#so she can’t shake Hewson’s face at the end

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Merging casts has me trying to decide if I’d go more feral over an “adult Taivan seeing their teen counterparts instead of their ‘grown up’ selves while they have sex” scene or a “Van is dying and either she sees teen Taissa or adult Taissa sees teen Van as she goes” scene, but I think it’s safe to say I’ll be going feral at some point over something this season.

[bluesfortheredj]

Another magazine, another photograph of Taron and Eve together, smiling up at you from the page.

“Urgh,” you scoff, throwing it down onto the coffee table in front of you. It skids across the top of the table and lands at Taron’s feet, then he picks it up and gives gives you a frown as he places it gently where it should have landed.

“What on earth did this poor magazine do to you?!” he asks, trying to lift the sad look from your face.

“You don’t want to know,” you reply with a sigh.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, sitting down next to you with one leg folded underneath him so he can face you. Your eyes dart from the magazine to his face, and you shrug.

“Nothing really. Just want to go home,” you reply quietly, then get up to go into the bathroom to calm down. As you pass Taron, you stroke his cheek softly, letting him know you weren’t mad at him, and he calls out to you just before you disappear.

“We’ll be home soon,” he reassures, “then it’s just the premiere to go.”

“I know,” you nod, before shutting the door behind you. Taron immediately goes for the magazine, picking it up and flicking through the pages until he comes across the picture of himself and Eve, then suddenly everything clicks into place for him, and he realises exactly why your moods had been a bit up and down recently.

“Oh, shit,” he sighs to himself. He gets up and chucks the magazine in the bin, covering it with some wrappers that were already in there, and then gets his laptop out to go hunting for something for you to wear to the premiere.

You knew this wasn’t his fault, and you hated that he was the one who saw you so moody all the time, but at the moment there was no one else you could vent to, and you were glad you were heading back to London soon so you could see your friends and have a much needed gossip.

“Right, I’m off then,” Taron announces when you come out of the bathroom, now dressed instead of in your pyjamas, “I’ll see you later. You can start packing if you want, we’ve got an early flight tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I think I will. Do you want me to start on yours as well?”

“Go for it,” he smiles, kissing your forehead before heading towards the door, “love you.”

“Love you too,” you smile sadly as he shuts the door behind him. You flop down on the sofa for a while, trying to organise your anxious thoughts, then decide to get up and start packing already as the thought of going home lifted your spirits a little.

The next morning was a blur of waking up late and rushing to get to the airport, and Taron apologising for not plugging your phone in to charge and forgetting to set his alarm. The rush managed to distract you at least, and you ended up laughing about it all once your were finally on the plane heading back.

“That’s better,” Taron says as you settle down in your seats for take off, “a smile!”

“Shut up,” you scoff, giving him a gentle elbow in the side.

“You will still come with me to the premiere tomorrow, won’t you?” he asks, genuinely worried that after everything you’d been feeling recently, you wouldn’t want to go. You look into his eyes that were filled with hope, then give a small sigh and nod.

“Yeah, of course I will. I promised even before this press tour started, didn’t I?”

“Good!” he grins, “because I’ve got a surprise for you when we get home.”

“Great, now I’m going to spend seven hours wondering what it is,” you wink.

He takes your hand as you both lean back against the seats, closing your eyes as you prepare for take off, and you start to think about what this surprise could possibly be.

It was a long seven hours, but when you land, a wave of relief washes over you, and you both make it to the car that was waiting with minimal photographs being taken of the two of you. You start to tap your foot impatiently in the back of the car as you near your house; desperately wanting to get inside and see what Taron had got you, and he laughs at your telltale sign of excitement.

“Almost there!” he beams, and gives your thigh a gentle squeeze.

When you arrive back at the house, you’re first out of the vehicle; running up to the door and fishing the keys out of your bag as quickly as possible as you drop your bags to concentrate on opening the door. Once inside, you drag your bags in, and wait expectantly for Taron to join you, his pace purposely slow as he walks up the path with his suitcase.

“Come on!” you encourage, and he starts to laugh.

“I’ve missed this version of you,” he says as he finally walks through the threshold and shuts the front door behind him, “and I’m sorry if you’ve felt a little… Neglected.”

“It’s not your fault, you’ve been busy, I get it.”

“And I’m sorry that a certain someone has been photographed with me a lot...” he continues, knowing that this was the real reason you’d been a little on edge.

“No, no, that’s my fault. I let it get to me when I know it shouldn’t because it’s literally in your contract. I’m sorry,” you grimace, knowing what a bitch you’d been recently.

“But anyway, that’s all behind us now, and I thought I’d get you something for the premiere. Just to make sure you stand out when you’re glued to my hip all night,” he smirks, then nods up the stairs, knowing the gift was on your bed. You run up to the bedroom and he follows, then watches from the doorway as you open up a large Alexander McQueen box to find a black lace peplum gown with a plunging neckline and long sleeves. You gasp, your hands shaking as you lift it out of the box and hold it up in front of your face.

“Oh my fucking god,” you exhale, much to Taron’s amusement.

“Like it?” he asks.

“Like it? I love it. Holy crap, I can’t believe I’m going to wear McQueen.”

“Well you’d better believe it,” Taron smirks, “it’s yours.”

You place it gently back down in the box and run into Taron’s chest, wrapping your arms around his torso as tightly as you can as you mumble thanks into his jumper. He holds you tightly back, and buries his face into your hair, kissing your head over and over again.

“I love you. Only you, always you. Forever,” he sighs.

@crazedcatcuddler @aynsleywalker @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers

Request: Taron x reader. Robin Hood's press tour is almost finishing. Reader is sooooooo jealous of Eve Hewson so she is very sad lately. Taron notices and tries to show reader how much he loves her by taking her the premiere. He buys a beautiful dress and makes a love declaration. Pls and thank you. Love your stories!

[jamiemac26]

Our Album - Part Eight

Happier - By Jamie Mac

A Taron Egerton FanFiction - Our Album Masterlist

Taron glanced at his phone once again. The limo was dark and the light from the screen illuminated his face. He tapped his foot impatiently, his fingers drumming against his thigh. He looked out the window at the crowd that was gathering in front of the theatre. The usual nerves were starting to make their presence known and the fact that Olivia hadn’t texted him back yet was only magnifying them.

“Oh come on,” He blurted out.

“Taron, are you okay?”

He shook his head, focusing in on the only other occupant in the back of the vehicle with him. “I’m good Summer… really.  I’m just waiting on a text that I’m hoping will come through before we leave this car.”

Summer. Beautiful Summer. She had been one of his drama school friends, a stunning blond with long legs and smooth skin. All the boys in their circle had wanted to date her but Taron had always gotten along with her famously. They’d bonded over their love of Star Wars, their eccentric taste in music and all things sweet. When she’d called him out of the blue, wanting to get together for a coffee, he’d happily obliged. He knew that she was trying to move from stage acting to movies and he had offered to give her some advice...what little he’d acquired over the years. When Olivia had suggested he take a date to the premiere, her face had instantly popped into his head. She had ecstatically taken him up on his offer and hadn’t mind playing along when he’d informed her of the grand scheme.

“I’m sure that everything will work out Taron,” She smiled at him and he felt a little more at ease.

He took a deep breath, glancing at his phone once more.  He sighed with relief when he saw Olivia’s name across the screen.

Olivia: It will work, calm your tits. I sent her the information and strategically implanted the idea for her to watch tonight.  Now stop worrying because you have to put on the performance of a lifetime.

Taron was in the middle of replying when another text from Hayden’s spunky friend came through…

Olivia: I swear to god Taron, if you even think about telling me that this won’t work or if you start to have doubts...remember, I’m scary and I did promise to rip your balls off.  Now just do what I told you.

Taron laughed, a hearty laugh that had Summer tilting her head at him. He waved her off, motioning to his phone, “My balls are being threatened.” She continued to look at him in confusion so he kept explaining, “Hayden’s friend Olivia is… well she's a tad intimidating. Screw that, she's fucking frightening.”

The door to the limo opened and panic replaced the laughter. Taron looked at Summer, calming slightly at her look of reassurance. He stepped out of the car, the camera flashes blinding him instantly. His hands were shaking as he reached for Summer. Her warm fingers gripped his and the flashes intensified as she appeared.

Olivia pushed open Hayden’s bedroom door, “Did you find it?”

Hayden nodded, turning the computer screen in Liv’s direction, “Why am I doing this?”

“Because you’re indulging my curiosity and I know for a fact that you’ve been keeping tabs on him.”

“I have not,” Hayden protested

“Really? You’re going to lie to me?” Liv flopped down on the bed next to her friend, pulling the laptop over so she could have a better view.

Hayden stayed quiet as they waited for the stars to start appearing on the red carpet. Jamie Dornan walked by, looking quite dashing in his dark blue suit. Jamie Foxx’s smile beamed brighter than any camera flash. Eve Hewson stunned the crowd, decked in a fabulous dress, looking beautiful. Hayden’s stomach twisted itself into knots at the anticipation of seeing Taron live. As each cast member walked the carpet, it brought her closer to gazing upon his face but she wasn’t prepared for what she would see.

“Who is that?” Hayden poked at the screen.

A gorgeous blond was attached to his hip. His arm was around her waist and Hayden knew that his hand was resting on the small of her back. A pang of jealously beat inside of her and she tried to choke it back.  No, she would not be jealous of the fact that he had moved on. She had hurt him. She had left him. He had every right to be happy with someone else.

“He looks happy,” Liv’s soft voice brought Hayden back to the screen.

She shook her head, “He deserves it.” She couldn’t hide the emotion in her voice.

Olivia looked over at her, “She awfully pretty, isn’t she?”

Hayden said nothing. She just stared at his face.

Olivia allowed the silence to continue, knowing the thoughts that were forming in her friend’s head. She needed to give Hayden time to come to terms with the facts, the reality of the situation, before she continued on with their plan.

They watched as Taron stopped at several different reporters, his arm never leaving the blonde’s side. Hayden sniffled silently, her heart torn into pieces at the fact that he had moved on from her so quickly. She knew that she’d been harsh. She knew that she’d been quick to run and she cursed herself over and over again for making those snap decisions. She reached up to rub her eyes and was surprised when her fingers came away wet. She could see Olivia looking at her out of the corner of her eye.

“Liv, I’m fine.”

Her friend nodded her head, “I’m sure that you are Hayden. I wonder who the blonde is?”

Hayden choked back a sob. Olivia reached over and grabbed her hand. Hayden finally allowed the tears to fall, quiet sobs escaping.

Olivia: Nice acting kid.

Taron: Did it work?

Olivia: Time will tell but from her reaction, I’d say it had the impact we were hoping for.

Taron: I still feel guilty. It feels like lying.

Olivia glanced over at her friend. Hayden was curled up in her bed, eyes closed, breathing even. She agreed with Taron, as her own pangs of guilt flowed through her. She had to tell herself that it wasn’t lying, persay. Taron had never mentioned that the blonde had been his girlfriend, or even his date really. He hadn’t said anything. She knew the truth, the blonde had been nothing more than a friend but Hayden hadn’t know that and that is where the guilt came into play.

Olivia: I know..I know, I feel guilty too.

Taron: If this doesn’t work, will you come clean and tell her?

Olivia: Do you honestly think that would be the best idea?

Taron: I don’t know. Liv….

Olivia: What Taron??

Taron: I miss her.

Olivia: I know kid… she misses you too.

Hayden blinked her eyes open. A yawned ensued as she stretched her tired muscles. Her gaze landed on the open laptop, lying at the end of her bed. The images of Taron walking past the cameras, flashed through her mind and her stomach twisted. She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing the tears at bay. She would not cry. She would not cry. A single tear trickled down her cheek.

“Good morning sunshine. How did you sleep?” Liv stood in the bedroom doorway, two cups of hot coffee clenched in her hands.

Hayden tried to smile but failed, the misery clearly evident on her face.

Liv walked over to her, handing her one of the steaming mugs, “Did you at least sleep?

Hayden nodded her head, “Off and on, but I managed to get a few hours.”

Liv sat down next to her, reaching over and shutting the laptop.

“How badly did I screw up?” Hayden asked quietly.

“I don’t know hon,” Liv took a long sip of her own caffeinated beverage.

“Do you think there is anyway I can get him back? I mean, he’s already moved on but it can’t be too serious right, it’s only been like a month. No, that’s stupid...I shouldn’t even be thinking like that. He’s moved on and I need to let him go.”

“Whoa, Hayden slow down…” Liv turned her body, facing her friend, “Last night was a lot to take in. Who knows if that woman with him was his new lover or nothing more than a friend. Give yourself time to process. You know, nothing has changed...his life is still public. Is that something that you can actually deal with?”

Hayden looked down at the laptop, her mind whirling with thoughts. She had no answers for Olivia, not yet anyway. She had run away because she didn’t want her life splattered all over for the world to see but at the same time, as she replayed the events from the night before, she realized that though the blonde stood next to Taron during interviews and photographs, she wasn’t asked any questions. If anything, she was asked politely to step aside so photos of just him could be taken. Her world started to spin. She glanced up at Olivia, “I don’t know.”

“Well then, you’ve got a lot to think about. You might want to think about getting up, you don’t want to be late to work again,” Olivia laughed as she walked out of the small bedroom.

Hayden watched her friend leave, before her eyes landed on the laptop once again. She reached over, picking up the slim device. Opening it, she waited as the screen came to life. She pulled up her favorite search engine, typing in Taron’s name. A quick search of news articles and social media pages answered the questions that were swirling in her brain. The entertainment pages didn’t have a mention of the blonde and the fans wondered where she had gone. Reading their comments from a different perspective forced her to reevaluate her rash decisions. Maybe living in his spotlight wouldn’t be as painful as she had originally thought.