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taronfanfic · 2 months ago

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It's been a minute, but I'm kinda back! I have no idea how many Taron fan blogs are still active over here, but hopefully some of you manage to see this and feel like returning to read my writing. I've had ideas for the trilogy ending floating around for years now but not had the time or passion to commit to putting anything down in writing until now. So we'll see how this goes!

If you're new to my blog and my writing then hello and thanks for joining! Pause follows on from Rewind and Fast Forward which can be found in my Masterlist. It's an AU setting where Taron isn't a famous actor. Contains smut, angst, fluff - all the good stuff really, so expect more!

Chapter 1

“Do you think you’ll make any resolutions for the New Year?” Taron asked casually as he placed his book down on the bedside table before pulling the covers up his chest in search of warmth from the cool winter night air.

“I have something in mind, but I don’t think it counts as a resolution really… it’s actually starting to feel like a lifelong dream, it’s been that long!” You turned onto your side and smiled up at him.

“Yeah?”

“As if you need me to explain further!”

There was a small pout which formed on his lips, and the deep crease between his brows as he considered what you were referring to.

“Well, it’s going to be one of two things…” he paused, watching as you pulled your left hand out from the covers and placed it deliberately onto his chest, focusing clearly on the engagement ring which had adorned your ring finger for the last 5 years. “Just one thing then.” He grinned widely as he raised your hand to his lips.

“I know we got engaged pretty quickly, and we’d agreed that a longer engagement would work best-”

“-And we’ve lived through a global pandemic, which made us decide to buy a house with a garden, which then needed renovating, went way over budget and took much longer than either of us had anticipated!” Taron was quick to add on.

“Yes.” You agreed easily. “But I’m not saying I wasn’t on board with any of that. It’s been exciting, and expensive, and stressful, but still rewarding. It’s been our life for the last few years! But now it’s done…”

“You want a new project.” Taron nodded knowingly to himself with a soft smile.

“It’s not a project!” You let go of his hand so you could push him in the shoulder as you protested back. “I want to marry you. I want to be your wife and be able to call you my husband.”

“I know, I know.” He softened, sinking down further into your bed so he could pull you in closer and hold you tight. “I want that too. Always have done, but life led us astray for a bit.”

“Next year seems calmer though.”

“Much.” He agreed with a light kiss against your temple. “I’m so up for some romance.”

“It has been a while.” There was a smile which grew wider as you felt pure excitement at the thought of marrying your best friend.

“Thankfully not since we last had sex though.”

“God, I’m so glad we chose that walk-in shower.”

“Do you think many people design their homes with where they want to have sex in mind?” The hand Taron had draped over your waist after pulling you in against him started to caress down to your bum as he thought aloud.

“I bet it’s more than you think. They just won’t admit it.” You mirrored his movements, tracing light circles against his lower back before sliding your fingers under the elastic of his boxers.

“So we’re not the only weird ones.”

“If by weird you mean loved-up, and very horny, then no.” His eyes were as dark with lust as yours when you lifted your head to place a slow kiss to his lips.

“Very horny.” He repeated before mirroring your kiss back. “And very loved-up.”

It had been a while since you’d both been in this mood. The dusty mess and chaos of builders for 18 months, followed by a busy Christmas spent at Taron’s family home had left you relying on quickies. Needs were met but certain sparks had been left to fade. Sparks which were now reigniting quickly with every touch, kiss and look between you.

His fingers laced softly into your hair, his palm cupped the side of your face and his tongue worked it’s magic against yours. There always was something about the way he kissed you that made you weak at the knees. A soft sigh escaped your mouth as he paused to look at you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He never let you reply, just kissed you again and again. There had been few moments when you felt like this. Like your life was perfect. Like you wanted to press pause and live in the exact moment forever. But this was definitely one of them.

“I love you.” You managed to say once Taron pulled back for air. It had him smiling widely.

“I love you too.”

It made you grab at the hem of his t-shirt and tug it up his torso. The love your felt was flowing through your veins and rapidly turning to lust as it reached your core. You needed him. Badly.

“Please?” You hadn’t even realised it had left your lips until Taron’s eyes returned to yours, twinkling with a smugness at your polite request.

“I’m all yours. Tell me how you want it tonight.”

“Missionary. Block everything else out. Just you. Your heat, your scent, your eyes, your weight.” You were wet at the thought. Wet at the sight of him stripping naked before you. Throbbing for him as he pulled the covers down your body to find you’d already freed yourself from your nightwear. The cold night air was swiftly replaced with his warmth. His erection pressed against you as he lowered himself between your thighs. Another kiss was shared, deep and hungry. You wrapped your arms over his shoulders, playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. He was gorgeously heavy when he lowered his chest to yours. Everything felt right.

“Fuck.” He swore softly, leaving his jaw lowered when he first entered you. It took a few thrusts for him to find his rhythm but once he’d settled you had his eyes back on yours. They really were beautiful, and the soft curves of his perfectly cute nose. You watched up as he took in your features too, admired the smile he’d put on your face and then thrust that bit harder to make you cry out in pleasure.

“Yes! Oh that’s good. So good.” Your fingers traced lightly over the stubble on his jaw, stopping at his chin so you could drag your thumb across his lower lip and feel his tongue licking out for you. He was quick to lower his lips to yours again, drinking in every soft moan and panted breath you gave him. Every thrust was quick and sharp. You’d done this a thousand times before and yet you still needed him just as desperately. His hand stroked up and down your outer thigh as rhythmically as he worked himself inside you. Soon he’d lifted your leg to wrap over his hip so he could reach in that little bit deeper. You bounced and rocked together, building up the heat, the pleasure, the all-consuming desire. Taron started to grunt and groan between the kisses he left to your neck, chest and lips and when it all became too much you felt a light bite pinch at the top of your shoulder. It made you tense up around him sharply. Your heels dug in to his lower back and bum; your fingers to his shoulder blades. Over and over he thrust into you, never letting up his pace or power. This wasn’t a night for clinging on to the edge.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please.” You hummed softly into his ear, knowing your release was imminent. “Faster.”

“Oh god.” He replied, lifting his head from your shoulder so he could touch his nose to yours and kiss you one last time. “I’m right there.”

“Me too,” You breathed back.

“Fuck.”

He came apart moments later, tipping you over the edge as he stuttered his hips, trying his best not to pause completely. Nothing could stop the grin on his face as he felt you tensing repeatedly around him. It was the first thing you saw as you opened your eyes again, receiving his lighter thrusts which brought you back down slowly.

“That was so nice.” He leant down to give you a soft kiss as he pulled out, then collapsed to his back next to you.

“We should do some more date nights now we have time again.”

“We should.” Taron agreed.

“I’d kinda forgotten how much I love admiring your face… your eyes and your jaw. You’re properly handsome, y’know?” You moved your gaze from the newly painted ceiling just in time to see the blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Stop it.” He turned to face you but then quickly looked away, bashful.

“I mean it. I want to sit opposite you and drink wine whilst drinking you in too. How did I get so lucky to have such a hot boyfriend.”

“Fiancé.” He corrected you quickly and reached out for your hand.

“Husband by this time next year.” You danced your fingertips against his.

“It really has been too long since I proposed, hasn’t it? Maybe I should do it again, y’know like how people renew their vows. I can renew my proposal…”

“You don’t need to do that.” You laughed gently at his cute idea. “I know how much you love me.”

“An insane amount. And I promise I always will love you that much too. You’re the best thing in my life and I’ll do anything to make you happy.” He wasn’t down on one knee, but lying naked next to you having just made love is a close second when it comes to grand declarations.

“Then that’s all I need to hear.” You smiled as you moved over and took his face between your hands so you could kiss him tenderly.

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socksracoon10 · 2 years ago

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𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫? 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘹 𝘍!𝘙��𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 Warnings: Fluff, a bit of angst? Author’s Note: This movie may not be the best, but hey it’s Taron Egerton and we shall write for our King Taron Egerton. That is all I have to say 😌. All mistakes are mine!

John had told him before the plan. He had it memorized within his mind for the past few days. Hop over the ledge, get past the wagons with bread, sneak past the ever-lazy guards, climb up the stone bricks and right into the side room where the guest room was. Simple. He knew he could handle it. He’d done something like this at least a million times, none of this was new. Then why was he so worried about it?

He tossed and turned a few more times in his stiff bed, well... a bed would be an overstatement. It was a wooden plank in the back of a wagon that John had situated for him to stay until dawn. “Get some good rest, this will be quite the extraneous task, considering the Lady of the Manor is within those walls,” John instructed him. Robin had nodded his head, paying no mind to the warning. He hadn’t heard much about the Lady, other than that she was a stubborn mule that often bit the hand that fed it. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, and she was ruthless just like her father. He was very well aware of the fight she had started in the town square for her own selfish benefit of gaining a few extra gold coins at the expense of the men fighting for their life over a petty cause. John had seen the Lady escape that day, right after she had shoved a man down the stairs nearby, so much so that he was rendered blind due to the bruises on his head. She was part of the scum, she was part of the problem, John had spewed into Robin’s ears. Once again, the archer just nodded his head and listened, carefully. He didn’t want to give an opinion so soon of a Lady. Perhaps there were extra circumstances that he needed to skepticize; at least that’s what he had told himself when he had seen Marian with the Sheriff.

Robin shut his eyes, tightly, turning around once again in an effort to shake the image of his past lover with someone else. It wasn’t working at all. He sighed, opening his eyes to face the stars above him. Each star twinkled and danced around, just like the reflections off of the coins he stole, each with it’s own tale. He chuckled, softly, to himself as he tried his best to remember the last escapade he did. He almost lost his arm; it was such a close call. Luckily, John was there to yank him out of sight from the guards, or else he would’ve been finished. He let out a yawn, momentarily covering it with the back of his hand before his eyes slowly drooped, before ultimately closing as he let sleep take over him. The breeze that cooled him down flew over to where the Lady sat, right outside her window. She frowned, looking at the town from her high angle and realized how pitiful everyone was. However, they couldn’t be more in a state of misery as she was; always locked away inside her room. She scoffed, leaning out the window to take a glance at where the guards were. They were always stationed in the worst possible places, but as she did so, she noticed someone’s feet sticking out of the wagon where only half of it was visible to her naked eyes.

Taking this as a new responsibility, she grabbed a couple of her dresses and descended down the side, using the stone bricks as her ladder with the help of her dresses that was currently anchored to her bed. When she finally landed down onto the ground, she scurried past a few guards and made sure not to disrupt the horses in the stables as she jumped over the ledge. No one in her family would ever use those horses in the first place, but ever since that puny Robin Hood had managed to create a ruckus around the town, all the important individuals were forced to house a few guards in their houses in exchange for protection. She thought it was quite disgusting at first, because she had convinced her family that protecting one’s self did not have to be done through guards who were clearly lusting after her. The Sheriff, however, paid no mind to her requests and she scowled, storming off to her room then for an hour of reflection.

When she had approached the wagon more closely, she noticed the bow and arrow sitting upright, above the sleeping man. She couldn’t make out his face as he had turned over to the side, his face covered in the position that he was currently sleeping in. She huffed out loud, hands on her hips as she decided that whoever this man was, he’d have to leave soon. Sleeping on her family’s land was the last thing she needed. She moved to the side of the wagon and grabbed the bow to see who’s it belonged to and much to either her dismay or astonishment, her fingers had brushed past the carved initials of R and H. It was Robin Hood. She gasped, slightly, a hand flying to her mouth as she made her way back around to face the sleeping man. He had moved in his position, now facing the sky again with an arm propped underneath his head. His lips were slightly parted, his chest rising and then falling as his eyes flickered at times underneath his closed eyelids. The Robin Hood was sleeping in a wagon right outside her manor.

My, my, my, she thought to herself, isn’t this truly something?

She could easily call the guards over and capture him. Yes, she should do that and as she placed the bow back and stepped back from the wagon, a thought came flying to her head. A man as skilled and mischievous as him, wouldn’t be sleeping here in plain sight like a fool. He couldn’t possibly be that idiot, now could he? No. Perhaps... perhaps he was purposely sleeping here so she would’ve seen him. Because he’d have wanted her attention. She proudly smiled, lifting her chin up at the thought. She knew she quite beautiful, but this was fueling her ego on a completely different level.

Ah, so if games is what he was to play... then she would gladly play along.

She clasped her hands together at the thought. He would come into the manor, tomorrow, hopefully and she would catch him by surprise. Once she’d have her fun with him, she could then use him for her plan. She began to make her way back, clearly giddy at her own idea of fooling the one man she was sworn to hate...

Robin had groaned in the early morning, stretching his arms and legs a bit as he stood straight up. He was startled, however, by the sight of John in front of him with his head shaking in disappointment.

“Could’ve slept with the maids inside, no one would have ever seen you...” John scoffed. “Really?” Robin asked, tilting his head.

“No, you fool, I was jesting. Now, come, you have much work to do. I shall be waiting outside of these walls with the wagon. You know what to do... do it well,” John stated, patting his back. Robin grumbled, standing up and grabbing his belongings before secretly making his way to the side wall. He looked up, noticing the stone bricks that stuck out in certain places, almost as if someone used them regularly to climb along. He had raised his eyebrow, staring at those bricks for a while before grabbing one and hoisting himself up. Well, whatever was up there, he’d have to be extremely careful.

When he hoisted himself over the window’s edge, he groaned as his gut hit the edge as he tumbled inwards. He stood up, immediately, and looked around the room to make sure no one saw that. He shook his head, stifling a small yawn as he scanned the room before him. The tossed bed covers, the messy dresses laid out on a table and some jewelry displayed out on the nightstand. Ah, so there was a guest in this room. Perfect, he cursed under his breath before stashing the jewels into his bag.

With that, he exited the room, quietly and creeped over to the stairs at the end that led to the cellar downstairs. From what he had inquired, the Lord of the Manor had decided to shift all their personal belongings to a place that wasn’t easily accessible to commoners. Lucky for Robin, he had managed to find a blacksmith that created a similar key to the cellar room. This was too easy, he thought to himself, but then again... after all the fighting he had to previously, this would be a vacation of sorts.

He had slipped the key in, turning it to the right before entering the cellar. God, it was dark in here and as he grabbed a torch hanging beside him, he heard a voice in front of him, “Well, well, well, if it’s Robin of Locksley.” His head snapped towards the direction of the voice, moving the torch closer before it illuminated the face of (Y/N). She had a frown on her, chin upwards as she faced him. The corner of his lips slowly curved upwards at the sight of her, and he didn’t fail to notice the way her eyes had faltered down to glimpse at his bow before climbing right back up to his set of green eyes.

“Shouldn’t you be tucked into your bed by now?” He teased, cocking his head to the side as he did so. Her frown deepened, hands balled into fists as she took a step towards him,

“Shouldn’t you be rotting in prison, Locksley?” She snapped and his jaw dropped for a moment before a cheeky grin formed on his face.

“I didn’t think someone like you could fire back instantly like that, I see this hellhole has a lot to offer to you too!” He cried out, beginning to walk away. She latched onto his arm, pulling him onto her,

“A honorable man like you shouldn’t leave a Lady just like that, perhaps I can accompany you,” She offered and he raised an eyebrow in response; she was planning something, he could see it in her eyes. Well, he had been working tirelessly just days prior, he could at least have some fun with her. If worst comes to worst, he could simply just take her with him at the end. He sighed, deep in thought at the consequences that could follow as she remained impatient, her eyes darting out the door in case any of the maids or guards would appear.

“Quit thinking so much, you’re here for the jewels aren’t you?” She hissed,

“Listen, I’m trying to work out some things in the hopes that you won’t betray me,” He seethed, pushing her hand off his shoulder as he marched out the door. With her trailing behind, he sometimes peered over his shoulder to make sure she wouldn’t do anything outrageous, especially in such a small space of a hallway. The steps to the cellar downstairs were spotted at the end of the hallway and he made haste, before she had stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

“Lady, I suggest you move to the side, we can make it all quicker. Besides you’re the one that offered-”

“I didn’t offer anything, you fool, I asked if you were here for the jewels, that was all. Now, I’ll give you a deal-”

“I don’t have time for deals,” Robin replied, looking around to make sure the coast was still clear. He turned back to face her, clearly agitated,

“Well, then your companion waiting outside my manor’s walls will have to remain single then. I know why you’ve come here, you can’t fool me.”

“I think everyone at this point knows why I come to someone’s house or property, it’s for their jewels.”

“Haha! You’re lying right through your teeth, I know why you’re here. You’re here for me,” She huffed, crossing her arms with a proud smile on her face. Robin, on the other hand, had completely lost her, not understanding a word that flowed out of her mouth.

“I’ve... I’ve what?” He questioned, still trying to process what she said.

“Oh come now! Don’t be so dull, sleeping so openly like that where only I could spot you last night? You... You were trying to get my attention, were you not?”

He blinked, before a grin slowly formed on his lips. She couldn’t have been more of an idiot than she was now.

“Aw, you’ve caught me, Lady,” He cooed, “you are truly an intelligent being, seeing right through my deceptions.” He had to stifle a laugh as she seemed so proud of herself. He instantly knew he could use this as leverage to get what he wanted and this was perfect. “Surely, you would allow me your secret admirer to... well, take just a few coins to help the poor?”

“Perhaps, but I would like something out of it.”

“You want your own coins back?”

“No, you idiot,” She rolled her eyes, “A token of your love if you will, would be most appropriate. You are so desperate after all,” She exclaimed and as much as Robin wanted to protest, he had heard footsteps from across the hallway. He inhaled, sharply, promising to offer her something very precious before grabbing onto her arm and descending into the cellar. Without even his asking, she had gone out of the way to show him the secret corridor in which her family’s fortune was placed. He had held out a bag to her and she had started openly stuffing the bag with whatever she could grab onto. It was quite strange, the whole sight of it.

“Lady (Y/N), your work is exceptional,” A voice called out from behind and Robin groaned, turning around to face her father whose hands were clasped behind his back. The archer scanned the room for any more individuals, deciding whether this would be an easy fight or not. Without any warning, a knife had come across his throat and he peered slightly to see (Y/N) with a smirk on her face,

“It’s a shame, love,” He cried out, “I really thought we had something there.”

“Father, take the bag with you and go upstairs, I can finish him.” She instructed and as her father forcefully grabbed the bag from her hands, Robin managed to find a way to break free from her grasp, knock the knife out of her hands and launch it onto her father’s head. The sound of metal crushing bone echoed into the room and when Robin had turned back to face his traitor, he realized his arrows were missing.

“You looking for this, Locksley?” She called out, standing a few feet away from him.

“Give it back, and there shall no longer be any more deaths. I’m warning you right now.”

“I asked for a token of your love, perhaps you could give me at least one of your arrows to keep?”

“Your father has just died, you show no remorse at all whatsoever and then you have the audacity of acting in such a manner? Are you insane?” Robin questioned, his brows furrowed together as he stepped closer to her.

“You’re here for the jewels, I’m here for you,” She responded and Robin, once again, was at a loss for words.

“What is your obsession with me? I don’t think I could ever trust someone who almost got me killed and once again, I will emphasize this, you show no remorse for your dead father!”

“I know a way out of here,” She began, completely ignoring his comments as she pointed to a pathway. It would lead right to Little John, as he was still waiting outside, growing more anxious as time passed on. As she tossed him all but one of his arrows, Robin forcefully grabbed her arm,

“What are you hiding from me? Was this your plan all along? Using me as bait to get rid of your father?” He whispered,

“Locksley, there are many things that wouldn’t make sense even if I told you. You have your own secrets, and I have my own. Do not think I am on your side, I am simply doing what I must do for my own happiness. Now come, grab your bag, add a few more of the jewels and then follow me-”

“How can I trust you?” Robin asked, making way to stuff more items into the flimsy fabric, he turned over to face her, kneeling onto the ground. When she remained silent, he laughed to himself and stood up,

“Every man for himself, then I suppose.”

“I suppose so.”

“Little John wouldn’t be very fond of the idea of bringing you along.”

“B-But wouldn’t you like that?” She asked, almost begging him to take her along with him.

He thought about it, thought about it very deeply. If he had shown up with the woman to his partner, there would be many questions. Based on her stupidity at certain moments, it would be hard to even convince John that she was worth it. But he also knew what it felt like to be stuck in one position and have no means of ever gaining hope. He sighed, meeting her eyes once again,

“You shall stay here until I come back,” He ordered and she gasped out loud,

“What!?! I go out of my way to show you to the cellar and kill my father and this is your idea of repaying me? How cruel of a man could you be? You arrogant scum! I shall call the guards at once and-” He clasped onto her mouth, silencing her as his other hand held onto the back of her neck,

“I know you are speaking out of anger, because I also know you wouldn’t dare expose me to the guards. You’re seeking for a new life, I understand that. However, I cannot trust you at the moment as much as I want to. Don’t get me wrong, your services to me as of today are plentiful, but it isn’t enough for me to fully trust you. You have my respect however.” He explained and she glowered at him,

“Your respect means nothing to me,” She mumbled under the palm of his hand. He let go of her, stepping back as he briefly looked onto the single arrow in her hand,

“Keep that safe with you, I shall return one day for it.”

“What if you’re lying?” She asked, “What if you never come back?”

Before he could even form a proper answer to her questions, he had heard the sound of the guards above, their steps growing louder and louder. He had to make haste, he needed to return back and distribute the wealth.

“Then you shall keep the arrow as a token of my love,” He replied, softly before running down the pathway and climbing up the bricks into the fresh open air. Lady (Y/N) stood there, the arrow still tightly wound in her hand as she faced the guards. She would have to place the blame on him, anyway, for her own safety. If he had not returned within a month’s time, she would personally see to it that his body be hung along the multiple prisoners in the town square. Yes, that would do.

“You surely took your time,” John grumbled as he and Robin both rode off. The latter remained silent, not wishing to speak further about what had happened in the manor. It was the last thing that he had expected and it pained him more than he would’ve liked to admit. He would have to go back. One day. But he didn’t know when...

The arrow had been confiscated by the guards that day and Lady (Y/N) had forced herself to remain hopeful. However, as the days passed on, they turned into weeks. And weeks turned into months. By the end, she had lost all hope but she couldn’t bring herself to enact revenge on him because no matter what she did, she was still going to end up all alone, stuck in the same grey manor.

One fortunate day, she had gone into the market to collect some bread as her pantry had been emptied by the guards one night. As she was passing an alley with her basket of bread, she noticed an arrow attach itself right next to her, startling her slightly until her eyes fixated on a small green handkerchief. A token of love and gratitude, she assumed and she looked up to see the source of the arrow.

“Well, love, where’s the arrow?” Robin asked, jokingly, climbing down from the heap of carts before finally landing right in front of her.

“They took it away,” She whispered, a surge of anger rising in her as she wanted to smack his soul right out but upon seeing him, all she could do was hug him tightly, unsure of her feelings towards him. His hands softly trailed down her hair, before he leaned into her hair,

“Though I haven’t fully fulfilled my promise to you, it shall be known that I have come back for you. I could never leave you, no matter how many horrid things people have said about you and your abhorrent manners,” She pulled back, lightly smacking his arm as he laughed in response. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, before continuing, “but now that you’re here, I suppose you would very much like something fun to do. So, tell me love, when shall we retrieve my arrow from those nasty guards?”

She smiled in response, “What about now?”

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romantic-withdrawals · 2 years ago

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Date Night Part 1/2

Title: Date Night

Pairing: Taron Egerton X Reader

Word Count:

Warning: None, it's just cute. Swearing...I'm Canadian, it's gonna be in there

Summary: Taron takes the reader on her dream date. It's messy, but who could resist his sweet, clumsy awkwardness. It's the effort that counts, after all.

Author's Note: I had a disastrous first date with my (now) boyfriend, but his effort to improve things throughout the evening made me fall entirely in love with him. This is inspired by that evening. Enjoy <3

Taron had just returned from a morning shoot. The new movie was an action-packed story, so he returned to his rental exhausted with a body full of bruises. He was more torn down this afternoon because of the early morning jump-start, so into his bed, he jumped.

The sunlight sneaking past the hem of the curtains was almost gone; Taron was still in sleep heaven, dreaming of nothing he would remember when he woke.

His phone on his bedside table lit up, the notification sound melting into a soft clang in his dream sequence. The time read 5:28pm, and the notification below was from Y/N.

'Hey Taron, just got home from work. I might run a little late. Can we move the date to 6:30 instead of 6? I'm so sorry for the last-minute text.'

Taron stirred in bed. The sheets now comfortably lie on his chest. His eyes are too heavy to open wide, but that dreamland has been abandoned. After a few seconds of silence, a stretch or two, and a huff of contentment and relaxation, he opened his eyes to look around.

Noticing the darkness outside and the time on the hotel clock he jumped out of bed, picked up his phone and blurted out that four-letter Anglo-Saxton word in a repetitious trail.

"FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

He darted for the shower leaving the phone on the bed with 5 notifications.

'All ready. Let me know when you're on the way' 6:24pm

'Is everything okay? Are you getting my messages?' 6:42pm

'Are we still on for today?' 7:32pm

'It's okay if you need to cancel, but can you, at the very least, communicate' 7:38pm

'I guess it's cancelled. I'll talk to you when I talk to you.' 8:00pm

The last text appeared while he was already in the shower. That's 2 hours later than he was supposed to go on the date. This was a mess, and he still needed to start the date.

He finished his military shower in 3 minutes and started throwing on the clothes he neatly hung beside the dresser labelled 'Date Night.' Dressing as quickly as possible he picked up his phone and called her while squeezing the device between his shoulder and his jaw so he could pull up his pants. The phone rang until it transferred to voicemail.

Once again that cuss left his mouth, “fuck”.

As fast as the traffic would let him, he drive through every single kilometre with great anxiety. First dates are nerve racking to begin with. Being two and a half hours late without any communication is as bad as it can get.

On the way, as he stood waiting for a red signal, he spotted some potted flowers outside a hardware store. Her voice flooded his mind, remembering their conversations on bouquet gifting.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love flowers. But why kill it? Where did this tradition begin? Who looked at flowers and thought ‘Hey! Flowers! Imma murder them, stuff ‘‘em in plastic and hand a collection of dying flowers to the first lady I find.’ Gimme flowers, but let them live you know.”

He took a sharp right and into the store, picking up the best 6 inch Hibiscus Braid they were selling. He careful placed it into his car securing it with the seatbelt. It’s been a disaster date so far, he couldn’t afford another mishap.

Responsibly speeding on the road, Taron finally made it to her house. He parked in her parent’s driveway and rushed to the front of her door. He rang the doorbell and waited there, expecting the worst. Her father opened the door.

“Oh I thought you cancelled your date” dad asked, now sceptical of the boy he was once impressed by.

“I’m very sorry sir, I know I should’ve called and told her I was running embarrassingly late. I’m very sorry for showing up late. I know I have no right to call on her. I just want to see her and explain and then I’ll leave. I promise” he rambled.

Y/N, overhearing their interaction came down the stairs and towards the door where her father was standing.

“It’s okay da, let me talk to him.”

Her hair and makeup was still done but she opted for a comfortable sweats, a tee and an unzipped hoodie. She wasn’t angry, just disappointed. He still thought she looked absolutely beautiful.

His heart was racing to look at her. What could he possibly say to make things right? She waited for him to start talking, a soft look resting on her face. Somehow it made things worse for him.

"I'm so incredibly sorry--"

"Stop apologizing," she interrupted. "You said you wanted to explain..." she started, prompting him to continue.

"I made this perfect plan for our date, and I still do if you want to go on this date with me." He began rambling again but changed courses when her body language shifted. "I was sent home early today because it was already an extremely physical day and insurance and all that. I had already picked the outfit and made the reservations and all the plans, so I decided I'd take a nap until my alarm went off. Except I didn't wake up with the alarm and raced over as fast as possible. On the way...Oh, wait" He stopped himself, ran to his van, and pulled out the plant he had purchased for her. He presented it to her as sweetly as he could. "I remember you saying you don't like murdered flowers, so I got you a potted one instead."

Between his nervous ramble and the potted plant, she was starting to forgive him, not that she would let him know.

"Look, I know my lack of communication was childish and rude, and you are under no obligation to forgive me, but you should know that I really like you and want to get to know you better. I know you've had a tough week, and I just wanted you to have one fantastic evening. I have been thinking of you for days ever since we talked that entire night. I love talking to you, and today I just hoped to keep talking to you...forever. I know you said to stop apologizing, but I am sorry."

She hadn't said anything; she kept her eyes on the plant he had gifted her while he rambled away.

"I'm sorry again." He mutter as he began leaving. He sat in his van and began driving away. Just as he backed out of her driveway and onto the street, he received a notification.

'If the reservation has been made, we can't not show up, can we?'

His heart skipped a beat as he saw her name. Looking up to see the look on her face, her soft smile while hugging tightly the plant he gifted her warmed his heart.

'Reverse the car and wait a sec. I'll be right down.'

She sent the text and reentered her home with the plant still in hand.

He backed the car and waited inside. He debated whether or not to leave the engine on to heat the car. It was of course the coldest time of the year so he left the heater on.

In less than 20 minutes he noticed the porch door swing open and out she came in a beautiful maroon dress and a (fake) furry cover. He jumped out of his car and ran to open the door for her.

“You look beautiful,” he smiled. A cliché line, but he truly meant it. He watched her as she sat in his car and adjusted the bottom of the dress.

"Aren't we on a tight schedule?" She looked up at him, still staring at her.

He immediately closed the door and ran to the other side of the car to join her inside.

“You look absolutely beautiful” he said, holding absolutely still.

To his surprise this made her laugh. “Are you gonna take me on this date or are you gonna keep flirting with me on this driveway until I blush myself to death?”. She let her urge to reach for his hand and gently touch him win.

He smiled again, grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“Let’s get out of here”. He said driving away.

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THATS IT FOR PART ONE!!!!!!

Spoke to my boyfriend about our date to write this more from the man’s perspective. Let me know if you want me to do that more often.

I was originally going for only a quick thing but it would have been too long. I’ve already started on Part 2 so the next one shouldn’t be too far away.

Let me know if you want me to explore any other ideas (smut welcome lol)

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simphq · 1 year ago

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Taron Egerton Imagines

❄️Christmas Time☃️

The snow was gracefully falling on the ground and the heating was on high. Taron and you were putting up the Christmas decorations and decorating the tree was the last thing to do.

“Taron does this look alright?” You stand up and step back. “Yeah it’s perfect love” after Taron had a fight with the lights and the tinsel gently placed by yourself,all that was left was to put the angel on the top of the tree.

“Go on love you can do it.” You smile and run the tree like a child.

“There we go. All done” Taron says while wrapping his arms around your waist. You lean your head back on onto Taron’s shoulder. “It look’s perfect and only took erm two and a half hours” you giggle and Taron smiles then glanced out of the window. “Hey baby why don’t we go outside?” “Oh my god yes!” The two on you rush upstairs to change into something warm.

Then you run into the snowy garden with Taron not too far behind. You create a small snowball and throw it at Taron hitting him right in the forehead. “You are so dead missy.” Taron laughed and was chasing after you while kicking snow at you. Once he caught up to you he grabbed you from behind and spun you around but he slipped causing you both falling to the ground. You both burst into a fit of laughter as you landed on top of Taron. Once the laughter died, Taron was looking directly into your eyes and slowly placed his hand on the side of your face gently pulling you towards him. Your lips brush his but he pulls you in to have a deep, meaningful kiss. Taron breaks the kiss and he is breathless, he tucks a piece of hair from behind. “Your gorgeous” you blush and look down. “Oi i mean it. I love you” “i love you Taron.”

#romance #fluff #taron egerton #taron egerton fluff #taron egerton imagine #taron x reader #i love taron #elton john #christmas #snow #snow man

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tegerton · 2 years ago

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Hii can I request smut?

Hi there! I actually don't write smut. Hope this helps, have a good day!

#taron egerton fanfic #taron egerton fic #taron egerton fanfiction #taron egerton #eddie the eagle #eggsy unwin #kingsman fandom #kingsman eggsy #kingsman fanfiction #eggsy imagine #eggsy x reader #harry x eggsy #taron egerton fluff #taron x reader #kingsman secret service #kingsman golden circle

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thelvrsera · 1 year ago

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when the agents style is so iconic you have to give it its own post 🤍

#thelvrsera 👛#black bird #the good the bad and the chosen #x reader #jimmy keene x fem!reader #jimmy keene x reader #jimmy keene #taron egerton x reader #taron egerton fanfiction #taron egerton #taron x reader #fanfic #moodboard

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holdmeclosertinytaron · 2 years ago

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RHW: Chapter Five

Story Page / Playlist / Wattpad / AO3

A/N: I've just had such a weird moment of 'how am I already uploading chapter five?' and now I feel so weird. This chapter was so fun to write, and the sprinkles of Liliana's friendship with Evelyn and Jacob is so fun. It's absolutely how my two best friends and I am. I hope you love it as much as @brayndilyn and I do!!

Word Count: 7.1k

Warnings: Explicit language

December 25th, 2021

It was clear as soon as Liliana opened the door that she’d been crying. Her eyes were red and puffy and they weren’t tears of happiness. Taron wanted to pull her into his body and tell her that he was taking her to his house where she’d be okay. But he knew she wanted to spend the day with Matilda and that she wouldn’t let him.

She looked at him curiously, not sure why he was at her house instead of his with his family. He was slightly out of breath and had his hands stuffed in his pockets. When he went to speak, Liliana stepped out of the house in just her socks and pulled the door closed behind her.

Taron wanted to ask what happened and why she was upset but it was clear that if he asked her, she would immediately fall into fits of sobs and he didn’t want to upset her anymore than she was already upset.

Liliana watched as he pulled a velvet box out of his pocket that had a bow on top of it, thanks to Tina insisting that it needed to look like a gift rather than just a box.

‘I saw this a couple of weeks ago and I knew I had to get it for you. It’s not much.’

Liliana was speechless. So speechless that she didn’t even open the box. She wanted to have him wrap his body around her while she told him everything that happened that morning but she couldn’t burden him with it, not on Christmas.

He looked at her with concern and she smiled at him and said, ‘Thank you, Taron.’

His arms wrapped around her and pulled her in for a hug that she needed more than she liked to admit. He smelled like Christmas, warm and comforting with hints of sweetness from the chocolate he’d had for breakfast.

‘You’re welcome,’ he said into her ear, her hair tickling his nose. ‘I mean it, Lil, I’m here for you whenever you need me. If you want to talk about it, let me know.’

Liliana gulped loudly and pulled away from him with a nod. She thanked him again before she walked back into the house and closed the door. It wasn’t a day for her to be around people and Taron understood.

Inside the house, Liliana escaped to the bathroom, the one room in the house where she wouldn’t be disturbed by her family. When she was safely locked inside the tiled room, she sits on the edge of the bath and opens Taron’s gift, cursing herself for having forgotten to give him his gift the day before.

She gasped when she saw it. A beautiful gold necklace with the letter ‘M’ on a textured circle. Her fingertip brushed along it as she broke down crying again.

She couldn’t believe how much attention he paid to her and how much thought went into the gift. Taron told her it wasn’t much but it was everything to her. After the worst Christmas morning she’d ever had, seeing Taron and the gift he’d bought for her broke her heart even more. She knew that he would go home to a happy home filled with noise and laughter and love while she was stuck with the opposite.

Every year, Liliana hoped that going home would be different than the last. Especially as Matilda got older and she could chat to her and take her places. But it was still the same as it had always been. It wouldn’t ever change.

Liliana continued to stare at the necklace in her hands, even when her eyes were so full of tears that she couldn’t see anything. Her chest went tight as she struggled to breathe and she had to slide onto the floor and put her head between her legs to try to calm down.

She could hear her mum, Hudson and Matilda laughing together downstairs and she cried more knowing that she wouldn’t be welcomed down there by anybody but Matilda. If she went downstairs, the air would turn sour and she refused to ruin Christmas for Matilda. So she moved to her bedroom and climbed into bed where she pulled the covers over her head and tried to drown out the thoughts she’d fought off for so long.

***

A few hours later, the bed dipped beside her and Matilda peeked behind the covers. Liliana had fallen asleep at some point and woke up with the worst headache and a dry mouth. She moved over so that Matilda could sit next to her but she didn’t sit up herself.

‘Mum’s put leftovers out for dinner if you’re hungry.’

‘I’m okay, thank you though, love bug. I think I’m going to go back to sleep to be honest. I’m really tired.’

Liliana tried to put on a smile for Matilda but she was too emotionally exhausted to pretend that she was happy. All she could think about was going back to London and locking herself in her flat with a bottle of tequila and a pile of books.

Her phone buzzed on the bedside table but she ignored it. She’d only been on it once that day to answer Evelyn’s yearly Christmas message and to check train prices in case she decided to head home early. There was a high chance that Taron had texted her but she didn’t want to talk to anybody, let alone Taron.

As much as she felt about him, the emotional baggage was too much and she knew that the inevitable message of him telling her that he couldn't be friends with her was due to come. Her family had a way of ruining all the good things in her life.

Matilda looked down at her big sister with big eyes, and Liliana wanted so badly to whisk her away forever.

‘Who was at the door earlier?’ she asked as she toyed with the corner of the duvet. ‘Was it Taron?’

Liliana nodded. ‘It was.’

‘Why didn’t he come in?’

‘He had to go be with his mum and sisters. He came over to bring me a gift. It’s on the bedside table if you’d like to look at it.’

Matilda grabbed the box and opened it. Her eyes went wide and then she looked at it. ‘Did you get him a gift?’

‘I did,’ Liliana said as she started to sit herself up. Her back hurt and she groaned as she tried to find a position. She wrapped an arm around Matilda and pulled her into her side. ‘He had to leave before I could give it to him. I’ll let him have it when I see him next though.’

Matilda ran her finger over the necklace the same way Liliana had and it made Liliana think to the night before when Taron told her that it couldn’t be a bad thing if Matilda ended up like her. But it could. If Matilda grew up to cry herself to sleep in the middle of the day on Christmas, she would have failed as a sister.

‘This is so pretty,’ Matilda whispered. ‘Why is there a ‘M’ on it?’

‘For Matilda,’ Liliana replied. For the first time that day she smiled. A real smile that made her eyes glisten. She ran her hand down Matilda’s cheek softly. ‘He knows how much I love you so he brought me something special that he knows I will cherish forever.’

‘I love it,’ Matilda said.

I love him, Liliana thought.

December 26th, 2021

Hey, T. I’m headed back to London this afternoon. I can’t stay here anymore. It’s suffocating. Thank you again for the gift, it is truly so special and I love it so much. And thank your mum for the other night for me please. It was really so lovely of her to let me stay x

Liliana had woken up that morning with another headache. Matilda had crawled into bed with her in the middle of the night and was curled into her back. It had been years since that happened and Liliana had stayed there for ages enjoying the comfort that it gave her.

When they were all awake, Liliana braved going downstairs so she could see Matilda’s gifts properly and play with her for a few hours before they headed to Hudson’s parents’ house for a few hours.

Eliza had woken up in a mood, which wasn’t unsurprising, and had taken it out on everyone in the house. She’d made a comment about nobody helping her to clean up from the day before despite Liliana having cleaned the kitchen after Christmas Lunch and Matilda putting her wrapping paper in a bin as she opened her gifts.

The air in the house was stale and thick, and Liliana needed to get out. Leaving the house wasn’t enough, she needed to go back to London. So she booked a ticket, not paying attention to how much it cost, and texted Taron to let him know.

While packing her things, Matilda went to her room and looked around sadly. ‘You’re leaving?’

Liliana looked up at her and had to fight back the tears. Matilda’s lips quivered and her eyes grew wet. In two strides, Liliana got to her and wrapped her into a bone crushing hug. The hardest part about leaving Aberystwyth and going back to London was saying goodbye to Matilda. They both cried without fail and it chipped Liliana’s heart more each time.

‘I’m sorry, little bug. I have work,’ she lied. One thing she’d promised herself when Matilda was born was that she wouldn’t ever let her sister know how strained her relationship with her mum was. She didn’t want Matilda to feel the way she did. ‘I’ll come back as soon as I can though, okay?’

Matilda cried into her chest and held her tighter. ‘I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay. I miss you.’

Tears tracked down Liliana’s cheeks as she bent down to scoop Matilda into a bigger hug. ‘I miss you too, Tilly. So much you have no idea. My heart hurts so much because I’m not here but I have to go to work.’

Her phone buzzed on the bed but she left it a little while longer, letting Matilda hug her for as long as she needed to. Her heart hurt and her head pounded but she didn’t care. Matilda needed her and she would be there for her.

‘When do you go?’

‘This afternoon. So I still have time to play with you for a bit. Maybe we could make one of your perfumes together and then when you’re sad you can smell it and pretend I’m here with you?’

Matilda nodded and wiped her eyes. ‘That sounds nice. I’ll go get it ready?’

‘Okay, little bug.’

When Matilda left the room, Liliana collapsed on the floor and cried more. Her phone’s incessant buzzing almost tipped her over the edge into a full blown sob fest. But she wiped her tears and took a deep breath and grabbed her phone to see Taron calling.

She answered and put the phone to her ear. He was somewhere with a lot of people because there was Christmas music and laughter and shouting. It made her sad because she wanted that.

‘Let me drive you back,’ he said instead of greeting her. ‘It’s a five hour train ride to London and then you’ve got the tube ride which is forty ish minutes on a good day. Plus by that time it’ll be dark and sketchy. Let me drive you back, it’ll be quicker.’

‘And once you dropped me off you’d do what? Miss out on family time because of me, again? You’ve done enough of that already this week.’

She sat with her back against the bed and held the phone to her ear.

‘I’ll come back here after. It’s no bother.’

‘You’re saying that a five hour train ride and a forty minute tube ride is a long time but you’d be looking at a ten hour round trip,’ she said matter of factly. ‘I refuse to take you away from your family over Christmas again, and I refuse to let you do that for me. I promise I’ll be okay. I could do with the time to myself anyway.’

Taron sighed on the other end of the phone. ‘Lil, are you sure you’re okay?’

‘I will be,’ she said, ‘once I’m home.’

‘I’ll see you soon, yeah?’ Taron asked, voice full of hope. It almost made her cry again, how much he hoped to see her again soon. After everything that had happened that week with her mum and the number of times she’d messaged Taron to complain, she was sure that he wouldn’t want to see her again. But there he was, on the phone willing to spend even more time away from his family to help her, not a trace of resentment to him. ‘When I get back to London, I mean.’

‘When you get back to London we’ll do something fun. I still have your gift anyway.’

‘You didn’t have to get me anything,’ he said.

‘You got me something,’ she defended. ‘And I promise it’s not much. Just a little something to show my appreciation.’

‘What time is your train?’

‘At three, why?’

‘What time are you leaving for the station?’

‘At two, why?’

‘Just wondering. See you soon, Lil. Merry Christmas.’

‘Merry Christmas, T.’

***

The train ride home was long and Liliana struggled to keep herself still. Her body was riddled with restlessness and no matter what she tried, she couldn’t keep herself from thinking about things she wanted to forget about. One of those being just how sweet Taron was.

Just before she was about to call a taxi to take her to the train station, a car beeped its horn outside and Liliana opened the door to Taron smiling at her from his car. She rolled her eyes at him and shook her head but smiled just as widely as he smiled, something that made Taron breathe in relief. She was going to be okay.

‘What are you doing here?’

‘You wouldn’t let me drive you back to London, which I still will if you want me to, I thought I would at least drive you to the station.’

‘I’m getting the train. But thank you. You’re very sweet.’

When he dropped her off, he got out of the car and gave her a long hug, telling her that he had a nice time seeing her. He thanked her for making his Christmas all the more special and she held back the tears as she thanked him for everything he’d done.

He offered to stand on the platform and wait with her but she told him that he didn’t have to do that, even though she would have liked him to. The last time they’d both been at the train station, it had been the last time they’d seen one another. They stood on the platform saying their goodbyes and crying. Liliana didn’t want to think about that time and him waiting at the platform would have brought back memories they both wanted to forget.

On the train, she’d put her music on and stared out of the window until the conductor came and checked her ticket. He walked away after wishing her a Happy New Year and left her alone again.

The first part of the train ride went by so slowly she thought they must have still been in Aberystwyth. She’d tried to read a book but couldn’t concentrate for longer than two minutes. She must have read one paragraph five times before giving up and putting the book back in her bag.

When she tried to write out how she was feeling, she gave up in frustration. She didn’t actually know how she felt so there was no way that she could put it into words. There were too many emotions fighting one another in her mind that she gave up and put her laptop away with an aggravated sigh.

Just before she hit Birmingham, she opened her texts with Taron and started to send him a text. But each time she typed something she deleted it. Words were working against her and she thought it better to not text him and to sit with her music and let the world pass by.

For hours, Taron had checked his phone constantly, hoping that she would have texted him. His heart pounded every time he saw the three tiny dots in their text chat, but it stopped when they disappeared. Tina had tried to distract him with a game night with his family but his mind was elsewhere. It took everything in him to not get in his car and drive to London to be with her. The only reason he didn’t was because he’d been drinking throughout the afternoon.

His family left one by one until it was only him and his mum left. There was a Christmas film playing on the TV and they both ate from a tin of chocolates. Tina had poured them a Bailey’s and they sat in silence for a little while.

Taron grabbed his phone from the arm of the chair when it buzzed, and Tina looked at him with her usual, knowing smile. Taron’s lips curved into a shy grin when he saw Liliana’s text.

I’m home. Thank you again. You have no idea how much you mean to me x

He texted her back to let her know he was glad that she was safe, and that she had nothing to thank him for.

‘She got home alright, I gather?’ Tina said to him. He nodded and put his phone down. ‘Good. She could have come here if she wanted. We would have made space for her.’

‘I think she needed to get as far away as she could,’ he whispered, tears threatening to spill. ‘I know it’s different this time but this all feels too familiar. The last time she ran away like this, I lost her.’

Tina moved to Taron as fast as she could and held him to her body just as he started to cry. ‘I can’t lose her, mum. I can’t.’

‘Shh, you won’t lose her. Do you hear me? Things are different this time. We won’t lose her again. If you need to go home earlier than normal, that’s fine. I understand.’

Taron shook his head. ‘She’d kill me,’ he chuckled lightly. ‘If she texts me and asks me if I can go be with her then I’ll go but unless she does, I’m staying here with you guys. She wouldn’t let me drive her back because she thinks she took me away from you all too much already this week.’

Tina sighed softly, rubbing his back gently as she rocked him. ‘Oh sweet boy. She’s always been stubborn, the silly girl. I’ll tell you what. Why don’t we make a hot chocolate, put on another film and then get some sleep? Then tomorrow we can see what the best plan of action is?’

Taron nodded, mumbling that it sounded like a good idea. Tina kissed the top of his head and went to the kitchen to make them a drink while Taron texted Liliana again.

How do you feel about movie night when I’m back in London? You could come to my flat and we could order in and get snacks and watch movies? Let me know if you’re down x

The reply came almost instantly.

That sounds perfect, T. As does the pot noodle I’m about to eat for dinner. The classiest Boxing Day meal there ever was. And then I’ll probably watch Netflix in bed with chocolate so if I don’t reply, I’ll speak to you tomorrow x

The necklace Taron had bought her sat on the coffee table in front of Liliana and she stared at it for what felt like hours. She’d wondered if the feelings she’d had for him were simply because they were together a lot in Aberystwyth and if they would go away when she was at home. They didn’t.

They were just as strong in London as they had been in Wales. They consumed her completely, wrapping around her tightly and not letting go no matter how much she begged them to. The necklace stared back at her and she wished that she could stop feeling the way that she did.

Everything in Liliana told her that she wanted him. But how could he ever reciprocate those feelings? There were so many other women far better suited to him. Women who didn’t come with emotional baggage heavy enough to sink a ship. Women who didn’t feel useless at everything. Women who grew up in a loving household and who knew how to love somebody. He could have anybody.

Liliana was just a girl who spent most of her day at her laptop, hair messy and still wearing yesterday’s makeup. She only got herself ready when she went to the office, and even then she barely made an effort anymore. She was clunky and frustrating, and Taron deserved more.

They were in two different universes and she knew there was no way for them to intertwine into the same one. No matter how much she searched Pinterest to find ways to be a better human.

When she climbed into bed, she sent him one last text message before she turned her phone off for the night. She needed to escape from her life until the morning but she didn’t want him to worry.

She fell asleep to the image of Taron holding her, telling her that he loved her and kissing her lips ever so gingerly. A tear fell down her cheek knowing that she’d never know that.

January 16th, 2022

Her phone buzzing on the bedside table woke Liliana up. Taron’s name being on screen was the only reason she answered it, her eyes falling closed again as soon as she did.

‘Hello,’ she said. Her voice was groggy and sleepy, and she heard Taron gasp quietly.

‘I’m sorry, did I wake you?’

‘It’s fine,’ she chuckled as she put him on speaker so she didn’t have to hold the phone to her ear. She sat up in bed and stretched her body, moaning happily at the feel. ‘I didn’t sleep until late writing so it’s my own fault. What’s up?’

‘I was going to ask if you wanted to go for coffee but if you’re tired we can do it another day. I have an event tonight so won’t be able to do our usual call but still want to talk to you properly and not over text.’

‘Coffee? Coffee sounds so fucking good right now,’ Liliana guffawed, already headed to the bathroom to get ready. She turned the shower on and stepped away from the bath so that she could hear Taron properly. ‘Were you thinking of anywhere specific?’

‘There’s this small place on Oxford Street called Kaffeine. They do coffee and light breakfast and lunch food. We could do coffee and breakfast if you’re hungry? And if you want to meet soon?’

Liliana peered back through to her bedroom to see what time it was. Nine thirty. ‘Breakfast sounds good. I’m going to need a minute to shower and get ready so if we meet in an hour? Is that okay?’

Taron nodded before he realised that Liliana couldn’t see him. ‘Yeah, that’s perfect. I’ll see you soon. Sorry again for waking you.’

‘Taron, it’s fine,’ she chuckled. ‘It was better than my usual alarm clocks. I’ll see you soon.’

After a shower, she brushed her teeth and threw some light makeup on so that she didn’t look as tired as she felt. She wanted to be comfortable but still look cute, both for herself and also for Taron, so she wore her black, leather-look leggings and an oversized Queen t-shirt. She added a grey plaid shirt and her big chunky boots and pulled her bag over her head so that it sat across her body.

Since Christmas, they had met up a couple of times for coffee or lunch, and the movie night that Taron had promised her. And every day they texted or called one another. Most of the time they texted through the day and then called on an evening when they were winding down.

Liliana loved having him back in her life and she loved that things weren’t sour after Christmas and everything that happened with her mum. She’d asked him multiple times if she’d been too much and he reassured her each time that she hadn’t been and that he would do it whenever she needed it.

The coffee shop was quieter than she had thought and she was thankful. It took her two seconds to spot Taron in the corner facing her, his lips already turned up. She walked over to him and he stood up to pull her in for a hug.

‘Hey,’ she said, holding him tightly.

‘Hi. I didn’t order yet because I wanted to wait for you.’

‘You didn’t have to do that. Come on, let’s get some caffeine in us,’ she chuckled as she pulled away.

In a fridge next to the counter were numerous different food options, from sweet to savoury. The coffee shop ordered more food that couldn’t be left in the fridge but that didn’t matter because both Taron and Liliana grabbed a ham and cheese croissant.

‘What coffee would you like?’ Taron asked her, taking the sandwich from her hands.

Liliana’s head fell to the side as she eyed him. ‘We’re not doing this today, Taron. Give me my sandwich back.’

‘Actually, it doesn’t matter. I remember your coffee order from last time, and the comment you made about it being the only thing you ever ordered so it’s fine.’

He turned to the employee and put the food down. She took them both and asked someone behind her to heat them up while she took their drinks order. It was obvious that she recognised him but she did a good job at hiding the excitement building behind her eyes.

‘Can we get a medium vanilla soy latte and a medium regular latte, please?’

‘Yep, no problem. Altogether that will be sixteen pounds when you’re ready.’

Taron tapped his card on the reader and turned to Liliana who scowled at him. ‘You’re so evil.’

‘Yeah but you love me.’ She grew quiet and Taron cleared his throat.

‘We’ll bring it all over to you when it’s ready,’ the girl behind the counter said, watching as Taron and Liliana walked back to the table in the corner.

‘Is this the last time we’re going to be able to see one another before you go away?’ Liliana asked as she preemptively grabbed two sugar packets from the basket to the left of her. Taron nodded, cracking his knuckles. ‘Oh.’

Taron wanted to bring up what happened at Christmas and how she left the way that she did, but he knew that it was still raw and he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. Even though he really wanted to find out how she felt.

He opted to talk about his upcoming work trip instead. ‘I finally got my itinerary for filming.’

‘Oh yeah,’ Liliana asked just as their coffees got to the table. ‘Thank you.’

‘Yeah. I leave next week and come back at the end of next month. It’s a good job I love New Orleans. A month and a bit there.’ Taron watched Liliana stir her sugar into the drink and take her first sip. Her eyes fell closed and he smiled at the bliss that washed over her face. That was his favourite part of Liliana, the part that was so unapologetically herself. He wished he got to see that part of her more often.

‘New Orleans sounds fun,’ she said as she put her mug down. ‘I’ve always wanted to go there. It will be weird being in different time zones for a bit though.’

Taron nodded in agreement. After two months of texting nonstop and getting a reply pretty soon after, it would be strange to go hours without a response. He worried about how much he would miss her.

‘It is,’ he agreed verbally. ‘But you don’t wake up until late anyway so it’s not like there’ll be much difference.’

‘You are so mean.’ Liliana threw her head back and laughed and Taron watched in awe.

Since getting back from Aberystwyth himself, he’d noticed more about Liliana than he would have before he realised how he felt about her. Whenever he saw something on the corner of her mouth, he wanted to reach forward and wipe it away with his thumb, but always had to refrain.

He noticed that her smile always grew a little bit wider when she saw him, the corners of her lips almost reaching her eyes. He noticed her perfume more, and basked in the scent of the warm vanilla that attacked his nostrils.

Liliana had noticed things about Taron too. Like how he would crack his knuckles a certain way. He always started on his left little finger and worked along until he got to the little finger on his right hand. And how he made sure they were really cracked and not just half cracked.

She noticed that if they were out in public and somebody walked into the building they were in, his leg would bounce under the table. She always wanted to put her hand on his knee to ease his anxiety but never did, not wanting to overstep a boundary.

‘So this event tonight,’ she continued. ‘Tell me about it.’

Taron’s eyes brightened as he went into telling her about the premier he’d been invited to. He told her about the Armani suit he’d been loaned and how he had a room at a hotel near Leicester Square booked as a base for his team to get ready. She listened to every word he said, enchanted by the way he spoke so freely, and so proudly, about his work.

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January 29th, 2022

Liliana wrapped her cold hands around the mug of coffee she’d bought on her way into the office. It was lukewarm and tasted bitter so she didn’t plan on drinking it but she was so cold from her walk from the tube station that she would try anything to warm up.

The conference room was far too big for the four of them. Them being Liliana, Evelyn, Jacob and a member of the financial department whose name Liliana couldn’t quite remember. Liliana sat at the end of the oval table, her elbows resting on the fake wood and her head craned back to try and ease the crick in it from sleeping funny the night before.

She’d spent most of the night trying to come up with an idea for her second book while also talking on the phone to Taron. He’d only been in New Orleans for a week by then but she missed him more than she thought she would. They would go hours during the day without speaking but once Taron had a break he would text or call her.

Liliana always loved when he called, and would try to stifle her yawns if he called late at night. She wanted to talk to him and know all the things he was doing in New Orleans, which meant that for four nights in a row she hadn’t gone to sleep until almost two in the morning and had woken up just before seven to get ready to leave for the office.

Early morning meetings were her least favourite and she often tried to get out of them. But these meetings were about her so she had no choice but to attend. The book had been released in the US two weeks before and in the first week hit a company record number of 35,000 copies bought.

She cried when she found out. Like actually sobbed, in the middle of the conference room surrounded by everyone who had been involved in the book and who had waited painstakingly with her to find out the numbers. The mascara she’d carefully brushed onto her lashes that morning had leaked down her cheeks, and the concealer she’d used to attempt to hide the bags caused from staying up late with Taron had disappeared and left her looking like a raccoon.

But she didn’t care. Not only had she published her own book, but Liliana was a New York Times Bestselling Author. The first person she texted had been Taron who sent so many confetti cannon emojis her way that she laughed through the tears. By the time she got home, a large bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates and a bottle of wine were waiting for her.

To my NYT Bestselling best friend. I’m so proud of you. T x

She sent a photo of the gift to Taron and thanked him profusely. He responded in the way of a phone call where he let her gush about everything to him before he told her that he was so insanely proud of her and that he wished he could be there to celebrate with her. They made plans to have dinner when he got back and he let her go to sleep ready for her first early morning meeting.

Then she texted Tina who told her just how proud she was of her and how she knew she was destined for great things. That made Liliana cry even more.

The final person she texted had been her mum who simply said ‘well done’. It wasn’t that she expected a big fan fare at the news, but Liliana would have loved to hear that her mum was proud of her. She didn’t have time to dwell on it though as she was immediately thrust into talks about a US book tour.

They hit five cities in the space of a week on her UK tour, including Edinburgh where she and Evelyn visited their old university and the cafe where they’d spent hours writing together. They had dinner at their favourite Italian restaurant and introduced Jacob to deep fried Mars bars which he hated.

It had been nice to go back to Edinburgh while not running away from life. She texted Taron the entire time she was there, giving him a guided tour of the city through photos. Her favourite was the little alleyway near a pub she’d found by accident one day. It was a small pub, with a handful of seats that were often filled by older men, but it was quiet and she could get work done while having a drink. Taron thought it was sweet and she was grateful she got to share it with him, even if it was years too late.

Taron had been texting her throughout the meeting, updating her on his scenes and lines he’d messed up. Every now and then he would send a photo of himself pulling a funny face in the makeup chair or a video of him and his costars dancing in their trailer. She loved how happy he was at work and how much he very clearly loved it. She’d been replying to his texts sneakily, not paying attention to what everyone around her was organising despite the fact that she should have been.

‘So we’re headed to the states for three weeks, hitting six cities slash states?’ Evelyn asked, pulling Liliana back to the room. ‘There’s Boston first, then New York City, Philadelphia, LA, Seattle and then Chicago. And from there we fly back to New York and then through to London? Wouldn’t it be easier to fly directly from Chicago? And cheaper?’

Liliana sat upright and sipped her coffee. She grimaced at the taste and almost choked. Everyone looked at her and she smiled sheepishly. ‘I second what Evelyn just said.’

The financial guy, who she vaguely remembered introducing himself as Liam, looked at them as though they had two heads. ‘Yes, technically it would be cheaper, and easier to fly straight from Chicago. However, there are no first class seats from Chicago on the date we would need them. There are from New York.’

‘First class?’ Liliana choked out, eyes wide as she looked at Evelyn for confirmation. Evelyn shrugged her shoulders. ‘We don’t need First Class. Stick me in economy and be done with it. Saves so much money and it means we’re not taking too many flights.’

‘Unfortunately, Liliana, I’ve been put under strict instructions that any flight you go on must be First Class as per the instruction of Martin. It was supposed to be a surprise but you guys are so money savvy that I should have known you wouldn’t understand me putting you on so many flights. Martin’s email to me entailing everything he wishes you to have on the tour include First Class seats paid for directly by him. And he said he knows you will have an issue with that and if that’s the case then you take it up with him. He wants, and I quote, to treat the person who’s changed the trajectory of Between the Lines to the highest class flights on her first US book tour.’

Liliana was lost for words. ‘Well, I’ll be sure to speak to Martin this afternoon.’

‘Very well. Now, onto the last thing. Hotels.’

The rest of the meeting went by in a blur. Liliana hadn’t travelled out of the country since she was six and when she had, she travelled economy and wound up being squished between her mum and a random stranger who didn’t want to give up their window seat. The thought of travelling First Class hadn’t ever been on her radar but she knew she would spend the evening at home looking at Youtube videos of First Class travel so she could see what she was in for.

‘Lili, did you hear anything I just said?’ Evelyn said at the end of the meeting, nudging her arm to bring her back to Earth. ‘Oh my god, did you hear anything in the meeting other than that we’re flying First Class?’

Liliana remained silent, pulling her lips into her mouth to try to stop herself from laughing. Evelyn threw her arms up in the air and let out an exasperated sigh with a smile on her face. ‘You are so predictable. Let me guess,Taron? You haven’t stopped texting him since the book launch.’

‘Wha-ho-how did you know?’

‘Like I said-’ Evelyn pulled Liliana out of her seat and pushed her towards the door so they could go up to Liliana’s office, ‘-predictable. Let’s get you back to your office and I’ll give you a rundown of what’s going on. We leave in two weeks and I swear if you’ve no clue what’s going on I will personally flush your phone down the toilet.’

Liliana feigned hurt but laughed at Evelyn. Her best friend would always have her back and she was thankful that she had someone like that on her team. They weaved their way through the cubicles on that floor and headed to the lift to get to their floor. Jacob met them in Liliana’s office with a box of donuts he’d stolen from the reception desk on his way up.

‘They’re so good,’ he mumbled over a mouthful of one, icing sugar on his nose and jam on his lip.

‘You are disgusting,’ Liliana laughed, grabbing a donut for herself before she sat at her desk. Since the book was released, she’d been moved into a slightly bigger office. One with a window overlooking the city, a sofa on one side with a coffee table, and a counter on the other for the coffee machine Martin had gifted her as a congratulations for getting the bestseller title. She’d decorated the office perfectly to her aesthetic, warm and cosy with lots of 1970s inspiration. ‘But these are so good. So tell me, Evelyn, what exactly did I miss in this meeting?’

Jacob looked at Evelyn in disbelief. ‘She didn’t.’

‘Oh but she did,’ Evelyn responded, shaking her head. ‘If she isn’t staying awake until the middle of the night talking to him, she’s texting him in important, career altering meetings and getting so distracted that she missed the entire thing except the fact that she’s flying first class.’

‘She’s so predictable.’

‘Exactly what I said. What should we do about it?’

‘You guys aren’t my parents. You can’t do anything about it but tell me what I missed. And remember,’ Liliana said, wagging her finger at them, ‘I can request other people come with me on this tour and leave your sorry arses here in rainy old Blighty while I have the time of my life in America.’

Evelyn lifted her hand to her chest and sighed dramatically. ‘But how would you know where you are in America if we aren’t there to remind you what you missed?’

‘You two are bullying me. I’m going to go to Martin and tell him that I am being bullied by colleagues.’

‘Fine,’ Jacob said, throwing himself down on the sofa and putting his feet up on the table in front of him. ‘Basically we’re headed to six cities over three weeks. We’ll have roughly three days in each city, with the first and last day being travel days. We’re in Boston, Philadelphia, LA, Seattle and Chicago for three days and then we have four days in New York City. We hit three book stores in each city and you’re being asked to read the first chapter of the book in each place before signing books and meeting people. Martin wants us to meet one of his contacts over there for dinner but other than that and the book signings we basically have free reign in New York, including a full day of no commitments so we get to be tourists.’

Liliana had been jotting notes down on the notebook on her desk and looked up when she heard the last word. ‘Tourists? You mean I get to do all the things I’ve always wanted to do in New York like go to Central Park and Times Square and the MET? I get to walk on up the steps and pretend that I’m at the Gala, or pretend I’m Serena or Blair? I get to go to Target and Trader Joe’s and be an actual tourist? Oh this is so fun. I can’t wait.’

Evelyn chuckled softly, putting the last half of her donut back in the box and walking behind Liliana to hug her tight. ‘My little tourist. I’m so fucking proud of you, babe. America!’

‘America!’ Liliana and Jacob repeated, holding their donuts in the air as though they were champagne glasses.

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skullrock · 2 years ago

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your kate winslet story is so funny I'm sorry that happened to you. crying laughing

im so glad it brought a little tickle to ur eye

#taron x reader #hehehe #answered

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geo-winchester · 5 months ago

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I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU

Hey everyone, hope you’re having a great spooky season time, for me it’s been great but I got a little busy so I didn’t have a lot of time to write, but I’ll try to catch up, for now I hope you like this little blurb and if you have any idea or a request don’t doubt to send me an ask! Have a great day, lots of loves!

Prompt: Self-loathing- tuna_tober prompts challenge

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You remember the first time you met Taron, you it was your second year on RADA, he was always making him notice, You were on the same acting class, but you never thought you’ll have to do scene together, you were a little shy at first, you practice your scene together but when you were done you barely saw his face. That day you were getting ready to leave the classroom when Taron calls you.

-Hey, wait- he said as you turn around -so next week is the big test with the scene- you nod- I was thinking about maybe we can practice together before the big day.

-Sounds good, do you want to do it at lunch or…

-You really hard to asked for a date, you know?

-What?- you asked confused.

-I want to go on a date with you, but I’m not sure if you’re interesting in me or maybe your not and I’m just waisting your time- he said as he was about to walk away but you took his arm.

-I’m interesting, is just that, I’m not like you, I can’t express it so easy, but I’m interesting- Taron smiled at you.

-So dinner? Tonight?- he asked you again, his smiled grew bigger when you nodded.

You been together since that day, even thought he prefer to work on movies and you prefer the theatre but you always manage to be together, he took you to his red carpets, he was in every opening of your shows, he help you with your lines just as you help him with his lines and he love to take you to the sets. Just like that day, as he was filming you usually took time to walk around the set but this time you decide to watch him work, you were fascinate with his acting, but there were something in the way he sees at his costar, you haven’t notice her before, sure he introduced you to her but it was until now that you notice how pretty she was.

-I bet he is dating her- you heard one member of the crew said, you paid attention -I don’t buy it, that the girl he brought today is his girlfriend, and if that’s true I bet he is cheating her, I mean look at the way he looks at her, you can’t act that.

Before you knew it you were in Taron’s trailer, the only thing that was on your mind was Taron’s scene and what that crew guy said. You were so absorb in your thoughts that you didn’t notice that Taron was in the trailer until he touch your shoulder, his smile fade when he look at your face.

-Hey, are you ok? What happened?

-I… are you cheating on me?- your question took him by surprise.

-What?

-Come on Taron, I’m not naive, I see how women stare at you, I’ve seen your costars and all of them are beautiful, with the perfect body, the skinny legs, with great boobs and then is me, I’m totally different, I’m not like them the only thing I can do is sing and if you don’t want to be with me is ok but…

-Hey hey hey slowed down- he said when he notices the tears coming from your eyes -where is this coming from? You were fine when I left you- you bite your lip.

-One of the crew members said that you were in love with Anne- you said -for the way you look at her and it was impossible that I was your girlfriend and… he’s right…

-Not his not, he’s an ass and he should be talking about us- he said a little angry before he kneel in front of you -I love you since that first day of Mr. Robbins’s class, I love all of you, your body, for me is perfect, perfect face, perfect ass, perfect legs and perfect boobs, which I’m conveniently in the perfect sight- you rolled your eyes as you giggles -for me you’re everything, Yn.

-but…

-but you want to know what am I thinking to see Anne like that?- he asked you.

-What?- you asked a little afraid of the answer.

-You, on that firs date, with that amazing dress you wore even with that stain of wine- you laughed -It’s real when I say that I love you Yn, and I love you with all my heart, I can sing you I will always love right now so you can believe me- you laughed before you kiss him.

-And I- you start to sing softly -will always love you.

-fuck I love you sing.

-I love you Egerton- you said.

-I love you too YLN- he said -Fore ever and ever.

#tuna tober 2024 #taron egerton x reader #taron x reader #taron imagine #taron egerton fanfiction #taron egerton

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taronismysugerdaddy · 10 months ago

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He is one sexy man

#i love taron #taron #taron egerton #taron x reader #jimmy keene x reader

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taronfanfic · 1 month ago

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Chapter 4

Dresses, skirts, tops, jeans, and even your favourite black jumpsuit that you wore on your first date with Taron had been pulled from the wardrobe and thrown into the reject pile on your bed. It didn’t matter what you picked, nothing felt right, nothing seemed to fit right or comfortably or made you feel ready for a night out with the girls. You missed the days where you lived close enough to Gemma to text her in a panic and have her appear with the perfect outfit in under 15 minutes.

“What time are you off?” Taron asked, peering his head around the doorframe and looking slightly horrified at the state of the bedroom.

“Whenever I’ve found something to wear. I’m already going to be late now.” You sighed in defeat as you sat at your mirror in your underwear. You’d given up on the clothes and done your hair and make-up instead, postponing the outfit decision until the last minute.

“Do you need me to try and help, or will telling you you look hot in everything make matters worse?” He offered cautiously.

“I know you’d be lying.” You replied as you moved back to the pile of clothes on the bed.

“I wouldn’t. You look hot now.” He was deliberate with his eyes as he drew them slowly up and down your body to admire your matching lingerie.

“Stop that, I believe you. But I need clothes to leave the house. Help?”

“Okay, let’s do this. The quicker I get you out, the sooner you’ll be back and then I can get my hands on you again.” He summarised his plan before placing his hands to your bum whilst he stood behind you and assessed the options before him. “I think black jeans, with that little top with the sleeves.”

“The off-shoulder lace one?”

“Mmmhm.”

“But it’s cropped, and I’m bloated.”

“No, you’re not.” His hands moved up to hug your stomach. “You’re perfect.”

“And due-on. Maybe something I can tuck in instead?” You could practically hear Taron filtering his thoughts carefully before he spoke another word. He’d fallen into the PMS shaped hole of pushing your buttons accidentally one too many times before and was doing his best to learn from past mistakes.

“The teal silky shirt. I like that one.”

“That goes better with my leather skirt.”

“Yeah? I like that too.” He kissed your shoulder softly.

“I suppose I could wear my knee-high boots with that too.” You thought aloud.

“Sounds good, do you want me to book you an uber?”

“Yes please, and grab my black coat from the cupboard downstairs?”

“On it.”

“Thank you, you’re the best, I love you!” You called out after Taron.

“I know!” He shouted back smugly.

***

As the car pulled up outside the bar you’d arranged to meet the girls at you thanked the driver and checked the time on your phone. You were only 15 minutes late. Taron had replied to your thank you text telling you to enjoy your evening and to let him know when you were on your way home, but knowing how evenings with the girls usually went it wasn’t going to be an early finish.

You clocked the three of them sat in a curved booth at the side of the bar, already deep in conversation with a drink in hand, and smiled to yourself when you noticed the spare glass waiting for you.

“Does that cosmo have my name on it?” You announced your arrival and slid into the end of the booth next to Charlotte.

“It’s all yours.” Gemma confirmed. “How are you?”

“Yeah, all good thanks. What about you lot? What have I missed?”

“Not much at all. We were just saying it’s been quiet since New Year’s Eve and that you getting us all here was a nice surprise actually.”

“Glad to be of use. Cheers!” You picked up your cocktail and initiated a toast across the table. “But there might just be a teeny tiny reason why I’ve got you all here too…” You teased and looked around everyone to see the confusion fall to their faces.

“Oh come on, don’t leave us hanging!” Rosie was the first to break the silence.

“So, we’ve got a date in mind for the wedding, and I wanted to ask you all to be my bridesmaids!” You couldn’t help but squeal along in delight as they celebrated your announcement with as many screams as Taron had predicted.

“Yes, Y/N, this is amazing news and about bloody time too!” Charlotte took hold of your hand before changing her mind and pulling you in for a hug.

“So I take it that was a yes to being bridesmaids?” You couldn’t stop smiling.

“As if we’d say no!” They somehow replied in unison.

“Good! Right, I’m going to get us a bottle of prosecco to celebrate.”

You looked back over your shoulder as you waited at the bar to be served and knew that you were on for a great night now the girls were as full of wedding excitement as you had been for the last week. Somehow you could also picture them stood at the end of the aisle in their burgundy dresses, bouquets in hand, looking back at you as you walked forward to marry Taron. It made you shake your head as you went on to picture them drunkenly tearing up the dancefloor and ordering shots for the bride and groom, exactly as you’d done for Charlotte’s wedding 2 years ago. Karma was going to hit bad!

“Oh my god, we need to organise the hen-do!” Rosie though aloud as you topped up her prosecco glass once the bubbles had subsided. “We should do a full-on girl’s holiday. A week away, sun, sea, se-”

“Sangria.” Charlotte interjected quickly whilst flashing her own wedding ring.

“Boring! It’s rubbish being newly single when your mates are all taken. Gemma, can’t you split up with Ryan so we can go out and have some fun? You can get back with him after.” She joked.

“Aw, I’d love to, but I think I might have actually found a keeper at last. I know it’s still early days, but I don’t want to fuck this one up.” Gemma looked over to you and Charlotte for advice.

“Are you at 6 months yet?” You asked.

“Almost. It feels like so much longer though, it’s scary. It feels so different to anything I’ve had before too.” She admitted coyly.

“No, that’s a good thing. Tell Ryan he’s got a wedding invite now so he can’t go anywhere until at least mid-October, but preferably he sticks around for good!”

“I’ll pass the message on.” Gemma grinned. “Thanks, Y/N.”

“October wedding? I love that, it’ll be so autumnal and colourful.” Charlotte chipped in, ready to discuss all the tiny details before Rosie interjected.

“Ibiza in September for the hen! Chill on the beach in the day, get dressed up and hit the clubs at night. Y/N’s always been our party girl so let’s give her a good send-off.”

“I’m not dying!” You laughed.

“I’d actually be up for that.” Charlotte surprised you with her answer. “I could do with a full-on break from responsibilities and go back to the nostalgia of our youth.”

“I’m in too.” Gemma added. “We’ve not had a girl’s holiday in forever.”

It suddenly felt like a week away in Ibiza had been agreed on before you could discuss any other options. You couldn’t lie and say it didn’t sound amazing. You’d come back with a perfect sun-kissed glow for the wedding and have stories to tell Taron for weeks, but you’d also come back in debt. You knew in your gut that Taron would be sensible about his stag and keep it low-key, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle the guilt of splashing the cash without him. This absolutely needed to be a compromise and if you didn’t say something now it would only spiral.

“It sounds great, but there’s one small problem.” You added cautiously, conscious of not killing the mood of the night. “I really don’t have the budget for that, and there’s no way I’m asking any of you to cover my costs or loan me money. I’m totally up for clubs, drinks, dancing and chilling out, but can we think more long-weekend city spa break please?”

“Oh, really? I bet we could get a good deal on the flights.” Gemma tried to persuade you. “Plus going when the kids all go back to school halves the cost!”

“Yeah, we should at least research it and find some options first.” Charlotte added.

“Argh, I’m sorry, but I honestly can’t. We’ve just spent a fortune on the house and the wedding is maxing everything out again. It’s so tight as it is. I probably shouldn’t have even bought that prosecco. I’m going to try and get some overtime at work to help, because living like this is so frustrating.” You let your head fall into your hands.

“It’s ok, Y/N. Don’t stress, we can scale back and organise it all and still make sure it’s great. Give us a figure and we’ll stick to it.” Charlotte reassured you and the girls nodded in agreement.

“You sure?”

“Y/N it’s fine. It’s your hen-do so we’ll go with whatever you want to do.” Rosie had calmed her excitement. “I just got carried away.”

“It’s very easy to dream up a hot Mediterranean man to have sex on the beach with in Ibiza.” Gemma lightened the tone by lowering it.

“What’s the Spanish version of the name Ryan?” Rosie teased.

“Probably not as weird as the Spanish version of Taron” Gemma fired back in your direction.

With that your night returned to the normal level of teasing, banter, jokes and gossip and you were left with a calmer feeling. They were your girls for a reason and they’d always have your back.

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happy74827 · 3 months ago

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Talk To Me

[Eggsy Unwin x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: With your boyfriend sneaking out 24/7 and always returning with carefully concealed injuries, it's only natural to be concerned.

WC: 3033

Category: Slight Angst + Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

I watched Carry-On last night (10/10 so good), and it got me re-thinking about one of my favorite films. Kingsman supremacy 🙌

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You loved Eggsy. Dearly. Truly.

You loved him so much that sometimes it scared you. How fiercely your heart clung to his smile, how tenderly your hands always seemed to reach for his, how naturally your entire world had shifted around him without you even realizing it. He was yours—scruffy, sweet Eggsy Unwin—and you believed you knew him. At least, you thought you did.

But then, the nights started.

At first, you didn’t think much of it. Everyone had their own struggles, and Eggsy never struck you as someone who’d open up easily about his. He’d always been the type to handle his own problems, to wear his hardships like armor rather than show them. But that was before the late-night disappearances, before the quiet footsteps across your floorboards, before you’d wake up in a cold bed at 3 a.m. to find him gone.

It didn’t happen all at once. It was gradual—so gradual you could almost convince yourself you were imagining it. One night turned into two. Two turned into a week. And before long, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

The first time you tried to confront him, you did it gently. You’d asked him if everything was okay, masking your concern with casual curiosity. "You seem really tired lately, Eggsy. Is work being a pain?"

Eggsy had smiled, all teeth and dimples, and said, "Nah, luv. Just gotta lot on my plate, s’all."

You believed him because you wanted to.

But then there were the bruises.

The first one you noticed was along his jaw, faint and shadowed under the soft light of your kitchen. He’d winced when you kissed him there, just a tiny twitch of his lips, but enough to make you pull back. "You alright?" you’d asked.

Eggsy had waved you off. "Yeah, yeah, fine."

"Fine."

The word had felt too tight on his tongue, too forced. But you’d let it go because that’s what you did when someone you loved was hurting. You gave them space.

Except the bruises kept coming, each one a little harder to miss than the last. The faint cut above his brow, the stiffness in his shoulders when you hugged him, the way he’d flinch—just barely—when your fingers brushed against his ribs. And you noticed. Of course, you did. How could you not?

There was the other stuff, too. The sudden shift in his wardrobe. Gone were the trainers and bomber jackets, replaced with sharp suits and polished shoes. He’d started wearing glasses—ridiculous little round things that didn’t even have a prescription—and he carried himself differently now. Straighter. More serious. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the change. You did. Eggsy looked good in a suit, and you’d told him as much. But it was the why that lingered in the back of your mind.

Everything about him was changing, and yet you were still supposed to believe he was fine.

You weren’t stupid.

And so tonight, when you’d felt him slip out of bed yet again, something inside you had snapped. Enough was enough.

You stayed awake, feigning sleep as you listened to him shuffle around the room. You heard the soft clink of his belt buckle, the muted sound of a zipper, and then the quiet groan he let out as he bent to tie his shoes. He was trying to be quiet, but you could feel his movements, his tension, the exhaustion radiating off of him like smoke.

The front door closed behind him.

For a moment, you thought about following him. Your mind painted a dozen possibilities—none of them good—and the urge to know was almost overwhelming. But something held you back. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was the sick feeling that if you saw what Eggsy was hiding, you wouldn’t be able to unsee it.

So, instead, you stayed. You waited.

And you waited.

Hours slipped by, the quiet hum of the room punctuated only by the ticking of the clock and the occasional thump of your restless heartbeat. You sat in the darkness, curled up on the couch with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company.

It was almost dawn when you heard it—the sound of keys fumbling at the door.

Your breath caught as the door swung open, and there he was. Eggsy. Exhausted, disheveled, and dragging himself inside like he’d just run a marathon. He tripped over the shoes you’d left by the door, letting out a hushed curse as he stumbled and caught himself on the wall. "For fuck’s sake…"

You watched him for a long moment, your heart twisting. His shoulders were slumped, his face pale under the bruises, and there was an air of defeat clinging to him that you’d never seen before.

Your hand hovered over the lamp beside you.

Click.

Light flooded the room.

Eggsy froze. His wide, tired eyes met yours, and for a second, neither of you said anything.

"…Where were you?"

Your voice came out steady—colder than you intended—but you didn’t care. You needed answers.

Eggsy straightened up, wincing slightly as he did, and ran a hand through his messy hair. "What’re you doin’ awake?"

"Where were you, Eggsy?" you repeated, softer this time.

He opened his mouth to answer, but you saw the hesitation in his eyes. That flicker of guilt, of indecision. And it hurt.

You watched him—really watched him—take in the situation, his gaze darting from you to the lamp and back again. He looked so tired, the dark circles under his eyes stark against the pale exhaustion in his face. His bottom lip pulled tight between his teeth, and for a fleeting moment, you thought he might lie to you.

He always did that when he was nervous, chewing his lip like he was trying to hold the words inside.

And then he sighed.

"Look, luv—"

"No." You cut him off, surprising even yourself with the sharpness in your voice. Your heart was pounding now, a steady thud in your chest, and you swallowed the knot rising in your throat. "Don’t 'look, love' me, Eggsy. I’ve given you space. I’ve ignored the bruises. I’ve let you—whatever this is—carry on without question. But not anymore."

Eggsy’s mouth closed. He shifted on his feet, his wince almost imperceptible, but you caught it. You always caught it.

"Are you hurt?" you asked, voice trembling slightly despite the resolve you tried to hold. Your eyes dropped to the faint, bloodied scrape on his knuckles and the stiff way he held his side. "Jesus, Eggsy…"

"I’m fine." The words came out fast—too fast—and though they were meant to be firm, they only sounded hollow.

You flinched like the word was a slap. "You’re not fine."

He sighed again, this time deeper, and rubbed a hand over his face. "It’s complicated."

"Complicated?" you echoed, your voice pitching with disbelief. "Complicated is when you forget an anniversary or don’t know how to split rent. This isn’t complicated, Eggsy—this is you sneaking out in the middle of the night and coming home bruised and battered, and I’m scared."

There it was. The confession you’d been holding back. The thing that had been gnawing at you for weeks, clawing at your chest every time he slipped away. Your voice broke slightly, the words tumbling out like a dam had burst, and Eggsy’s face softened in a way that almost broke you.

You could see the guilt then, raw and unguarded, etched into the lines of his expression. He took a cautious step forward, but you held up a hand, needing the space to breathe.

"Do you…" Your voice faltered. You didn’t want to say it—didn’t want to voice the fear that had whispered in your mind during the loneliest hours of those nights. “Do you not trust me, Eggsy? Is there something you can’t tell me?”

Eggsy’s head snapped up at that, his brow knitting as if you’d insulted him. "What? No. No, it’s not like that."

"Then what is it?" Your voice cracked, and for the first time since this all started, you felt your eyes sting with tears. "Because I’m running out of scenarios, Eggsy. I thought maybe… maybe it was someone else, maybe you’d stopped loving me. But then I’d see the bruises, and I’d hear you groaning in your sleep, and…" You trailed off, pressing a hand to your forehead. "I can’t keep pretending everything’s fine when you’re falling apart right in front of me."

The room was silent save for your quiet, unsteady breaths. For a moment, you thought Eggsy wouldn’t answer, that he’d slip into that shell of his again and leave you stranded in this mess of unanswered questions.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he crossed the room in two quick strides, cupped your face in his hands, and kissed you.

It wasn’t a soft kiss—not like the ones he’d give you after long days or lazy mornings. It was desperate and grounding, like he needed to make sure you were real and that you still loved him despite everything. You froze for half a second, caught off guard by the sudden warmth of his lips on yours before you melted into it. Your hands gripped his wrists, holding onto him like an anchor as your heart hammered against your ribcage.

When he finally pulled away, you stared at him, breathless and reeling.

"Eggsy—"

"I’m sorry," he muttered, his forehead resting gently against yours. "I didn’t… I didn’t mean to make you think that. Any of that." His voice was low and earnest, the accent softening as the words spilled out. "You’re the only good thing in my life, alright? The only thing that keeps me goin’. It ain’t you—it’s me. I’m just… I’m tryin’ to keep you safe."

"Safe?" Your brows furrowed as you leaned back to look at him. "Safe from what, Eggsy?"

He hesitated. You could see the war playing out in his eyes—the push and pull of wanting to tell you the truth but still trying to protect you from it. He was holding something back; you knew that much. Something big.

Finally, he exhaled slowly. "It’s work. The bruises, the nights—I can’t tell you everything, but you gotta trust me when I say I’m doin’ it for you. For us."

"Eggsy…"

His thumb brushed along your cheek, and you realized then that you were crying—just a little.

"You’re right," he admitted softly, the words heavy with guilt. "I shoulda told you somethin’. Not everythin’, but… somethin’. I just didn’t want you to worry, love. Didn’t want you to see this part o’ me." He smiled faintly, the corners of his lips tilting upward. "You deserve better than this mess."

You stared at him, the boy who had somehow become a man without you noticing. His rough edges were still there—still scrappy, still stubborn—but there was something more now, too. He carried weight on his shoulders, weight he hadn’t let you see until tonight.

"I don’t care about the mess," you whispered, your hands sliding down to hold his. "I care about you. And if you’re hurting, I want to know. I want to help."

Eggsy blinked at you like he wasn’t sure he deserved to hear that. Then he pulled you into his arms, wrapping you up tightly as if trying to shield you from the rest of the world.

"You’re mental, you know that?" he mumbled into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. "Too good for me, you are."

Eggsy was warm against you, his arms solid and grounding, but you couldn’t let yourself melt into it—not entirely. Not when you could still feel the lingering tremor in his body, the careful way he was holding you like he was afraid of falling apart completely if he let go.

So you didn’t let it slide. Not this time.

You pulled back slightly, enough to look at him, your hands sliding to rest against his chest. He avoided your eyes for a beat too long, gaze flicking toward the floor as if the answers to all of your questions were scattered across the floorboards.

"Eggsy," you said softly, forcing him to look at you. "You’re doing it again."

His brows furrowed slightly. "Doin’ what?"

"Avoiding." You swallowed hard, your voice gentle but firm. "You keep saying you’re trying to protect me, but from what? From you? From whatever it is you’ve gotten yourself into? I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with half-truths and cryptic excuses."

He didn’t answer. His jaw clenched, his lips pressing into a tight line as the silence stretched between you like a taut wire. You watched him, the Eggsy you knew—the one who laughed too loudly, who lit up rooms with his smile—hidden behind this new, heavier version of himself. A man weighed down by secrets you weren’t allowed to touch.

You felt your throat tighten. "If you’re in trouble, I need to know."

"I’m not—"

"Gary." You said his name softly, but with enough weight that he stopped, his shoulders sagging just a little under your gaze. You could see the walls going back up, the way his expression started to close off again, and your heart ached. This wasn’t about control. It wasn’t about digging into things he didn’t want to share. This was about him—the man you loved. The man standing in front of you with bruises and exhaustion, painting him in shades of worry and pain you didn’t recognize.

"I love you," you whispered, the words breaking through the quiet. His head snapped up, his eyes finally locking onto yours. "I love you, Eggsy. But this—" you gestured gently between the two of you "—this isn’t fair. You don’t get to shoulder all of this alone. Not when I’m right here."

You could see the cracks in his resolve then, the guilt splintering through his expression like fractures in glass. Eggsy exhaled, a heavy breath that deflated his entire posture, and he reached up to cup your cheek again, his thumb brushing faintly at the tears still lingering there.

"It ain’t trouble," he muttered after a long pause, his voice low and rough like gravel. "Not like you’re thinkin’. I ain’t into anythin’ shady, I swear."

"Then what is it?" you asked softly. "Please, Eggsy. I’m not leaving. I’m not running. I just need to know what’s doing this to you."

He hesitated again, clearly grappling with something you couldn’t see. For the briefest moment, you thought he might tell you—might rip off the Band-Aid and let you into whatever world he’d been keeping you out of. But then, as if on instinct, he sighed and shook his head, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before resting his own against it again.

"You don’t wanna know, luv," he murmured, voice so soft it nearly disappeared into the space between you. "I promise you don’t."

You stared at him, your heart twisting painfully. You could feel it now—the invisible door he was trying to close, to lock between you—and the worst part was, you knew he thought he was doing the right thing. He thought he was protecting you.

But all you felt was the sting of being shut out.

"This isn’t fair," you said again, your voice trembling slightly. "You don’t get to decide what I can and can’t handle, Eggsy."

His lips parted slightly, and for once, he didn’t have a rebuttal. He just looked at you—really looked at you—as if weighing the woman in front of him against whatever dark reality he’d been hiding.

"I can handle it," you pressed, your voice steady this time. "Whatever it is, I can handle it. I can handle you."

Eggsy pulled back slightly, his hands slipping to your shoulders. There was a flicker of conflict in his eyes, and for the first time that night, you saw a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface. "It ain’t about you not bein’ strong enough," he said finally, his words slow and deliberate. "It’s about me not wantin’ you to see the worst parts of what I do."

"What you do?" you repeated carefully, and you saw him flinch—just barely—like he’d said too much.

"Eggsy, I don’t…"

He let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his messy hair. "Jesus Christ, I’m shite at this."

Your eyes searched his. Part of you wanted to press further—to keep pushing until the dam broke—but the other part could see his exhaustion, the way he was leaning slightly against the counter like his legs were struggling to hold him up. He looked so tired. So defeated. And you hated it.

You let out a soft sigh, taking his hand and lacing your fingers through his.

He stiffened.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. There was a question lingering between you, the same one you knew he was struggling to answer.

Tell her.

Don't.

It felt like an eternity had passed when you finally said his name, squeezing his hand gently.

His gaze lifted to yours.

And you let it go.

You didn't push. You didn't demand. You didn't ask. Because this wasn't a fight, you were going to win.

He wasn't ready.

So, instead, you just said, "Promise me something."

"Yeah?"

You hesitated, the words feeling heavier on your tongue than they had any right to be. You swallowed the lump rising in your throat and whispered, "Promise me you’ll come home."

Eggsy stilled.

It wasn't much of a request—more of a desperate hope that this wasn't all leading to some unavoidable ending you weren't ready for. It was an offer of surrender. A silent, exhausted plea to put the pieces back together, to stitch up the cracks before they could break.

He studied you, his tired eyes roaming over the lines of your face as if he could read the question lingering there.

And then he pulled you into his arms, a hand cradling the back of your head. You felt the warmth of his embrace, the weight of his body against yours, and your arms wrapped around him as tightly as you could. For a second, you weren’t sure if he would answer. If he even could.

And then, in the softest voice you'd ever heard, he whispered, "Always."

"For you, always."

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