#taron

[taronismysugerdaddy]

I need him

It’s funny how attached you can get to a person you don’t even know

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[taronfanfic]

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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.

[supaspidey]

most underrated actor of this gen

[ex1stenc3]

Welcome to Rookburgh!

THIS TOOK SO LONG TO MAKE IT OMG-

(If you see my smiler oc on top of the building with the clock, it’s because in my lore him and fly are friends)

(Speedpaint because why not)

(Also can you tell who are the characters in the wanted signs? 👀)

[pankowcrumbs]

Fame

The vibrant red carpet stretched before Y/N like a sea of flashing lights and echoing voices. Her brother, a rising star and newly minted cast member of Kingsman: The Secret Service, walked confidently ahead, basking in the glow of his big moment. Y/N, already a celebrated actor in her own right, was here to support him—tonight wasn’t about her. She lingered a few paces behind, taking in the chaos with a warm, supportive smile.

“Y/N! Over here! Can we get a picture?” the paparazzi yelled. Despite herself, she obliged, pausing to flash a practiced grin before quickly rejoining her brother’s entourage. She hadn’t anticipated much attention tonight, but it seemed the world wasn’t about to ignore her presence.

It was in the midst of this chaos that she first saw him. Taron Egerton stood a few feet away, effortlessly charming a reporter with his signature smile. Dressed in a tailored black suit, his boyish features radiated confidence, but there was a softness to his demeanor that made him approachable. Y/N found herself momentarily captivated.

As if sensing her gaze, Taron glanced her way. Their eyes met—just a fleeting moment—but it was enough to make Y/N’s cheeks flush. She quickly looked away, focusing instead on her brother, who was now deep in conversation with Colin Firth.

“You're Y/N, right?”

Her heart skipped a beat. Turning, she found herself face-to-face with Taron, his warm hazel eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“That’s me,” she replied, offering a friendly smile. “And you’re Taron.”

He chuckled, running a hand through his neatly styled hair. “Guilty as charged. I’ve seen a few of your films. You’re incredible.”

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the compliment. “Thank you. That means a lot, coming from someone as talented as you.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he quipped, his grin widening. “Are you here for the film, or…?”

“My brother’s in the cast,” she explained, gesturing toward the group ahead. “I’m just here to support him.”

Taron nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Well, I’m glad you’re here. It’s nice to meet someone who knows what this whirlwind feels like but isn’t caught up in it tonight.”

Their conversation flowed naturally, the noise and chaos around them fading into the background. Taron’s humor and genuine interest made Y/N feel at ease, and she found herself laughing more than she had in weeks. Before they knew it, the premiere was starting, and they were ushered inside.

The days that followed were a blur of headlines and social media buzz. Fan edits of Y/N and Taron on the red carpet flooded the internet, their brief interaction sparking speculation and ship names. At first, it was amusing—the edits were creative, the captions lighthearted—but as the rumors grew, so did the scrutiny.

Y/N’s phone buzzed incessantly with notifications. Her fans were largely supportive, but the darker corners of the internet were less kind. Anonymous comments picked apart her appearance, her career, even her intentions. It was overwhelming.

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?” Taron’s voice on the other end of the line was a balm to her frayed nerves.

“You could say that again,” Y/N admitted, sinking onto her couch. “I didn’t think one conversation would turn into… this.”

“Neither did I,” he said, his tone laced with humor. “But for what it’s worth, I’m glad we met. Maybe we should give them something real to talk about.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Are you saying…?”

“Let me take you out,” Taron offered. “Away from all this noise. Just you and me.”

Their first date was perfect in its simplicity. Taron picked her up in a modest car, far from the flashy rides the tabloids might expect. They drove to a quiet little restaurant on the outskirts of the city, where the staff greeted Taron like an old friend. Over candlelight and hearty food, they talked about everything—their childhoods, their careers, their dreams for the future. Taron’s easygoing nature and genuine interest in her life made Y/N feel seen in a way she hadn’t in years.

As the night wore on, they found themselves walking along a nearby riverbank. The city lights reflected off the water, casting a soft glow over their surroundings. Taron reached for her hand, his touch tentative but warm.

“I know this might be moving fast,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I really like you, Y/N. And I don’t want to let the press or the fans dictate how we go about this.”

Y/N squeezed his hand, her heart full. “I like you too, Taron. And I’m willing to figure this out with you, one step at a time.”

Their relationship wasn’t without its challenges. The fan edits evolved into invasive paparazzi photos, and the online hate grew louder with each public outing. But through it all, Y/N and Taron leaned on each other, their connection strengthening with every obstacle they faced.

One evening, as they sat side by side on her living room couch, scrolling through a mix of supportive and hurtful comments, Taron took her hand.

“You know what I’ve learned?” he said, his voice steady. “The people who matter—our families, our real friends—they see us for who we are. Not for what the tabloids say, or what some stranger on the internet thinks.”

Y/N nodded, his words resonating deeply. “You’re right. And as long as we have each other, we can handle anything.”

Taron smiled, pulling her into his arms. “Exactly.”

In that moment, Y/N realized that while the world around them might always be chaotic, their relationship was a safe haven. Together, they could weather any storm.

[socksracoon10]

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!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 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?”

[njnetails]

Character voice tag!

Thank you @drchenquill for the tag!

My line: Clearly, you thought wrong.

Taron: "You're so dumb. That's not it."

Corelion: "I was wondering when you would have realised you were, in fact, wrong."

Luna: "No, dummy, it's not like that!"

Himmel: "I am aware that your capacity of understanding is low, but I would have never thought it is this low."

Nihil: He laughs. "Keep going, I like hearing you speak like you know what you're talking about."

I tag @cheshawrites, @writingsfromspace, @the-ellia-west, @possiblylisle and everyone else who sees this!

Your line will be: Just come back home.

[soob1nn]

MY LOVE INTEREST - ADULT ACTRESS FAME DR

REMINDER! I haven’t shifted yet, so all these is just my imagination 🤍

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Ah, the person who holds my heart's key – my love interest. They're the protagonist of the captivating story that is my life. Every time our eyes meet, it's as if the pages of a romantic novel come to life, painting my world with vivid emotions, suspense, and a hint of enchantment. Waiting for their messages is like unwrapping a sweet surprise, and their mere presence infuses my world with the comforting warmth of affection. They're the composer of the symphony that makes my heart dance to the joyful rhythm of love.

TARON EGERTON

Taron Egerton and I crossed paths during a time of transition in my life. I had just wrapped up filming "Top Gun: Maverick" and returned to my home in LA, seeking a fresh start.

Our meeting was a result of my father's influence. In March 2022, Taron was invited to a family dinner at my parents' home in LA. He happened to be in the city due to the shooting of a TV show. After that initial meeting, we began chatting via Instagram, and a connection slowly started to take shape.

I confided in Taron that I wasn't ready for a new relationship, and to my surprise, he was patient and understanding. Over the course of a couple of months, he managed to change my mind, and by July 2022, we officially started dating.

Despite wrapping up his TV show in June, Taron chose to stay in LA for me. He rented a house for a few months before making a big step by moving in with me in October 2022. It was a significant milestone in our relationship.

Notably, my father Hugh had mixed feelings about our relationship at first, but with time, he came to love and support us (he didn’t had another option)

Taron's interests included playing the piano and enjoying the serenity of the beach. He had a deep passion for food, particularly Chinese cuisine. Together, we bonded over building Legos and cooking, with a special fondness for Star Wars Legos. He was, in many ways, a 32-year-old geek at heart, and I adored him for it.

[ascendantking]

;; The Royal Roast

Pairing: Jaron/Tobias, Amarinda of Bultain/Imogen Words: 1045 Chapter: 1/? Summary: A modern college au set in a coffee shop between two rival universities. While the Carthyan Patriots and the Avenian Dragons clash, a quiet courtship begins between Tobias, an overworked med student, and Jaron, a young entrepreneur with a penchant for trouble.

Baggy eyes and a hunched back marked the man who came in every morning like clockwork, stealing a table hidden away in the recesses of the cafe–barely lit by the only window that wasn’t taking it upon itself to blind the patrons at this hour. His order was always the same: a coffee with way too many shots of espresso, a cream cheese bagel, and, if he was feeling daring, an eclair that they had to assume he took with him to whatever classes were breaking his back because he definitely didn’t touch it when he was here.

The red eye staff had their bets placed on if he actually ate it after it had, inevitably, been squished in his bag or if he only ordered it to prove to himself that he could order something else. Most of them were leaning towards the latter, of course, with the way he stumbled through his words whenever he did decide to vary it.

But Jaron had thrown his hat in the ring on another, more far-fetched idea–one Imogen and Roden hadn’t cared for much at all. He was of the notion that since he had happened to be the only one to convince him to try something different then it was only logical to assume that he liked him. 

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Right. That’s what this was. Imogen couldn’t let this fantasy go on any longer as she rolled her eyes. “Or you make him nervous.”

“Because he likes me,” Jaron insisted as he emphasized his teasing with a smolder.

”Or, get this,” she said, smiling as she shook her hands in front of herself, her grin immediately falling, “he may not like being put on the spot.”

Jaron laughed, stacking the cups off to the side. “I dunno, I think you’re just jealous that–” Imogen cocked her hip, putting her hand on her side, snorting herself. “Sure. If that’s the rabbit you want to chase today, just make sure it doesn’t get in the way of your job. Why don’t you help organize the back once you’re done there?”

“You don’t want my pretty face up front today?”

Imogen tilted her head at him, fluttering her eyelashes innocently. “Are you asking me if I want customers today?” She paused, putting a finger on her lip. “Hm.” She let a moment pass as if her question held any of the significance that warranted such a lengthy pause. “You know, Jaron,” she said, nodding slowly, “you should be up front. Give the door your best smile.”

He snorted, waving her off. “It’s like you have no faith in me.”

“Is it that obvious?” Imogen asked with a grin. She nudged him as she passed. “Just make sure you’re ready to go. We open in five.”

Jaron rolled his eyes. “I know, I know. It can’t be any worse than yesterday, can it?”

Imogen stopped abruptly. Her eyes flicked back to him with faux seriousness. “Do you like testing god?”

“When it suits me,” he said with a wink. Imogen took in a breath, shaking her head as she finished cleaning off one of the machines on the back wall. Jaron leaned down on the counter, crossing his legs behind him as he watched the streets slowly come to life, cars lazily drifting by as the street lights went off one by one, each one taking a bow as the morning sun took its rightful place on stage.

“Do you think he’ll be here today?” he asked barely above a whisper.

Imogen looked back at him, raising an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes. “I’m beginning to think you’re the one that likes him. Careful, wouldn’t want people thinking you can catch feelings.” She held her nose as if the concept itself stunk before snickering to herself. 

Jaron snorted, looking back out towards the door, a slight tinge of red on his face. Sure, maybe he wanted to get to know the guy, but that was all it was. He let out a sigh, pushing himself up off the counter to flip the sign to Open. He wasn’t one to pine over someone, he thought to himself as he peeked his head out to look down the sidewalk. No sign of him–oh, no, he meant anyone yet, yeah.

He closed the door again, brushing off his hands before he cracked them in front of himself. “Time to get down to business,” Jaron said to no one in particular as he hopped the counter.

Just because he had noticed that Tobias had come in almost every day for the past two weeks since he started working these early shifts meant nothing. He had a unique look to him! Wiry and tall, with perceptively kind eyes, as if he could read someone like a book but without even a crease or dog-ear on the pages as he went through their life story. It seemed silly now, Jaron realized, comparing him to an old librarian type when Jaron was the one attempting to judge a book by a cover himself. 

But he just couldn’t help it! Tobias carried himself like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders–like if he stopped for one minute, it would all collapse in a messy heap at his feet. Jaron sighed, furrowing his brows as he leaned against the counter again. It wasn’t fair for a man to carry the world alone–what a lonely thing that was, the heaviness of a responsibility only one man knows. If only he could do something to help–then maybe Tobias’ face might not wrinkle up as much as it did in the few moments Jaron saw of him a day. Jaron stood back, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh–maybe he’d get him that eclair for free today. Sure, it wasn’t much, but sometimes even little things could make a big deal, even if they seemed insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

A nervous energy ate at him as he rocked back and forth on his heels. God, he hoped he came in today–maybe they could say more than just the usual pleasantries, maybe he could even get a how’s the weather out there started.

A guy could dream, couldn’t he?

[tiny-taron]

Taron for the 2023 SAG AWARDS

[taronismysugerdaddy]

He is one sexy man

[clumsyunicorn87-blog]

[taronfanfic]

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Chapter 5

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You heard Taron say before you’d even fully opened your eyes. He’d pushed the bedroom door closed behind him and joined you back in bed, being careful not to spill the mug he was holding as he sat down. “I’ve brought you a coffee.”

“Hey. Thanks.” You groaned out as you sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes before taking the steaming mug from him and inhaling the scent.

“How are you doing?”

“Not great.” You moaned. “Can I be an arsehole and request tea? Coffee isn’t doing it, and the smell is making me feel sick.”

“Oh, love.” Taron kissed your forehead softly as he took the mug back and placed it down on his bedside table. “I can do tea, but I’ll have to go out and grab some more milk as I used the last up in the coffee.”

“Sorry.” You replied gently.

“It’s ok, I won’t be long.” He was already dressed in his running gear and got back to his feet in seconds, grabbing his phone and slipping it into his pocket before heading to the door. “I’m going to get you a bar of chocolate too, any requests?”

“Ermm, no?”

“Alright, it’ll be a surprise!” He called back from half-way down the stairs. “Periods are a bitch!”

You were thrown by his question, but with that last comment everything clicked into place. He’d presumed your period had started and gone into full-on care mode, but there was no need. You weren’t struggling with cramps, your head wasn’t pounding and there was definitely no blood pooling between your legs. You pulled up the tracking app on your phone, confident in knowing you had two or three more days to go, only to see that you were due-on 4 days ago.

“Shit.” You said out loud. “Shit shit shit!” The lightbulbs in your mind were flicking on like bright floodlights, illuminating all the signs you’d been completely oblivious to in the last week. The dizzy spells, the wine tasting off, Taron smelling off. The most obvious of all happening last night when you came home early because you could barely keep your eyes open past 10pm. You’d left Taron on the sofa watching his film and gone straight to bed, not stirring at all when he joined you half an hour later.  It was highly unlike you, but Taron had clearly presumed you were back as your period had started and you felt rough from it. You reached over and picked up the mug of coffee he’d left behind and smelt it again, gagging instantly and regretting your decision.

“No, fuck no.” You placed it down quickly, threw the covers down the bed and ran to the toilet in the bathroom, making it just in time. It was horrendous. There was probably a lot of panic in the mix, but as the smell of coffee hit you again when you returned to the bedroom you knew clearer than day what was causing this sudden nausea. You reached out for your phone, then ran back to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you to keep the smell at bay before clinging onto the toilet bowl as you threw up again.

It was going to take him by complete surprise, but you needed Taron, and you needed a pregnancy test. You debated whether to text him or call him, but you knew you didn’t have long to think this over, and you knew which you’d prefer when receiving this kind of news. It was going to be one of the strangest, most life-altering, phone calls for him to receive but, in that moment, you had no choice. You started the call and put your phone on speaker on the bathroom floor.

“Hey, I’m nearly done I’ll be home in a minute.” He answered quickly.

“Taron, wait.” You spoke weakly, suddenly unable to find the words you needed.

“What’s up?”

“Umm,” You sighed heavily. “Fuck.”

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

“No.” Your voice was so quiet. “I’m… I,”

“I’m coming straight back, hold on.” Taron was panicked.

“No.” You replied more firmly this time. “Please wait. I think I… I need you to buy me a pregnancy test.” You finally said it out loud and let the silence linger between you both. “I think I’m pregnant.”

“But I thought you- fuck! Oh my god, Y/N! Are you? Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” You were picturing the look of shock, surprise and also the joy you could hear on Taron’s face as he was now the one struggling to make any coherent noises. “I’m kinda trapped in the bathroom too, so if you could come home and move the coffee as soon as possible that would be lovely.”

“What?”

“The smell keeps making me throw up.”

“Fuck off, you’re definitely pregnant!” You could hear him beaming.

“I know.” You smiled back to yourself at his happiness.

“Wow. I can’t believe this. Ok, Taron, focus. Pregnancy test, milk, chocolate. Do you still want chocolate?”

“I have no idea!” You laughed for the first time that day. “I do want you here though, soon…”

“Yes, ok. I’m on it. I’ll be quick. I love you.” He hung up before you could say it back, so you locked your phone just to see the picture of him on the wallpaper, smiling happily back at you.

As the silence fell around you again those feelings of happiness dissipated quicker than you ever could have imagined and were suddenly replaced with ones of pure fear. You hadn’t planned on getting pregnant yet. You’d not thought anything through. You didn’t feel old enough, responsible enough, knowledgeable enough. But there was nothing you could do to stop it. It was already happening and had been for weeks. An actual child. Your child was growing inside you. Fucking hell.

Your earlier smile had faded, along with the colour in your face. Instead tears fell softly down your cheeks, highlighting the overwhelm which swirled around your whole body like a stormy sea. You’d never felt more unprepared for anything in your life, and this was it. The day when your life changed forever.

As you sat on the bathroom floor with your knees pulled up to your chest, your arms wrapped around them and your forehead lowered, eyes closed, you heard the front door open and swiftly close again. Taron’s footsteps grew louder as he bounded up the stairs with even more energy than normal and before you could look up to face him he had his arms around you and was holding you tight.

“I’m here, I’m here. It’s ok.” He comforted you instantly. “What do you need?”

“You.” You cried back, opening yourself up physically so you could get even closer to him. “I’m so scared.”

“I know, this is huge, and such a shock.” He peppered the top of your head with gentle kisses. “I’m scared too, but we can do this. I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

“I can’t believe it. I thought you were cramping and in pain earlier, not feeling rough because…”

“I should do the test to make sure.” You finally looked up into his eyes, feeling a sense of calm return to the room now that Taron was back with you. “I’m 99% certain but-”

“Do it. I completely trust you, but we need it in black and white.” He agreed as he reached up from the floor to the bathroom counter to get the test box and read the instructions. “I can’t even take this in, can you manage?” The bamboozlement on his face mirrored exactly how you felt earlier and you fully empathized, taking the box from his hand with a soft smile.

“I’ve got this. You can move the coffee before the smell gets back to me.” You nodded to the open bathroom door.

“On it. I’m going to light the sexy candle to mask the smell too so you can get out of here.”

“It’s multipurpose now!” You joked.

“Who knew!” Taron replied with a laugh as he left you to take the test.

The tension was clearly visible in his body as he sat on the end of the bed with his hands grasping one another, waiting for you to join him. You had a 3-minute wait and had put the test down on the top of the chest of drawers before sitting next to him and placing your hands over the top of his.

“I’m sorry I had to tell you like that.”

“Don’t be silly. It’s life. We can’t always have the picture-perfect moments.” He moved his hands beneath yours so he could hold them, his thumbs rubbing back and forth against your skin subconsciously. “When did you know? Have you been thinking it was a possibility for a few days?”

“Not at all. You confused me when you asked about the chocolate this morning, and I checked my app to see I was 4 days late. Then it all made sense.”

“What did?” He frowned softly.

“Feeling exhausted yesterday, things smelling different, tasting different, the light-headedness… then I smelt the coffee again and it was wild. I’ve never had anything do that to me before!”

“God, you’re really going through it already. I’m sorry.” You leaned in to rest your forehead against his and let him know that you were alright. “I still can’t understand it though; you’re on the pill. So how?”

“You didn’t pull out!” You giggled before kissing him softly.

“Not for the first time! We’ve been fine for years, is it just chance?” He kept looking at you like you had all the answers already, but in reality you were only 5 minutes ahead of him in thinking everything through.

“Chance, luck… oh shit, it was Christmas!” Your eyes widened with the realisation. “I, fuck, I missed two days over Christmas when we were at your mums. I totally forgot!”

“Babe!” Taron laughed. “You should have told me!”

“I didn’t think it would matter, half of them are placebos anyway!” You laughed with him. “God, you’re good though. I give you the smallest of windows and you’re straight in there.”

“Strong swimmers.” He announced proudly before leaning in to kiss you fully. “and lots of time for sex between Christmas and New Year.” You kissed him back and relived the memories for a moment before pulling away and firing him a warning look.

“That candle’s working too well.”

It was hard to tell if it had been 3 minutes yet, but you blew the candle out on your way to check the test. All the fear you’d felt earlier had been drowned by a new surge of excitement and happiness as you turned it over to see the results.

 “Pregnant.” You beamed as you turned the test around to face Taron, receiving his embrace and feeling your feet lift from the carpet as he held you tight. It was real. You were having a baby.

“Oh. My. Word.” He placed you down and moved his hands to the sides of your face. “This is happening. We’re going to be parents.”

[caulfixld]

HE’S ALIVEEEEEE

[ex1stenc3]

Phantasialand gang

Since I’m going to Phantasialand in July (Cologne in general,Cologne cathedral my beloved <3) as a birthday present (YIPPEE) I decided to humanize some of the rides

Funny how they are like, all serious…and then there is F.L.Y