Mimi in her local musical society.” He echoed Taron’s words, Robyn biting her lip as he said them, her eyes on the conductor.
“Really?” Dan looked to Robyn. “Mimi?”
“Yup.” She confirmed.
“What award?” He asked, his tone a little snooty as he stood with his arms crossed.
“Best female lead, I believe Robyn, right?” Hugh said standing beside her.
“Female lead?” Dan questioned.
“Hmmm.”
“And wasn’t that from the best five performances in Ireland cariad?” Taron called out. “Won over everyone.” He said proudly.
“Amateur musical society?” Dan asked, leaning forward a little.
“Everyone starts somewhere.” Hugh replied, his own arms folded. “And the orchestra always warms up with a full song before the cast comes on.”
Dan sighed with a grunt. “We could play Out Tonight as a warm up I guess but we have no mics.”
“She won’t need a mic.” Taron pipped up walking over to take Robyn’s hand. “You got this cariad.” He lifted her hand to kiss it. “Not a bother to you.”
“Taron…” Robyn looked to him, still biting her lower lip. “This really is not a great idea. That conductor is not…”
“When will you ever get the chance to sing on a Broadway stage and you know you killed it as Mimi.” He interrupted brushing her hair behind her ear. “Show that snotty conductor what you got. I have every belief in you.”
“You just want to see me sing.”
“And those dance moves!” He winked
“Hugh!” Dan called out, seeing the producer walking away towards the wing. “If she can’t sing, I swear. We won’t have time to do it twice Hugh or start and stop.” The musical conductor raised an eyebrow. “And we do have an opening night to be concerned about. Hugh?”
Robyn and Taron looked to their left, Hugh having walked away but he was on his way back. “One microphone.” He grinned handing it Robyn. “Wanna test it for me?” He winked.
“Sure.” Robyn took the microphone and spoke into it, testing the sound system, hearing her voice echoing back. “All good.”
“Hugh, we need to get going. The cast will be out soon.”
“Robyn you happy to go ahead?” Hugh stood beside her, giving her shoulder a squeeze. “I don’t think you need a warm up.”
She looked to the conductor whose face was clearly not happy at having to go along with Hugh, his smirk hitting a nerve with her and with the microphone in her right hand, nodded to Hugh. “I don’t think I will ever get the chance to sing on a Broadway stage again, so I say let’s just go for it.” She ignored Taron’s little dance beside her and kept her eyes on the conductor.
“Great. It will be good warm up for you Dan. Give the team a chance to have some fun before the show tonight.”
As soon as Hugh finished speaking, Dan moved into position and with a tap of his baton, the orchestra turned up and within seconds, the music for Out Tonight started to play. Taron slipped Robyn’s bag from over her shoulder and gave her a wink. “Kill it, dance moves and all cariad.” His voice could only be heard by Robyn and as he stepped to the side, Robyn gave herself a quick one second pep talk before she had to start singing. There was no time for nerves and even though it was Hugh Jackman standing on a Broadway stage with her, she would never ever back down when someone tried to pass her off with a smirk. She channelled all the emotion she felt into the song and knowing it was going to be her only chance to ever sing on such a stage, she closed her eyes imagining she was back in Kilcreen on stage and was determined to hit every note to make Taron proud of her and prove she could sing the shit out of Mimi’s song.
Taron could only grin as he watched Robyn literally get into her groove and giving a nod towards the seats, himself and Hugh made their way off the stage and took a seat in the third row to watch the performance. Last time he watched Robyn sing this song, he had been a bundle of emotion but now he could sit back and relax and feel nothing but pride for her.
It was a much bigger stage then she was used too and she didn’t have a fireman’s pole to slide down and her voice wasn’t warmed up, but Robyn used the opportunity to sing her heart out and pretend she was Mimi, giving her all to the song. It was strange to hear the full orchestra behind her and before she knew it the song was over and she looked to where she heard the clapping and wolf whistling, her smile growing as she saw Taron clapping his hands above his head.
“Yes cariad!” She heard him shout, another whistle coming from his lips, Robyn taking a pretend curtesy, her eyes drifting to the conductor whose smirk has completely changed, giving her nod of approval.
“Well call me impressed.” Dan said to her. “Didn’t think you had that in it.”
“Best female lead.” Robyn grinned. “And thank you for doing that for me. A moment I will remember for a very long time.” She looked to Taron. “Jane is gonna be jealous!”
“I will sign something else for her.” Taron shouted up to her.
“It is gonna have to be a piece of clothing.”
Taron chuckled. “We will work up to that.”
“We will.” Robyn agreed and her head turned to the left, when she heard more clapping, some of the cast standing in the wing of the stage.
“Hugh, you are not trying to replace us, are you?” One of them asked as they walked on stage. “Because as the understudy for Mimi, I am feeling a little threatened right now.”
“Not at all.” Hugh shouted up towards the stage. “Just a friend ticking an item off a bucket list.”
“You sure?” She asked again, coming to stand beside Robyn. “Because as much as I loved singing at the diner, I am not going back there.” She turned to Robyn. “No offence.”
Robyn grinned and held out her hand. “None taken and Hugh is right. Just a bucket list thing. I’m Robyn.”
“Emilia.” They shook hands with a chuckle. “And I mean, join our chorus by all means but…”
“Don’t worry.” Robyn assured her. “As much as I would love to be in a chorus on Broadway, I already have another role lined up.”
Emilia smiled. “Ok good, again no offence.”
Robyn laughed. “None taken.”
Hugh joined the two and other cast members who had walked onto the stage, Taron strolling behind with his hands in his pockets, his eyes stuck on Robyn. “Well, well, well.” The Australian stood with his arms folded. “I guess no warm up was needed.”
Robyn shrugged. “First and only time getting to sing on a Broadway stage.”
“Killed it cariad.” Taron stood beside her. “And excuse me, but another role lined up?” He questioned. “Want to fill me in?”
“Well, I haven’t got one yet but ya know, optimism and auditions open at the end of September for the next musical.”
“Musical?” Emilia asked. “You have my interest peaked.”
“Our local musical society, back home.” Robyn explained. “They are holding auditions for Legally Blonde at the end of month.”
Emilia’s eyes lit up. “That is a fun musical.”
“One of my favourites.”
“Ok gang. Let’s get this warm up going. Then I want to just run La Vie Boheme one more time.” The musical director appeared on stage. “Hugh, your friends are more than welcome to stay but we just gotta get going.”
Emilia looked to Robyn. “Want to join in our warm up?” She asked. “Get some tip and tricks for your audition.”
Robyn turned to Taron with a hopeful look. “Go and have fun. I am gonna catch up with Hugh.” He chuckled at her reaction. “You promised me you wouldn’t squeal.” He stepped out of her swipe towards him and with Hugh headed back down the stairs to the seats.
“So that is Robyn.” Hugh said to Taron as they sat down together, letting the cast warm up, Robyn quickly catching on to the stretches too.
“Hmm yup.”
“She can sing.”
“Yup.” Taron said again.
“You are whipped mate.”
“What?” His head turned to his friend.
“You heard me.” Hugh threw his arm around his shoulder. “Your eyes haven’t left her.”
Taron tried to shrug off Hugh’s arm, but he gave in with a sigh. “I love her.”
“She look after you?”
“In every way possible.”
“You look after her?” Hugh asked.
“In every way I can.”
“Good. She is a fire cracker.” Hugh chuckled; hearing Taron laugh too. “I like her.”
“Me too.”
“So, what are you plans then for the rest of the day.”
“Well, if I can ever drag Robyn off the stage, she would like to get a bear from FAQ Schwarz and walk around Central Park.”
Hugh laughed hard at his words. “You can bring her back tomorrow if you want. I would love to hear her sing again plus to get the smirk off Dan’s face is worth another visit.”
“Still being an ass?”
“Yeah, a bit of one but it’s just until the end of the week and Julian is back, thank goodness. Dan is great conductor but Julian cracks a joke and smiles and is a much more supportive conductor.”
“Thanks for the invite back but me and Robyn are gonna do some New York stuff tomorrow.”
“Of course. I know you want to spend your time with her.”
“When Robyn is happy, I am happy but we only have a week left together and the time is starting to go to fast now. I want to spend it all with her.”
“I get it Taron, I do.” Hugh patted his shoulder.
Both turned back to the stage listening to the warm up, Taron grinning as Robyn was right in the middle looking as if she was part of the cast. “I am never going to get her off the stage.” He chuckled.
It was easier to get Robyn off the Broadway stage then he thought it would be and as they wandered their way back towards their hotel, they walked up Fifth Avenue, taking a quick look in the FAQ Schwartz, Taron treating her to a brown furry teddy bear, both taking a turn on the large piano before heading back to their hotel.
As they turned the corner to head down the corridor for their room, Robyn took a quick glance left and right and with no one around, she gently pushed Taron against the wall beside their door, and kissed him hard, hearing his surprise at the sudden kiss.
“Thank you so much for doing that for me.” She said against his lips. “That was an unbelievable experience Taron and you know I never expect you to do anything like that for me and you know you don’t have to.”
Taron kissed her back, his hands wrapping around her waist. “I know I don’t have to and I know, that sometimes I can do those kinds of things for you because of my job but Robyn, I also do them because I know you don’t expect it or ask for it but you always appreciate it more than anything. You have never once ever even thought about using my name or fame for any kind of reward so if I can give you the opportunity to do something like sing on a Broadway stage because it will make you smile and kiss me like that, then I am going to do it plus Hugh really wanted to meet you. I know for you these are huge things and I am sure you feel that cookies are so underrated compared to that but Robyn the cookies, the corner of your couch and a head massage is the same for me as singing in the Gershwin is for you.” His hands slid into the pockets of her shorts. The weather in New York was warm and clammy, their holiday attire still getting use and he pulled her closer into him. “Me watching you sing and smile and feel what it is like to sing in New York was just as much for me as it is for you.”
Robyn cupped his cheeks and kissed him slowly. “No more mad surprises though?”
“No more.” He promised. “But I know you loved every minute of it.”
Robyn nodded. “It was amazing.”
“And it gives you all the inspiration you need now for your audition for the next musical.” He kissed her cheek, making his way around towards the right side of her neck.
“It really does.” She agreed titling her head back.
“Maybe you can audition for me?” He asked with a smirk. “Isn’t there a part in Legally Blonde where the lead character wears a bunny costume?”
Robyn giggled and was ready to answer but a loud ‘ahem’ made them both turn their heads.
“Good God is this what I am going to have to put up now that you two are together because this is really going to interrupt my red carpet preparation’s.”
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I Don't Want To Rember •Kingsman Merlin•
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Word count: 1157
Type: Angsty fluff
Warning: Mentions of Death and grieving
Paring: Merlin × Oc (description is kept limited name can easily be changed when reading)
Summary: Maggie can't process her feelings about Merlin coming back to her
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Maggie was sat at the kitchen table again, it was nearly 3 am and her head was hung over a cup of coffee.
"Mag?" She looked up to see Merlin coming down the stairs of their house.
"Hey babe, I didn't mean to wake you," she smiled.
"You didn't, I woke up naturally, and realised you weren't next to me," he said.
"I just had a nightmare, don't worry about it,"
"What about?" Merlin asked sitting across from her.
"You know what it was about," she said with a heavy sigh.
"I'm alive darling," he reached for her hand but Maggie retracted her hand setting it in her lap.
"Sorry, I'm still shaking it off," she mumbled.
"I love you," he said
"Love you too,"
"Go back to bed," she said "I'll be up in a minute" she assured
Maggie never came back to bed, Merlin found her the next day on the couch asleep.
"I...I just don't know Harry, it feels like she's pulling away from me," Merlin said to Harry as they ate in his office.
"It was traumatic for her too, she watched you die, she grieved you, then she helped get you back and she helped Ginger with your surgery, she's probably still processing," Harry assured him.
"Why won't she talk to me about it?" Merlin asked.
"She doesn't talk about her feelings and she probably feels as though she shouldn't complain because you're the one who came back to life," he said.
"You make more sense than you should," Merlin said.
"I read a lot of romance books," Harry shrugged.
"You read spy novels," Merlin argued.
"I change the dust covers to spy novels," Harry said amused Merlin shook his head with a chuckle leaving to his own office.
He hadn't seen Maggie all day, she said she was too busy working vitals on Roxy and Eggsy's blood from their last mission, an undercover that went wrong and ended in both of them getting injected with a mix of poisons that they had to scramble to get an antidote to.
Maggie had been frantic figuring out the antidote as Eggsy sat holding a puke bucket as he threw up blood, Roxy held out bearly any better but she had gotten to the all-acting poison negator, all it did was slow the poison down.
But Merlin could see the file, she'd ran their blood and done every test she could on both their most recent blood samples and the ones taken when they were injected.
"She's probably working on a better and quicker antidote than what we had," Merlin mumbled. "Yeah, that's all she's doing,"
Maggie came home later than Merlin. "Hey, you hungry?" Merlin smiled.
"Not really, darling I've been working on a proper antidote for months, seriously months and nothing is working," she complained.
"Literally nothing! I can't even figure out what the poisons in that mix were, if I could do that, I could work out a mix of the antidotes for each of those poisons," she groaned as she collapsed on the couch.
"You'll figure it out my love, you always do," Merlin said kissing her cheek, Maggie smiled looking over her notes.
"Thank you, love"
"Put the notes down, they'll be there tomorrow," Merlin said later in the night Maggie sighed rubbing her eyes.
"You're right, I've got a couple theories to try in the lab tomorrow," she said placing the book down.
"Come on, to bed we go," he said holding onto her hand pulling her up off the couch.
"I love you," Maggie smiled kissing him, Merlin kissed back crowding her against the door.
He trailed his kisses down her neck, Maggie pushed away. "I. . .I can't I'm sorry," she said.
"What? What is your problem? Are you afraid to look at my scars? Disgusted? Do you think you're too good for me now? That I'm damaged goods now? Huh!" Merlin shouted.
"No! Of course not!" Maggie said quickly.
"Then look at me like I'm a person again!"
"I can't! Okay? I just can't! It's too much all I see is the view from your glasses as you exploded! How your voice just stopped! The blood on your glasses! And I had Ginger telling me we needed to continue the mission and help Harry and Eggsy! But I couldn't and then weeks later we found you and oh my god the state you were in.
I collapsed into Tequila, Then. . .Then Ginger needed help during the surgery and you were flatling and the machines were going off and Ginger was fanatically trying to get you breathing again and I. . .Froze until Harry came in to calm me down, tell me it wasn't you, it was any other agent I've performed surgery on, we had to cover your face, I could barely even function as a medic, never mind as your wife.
I sat on the floor of my surgery room just thinking, thinking, what if you died, what if you flatlined and I froze again with no one to help, what if you got better and went back into the field and you got hurt again and I couldn't do anything and every time I see those scars, It's all I think about, I can only see you nearly dead on my table, I love you but I'm scared!" She cried sat on the edge of their bed with her head in her hands.
"And I'm so selfish because I can't imagine what you're going through if I'm like this, I can't imagine what your head is like and I-I don't know how to talk about it because you don't like to talk about your emotions and I'm fine with that! Because it's always small things like Eggsy pissing you off, even when you were grieving Harry we didn't talk about it much I could deal with them, I know those emotions, I've felt them but how do I deal with this,"
Merlin knelt in front of her. "Maggie, look at me," he said gently.
"Don't act like I'm a child Hamish" She groaned.
"I'm not but I need you to look at me" he said.
Maggie rested her chin on her hands looking at him, he took her hand. "Trust me," he said gently, he moved her hand under his shirt placing it over his heart. "You can feel that right?" She nodded "I'm alive and I'm healthy and that's because of you and your amazing work, you keep each and every single Kingsman healthy and alive and I love you for that," he leaned up kissing her.
"How about this, we go to sleep, if you wake up with a nightmare, you wake me up as well and we work through it together, you're not selfish, this hurts you as much as me, I didn't suffer alone and you won't either,"
Maggie smiled kissing him "Thank you," she said gently.
They settled into bed, Maggie laid against Merlin's chest listening to his heart and it was the first time in months she'd slept soundly.
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I MEANT JIMMY FUCK SORRY
35. Put your seatbelt on. WITH JIMMY AND
"Have you eaten today" WITH EGGSY IM SORRY LMAO
THE ROOFTOP
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A/N: hi lovely!! I’m so sorry this took me an eternity, I haven’t been mentally well and I’m trying to keep up with all the request but finally I finish this I hope you like it and I promise I’ll start to work on your other request with jimmy! Hope you have a lovely day/night! And thanks a lot for your requests🩵🩵🩵
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It’s been two years since you started your relationship with Eggsy and with that, it’s been two years telling the most weird story of how you met. For you it starts like a normal day at your residency, that day you were supposed to be helping Dr. Park on a surgery but one of your coworker got late making you end up on the ER, You don’t hate to be on that area but this was a surgery that you like to see. You gave a quick look at the tests of the patient you were going to check on, you make your way to the cubicle, when you get inside and look at him you were a little surprise, It was your old neighbor, your father were friend with his father, but you lost contact when his mother married again. 
-Eggsy?- he smiled when he recognized you. 
-Yn? What are you doing here?
-I should be doing that question- you said -I’m a resident here, actually I’ll be your doctor today, do you want me to introduce me as I usually do?- you said -Hello, I’m doctor YN YLN, I’m going to be the doctor who is going to attend you today, tell me how your feeling Mr. Unwin?- Eggsy and you start to laugh. 
-You sound like that boy from up- he said, making you laugh. 
-I know we always said that- you said you left the papers on a little table and approach to him -I’m going to exam you- you put the stethoscope on his chest -please take a deep breath- you couldn’t help but blush when you met his eyes -Do you want to share with me how this happen- you notice that he start to think on something. 
-Oh uh… I got into a fight with some pricks in the pub- he said you look at him for a moment. 
-You know it will be better if you tell the truth to me- you said. 
-I…- but before he could say anything else a man came in. He had a couple of glasses and a nice suit, none of his hair was out of line. 
-Oh, Eggsy, I’m glad you’re doing better- he said.
-Yn, this is Harry, he’s my…
-Uncle- you looked at him suspiciously but you shrugged. 
-I think that because of the traumas you had, you need to stay here for a few days.
-We’ll do whatever you say, doctor- Harry said as he gave you a soft smile.
-Ok, I’ll tell everything to Doctor Martin so he can be updated with your case when he sees you…
-Wait, so that means that I don’t have to see you again?- Eggsy asked.
-You won’t get rid of me that easily- you said before you winked at him.
You visited him every day while he was in the hospital, you liked to be around him, you could talk about anything and he always made you laugh, before he left the hospital he asked you for a date, you had to admit that you were nervous but everything went great. That date became a second date and then you started dating. After your sixth month dating he told you about his real job, he warned you that it could be dangerous for you and if you want to leave him he’ll understand but instead you took a step closer and kissed him. You were worried every time he was on a mission, but this time everything was different, some woman want all the control for the drugs, eggs was on united state with another agency, Harry was back, the hospital was a chaos with all the people infected with poppy’s drugs, and the cherry of the cake was when he called you and tell you that they were going to fight the golden circle on Poppy’s island. You tried to focus on your patients but you were tense until Eggsy’s name appeared on the screen. 
-Oh god, I’m glad you’re ok- you said making him chuckle. 
-You didn’t think that I would make it alive, uh love? 
-I never doubt of you babe… when are you coming home, I miss you
-I miss you too, darling- he said -Have you been eating today?- you thought for a second. 
-Yeah- you said as you bit your lip. 
-Love, you know I know when you’re lying right?- he said, making you sighed. 
-Ok I haven’t eaten today, we were kind of busy giving all the infected people the antidote that some spy won.
-You mean that handsome spy that 's waiting for you in the medics room?
-what?- you said as you ran to that room, Eggsy looked at you with a smirk on his face.
-I’m going to hang up now love- you haven’t realized that you have your phone on your ear.
-how…
-I’ll tell you later but first follow me- you did as he said, you followed him to the rooftop of the hospital, you were a little confused but you forgot when you saw the view.
-God has been ages since I've been here- you said before you look at him.
-How did you know about this place?
-I… kind of followed you when I was here- he said ashamed.
-So you were a stalker, agent Galahad?- you said with a smirk.
-Just for you, babe- he said with a smirk, you get close to him and kiss him. 
-I really miss you- you said. 
-Me too- you noticed that something was bothering him. 
-Are you ok?-he didn’t answer right away, until he shook his head -Do you want to talk about it?
-I… I almost didn’t make it- you could feel the air stuck in your lungs -I’m here thanks to Merlin and it was my fault- you hugged him as he told him everything that happened and you kept hugging as he calmed down and stayed like that for a moment. 
-How you been, what’s new?- he asked you after a while. 
-Let’s see, I found something I want to show you- you said as you looked at your phone and showed him a photo on your phone.
-Look how young we were- he said. 
-Are you telling me old?-you jokes. 
-Well you’re not 11 years olds anymore- he said -you want to know a secret?- you nodded. 
-I had a crush for you- you could see the blush appearing in his face -I know we were kids but when I was with you, I was always happy and if I’m honest I always wonder what happened to you, so imagine my surprise when you were my doctor, I was excited and then this happened… and now with everything I’m sure of one thing.
-And what’s that?- you asked. 
-I realized that I want to spend my life with you- he said looking at your eyes.
-Are you…
-I’ll propose one day and I hope that you’ll say yes, but I’m pretty confident that you’ll accept- he said with a smirk making you roll your eyes- come on love, let's get you something to eat.
-Eggsy- you stopped him -I love you- you pull him into a soft kiss -shit I don’t want to compete with everything you said but I just want you to know that I’m really happy when I’m with you- you gave him a quick kiss before you start to walk again -oh and I’m pretty confident too that I’ll say yes- he gave you a big smile -so you have to promise me something.
-Yes, I’ll introduce you to Elthon John- he said. 
-I was going to say that you have to always come back to me but now I want to hear that. 
-I promise- he said -come on, let’s eat and I’ll tell you everything- he said as he took your hand. 
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