#taron egerton one shot

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he already has my approval ~ taron egerton

word count: 4393

request?: no

description: in which her dad keeps trying to set her up with her celebrity crush, who just so happens to be playing him in a biopic

pairing: taron egerton x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two, three)

The first time I met Taron was on the red carpet for Kingsman: The Golden Circle, and it did not go as well as I had wished it would’ve.

I had seen the first movie in theaters when it came out and immediately developed a crush on Eggsy, and, in turn, on his actor Taron. When dad was offered a cameo in the sequel, I think I was more excited than he was. I begged dad basically every day to let me go to set with him, but I was in college at the time and neither of my dads would let me miss that much time to travel just to meet my celebrity crush. It felt unfair at the time, but they had a point in the long run.

When the day of the premiere came around, dad took me as his plus one to the red carpet. I was buzzing with excitement the entire day as dad’s stylists came in to help us get ready for the night, but the minute our ride pulled up to the red carpet my excitement turned to nervousness. There was no reason for me to be so nervous. I had been to huge events like this before, and of course I had met famous people plenty of times. But there was something about meeting my actual celebrity crush that made me feel like a high schooler who was about to go on her first date.

Dad introduced me to Taron, because of course he did. Fatherhood never changed who dad was, and he was shithead, cocky, lived to tease everyone in his life Elton John. I always knew it was a bad idea to tell dad about my crush on Taron, but I never regretted it more than when I heard him shout across the red carpet, “Taron, darling, come here!”

He looked like the most handsome man in the entire world dressed in his suit, his smile lighting up his face as he approached us. That moment was when I realized he was real. He wasn’t just a character on my screen; he was an actual real person. And now he was stood in front of me. So close that I could smell his cologne, and boy, did it ever smell good.

“Taron, I want you to meet my daughter (Y/N),” dad said, gesturing to me. I was still in such awe by his beauty that I almost forgot who I even was.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/N),” Taron said as he shook my hand. “Elton has spoke very highly of you.”

My brain was definitely short circuiting. Hearing him say my name was one thing, but then for him to also say that he’s heard a lot about me from dad also contributed to it. When I realized I was just stood there staring at him like an idiot, I felt embarrassment wash over me. I tried to force myself to say something, but it was like I completely forgot how to speak English.

“She’s a little shy because she has a crush on you.”

I turned to look at dad in disbelief. If there was a higher power, They would do me a favor and open up the floor to swallow me whole and take me away from this entire situation.

I made my escape before Taron could say anything. I turned away from the two of them and walked away as quickly as possible.

The memory haunted my nightmares for a while afterwards. Even after I managed to forget about it for the most part, the intrusive thought would pop into my mind from time to time just to make me cringe. I could barley ever watch Taron’s movies anymore without thinking about that moment, which was hard since I still had such a big crush on him.

A year later, I was on set with dad and papa for the movie papa was producing about dad. Papa was so excited, as he was making the movie as a gift to dad. Papa had complete creative freedom and dad was able to give as much input as he wanted. When filming started, the two of them wanted to bring me, Zachary, and Elijah on set to watch some of the filming. They hadn’t told me much about the movie just yet, but papa’s excitement was contagious enough that I was feeling it, too.

“We’re filming the Troubadour scene today,” papa was telling us. “Full 70s aesthetic. You guys are gonna feel like you were really there to see your dad’s first ever solo performance.”

“Do I get any 70s outfits once you guys are done filming?” I asked.

“Darling, you know we have a closet full of all my favorite outfits from those days,” dad said. “You’re free to go through it as you please. It’ll be the real deal, not some cheaply made replicas.”

“Hey! You’re the one who approved of Taron’s wardrobe!” papa said with a chuckle.

The mention of his name made me stop in my tracks. “Wait...whose wardrobe?”

Both of them looked at me, confused by my reaction. “Taron, honey,” papa said. “That’s who’s playing dad in the movie. You didn’t know that?”

Memories from the year before came rushing back. I could not see him again or else I may just turn into an embarrassment puddle at his feet. I especially couldn’t be here with dad and have a potential repeat of the situation.

As if reading my thoughts, dad walked up to me and gently took my hand in his. “Honey, it’s been a year. He’s not going to remember.”

“But what if he does?” I asked. “God, he probably thinks I’m crazy after our first encounter. I can’t watch the filming.”

“Hey, hey, calm down sweetheart,” papa said. “You’re working yourself up. It’s okay. If you feel uncomfortable you don’t have to watch, but I don’t think it’ll be as bad as you’re expecting.”

I took a couple deep breaths to calm myself down. I wanted to be there and support both of my dads on this project they were both so excited over. I knew they were right and Taron likely didn’t even remember our first encounter, but I still couldn’t shake this pre-embarrassment feeling about seeing him again.

I sucked it up and followed them to the Troubadour set. There were many extras dressed in 70s clothes standing around the stage. The general murmur of the crowd turned into an excited one as people began to notice dad walking onto the set. I couldn’t see Taron anywhere, but I did recognize Richard Madden talking to the movie’s director, Dex Fletcher. Zachary was tightly holding my hand, trying to hide behind me. I knew the crowd was likely making him nervous, so I squeezed his hand and picked him up.

“Lead actor walking the set!”

I felt my body tense as everyone turned to see Taron taking the stage. He was wearing a pair of white overalls and a navy blue shirt with silver stars. He had on a wig that looked like dad’s hair from this time period and a pair of thick framed glasses that matched his overalls. He looked really good, even if he was dressed as my dad.

It took my brain a moment to register that he was walking towards us. I felt the panic return, but I tried my best to play it cool.

“It’s like looking in a mirror,” dad said as he embraced Taron. “I still have this outfit I’m pretty sure. I was just telling (Y/N) that I still have all my favorite outfits back home going all the way back to this very first performance.”

At the mention of my name, Taron’s eyes landed on me. I tried not to crumple under his gaze, and kept the smile on my face.

“Hey,” Taron said. “Good to see you again.”

“Good to see you, too,” I said, surprisingly myself with how confident i sounded.

“Who is this little guy?” Taron asked, referring to Zachary. The young boy buried his face in my neck, peaking one eye up at Taron.

“This is Zachary,” I said. “Z, this is Taron. Doesn’t he look like daddy?”

Taron struck a pose for Zachary, who seemed to warm up slightly but not a lot.

“What do you think, Elijah?” papa asked the youngest boy. “Do you think Taron looks like daddy?”

Elijah shook his head. “Daddy is old!”

We burst out into laughter as dad gave Elijah a mocked offended look. Elijah squealed as dad picked him up and began tickling his sides. Zachary was still a bit hesitant, but I could feel his body shaking as he chuckled in my arms.

“Come on, Rocket Man, we gotta start filming,” Dex called to Taron.

Taron made his way onto the set stage. Quiet was called and a hush fell over the room. The minute Dex called action, music filled the silence. One of dad’s songs, his least favorite yet one of his most popular ones, began to play. Except it wasn’t dad singing it, it was Taron’s voice. I was a little shocked to hear him singing instead of there being a backing track of dad’s music, but I had to admit he was an amazing singer. It was a fantastic choice they made. His singing voice was amazing and it made the movie have more of a fantastical musical vibe, instead of just a movie with dad’s voice dubbed over for the music.

I tried to get Zachary out of his shell more by dancing with him while the music was playing. We were not strangers to dad’s music. The three of us had seen dad perform on numerous occasions. I figured the familiarity of the music, plus the goofy dancing would definitely help with his nervousness. And I was right for the most part; Zachary came out of his nervous cocoon eventually and started dancing with me. By the time Dex called cut on the scene, Zachary felt comfortable enough to be put back down on to the floor and followed dad and papa to meet Jamie Bell, who was playing Uncle Bernie.

“Seems he enjoyed the show.”

I jumped at the sound of Taron’s voice so suddenly. He was laughing at my reaction as I turned back to him, my heart beating a million beats per second just having him so close to me.

“I think he just needed some time to warm up to being around so many people,” I said. “Usually when we go to dad’s shows we’re in a special VIP area where it’s just the three of us and papa, so he’s not used to so many people and so much attention being on him.”

“I get that. He’s only young. Doesn’t fully understand how well loved his dad is.”

“I don’t think I even fully understand it, and I’m in my mid 20s,” I said.

Taron chuckled and I couldn’t help but smile too. The realization of his realness was starting to wash over me again. He was actually here, stood in front of me, talking to me. He was a real person!

“Listen,” Taron said, “I wanted to talk about the first time we met.”

I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I tried not to let my embarrassment show too much. Maybe if I pretended I didn’t even remember, we could just move on from the entire situation and pretend like it never happened.

“I’m sorry it went the way that it did,” he continued. “I know you were embarrassed about what your dad said. I know Elton meant no harm, and he was just trying to tease you because...well, he’s Elton John, but it really wasn’t fair of him to say that to me when we were first meeting. I could tell by your face that that wasn’t exactly the way you wanted our first meeting to go.”

I was a little surprised by what he was saying. I don’t know why I was expecting for him to say something that would make the situation worse, like maybe calling me out on my crush and saying something about it. He seemed like a really nice guy, not the type to make someone feel bad. But I guess, after having an entire year to let that embarrassing moment stew, I just expected the worst if I ever met him again.

“I appreciate you saying that,” I said. “It definitely was not the way I wanted to meet the guy I had such a big crush on. I think dad expects stuff like that to wash over me like water off a duck’s back because of who he is and how many famous people I’ve met and am close to, but his status never makes those types of interactions easier. Again, especially when meeting someone that I was crushing so hard on.”

Taron was giving me a look that I wasn’t sure how to read at first. “Was?”

My brows furrowed together. “Hmm?”

“You said ‘someone I was crushing on’. As in you’re not anymore?”

I wasn’t sure why that was the part he was focusing on. I opened my mouth to respond, but Dex called to Taron again. Taron looked at me and winked behind the thick framed glasses before making his way back to set to start filming again. And it was with that wink that I could not handle anymore and finally had to sit myself down.

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I kept coming to set the next few weeks. At first it was only one day out of the week for a couple of hours, but soon enough I was tagging along with dad and papa every day. I tried to tell them it was because I was enjoying watching the movie being filmed, and getting to relive these big moments with dad, but they both knew that wasn’t the truth. They knew I was going because I wanted to see Taron.

We had gotten to talking a lot in between takes when I was on set. About everything and anything really. It started with just getting to know each other, but eventually it blossomed into talking about whatever was on our minds. Sometimes it was about the movie, sometimes it wasn’t. Either way, we just got to know one another. And eventually, my “celebrity crush” became a real one.

I knew my dads could see what was going on, but they didn’t bring it up. I figured that was mostly because of how my first interaction with Taron went and dad didn’t want to risk embarrassing me like that again. Which, I did appreciate. I felt like a friendship was being built with Taron and I didn’t want that to be risked with fatherly embarrassment to the extreme, even though I knew that wasn’t dad’s intentions.

One day, we walked on set and I was surprised to see Taron was nowhere in sight. Instead, we walked into a setup that looked like great grandma Ivy’s apartment that I had seen in plenty of dad’s baby pictures. There were three different actors than normal on set, one I recognized as Bryce Dallas Howard and one young boy I recognized to be dressed up the way dad had been when he was that age. I realized pretty quickly that today was probably mostly shooting scenes of flashbacks from dad’s childhood, which caused me to feel disappointed realizing that I likely wouldn’t be seeing Taron today.

I was sat in my usual seat (because yes, I had visited so often that I was given a seat with my name on it) watching the set up for the scene when dad came over and sat next to me, dramatically sighing as his body settled into the chair.

“These old bones can hardly sit down anymore,” he said.

I smiled at him. “Oh, please. You’re hardly that old, dad. Besides, we both know that after everything you’ve gone through, you’re going to outlive us all.”

“A man can only hope.” We laughed together. Dad put an arm around my shoulder and leaned into me. “Taron’s in his trailer, you know.”

“Oh?” I said, hoping I didn’t seem as excited by this information as I was. “He’s filming later on then?”

“Yeah, way later on this evening. David said that Taron showed up way earlier than he needed to claiming that he thought his call time was this morning, not this evening.” I raised an eyebrow at him, silently telling him to say whatever it was he was trying to say. “I don’t think that was the case, though.”

“Clearly.”

“I think he came here early hoping to see you.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “I think you’re being a little ambitious there dad.”

“About as ambitious as I would be to say that you show up every day so you can see him, too?” When I didn’t respond to that, dad just laughed. “I see things, (Y/N). My eyes may be old, but they can still see things that no one else sees.”

“And what is it that you see with me and Taron?”

“I see a young man who is enamored by a young woman, and a young woman who feels the same way. I also see two cowards who are too afraid to confess their feelings to one another.”

I playfully nudged him with my elbow, to which he dramatically clutched his stomach and acted like I had shot him or something.

“I’m not saying that Taron feels anything for me,” I said, “because I don’t think he does. I think he’s just being friendly with someone that he considers to be a friend. But, if what you’re saying is right and he does have romantic interest in me, maybe the reason why he won’t admit it is because he’s too afraid to? I mean, my dad is Elton John after all. That’s a pretty big name to have as a potential father-in-law.”

“Hey now, I didn’t say anything about marrying you off to the man.” I smiled and shook my head. This really was just an every day thing with dad. He loved being a father, but I think he loved being a nuisance more than that. Papa always warned him he would regret that when Zachary, Elijah, and I started to pick up on his habits. “But both of you know that Taron has my approval if he does want to pursue you romantically. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have even been cast in this movie!”

“You cast him because he’s a good actor!”

“Oh, that was only part of it. The other part was so that you two could have a do-over with your meeting, since I ruined the last one.”

I put my head on dad’s shoulder. “You didn’t ruin it. You just embarrassed me beyond belief, but that’s what a father does.”

Dad gave me a small squeeze before pulling me away from him. “Go to his trailer. Have a few moments alone.”

“Give you a few grandkids?”

He pushed me away, which caused me to laugh hysterically.

“Darling, I may be old but I am certainly not that old,” he said. “And, again, I said I approve of him. Not that you two need to get married and pop out babies right away. Go on a few dates first, for the love of God.”

I stood from my chair, still laughing. Dad tried to glare at me, but he couldn’t. This was just our relationship.

I made my way out of the set before they started filming so that I wouldn’t be disrupting anything. All the trailers were grouped together in the lot, luckily with signs on them to label what or whose trailer they were. Taron’s was the furthest on the lot, with a theatrical gold star stuck to the door with his name on it. Part of me figured this was dad’s doing, but the other part of me would believe that it was Dex’s doing, too. Papa truly couldn’t have chosen a better director to capture dad’s personality and aesthetic than Dex.

My heart was pounding so loud that I thought Taron would hear it before I even knocked. I took a deep breath and pushed myself to knock before I got too nervous and ran away instead. There was a brief rustling in the trailer before the door opened, revealing Taron in a pair of black and gold hot pants, a gold jacket that was left unzipped so I could see his entire torso and chest, and heeled shoes with gold tips and gold wings on the side. I wasn’t sure where to look first. My eyes naturally lingered on his chest, his coarse chest hair a welcoming sight, but I couldn’t help but glance lower at his thighs in those hot pants, too. Not to mention the bulge -

“Shit,” Taron breathed, a panicked look in his eyes. “Sorry, uh, I didn’t expect...I thought it might’ve been someone from the set. I’m just...uh...”

“In costume, I would assume,” I said, trying to pretend like I was looking at his shoes and not another area lower on his body.

“Yeah,” he said. His face was starting to turn bright read. “It’s for a scene later on...way later on. I’m - I was early today, so they already put me through costume and makeup.” He cleared his throat and ran his hands through his hair. “Do you, um, do you want to come in?”

I nodded, unsure if I could even form any words. He stepped aside to let me into his trailer. He still looked flustered by my sudden appearance, which I thought was cute.

“Don’t be sorry, by the way,” I told him. “I don’t mind this eye full that I’m getting. Quite the opposite, really.”

That only made him more flustered, and I couldn’t help but smirk at that reaction.

“You’re a lot like your dad,” he commented. “He said something similar while we were filming Kingsman a few years ago.”

“We Furnish-Johns have good taste in men.”

I sat down on the couch of his trailer and he sat across from me. I tried not to be too obvious with my gawking, but it was hard not to look at him. God, was he ever attractive. And here he was, sat next to me, practically naked, and all flustered because I had caught him this way. I felt like I should be feeling a similar way, but knowing that I was the one who had made him feel that way just made me feel so cocky instead.

“I didn’t think you were on set today,” I told him. “I showed up and didn’t see you or Jamie or Richard.”

“We’re filming a couple smaller scenes later on to end the day. Dex wanted to film all of the flashback shots of your dad before he was Elton John today, just to get that out of the way.”

“You got here really early for that. It’s not even noon, and your scenes are this evening papa said.”

Taron shrugged. “I got the wrong call time.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “By over 12 hours?”

He shrugged again, but didn’t offer any further explanation.

I took a deep breath, once again willing that cockiness to stay long enough so that I could say what I wanted to say without losing my nerve. “Remember the first day on set where we talked about the first time we met, and you made a point of asking me about my crush on you.”

Taron nodded. “Yeah. You made it seem like you didn’t feel that way anymore.”

“Yeah, I did. Because I thought I would scare you away if I admitted that I did still like you that way.” I was moving towards him now, closing the already smaller space between us. “That I do still like you that way, if you get what I’m saying.”

We were so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He was looking down at me in a way that I could only ever dream of having Taron Egerton look at me like. It was like the movies I had seen him in, except this was real life and the person he was looking at was actually me.

“I think I understand,” he said. “But just in case, is it okay if I do an experiment just to be sure?”

I giggled. “Yeah, that’s okay.”

He placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head back until I was looking up at him. He leaned forward at an agonizing pace before his lips finally pressed against mine. It felt like the entire world around us paused in that moment. I had to restrain myself from getting onto his lap and deepening the kiss, even though I wanted to so badly. I wanted to spend the next few hours in this trailer with him, not even letting him leave to go film. I wanted to be tangled up with him and never let him go ever again.

The kiss ended far too soon. When Taron pulled away, I tried to chase his lips to pull him back to me. He chuckled at my eagerness, allowing his lips to press against mine for a quick peck.

“Let me take you out before we get too hot and heavy,” he told me. “I want to take you on a proper date.”

“I guess we should do that before I jump your bones,” I teased. “But you do still have quite some time till your call time. If you’d like company while you wait, I wouldn’t mind staying here with you for a while. Especially if you’re going to be dressed like that the whole time.”

Taron’s face turned red again as he looked down at himself, almost like he forgot what he had been wearing. “Might be too tempting for you.”

“It definitely will be. But I will respect your virtue and not try to deflower you in your trailer.”

He buried his face in his hands. “Oh my God! What have I gotten myself into here?”

“Something pretty great, if you ask me.”

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About me!

Hi! I'm Zoë and I'm many, many things. Sometimes people ask me how I do it all and the truth is, I just love making stuff more than anything in the world!

First and foremost, I'm an independent filmmaker (of the writer/director variety) :

I've made a whole bunch of short films (We Are Bleach (2022, 23 min.), Inevitability (2021, 23 min.), Please Be Kind (2024, 4 min), etc.). These films have been on the festival circuit and have won a lot of awards and I'm really, really, really proud of that (like everyone else on tumblr, I did not win anything growing up lol). I've also written a bunch of feature screenplays that have won a lot of awards as well, including Top 10 in Francis Ford Coppola's American Zoetrope (that's my favorite because everything about Mr. Coppola inspires me and I genuinely can't believe this happened for me). I have three features currently in development, so if you're interested in getting involved in producing an epic debut feature, get in touch with me :) my projects are The Weather Just Got Sexy, Hanging Gardens of the Sea and Sky, and My World At Night.

I'm also a singer/songwriter --

--mainly doing old-school rock music but I hate being pigeonholed into a single genre. So far, I have out a punk song called Platonic Fun, a disco/alt rock song called Free, an rnb/soul/alt rock song called I Want My Time With You, and a 50s lounge jazz/soft bop song called I Adore You. I'll be coming out with my first album soon! All my songs are on Spotify, Apple Music, Tidal, Youtube, whatever you use. Here's a music video for my song Free and here's the last live set I played in London shot by Lou Smith :)

Obviously, this page is mainly about my visual art,

which is how I got started. I went to uni in Japan at Kyoto Seika University where I studied writing and drawing manga in Japanese! I also used to run the now defunct but still I am told iconic tumblr blog from the heyday of this site, fehyesvintagemanga

As an artist, I sometimes write and draw comics still when the mood strikes me - now they're kind of a hybrid between manga and western comics like this. Some of my favorite manga I wrote in Japanese are up on my site as well like this BL manga about two designers and a llama from the moon, or this one where I reimagined The Breakfast Club to be about what are essentially yandere weeaboos.

I make a lot of fine art at this point and there's a ton of it on my website. For instance, this larger than life watercolor of Taron Egerton and Hugh Jackman covered in Japanese and Chinese song lyrics. Or this series of watercolor/mixed media pieces inspired by (mainly) British films and comedy and also Doctor Zhivago.

I LOVE doing b&w art that lives in the borderland between illustration and fine art that could go either way depending on context like this.

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my specialty is portraits and fashion. Here are some cool photos I've taken this year. And here are some more!

If you want to buy something/hire me...

I'm based between Paris and London and I'm always happy to sell originals or prints, so let me know if there's something you like :) I'm also open to commissions - come at me with your budget and I'll see what I can do. And, of course, that goes for photography sessions as well! This is my print shop which I'll be adding to regularly This is my new music Instagram for anyone who's still on Insta and I'm actually on TikTok too My hp My production company's hp My photography website

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The best and worst films of 2023, so far

Updated 1 day ago  |  By Shelby Weimer

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

1 of 20

Best: 'Spiderman: Across the Spider-Verse'

Sony Pictures

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

2 of 20

Best: 'Oppenheimer'

Universal Pictures

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

3 of 20

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

Disney

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

4 of 20

Best: 'John Wick: Chapter 4'

Lionsgate Films

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

5 of 20

Best: 'Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem'

Paramount Pictures

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

6 of 20

Best: 'Barbie'

Warner Bros.

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

7 of 20

Best: 'BlackBerry'

Elevation Pictures

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

8 of 20

Best: 'Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves'

Paramount Pictures

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

9 of 20

Best: 'Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny'

Disney

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

10 of 20

Best: 'No Hard Feelings'

Sony Pictures

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

11 of 20

Worst: 'Ghosted'

Apple TV+

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

12 of 20

Worst: 'Fast X'

Universal Pictures

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

13 of 20

Worst: 'Your Place Or Mine'

Netflix

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

14 of 20

Worst: 'You People'

Netflix

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

15 of 20

Worst: 'Hypnotic'

Relativity Media

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

16 of 20

Worst: '65'

Sony

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

17 of 20

Worst: 'Magic Mike's Last Dance'

Warner Bros.

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

18 of 20

Worst: 'House Party'

Warner Bros.

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

19 of 20

Worst: 'Knights of the Zodiac'

Sony

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

20 of 20

Worst: 'Winnie the Pooh: Blood and Honey'

Altitude Film Distribution

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

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[tomorrowedblog]

Friday Releases for March 31

Friday is the busiest day of the week for new releases, so we've decided to collect them all in one place. Friday Releases for March 31 include Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, Tetris, Murder Mystery 2, and more.

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, the new movie from John Francis Daley and Jonathan Goldstein, is out today.

A charming thief and a band of unlikely adventurers undertake an epic heist to retrieve a lost relic, but things go dangerously awry when they run afoul of the wrong people.

Tetris

Tetris, the new movie from Jon S. Baird, is out today.

The game you couldn’t put down, the story you couldn’t make up.

Taron Egerton stars in a new Apple Original Film inspired by the true story of how one man risked his life to outsmart the KGB and turn Tetris into a worldwide sensation.

Murder Mystery 2

Murder Mystery 2, the new movie from Jeremy Garelick, is out today.

Four years after solving their first murder mystery, Nick and Audrey Spitz (Adam Sandler, Jennifer Aniston) are now full-time detectives struggling to get their private eye agency off the ground when they’re invited to celebrate the wedding of their friend the Maharaja (Adeel Akhtar) on his private island. But trouble follows the Spitzes again when the groom is kidnapped for ransom soon after the festivities begin — making each glamorous guest, family member, and the bride herself a suspect. MURDER MYSTERY 2 sends Nick and Audrey Spitz on a high-stakes case that finally gives them everything they’ve ever dreamed of: a shot at their detective agency finally becoming successful… and their long-awaited trip to Paris.

Rye Lane

Rye Lane, the new movie from Raine Allen-Miller, is out today.

Yas (Vivian Oparah) and Dom (David Jonsson), two twenty-somethings both reeling from bad break-ups, connect over the course of an eventful day in South London - helping each other deal with their nightmare exes, and potentially restoring their faith in romance.

Kill Boksoon

Kill Boksoon, the new movie from Sung-hyun Byun, is out today.

At work, she’s a renowned assassin. At home, she’s a single mom to a teenage daughter. Killing? That’s easy. It’s parenting that’s the hard part.

Space Oddity

Space Oddity, the new movie from Kyra Sedgwick, is out today.

When Alex gives up on earth and decides to leave it all behind for a one-way mission to Mars, an unexpected romance forces him to choose between an uncertain journey to the stars or an even more uncertain journey of the heart.

A Thousand And One

A Thousand And One, the new movie from A.V. Rockwell, is out today.

A THOUSAND AND ONE follows unapologetic and free-spirited Inez (Teyana Taylor), who kidnaps her six-year-old son Terry from the foster care system. Holding onto their secret and each other, mother and son set out to reclaim their sense of home, identity, and stability, in a rapidly changing New York City.

BAIT

BAIT, the new movie from Mark Jenkin, is out today.

Martin Ward is a cove fisherman, without a boat. His brother Steven has repurposed their father’s vessel as a tourist tripper, driving a wedge between the brothers. With their childhood home now a get-away for London money, Martin is displaced to the estate above the picturesque harbor.

Smoking Causes Coughing

Smoking Causes Coughing, the new movie from Quentin Dupieux, is out today.

SMOKING CAUSES COUGHING follows the misadventures of a team of five superheroes known as the Tobacco Force - Benzene (Gilles Lellouche), Nicotine (Anaïs Demoustier), Methanol (Vincent Lacoste), Mercury (Jean-Pascal Zadi), and Ammonia (Oulaya Amamra). After a devastating battle against a diabolical giant turtle, the Tobacco Force is sent on a mandatory week-long retreat to strengthen their decaying group cohesion. Their sojourn goes wonderfully well until Lézardin, Emperor of Evil, decides to annihilate planet Earth.

The Power

The Power, the new TV series from Raelle Tucker, Naomi Alderman, and Sarah Quintrell, is out today.

The world of The Power is our world, but for one twist of nature. Suddenly, and without warning, teenage girls develop the power to electrocute people at will. The Power follows a cast of remarkable characters from London to Seattle, Nigeria to Eastern Europe, as the Power evolves from a tingle in teenagers’ collarbones to a complete reversal of the power balance of the world.

Troublemaker

Troublemaker, the new game from Gamecom Team and Freedom Games, is out today.

Grab a backpack, boxing tape, and focus on what high school is all about: Beating the ever loving crap out of one another! Troublemaker blends favorite action-adventure-beat-'em-up elements from the strongest traditions in the genre.

Call Me If You Get Lost: The Estate Sale

Call Me If You Get Lost: The Estate Sale, the new album from Tyler, The Creator, is out today.

The Great Escape

The Great Escape, the new album from Larry June and The Alchemist, is out today.

I’M REALLY LIKE THAT

I’M REALLY LIKE THAT, the new album from DJ Drama, is out today.

[taronfanfic]

American Boy

You snapped a photo of the front of the house as you stepped out from your Uber and sent it to Taron with a simple ‘?’ caption before grabbing your suitcase and thanking your driver.

Make yourself at home

Came the reply, quickly followed by two more messages.

I’ll be back as soon as I can.

Not sure exactly when though.

The house was modest to say the least. Small, cosy, and very private. It had a little courtyard garden with high walls covered in ivy, plenty of potted plants, and a bistro table and chairs in the corner which caught the last of the evening sunshine. It really was a home-from-home and you could see exactly why Taron had chosen it as his base for the 6-month long shoot. You could see yourself becoming attached to it too and not wanting to leave. Or maybe it was Taron you were desperate to not leave again, and you were projecting feelings onto a building instead. Best not to overthink it. The eight weeks of being apart had given you more than enough time for that as it was. You missed him like mad.

Can’t wait to see you. Hug you. Kiss you. Fuck you. X

In that order?

Preferably, but you know I’m not fussy. Wouldn’t say no to a blindfold either if you want to go down that path…

Behave!

Urrghhh.

Don’t take that to mean I don’t have plans for you.

Because I definitely do!

Then hurry up!

I love it when you’re desperate.

It’s been 8 weeks, desperate is an understatement.

The rush of texts fell silent as Taron’s break on set ended. It was a now familiar pattern. Waves of excitement, adrenaline and typing out replies as fast as you could without really thinking about filtering anything, followed by a sudden silence and the chance to take a breath. You’d talked about it on the phone with him one night. Said how it reminded you of the way he’d edge you. Get you right there and then pull away completely with his hands in the air and that cocky smirk on his face. He laughed down the phone at you but then apologised sincerely and explained how he didn’t mean to be a tease. The apology wasn’t needed though; you loved every second of it and the excitement kept your days of waiting more bearable. You only had a few more hours to go now. Your suitcase was unpacked. You’d rummaged through the fridge and smiled to yourself as you clocked the ingredients for your favourite seafood linguini, something which was obviously part of Taron’s plan for the days ahead, and then shrugged to yourself as you picked up the bottle of white wine and poured a large glass, hoping that it wasn’t essential to the recipe.

Before long you were half-way through the bottle, slumped down in the cushions of the sofa with your feet up on the table in the centre of the small living space thumbing through the multicoloured tabs of highlighted paper. It was easily the longest script Taron had ever had. None of the notes for his accent work made much sense to you, but you found yourself stopping to read the one page which was almost entirely black and white with stage directions. Naked. Thrusting. Panting. Arse-grabbing. Who knew script writers were this detailed with sex scenes?

“Honey, I’m home!” rang through the doorway in a familiar voice but unfamiliar accent as Taron stepped inside. You found yourself mirroring his grin as you thew his script over to the table without taking your eyes away from him. His shoulders were so broad that his grey t-shirt clung to him differently. It tightly cuffed his biceps which were much bigger and more defined than when he’d left London.

“Wow.” You spoke quietly to yourself, slowly getting to your feet and walking in to receive his warm and tight embrace. “You’re fucking huge.” You weren’t usually the ego stroking type, but you knew how hard he’d been working to get in this shape. It needed appreciating, he needed admiring, and you were absolutely the first in line for the job.

“Yeah, you like it?” He smirked with so much arrogance that you knew he was still playing up to his character. “It’s all for you, baby.” The new accent remained, and you found the corners of your mouth turning up that bit higher as you took it all in, tilting your head to one side as you felt Taron’s lips press firmly to your neck. It drew a calming sigh out of you. Your fingers danced up the back of his neck, encouraging him to greet your lips. They were soft and familiar. Everything you’d been craving each night before you closed your eyes and as soon as you woke up. Your kiss was long, initially gentle and loving, but a slip of your tongue and a graze of his lower lip gave away your impatient desires.

“God, I’ve missed you.” Your arms remained wrapped around his shoulders as you gazed into his eyes and left a sweet kiss on his still pouted lips.

“I’ve missed you more. You’re so gorgeous.” He slipped back into his British tone but immediately started to mirror your frown. “What?”

“I was liking that accent.”

“Really?”

“Mmmm, it goes well with all of this.” You ran your hands up and down his chest and could feel the firmness of the top of his abs. “I was just reading the start of your script too… quite fancy a bit of the fast car driving, drug dealing, gun carrying bad boy who fucks girls on his sofa butt naked.”

“Fucking hell, you’re horny.” He tried to roll his eyes at you, but the rest of his body let you know you’d just turned him on. His hands had lowered from your waist to your arse and pulled you in tighter to his hips. His mouth was softly open, his pupils darker, and you could feel his heart beating faster in his chest against the palm of your hand.

“Can you blame me? Look at you!” You teased him by inching closer to his lips but holding back your kiss. “So can I have my American boy back, please?” He couldn’t resist you and gave you a deep kiss in reply.

“You know I’ll do anything for you. Plus I kinda still need the practice.” He slipped back into it with ease and had you grinning. “Maybe there’s something else we can practice too…”

“Oh yeah?” You played innocent.

“We shoot it at the end of the week, and it’s a been a while since I-”

“Since you what?” His cheeks flushed crimson as you continued to tease and flirt with him, making him say it out loud despite knowing exactly what he was thinking.

“Since I had you bent over taking it from behind!” He slapped your arse cheekily as he found his cockiness returning. “and you’re clearly desperate for it having read page 17.”

“Page 17? Should I be praising your dedication to memorising your script that you’ve even got the page numbers down, or concerned by how many times you’ve read that page specifically in preparation?” His lack of verbal response told you everything you needed to know, but you couldn’t be annoyed when he looked so fucking gorgeous. It was hard to draw your eyes away from his, even with the offer of sex hanging so closely in the air.

“I’ve been imagining it’s you.” His tone was lower now. “We have a couch and I can be naked in less than 30 seconds, plus I’ve really missed your ass.” The American words slipping into his vocabulary were only adding to his allure and your desires.

“Now who’s the desperate one… come on then, I’m here and I’m all yours.” You held your arms up from his chest, physically surrendering yourself to his touch, strength and total control. His grin was wicked as his fingers gripped the hem of your top and pulled it swiftly up your torso and over your head. You watched his eyes scan over your chest, only losing focus for a split second when his own t-shirt blocked his view on its way off his body. Every single inch of him was toned to perfection. Your very own Michelangelo stripping naked before you, and you couldn’t believe your luck.

“One look at me and you’re already wet, I can tell.” He was down to his boxers, and you were now rushing to keep up, spotting him grabbing his semi from the corner of your eye as you kicked your loungewear to the side.

“It’s a good job we’re doing this doggy because I wouldn’t last 30 seconds if I could see the damage you were doing to me too.”

“We’ll test that out later.” Taron winked. “Now come back here.”

His fingers nestled in the back of your hair as he kissed you. The sparks started to fly deep down in your stomach as your tongues met over and over again. It had been way too long since you shared this intimacy. The heat between you was rising. Touching, caressing, kissing, licking. All instinctive. Taron’s hand slid between your thighs, softly teasing one of your most sensitive spots and drawing out a sweet moan against his earlobe. Your knickers were already damp for him, and he could feel it. He loved it. He stroked you harder because of it.

“T, fuck.” There was no way you could stop your body from curling into his with his touch. One arm draped around his shoulders, the other clinging to the back of his head as you firmly kissed his neck.

“God, you’re so ready for me.”

“I need you.”

“So. Fucking. Hot.” He swore under his breath, one word at a time to match his steps as he backed you across to the sofa. You felt your bra strap come undone as he pinched the fabric together behind your back. It didn’t take long to shimmy free of your underwear and pull Taron’s boxers down from his hips as you perched naked on the edge of the sofa. His erection was right there and waiting for you. If he felt anything like you did after the long time apart he’d go off quicker than a loaded gun so you started with a slow and light touch, looking up at his face to see him watching you intently.

“Don’t look at me like that already. I need you to last!” You warned him before teasing your tongue over his end and then up the full length of his shaft.

“I can take it. Go on.” He encouraged down at you, stroking his hands through the top of your hair and pushing you in to take him deeply. You worked smoothly and quickly, holding him in place as you bobbed, sucked, teased, and started to taste him. “Yes, y/n, yes!” Your eyes shot back up to his face at the sound of your name in his American accent and he smirked knowingly. It was one of the sexiest things he’d done. It left you gagging for a second as you lost concentration, so you pulled back completely to compose yourself. “Shit, you okay? I shouldn’t have gone that far that fast, I’m sorry.” Taron immediately crouched down to check on you and you could only smile at his concern as he softly kissed your forehead.

“I’m good, I’m good. Honest. You saying my name like that though… fuck me that was hot!” You admitted. “Do it again?”

“I love you, y/n.” He smiled widely.

“Nah, not the same that time.” You got back to teasing him, scrunching your nose up with a cheeky look of disappointment and he was on you in a flash.

“You’re such a fucking tease.” Taron silenced your giggles with his lips, pinning you down against the cushions as he moved himself between your open legs. He could support his own weight through one arm with ease, leaving the other to roam freely up and down your body. Soft touches warmed your inner thighs, a stronger grip of your hip landed when he kissed you roughly and when he kneaded your breast you let out a moan which was heavenly to his ears. He guided himself inside you and your back arched up, allowing your chests to touch as you revelled at feeling him right there again.

“I’ve missed you.” You couldn’t hold back your thoughts.

“So much.” He added. “But this was meant to be doggy, and I’m really not going to last so we need to move.” You tried to kiss him again but failed from smiling too widely at how ridiculous this had all become.

“Just go hard and fast. We’ll both come, and then we can calm down, curl up together and be soppy twats, yeah?”

“Absolutely.” He couldn’t shake the smile from his face as he guided you into place, handing you a larger cushion to place beneath your chest for support and then steadying himself behind you. “I’ve been picturing this for weeks.”

Taron’s hands caressed down the bare skin of your back, out to your hips and back in over your arse before he entered you again. He was smooth and steady with his thrusts. You found yourself biting your lower lip as you rocked forward with his force. All your pent-up desires were finally being satisfied and it felt even better than you remembered. A short grunt came from Taron as he lifted his leg up to the sofa, his hand grabbing firmly against your hip and his own thrusts quickening. It was animalistic. The sound of skin slapping against skin. Your groans low, breaths heavy, concentration focused entirely on the build up to your releases.

“Ah, fuck.” Taron finally swore from behind you. “So good.”

“Go harder.” You responded before dropping your head back down and closing your eyes with the pleasure.

“I won’t last.” He panted back.

“Just do it!”

“Fuck.” He released your hip from his tight grip so he could firmly slap your cheek and give you that little bit extra you needed. It elicited a cry of delight from your lips and you knew you were so close to the edge. He kept it right there for you, never slowing down, just hammering in again and again and again.

“Yes, yes, oh yes! Fuck!” You carried him up with you, tightly gripping the back of the sofa as your orgasm hit and sent pulses of joy rushing through your entire body.

“Now. Shit, right now.” His teeth were gritted as he sucked in a deep breath and then came with a stuttering rhythm to his thrusts. He could feel you enjoying every second of him and there was nothing he loved more.

You each took a moment to relax and catch your breath, your smiles still wide, bodies finally satisfied. Taron was first to move, collapsing down next to you and reaching up to softly stroke along your back.

“You good?” He dropped his American accent again, but you weren’t going to complain this time.

“Mmmhm. That was exactly what I was craving. You.”

“Me.”

“Every single chiselled inch of you.” You let your fingertips dance over his stomach as you nestled down into his side peacefully.

“It won’t last I’m afraid.”

“Shhh. Let me enjoy it whilst it’s here.” You drew a soft giggle from him before he kissed the top of your head.

“That’s what I’m thinking about you. You’ll be gone again before I know it.”

“Maybe. Maybe not…”

You looked up into his eyes and knew instantly that you’d be staying with him for much longer than you’d planned.

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Requests:  How about Taron and the actress planning/discussing the sex scene ahead of time and things get heated

And Taron keeps speaking in the American accent after work so that he doesn’t lose it…. His gf comes to visit him in New Orleans and they try it out in the bedroom

[shellbilee]

Because I cannot stop thinking about Taron courtesy of my current watching of BlackBird, I've realised that theres a real shortage of Taron smut on here!

So stay tuned for a smutty RPF fic coming at the end of the week 🙈

Comment or inbox if you'd like to be tagged!

[adorethedistance]

Taron Egerton Masterlist

General Masterlist

My complete Taron Egerton masterlist as of 11/3/20

All my fics will be linked below the cut.

Taron Egerton

Quite Lippy ✧ Thunder is anxiety inducing to say the least; upon learning about your fear of storms, Taron enlists one of his embarrassing moments to distract you for a little while.

Cuffed ✧ Taron is a secret submissive and a shiny pair of cuffs is just the right thing to put the new dynamic in motion. (18+)

Road trip ✧ A road trip with your best friend, her boyfriend, and his best friend Taron, has tensions running high. Things tend to get awkward when you’re stuck sitting with someone you had an open-ended one night stand with.

✵ characters ✵

Eggsy Unwin

Garter getaway ✧ You follow the handsome Eggsy to the bar where sexually charged flirting will ensue that is, before you realize he’s stolen an item from you.

The firebird ✧ Pretending to be newly weds at a ball with Eggsy would be easy, if he hadn’t stood you up a few days prior.

[taronsheart]

Hey! Could you maybe do an imagine where Taron comforts the reader during a thunderstorm and power outage?

I’m Here

Ship: Taron x reader

Word Count: 431

Additional Tags: soft, kissing, power outage, fears, fluff, cuddling, sleeping

A/N: I am so so sorry love that this took so long to make and it’s not even that good😩 i hope someone enjoys it❤️

The sound of water droplets falling on your window was relaxing as you snuggled in Taron’s arms on the couch wearing one of his hoodies. You liked the rain and how calming it sounds. The only part you didn’t like is when it starts pouring hard outside. You were scared that there would be a hurricane or a power outage or something. Nevertheless, you enjoyed just listening to the little sounds of rain as he kept you warm. Both of you were watching a rerun of friends while sipping on some hot chocolate. Taron looked over at you and smiled softly. He loved your relaxed side. The side where you could literally just be in a hoodie and sweatpants and still look good. He thought you looked good every day and he was so lucky to have you. You turned to him, noticing he was looking at you, and blushed. “What?” you ask while grinning.

“Nothing, you just look really cute love,” Taron admits.

“You're not too bad yourself,” you say before pecking him on the lips.

Taron smiles and goes back to watching tv. The rain started to be coming down quickly, thunder becoming louder, and you got a little worried. Taron noticed and held you closer if that was even possible. He knew that heavy rain made you nervous and he hated seeing you scared. He plants a kiss to your forehead to let you know it’ll be okay. “It’ll calm down after a while babe. Don’t worry, I’m here,” Taron reassures you.

“I know. Thank you, T,” you reply.

Suddenly the room became pitch black, every lamp turned off as well as the tv, and all you could feel was Taron. You started to panic. Your breathing became heavier and you started to shake a little. “It’s okay, lovely. I know. I know. Just take deep breaths okay?” Taron said, trying to calm you down. You listened to Taron’s voice, which alone made you more content. You closed your eyes and breathed in and out multiple times until you started to feel better. You laid down on his chest and the sound of his heartbeat made you feel sleepy. Taron noticed. He picked you up and carried you to your guy’s shared room. He set you down gently on the bed and laid next to you with his arms hugging you tightly from behind. You don’t know why you always get so anxious when the rain starts to pick up, but Taron was always there to comfort you and let you know that he’s always there for you.

[buckleyx]

BREATHTAKING T.E

Author’s note: Sorry for any mistakes. English isn't native language :)

Summary: Taron pickes you up at home to attend your first red carpet togheter as a couple.

Warnings: None

masterlist

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"Hello." Tom greeted, opening the door. "She's almost ready." He nodded, gesturing the man before him to come inside.

"Okay." Taron said nervously, fixing the sleeve of his suite.

You were seeing Taron for a few months now, but today was the first time going out in public. You both were very excited, Yet you couldn't shake of the nerves that you're about to be standing on a red carpet in less than an hour. 

"Ready?" Your roommate yelled.

"Yes Tom, I'm almost there." You shouted, glancing one more time in the mirror. Fixing your hair you gave yourself a nod of approval before opening the door.

The two man before you were left speechless, as you walked into the hallway. Taron admired your look, his lower lip between his teeth and eyes never leaving yours.

"Wow." Tom muttered under his breath, noticing the dress that hugged your body perfectly.

"You look beautiful." Taron admired, breaking the distant and pulling you closer. His sea green eyes full of adoration as a shade of pink covered his cheeks.

"You look nice too." You smiled, fixing his tie. "C'mon Love, before we miss our cab." He said softly, pressing his forehead to yours and giving you a soft kiss.

[mcsstydia]

Simply Best Friends? - Eggsy Unwin

Request:

pairing: eggsy unwin x reader

prompt: got a little inspiration from this prompt list

#21 “You’re bleeding all over my carpet”

#38 “Take off your shirt”

#19 “You need to see a doctor”

#48 “Why don’t you tell me why you really came here tonight”

#25 “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it”

#51 “I love you, you idiot”

Words: 1.5k

warnings: none that I could think of 

A/N: as you can see, I’ve fallen in lovw with a new character (and the actor) so bear with my new obsession. requests for blurbs are open! 

Masterlist is in bio!

  It was almost three in the morning, when a loud bang, followed by furious knocking, awoke you from your deep slumber. You would have been scared out of your skin, if you hadn’t known it to be your longlife best friend, Eggsy Unwin. Who you were, on an inimportant sidenote, madly in love with. Oh, and this isn’t one of those chlichee stories you loved so much, where you were both madly in love with each other without noticing it.

No, you’d told him about your feelings about half a year ago. But he’d said, with the new job he got, it would be too dangerous for you. You’d argued a dozen times about how it should be your decision whether you wanted to risk it or not. But after countless arguing, and crying, you had accepted the fact that he simply did not love you back and that this was the real reason he didn’t want to be with you.

So, you continued as best friends. And it worked quite well. So far.

  You rubbed your sleepy eyes as you made your way from your bedroom to the door to your apartment. You pulled the curtain aside to really make sure it was Eggsy before actually opening the door in order to let him enter.

As soon as the door opened, Eggsy stumbled in (and almost fell into your couch table) before letting himself fall onto the soft ground right next to it. Your eyes widened and you hurried down to his side all in a split second. Your hand flew to his cheek absentmindedly and out of intuition. You caressed the soft skin of his face and he grabbed your hand just as absentmindedly. 

  “What the fuck happened, Eggsy?”, you asked frantically, your voice filled with concern, your eyes searching his for certainty that he was alive and that he would, eventually, be okay. Eggsy’s eyes found yours and you felt your heart skip a beat at the handsomeness of them.

His bruised and stained fingers still clapsed your wrist as he answered. “I’m fine, darlin’.” It was but a whisper and you obviously didn’t believe him. You let out a strained laugh. “Fine? You’re bleeding all over my carpet!”, you exclaimed and he sheepishly grinned.

“C’mon, let’s get you on the couch,”, you said, as you grabbed both of his hands and pulled him up to your level. He leaned onto you, as he was clearly in pain, and fell onto a spot on the couch as soon as it was in reach. 

  You eyed him up and down, his shirt was full of blood, whether it was his or his opponent’s, you couldn’t tell yet, his trousers were ripped and his glasses had a few scratches on them.

“Take off your shirt”, you ordered, without thinking about rephrasing your sentence. Eggsy, though he seemed miserable, raised an eyebrow and shot you a dirty looking, teasing smirk. You felt heat rise up your cheeks and blamed it on the pressure of the situation.

  “Oh, shut up,”, you ordered again, before continuing to defend yourself. “I’m just not sure whether this is all your blood or the guy’s you beat up.”, you mumbled, not meeting his gaze on purpose. 

“‘S alright, love.”, he mumled just as quietly, maybe due to how exhausted he seemed, or maybe, just maybe, it was bacause he wanted you to mean it-NO! You couldn’t let those hopeful thoughts get the best of you again. Not now. Not when he needed you so badly.

And although it seemed like it hurt, he didn’t let you help him take his shirt off. He did it and made it look both effortless and absolutely hot. You had seen him shirtless on countless occasions, but that didn’t mean that you weren’t reminded how you couldn’t be with him every time he was.

  You were attracted to him, of course. I mean, hell, who wouldn’t be? But that fact didn’t make looking at him any easier. 

He discarded his shirt to the floor and slouched back against the soft fabric of the couch again. You analysed his toned chest and your eyes quickly widened at the sight in front of you. A big slash was cut diagonally across his abdomen. You were glad it didn’t bleed as much as you thought it would, otherwise Eggsy would be dead by now.

  Speaking of Eggsy, he had heard your sharp intake of breath and commented without looking up at you. “It’s not as bad as it looks, love.”, he whispered, but your lack of reaction made him finally look at you again. He only caught a glimpse of your face before you quickly turned and hurried to get the first aid kit reserved for him.

Nonetheless, he had seen the tears brimming in your eyes and he hated himself for being the cause of them. The young man let out a loud sigh and let his head fall back onto the couch again. 

  You returned within a minute, and went to work. Eggsy hissed once in a while and you despised the one that did this to him with all your heart. He sighed out of relief once you were finished stitching him up, but still, you weren’t a doctor. 

“You need to see a doctor,”, you simply said as you were finished and leaned against the couch table in front of where Eggsy was sat on the couch. He opened his eyes and smirked down at you. “Nah, babe. I only need to see you,”, he disagreed cheekily. You rolled your eyes, trying to surpress the smile that grew on your lips.

  “Eggsy,”, you sighed. “I mean it. What else am I supposed to ‘heal’? A broken bone? Some internal damage? I can’t do that. You have to go to a doctor next time, alright?”, you asked, concern yet again lacing your voice. 

“What? Now I can’t even go to my best friend when I need help?”, he suddenly almost yelled out defensively. You were taken aback by his sudden outburst of emotion and you realised something completely different was bothering him, too. 

  And although you hated it, although you really couldn’t bear hearing about another girl problem of his, you asked.  “Why don’t you tell me why you really came here tonight, hm?”, you asked, trying to swallow the lump in your throat and preparing yourself to hear that he’s fallen in love.

But Eggsy simply gazed at you, his beautiful eyes locked on yours and not a word leaving his plump lips. You sighed and went to grab one of his hands. “C’mon Eggsy, I’m your best friend, y-”, you started, but were interrupted by another sudden outburst of his. He flinched and pulled his hand out of your grasp before he began to speak.

  “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it,”, he brought out through clenched teeth. To say you were taken aback was an understatement. Could this be-? No! No hopeful thinking this time, he’s not in love with you! 

Your big, shocked eyes glanced at him, trying to understand what the hell was going on. “I’m so tired of this shit, Y/N,”, he began again, a lot quieter this time. “I’m so fucking tired of having to pretend I’m not in love with you,”, he continued and your heart almosr burst out of your ribcage. 

  “I have been in love with you for forever and then you told me you felt the same way but that’s when I got this job that I can’t really talk about and that would be putting you in way too much danger,”, he sighed for a second, playing with his bruised hands and knuckles. 

“So I thought the least I could do is keep you safe. But I can’t. And I’m so fucking sorry to have put you through all this heartache but there’s not a second that goes by without me thinking about kissing you, touching you and loving you. I wanna be with you, Y/N. But I messed up. And I know that now. Because now all I am to you is a friend,”, he continued and threw his head back in frustration. 

  “Let me stop you right there,”, you said as you got up from your place on the ground and sat next to him on the couch. Eggsy finally looked at you again and you could see the hurt in his eyes. You grabbed his face softly in between your hands and pulled him closer to you. 

“I love you, you idiot,”, you whispered, which made a grin spread on both of your features. “Really?”, he asked, his so voice quiet and horse the question made tears brim in your eyes. “After all the shit I put you through?”, he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes as well. 

  “Yes, really, Eggsy. I’m so in love with you. Always have, always will,”, you whispered. A smile so big it must’ve hurt tugged on his lips and you had never seen him this happy. One of his hands caressed your cheek, then slid to your neck, pulling you so close your breaths started to mingle. “Can I?”, he whispered so quietly you were certain even he himself hadn’t heard it.

Always the gentleman, you thought, before nodding. He pulled you impossibly closer until your lips met the ones you’ve been yearning to kiss for years. Your lips met in the softest touch, melting and melting into each other again and again and both of you knew, it was perfect. 

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Taron Egerton - Hypothetically

This is my first Taron Egerton fic, I hope you like it!! This is for the bunch of people who have been requesting me to do something about Taron. Most of them were anon and requested some alphabets. I don’t think I can do that about him, becuase that’s what I find most difficult.

Plot: you find something that you didn’t mean to in Taron’s tablet, and you wish it had been porn.

It started accidentally. You were working and needed to look something up, but your computer was maxed out running a new program, so you picked up Taron’s tablet which he had left on the table. He had never been particularly previous about keeping his stuff to himself – in fact, he had configured your fingerprints to let you in – so you helped yourself without asking and opened his browser.

A white with golden ornaments webpage greeted you. It took you a while to understand what was it about, because it was early in the morning and because you didn’t read what the website was about. Once you squinted your eyes and looked thoughtfully at the title, you almost passed out.

Taron had been reading about weddings. Specifically, top ten places to have a wedding and impress your girlfriend.  

Eyes widening, you dropped the device on the table with a clatter. Hearing Taron bustling in the small kitchen of your cute vintage aparment, you shoved it back in place awkwardly, and forced your eyes back to your own flickering screen. Suddenly, friction coefficients didn’t seem so important.

“Y/N?”

You jumped out of your skin and turned to see him sticking his head around the door. The sight would have been funny if you weren’t so nervous; he was wearing a hairnet and a glittering apron. He gave you a slightly concerned frown.

“Are you… alright?”

“Yeah! Fine, thanks. Sorry, just… working” you chuckled, pressing random keys on the computer. “I was just concentrating”

“I bet it’s on something really smart” he teased, and you gave him your most real smile. “Sorry for startling you”

“No, it’s okay. Fine. I’m fine!” your voice sounded unnaturally high-pitched even for you.

Taron’s concern didn’t seem to entirely abate, extremely reasonably given your babbling, so he stepped closer and dropped a gentle hand on your shoulder. Despite everything, something about him was always so perfectly solid, comforting and safe that you found yourself breathing almost normally again.

You turned up to him and smiled; not even that forced. Taron liked to get into his characters in the most strange ways, so maybe he had just been looking it up for his new film. You repeated that to yourself at least twenty times in your head, while he massaged your shoulder in a gentle way. There was no way you had just discovered him looking up ideas for your weeding.

“I’m okay, really” you assured him. You gripped his wrist with your hand and gave him a reassuring squeeze. “Just a bit stressed over the project”

“The astrophysics one?”

You had been working on a new project for college for a few months, wanting to be as perfect as possible. It was your last work before graduating on your master, and if everything went well, you would be able to get a real job in a few weeks. Taron had been very helpful on the way, taking care of you when you forgot and being there in every moment.

Nodding, you looked back to the screen.

“It’s almost over, just a few more details”

“You’re gonna do amazing” he bent down and kissed your cheek. “And I’m gonna brag so hard about my physic girlfriend”

Girlfriend. Not wife, or at least not yet. Muttering a quick ‘love you’, Taron turned back to the kitchen; and you gave the forgotten tablet a side glance, checking that it hadn’t been all a dream.

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“Okay, what is with you?” Betty, your best friend, demanded the next day. “I’ve just told you three times what happened last night with Brian, and you still have to give the talk about going back with my ex. And I don’t buy that you suddenly like him. ”

You shook your head and finally looked over your friend. She was visiting you for a few hours, and was updating you from life back at home while you two had coffee in a beautiful café you found when you arrived. Betty lived back home, working in a supermarket, while you had to travel away to be with Taron. So it was a rare occasion, to see both of you together, and you were completely wasting it because you couldn’t stop thinking about the tablet.

You sighed, and tried to remember what she was talking about as you looked down to your coffee. It had a weird shape made on the top – and it wasn’t as if you only though about it, but it looked like a ring to you.

“He’s an asshole, I don’t know why you go out with him. But I love you anyway” you repeated like a mantra. Everytime you met, Betty had gone back to his ex-boyfriend, a boy who didn’t deserve her, so you thought it wouldn’t be very hard to keep the conversation going.

It didn’t go that well.

“I’ve just told you that I’ve blocked him, so I’m gonna assume you haven’t heard an inch of what I’ve said” she rubbed a tired hand over the bridge of her nose, and finally looked at you with a raised brow. “All right, what has he done now?”

You blinked at Betty. It was disingenuous to pretend you didn’t know who ‘he’ was meant to be, but you found her easy perception disconcerting.

“Nothing!” you shook your hand, and sighed, because lying to a spy would be as useful as watering an artificial plant. “Not really – I just, borrowed his table and accidentally saw some of his browsing history.”

Betty’s eyebrows rose higher than you thought possible, and you sighed. She wasn’t the person you wanted to talk about that; actually, you didn’t want to talk about it to anyone. But you had the impression that if you didn’t you would just explode. Before you had time to explain, Betty talked.

“Looking at porn is normal in –“

“Not that!” you interrupted her. “He was reading stuff… about weddings. And I know it’s probably nothing and just some background reading for his new movie – although I thought it was about spies. But I was kinda shocked? And for some reason my brain won’t shut off and keeps thinking about it.”

Betty snorted with laughter and then just kept laughing. You grumbled and turned back to your coffee, blush on your cheeks.

“Your life is turning into the worst sort of romantic comedy” she laughed. “Come on, what did you expect? We’re talking about Taron! The boy asked you to move in the third month of your relationship! What will be the next chapter? Kids? Retirement plans? I bet he has – “

“Shut up” you mumbled.

It was true that your relationship with the actor had been… rushed. You had met him through a mutual friend, and within the first month of talking, he had already invited you on a date. He was perfect in every way you could imagine; attentive, funny, handsome, gentle and affectionate. He always put you first when it came to decisions, and you were sure he would drop everything if he asked you to do so.

Thoughts about Taron plagued your mind and you smiled sheepishly.

“Then ask him” Betty shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee. “If you’re not worried about spoiling the surprise, of course”

“But it has been merely a year!” voicing out your concerns didn’t make you feel any better.

“So? My mom proposed to my dad three months after they started dating”

“Aren’t your parents divorced?”

“And not in talking terms”

You buried your face in your arms and closed your eyes tightly. It seemed, like it wasn’t going to be an easy task. Betty’s phone rang and you didn’t have to look to know it was Brian. You didn’t bother in looking up or saying goodbye, just heard her hurried steps as she left the place to talk to him.

You had more than enough with your problems.

-

You decided to ask him that evening.

You had always prided yourself in being a practical kind of person, and not someone who made assumptions based on guesswork and lack of evidence. Also, you didn’t think you could stand a surprise proposal without fainting on the spot.

Closing the door again, you announced your arrival and received a quick greeting from Taron. Noises could be heard from the kitchen, and a peek look while you took off your jacket let you know that he was cooking. He was wearing again the awful apron, and you salivated just by the smell of the food. Taron had always loved to cook, from impressive breakfast to surprising meals; after your fair share of disappointment and food poisoning, he had become quite talented at that.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek while he moved what seemed pork in the pan, and he answered by dragging you closer and planting a full kiss on your lips while you were serving yourself some water.

You smiled tight, returned the kiss and decided that you were doing it later.

That later, actually, came when dinner was finished.

You were almost falling asleep on his lap after a delicious dinner, dozing off on the film that you were trying to see. You couldn’t focus on what it was about, but rather on how to keep your eyes open to ask him about the weeding. You were laying your head on his thighs, and he had both of hands on you. One of his hands was caressing on your hip, warm and soft against the naked skin, and the other massaging your scalp, occasionally undoing on the knots of your hair. It felt ridiculous to ruin the mood by something that stupid, but you knew he would notice something was off eventually; and he tended to panic.

“So” you started.

Taron stopped moving for a second, before going back to his business. He, unlike you, liked to watch the movies you played on weekends, and got really invested into some of them. Usually, when you interrupted it, he got all mad and playfully banned you from the couch. But he had known you wanted to talk about something all day, from how silent you had been during dinner.

“So, Y/N” he repeated, and you smacked his thigh.

“You know – I borrowed your tabled, this morning?”

He frowned and you could hear the wheels turning in his brain. Taron, as said before, was the most paranoid boy you had ever met; and not in a bad way, because he fully trusted you, but it was true that he tended to think about conclusions before getting the facts.

“Was it porn?” he asked, and you felt like screaming for the second time that day. “Because I don’t think I opened it today. But, you know – we’ve had this conversation before, it’s hard when you –“

“I’m talking about the wedding plans, Taron”

Now, he really stopped moving. You felt him going tense under you, and the only thing he managed to do was to press silent with the remote he was holding. You could probably hear a pin dropping on the street, but in that moment the only thing you heard was Taron’s breathing and your heart beating loudly.

The truth was, Taron didn’t have the heart to make any excuse. He had already thought that it was a bit rushed, because you hadn’t been dating for that long. But recently, one of his friends was getting married, and all the preparations had made him look up some details about… your possible wedding. Just imagining you in the white dress he had seen the last week or in the beach, walking towards him, gave him chills.

“Uh”

Taron tried to say anything that might had excused the tabs on his tablet, and he mentally kicked himself for it not being porn. He could deal with an argument about the inconveniences of it, but not with you saying him ‘no’ already. He hadn’t even meant to ask you yet – he was curious. You were still looking at him, so he gave you a hesitant smile.

“I just see myself with you” he blurted out, much more confident of what he felt. Once he started, he couldn’t stop. “You’re so perfect, and complement me so well. I just – lately I’m always thinking about the future, and in every possibility there is you, with me, married and maybe with some kids. I’m sorry if… I know it’s rushed, and you don’t have to say anything. I just… imagining a future with you makes me keep going. Hypothetically ”

Taron shrugged at the end, as if it hadn’t been the most beautiful thing he had ever told you. He had a tendency to do that, a lot. Even if he was talkative and open on the outside, behind closed doors Taron was a bit shy. From your side vision, someone did something stupid in the film and got murdered.

You shifted so that you were back to your original position, having laid on your back to look at him. You turned your head to the screen and Taron pressed back the volume, and you didn’t miss how he slumped down and sighed.

Truly, you didn’t know what do say. Taron had been what you had always wanted in partner, and in the short amount of time you had been with him, you hadn’t discovered a single thing that made you not like him.

His hands were resting behind you, as if he was afraid to touch you. You reached for one and made him hug your middle until you could play with his fingers on your front.

“Just so you know, hypothetically” you started, fidgeting and looking at the blonde friend who tried to run from the killer in the TV. “I would say yes”

Taron smiled so wide that he thought he could slip his head in two, and finally relaxed into the touch. His hand that wasn’t trapped by you started playing with your hair once more, and the relaxed and happy mood that you enjoyed before was back.

“Well, I love you a lot. And that’s not hypothetically”

“I love you too, moron” you smiled and closed your eyes, ready to finally drift off.

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Sick Day - Taron Egerton x Reader

A/N: Merry ficmas day 2!

“Baaaaabe?” You whined from under the duvet. “What’s wrong?” Taron asked sympathetically from the other side of the bedroom. “I’m sick,” was your response, followed by a well timed cough. “Aw, babe,” you felt Taron’s side of the bed dip, “what can I get you?” He asked, finding the top of your head with his hand. There was sympathy and a tenderness in his voice. “A cup of tea?” You asked. “Of course, I’ll be right back.”

A few minutes later, you heard Taron came back into the bedroom. Pulling the duvet from over your head and propping yourself up to lean back on the headboard, you saw he was carrying two cups. “Thought I’d stay home today and look after you” he smiled. “But don’t you have…” He cut you off, “it’s nothing important.” He waited until you were settled and handed you your cup before walking around to the other side of the bed. Placing his cup down on the bedside table, he climbed in and got comfortable himself before picking the cup back up.

“Are you sure it’s okay for you to miss todays events?” You turned to him and asked. “Hey, if you’re sick, I’m sick.”

You smiled at his response. “Love you” you whispered. “Love you too” he responded, smiling back at you and leaning over to press a kiss to your shoulder. “Hows the tea?” He asked. “Perfect” you responded, taking a sip. “Very hot though!” You exclaimed as it burnt your mouth.

The two of you sat drinking your tea and laughing, Taron always had a way of making you feel better. Whether you wee sick, upset or generally feeling down, he was always there to lift you back up.

After finishing your drink, you put your cup on your bedside table and moved closer to Taron. He mirrored your actions and met you in the middle of the bed. The comfiest place to lie. He wrapped his arm around you and you placed your head on his shoulder. “Thank you.” You said, kissing the closest part of his bare chest that was closest to your face. “What for?” He asked. “For staying with me.” “I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed the top of your head, “not until you’re feeling better anyway.”

Moments like this were some of your favourites. The number of important conversations the two of you had in that very spot were countless. You had planned your whole future from right there. That’s where you were when you realised you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Taron, he had also confessed the exact same thing to you from that spot.

“Shall we stick a film on and get comfy?” He asked. “I’m already comfy” you laughed.

“Me too.” He reached for the tv remote and put on the first film he saw. It wasn’t the film that mattered, it was the time you spent together. You both always made every second count.

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I’ve got you - Taron Egerton

Just Taron being a sweetheart :)

Requested by: no one

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Arrows

You weren’t sure where it came from but it hit you square in the back of the head and left you bewildered for a second or two.

“Ow!” You said with clear annoyance as you turned around to survey the empty kitchen before you. Just as you took a step to the side a second arrow appeared from behind the breakfast bar, looping high into the air and heading straight for where you’d previously been stood. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist it!” You declared as you hurried over to find Taron crouched down, his feet sliding out from beneath him as his held in giggles started to escape joyously into the room.

“That was so perfect. So perfect!” His eyes opened as his laugh subsided and as he looked up at your face he couldn’t help but laugh again. “That’s made my day.”

“You’re such a dick.” You nudged your foot into his side, shaking your head as you found yourself starting to laugh along with him. “I’m going to kill your mum for buying him that.”

“I erm… may have suggested it to her.” Taron admitted as he got to his feet and cheekily rushed around to collect his two fired plastic arrows.

“I should have guessed.”

“You never know what talents he might have inherited. Like father like son?”

“Let’s hope not on the archery front!” You scrunched up some of the discarded wrapping paper from earlier on that day into a ball and threw it back in Taron’s direction, a feeble attempt at revenge.

“Oh come on, you’re secretly impressed that I’ve still got it 10 years later aren’t you?” He lifted the tiny plastic bow up, slid in the rubber ended arrow and fired it across the kitchen, grinning like a Cheshire cat when it landed perfectly in the sink. His grin switched into a pout of arrogance as he approached you in search of praise and agreement.

“I actually am.” You admitted freely before cupping his cheek with your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to his lip.

“She agrees?!” He acted shocked for a moment before reciprocating your kiss. “There I was thinking my days of being able to impress my wife were long gone…”

“You only need to learn how to iron.” You joked with a flirty smile.

“Aaand she’s back.” He laughed softly before leaning in for a deeper kiss. “I love you, and I’ve loved today.”

“Love you too. I think James had a great birthday as well, even if he couldn’t have a proper party with his little friends, he still got a whole day with his best friend of all. It makes me so happy to see the way he looks up to you already.”

“My little man…” Taron sighed with a radiating warmth. “I can’t believe he’s 4.”

“Not so little these days… I do miss him being tiny and adorably cute.”

“He’s still adorably cute!” Taron defended instantly.

“Well alright, but he’s also a menace who can argue back and will have learnt how to fire these arrows at me from behind the sofa in a matter of days.” You pulled the stash of arrows from Taron’s back pocket and placed them beside you on the kitchen counter. “I miss the new born days and that intoxicating smell.”

“You want another one.” Taron clarified your thoughts in such a concise way that you thought he was about to argue for the complete opposite, but a silence lingered between you. His eyes were locked onto yours and you were gazing back at him, almost scared to move in case he said no. You’d rather stay in that moment of possibility forever than have to face up to his rejection, but your lips parted and betrayed you.

“Yes.”

“Me too.” He beamed, leaning in and touching his nose with yours. “I know we planned James for ‘the right time’ but waiting for life to align like that again…”

“Seems even harder now he’s in the picture.” You finished Taron’s sentence for him.

“Can we just do it?”

“Now?”

“Right now.” He kissed you passionately, placing a hand to the small of your back and pulling you in tightly against his hips. “Nothing would make me happier.”

“Ravishing your wife or expanding our family?”

“Both.” He smirked. “But mostly the first one when I’m this turned on.” He guided your hand down to feel his crotch as though you hadn’t felt him hard a thousand times before, but it still provoked the same reaction from deep within you. The throbbing pulsed out hard and you felt your knees weakening in desperation for him.

“Fuck, I want you.” You whispered next to his ear before dropping your lips to his neck, inhaling his scent, and leaving a trail of kisses up to his jaw and on to his lips. “So badly.”  

“I’m here. I’m yours.” Taron replied, keeping his voice low as he pulled open his jeans and pushed them a few inches down his thighs. Your bodies were warm, so close together, hands rushing beneath layers of clothing to get to where they needed to be. You pulled Taron free of his boxers and slowly ran your hand up and down his shaft, kissing him over and over as he pulled your leggings and knickers together down from your bum in one swift go. “Turn around,” he ordered. “I need to see that perfect arse.” You kicked your feet free of your clothes as you turned for him, then arched your back as you bent over, widening your stance and offering yourself to him just as he liked it.

“Take me.” You practically begged, feeling his hands glide up the back of your thighs and then grip tightly against your cheeks. The sweetest moan filled the room as he rubbed himself back and forth between your folds. You’d already made him slick but he kept up the teasing, reaching up beneath your top to cup both your breasts as he kept himself nestled in right beside your warmth. “Please Taron, this is so good but fuck, I don’t want to wait. Not tonight.”

“But you’re so gorgeous.”

“I need to feel you in me.” You moaned as his tip rubbed up and over your clit, driving you wild with lust. “Now.” You demanded.

“So hot, so desperate.” He said to himself under his breath as he pulled back and released one of your breasts so he could guide himself into your entrance smoothly. The feel of him filling you was everything you craved. His thrusts were sharp, just how you liked them. Your moans combined as your bodies moved together. The odd ‘yes’ mixed into your panting breaths when he hit your sweet  spot. His rhythm was steady and relentless, giving you everything you needed to bring you up to your climax. There was something about him taking you from behind that worked every single time without fail. You knew it was his favourite position, but it had never been yours until he was the man behind you; until he was the one giving you earth shattering orgasms. This wasn’t going to be any different either. You turned your head to the side with a cry of pure pleasure, gasping out for air as if it would be somehow fresher than the air beneath you.

“Fuck, it’s there. So close!” You vocalised your pleasure so Taron knew not to stop or slow down. It was his cue to speed up if he could last; so when he brought his hand round to rub circles against you, you knew he was just as close to his release but he wanted you to go first. His touch was like lightning, sparking a shiver through your entire body as you squirmed beneath him. The tingles ricochet through every muscle and you lost control as you orgasmed around him, tightening again and again and again as he thrust into you a few more times before releasing everything he had.

The moment of stillness, quiet and calm just after was bliss. Taron pulled out and grabbed some kitchen towel for the clean up but there was nothing else entering your mind than the thought of your family of three becoming four.

“You good?” He asked softly as his hands gently caressed your bum cheeks, encouraging you back to a standing position so he could hold you properly in his arms and leave a kiss to your cheek.

“So happy.”

“That’s all I ever want. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

You turned your head to kiss him properly, lingering your lips upon his until he got bored of kissing you back.

“I can’t wait for you to be a dad again. You’re so brilliant.”

“Even when I’m shooting arrows at your head?” He asked cheekily but you kissed him with certainty.

“Even then.”