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Requested by anonymous: HIIIIIII!!!! Oh boy am I excited. Okay so now it's my turn for James Keene 🤩. Can I please request a story (it's a bit specific, but I've just finished peaky blinders and can't get it out of my head) which takes place after Jimmy has gotten out of jail. The reader has an older brother (think like Richie Boyle from the Outfit..it could even be him if thats okay with you) who runs a similar business like the one Jimmy used to, but they both hate each other. Nevertheless Jimmy falls for his sister which wounds up to be tough for both men. If you want the reader can have more brothers who run the business. THANK YOU FOR YOIR TIME I HOPE THAT WASNT CONFUSING LMAO BYEEEEE

pushed back in time to the 50s I believe, not in the same universe as Black Bird, someone should request for Richie Boyle 👀 *wink wink, request for richie boyle babe-* also, no smut!! i wasn't really in the mood for smut, sorry anon honey :( also, yes, a bit confusing but it's okay! i hope i did it justice :)

Jimmy's front was a bar that he was a bartender for. It fit, honestly, being a bartender for a drug dealing front. The only thing that didn't fit was the flower shop right next to him his competition always frequented.

Richie was too much of a firecracker to be liked, he had a problem with his anger issues so no matter how many times Jimmy tried to make some sort of alliance, it always ended in Richie getting pissed off and leaving — not before punching one of Jimmy's men though.

Today, he was determined to find out what the hell was so interesting about the flower shop next to his bar. Maybe it was just a ploy to see what he was doing? Figure out if they could steal another shipment?

All of the thoughts were running through his mind as he walked into the flower shop, opening the door to make a bell ring out. All of the smells flooded into his nose, his eyes widening when he saw all of the beautiful flowers and mixed bouquets. They were absolutely beautiful and bright, each flower absolutely perfect with zero wilted petals or leaves.

"Hi, welcome in! I'm so sorry, be there in a minute!" Your voice rings out, Jimmy pausing.

Maybe it wasn't what was so in the shop but who.

"That's alright love!" James slowly walked through the aisles, trying to find you in the entirety of all of the flowers that could've blinded him if they were lights. For fucks sake, they were all beautiful. You put together different colors and textures, one bright bouquet of roses and sunflowers catching his eye.

"That was my first bouquet I made," you say, walking toward him with a smile. "N-Not that one exactly, but the roses and the sunflowers. They're one of my favorites."

"It's beautiful." James said, smiling as he looked back at you. "I'm James, I run the bar next door."

You pause but take his hand and give it a firm shake. "Y/N. Nice to meet you. What can I do for you, James?"

"Well, I'm not sure if you know, but I run more of the high-end bars in town, and someone is always asking why we don't have centerpieces in the VIP rooms." James makes up the lie quickly, smiling down at her. "It doesn't have to be very big, and you will have full creative freedom if that helps guide your decision. All I ask is that they are different every week."

"Oh. Oh wow, when would you need the flowers? Come with me," you say, keeping his hand in yours and pulling him to the back. "Is there any color scheme that you want? Or a limit in price?"

"No, again, full freedom. Anything you want, I'll just pay every week." He smiled at you as you pursed your lips, humming.

"Well, it wouldn't be weekly. If anything, it would be biweekly, I make sure my flowers last longer than a week. There's a special element in the water." You say, writing down some ideas in some pretty handwriting. "Each bouquet would range anywhere from thirty to one hundred each. Is that okay?"

"Perfectly fine. I would only need eight each order because it's strictly for VIP rooms."

“Oh, gotcha! I can do that,” you smile one of the prettiest smiles he had ever seen. “I can get these for you in two days. Sound good?”

“Very good, love. Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

The bell rings making you look up, yelling out, “In the back!”

“Y/N! Where are you?!”

You rolled your eyes. “In the back!”

“Oi, you seen that-” Richie paused when he saw James, gaping. “Why the fuck are you here?!”

“Richie! Go away, he’s a customer!” You yell, quickly standing up straight. “James, I will have these flowers for you soon, okay?”

“No you won’t!” Richie comes between you both after you go around the desk, shaking his head. “You stay the fuck away from my sister.”

James paused, looking from you to Richie. “She’s too pretty to be your sister.”

“Haha, very fucking funny! She’s adopted, you asshole, leave her the fuck alone!”

“Richie, stop!” You say, pushing him as hard as you could. “I’m so sorry, James, ignore him.”

“I will,” James smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

It makes you smile, nodding. “Yes. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“No he won’t!”

“Shut up, Richie!”

After that, you saw him a lot more. James came to see you every day, it was just a matter of time before something happened.

It started off slow, soft kisses behind closed doors and light touches when no one was looking, but Jimmy wanted to change that. You were the first girl he actually wanted to get serious with, he wanted to be able to go out on dates with you without risking being punched by your brother.

Maybe that's the reason why he stood in front of your house, ready to meet Richie and then your dad to continue to court you. It was something stupid he normally didn't believe in, but he wanted to do it right.

So, as soon as he passed the gates, he really did expect the punch he got straight to the face.

"You kissed my sister you bastard?!"

"Rich! Richie, you leave him alone!" You tried to yell, gasping as James shoved him.

"Don't fucking hit me!" He shouted, wiping at his mouth with a sigh. "I came to get your respect, not your approval."

"You don't have any of that, get out!" Richie goes in for another hit before Jimmy caught his wrist, shoving him.

"Listen to me!" James shoved him again, looking over his shoulder to stare at you being held back by one of his henchmen. "I love your sister, even if you don't know anything about that shit."

"Don't you fucking-"

"I'm going to be with her no matter what." Jimmy smiled back at you before glaring at your brother. "So, you better learn how to fucking live with it."

His words make you smile widely, giggling. "Move, Richie!"

Reluctantly, he does with a shout of your father, letting you run forward and into Jimmy's arms. "Oh my, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'll take more than a punch to be with you." He smiled as you giggled, pressing a firm kiss to his lips. "I'll win him over, I promise."

"You better, or he might just kill you!"

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storiesforallfandoms · 2 years ago

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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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catsandbats13 · 2 months ago

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Figured I should give Ford some love too since I’ve mostly been drawing Stan 😅

Still trying to get comfortable drawing the grunkles consistently in my style, I feel like they look wildly different every time but I’ve also been staring at them way too long lol

I modelled Ford’s fit in the second drawing after one of Taron Egerton’s looks in Rocketman, I thought it would suit him (pun intended)

My GF art requests are still open btw (commissions too, you can find the info pinned at the top of my blog) if anyone has any suggestions!

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geo-winchester · 1 year ago

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I MEANT JIMMY FUCK SORRY

35. Put your seatbelt on. WITH JIMMY AND

"Have you eaten today" WITH EGGSY IM SORRY LMAO

THE ROOFTOP

A/N: hi lovely!! I’m so sorry this took me an eternity, I haven’t been mentally well and I’m trying to keep up with all the request but finally I finish this I hope you like it and I promise I’ll start to work on your other request with jimmy! Hope you have a lovely day/night! And thanks a lot for your requests🩵🩵🩵

Taron Egerton’s masterlist

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It’s been two years since you started your relationship with Eggsy and with that, it’s been two years telling the most weird story of how you met. For you it starts like a normal day at your residency, that day you were supposed to be helping Dr. Park on a surgery but one of your coworker got late making you end up on the ER, You don’t hate to be on that area but this was a surgery that you like to see. You gave a quick look at the tests of the patient you were going to check on, you make your way to the cubicle, when you get inside and look at him you were a little surprise, It was your old neighbor, your father were friend with his father, but you lost contact when his mother married again.

-Eggsy?- he smiled when he recognized you.

-Yn? What are you doing here?

-I should be doing that question- you said -I’m a resident here, actually I’ll be your doctor today, do you want me to introduce me as I usually do?- you said -Hello, I’m doctor YN YLN, I’m going to be the doctor who is going to attend you today, tell me how your feeling Mr. Unwin?- Eggsy and you start to laugh.

-You sound like that boy from up- he said, making you laugh.

-I know we always said that- you said you left the papers on a little table and approach to him -I’m going to exam you- you put the stethoscope on his chest -please take a deep breath- you couldn’t help but blush when you met his eyes -Do you want to share with me how this happen- you notice that he start to think on something.

-Oh uh… I got into a fight with some pricks in the pub- he said you look at him for a moment.

-You know it will be better if you tell the truth to me- you said.

-I…- but before he could say anything else a man came in. He had a couple of glasses and a nice suit, none of his hair was out of line.

-Oh, Eggsy, I’m glad you’re doing better- he said.

-Yn, this is Harry, he’s my…

-Uncle- you looked at him suspiciously but you shrugged.

-I think that because of the traumas you had, you need to stay here for a few days.

-We’ll do whatever you say, doctor- Harry said as he gave you a soft smile.

-Ok, I’ll tell everything to Doctor Martin so he can be updated with your case when he sees you…

-Wait, so that means that I don’t have to see you again?- Eggsy asked.

-You won’t get rid of me that easily- you said before you winked at him.

You visited him every day while he was in the hospital, you liked to be around him, you could talk about anything and he always made you laugh, before he left the hospital he asked you for a date, you had to admit that you were nervous but everything went great. That date became a second date and then you started dating. After your sixth month dating he told you about his real job, he warned you that it could be dangerous for you and if you want to leave him he’ll understand but instead you took a step closer and kissed him. You were worried every time he was on a mission, but this time everything was different, some woman want all the control for the drugs, eggs was on united state with another agency, Harry was back, the hospital was a chaos with all the people infected with poppy’s drugs, and the cherry of the cake was when he called you and tell you that they were going to fight the golden circle on Poppy’s island. You tried to focus on your patients but you were tense until Eggsy’s name appeared on the screen.

-Oh god, I’m glad you’re ok- you said making him chuckle.

-You didn’t think that I would make it alive, uh love?

-I never doubt of you babe… when are you coming home, I miss you

-I miss you too, darling- he said -Have you been eating today?- you thought for a second.

-Yeah- you said as you bit your lip.

-Love, you know I know when you’re lying right?- he said, making you sighed.

-Ok I haven’t eaten today, we were kind of busy giving all the infected people the antidote that some spy won.

-You mean that handsome spy that 's waiting for you in the medics room?

-what?- you said as you ran to that room, Eggsy looked at you with a smirk on his face.

-I’m going to hang up now love- you haven’t realized that you have your phone on your ear.

-how…

-I’ll tell you later but first follow me- you did as he said, you followed him to the rooftop of the hospital, you were a little confused but you forgot when you saw the view.

-God has been ages since I've been here- you said before you look at him.

-How did you know about this place?

-I… kind of followed you when I was here- he said ashamed.

-So you were a stalker, agent Galahad?- you said with a smirk.

-Just for you, babe- he said with a smirk, you get close to him and kiss him.

-I really miss you- you said.

-Me too- you noticed that something was bothering him.

-Are you ok?-he didn’t answer right away, until he shook his head -Do you want to talk about it?

-I… I almost didn’t make it- you could feel the air stuck in your lungs -I’m here thanks to Merlin and it was my fault- you hugged him as he told him everything that happened and you kept hugging as he calmed down and stayed like that for a moment.

-How you been, what’s new?- he asked you after a while.

-Let’s see, I found something I want to show you- you said as you looked at your phone and showed him a photo on your phone.

-Look how young we were- he said.

-Are you telling me old?-you jokes.

-Well you’re not 11 years olds anymore- he said -you want to know a secret?- you nodded.

-I had a crush for you- you could see the blush appearing in his face -I know we were kids but when I was with you, I was always happy and if I’m honest I always wonder what happened to you, so imagine my surprise when you were my doctor, I was excited and then this happened… and now with everything I’m sure of one thing.

-And what’s that?- you asked.

-I realized that I want to spend my life with you- he said looking at your eyes.

-Are you…

-I’ll propose one day and I hope that you’ll say yes, but I’m pretty confident that you’ll accept- he said with a smirk making you roll your eyes- come on love, let's get you something to eat.

-Eggsy- you stopped him -I love you- you pull him into a soft kiss -shit I don’t want to compete with everything you said but I just want you to know that I’m really happy when I’m with you- you gave him a quick kiss before you start to walk again -oh and I’m pretty confident too that I’ll say yes- he gave you a big smile -so you have to promise me something.

-Yes, I’ll introduce you to Elthon John- he said.

-I was going to say that you have to always come back to me but now I want to hear that.

-I promise- he said -come on, let’s eat and I’ll tell you everything- he said as he took your hand.

#taron egerton x reader #taron egerton imagine #taron egerton fanfiction #eggsy unwin x reader #eggsy x reader #eggsy unwin

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burgers-and-french-fries · 2 years ago

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Hi 😊 I want to ask if you could write a story with Taron Egerton 😊 I have this idea of him surprising his wife with a gift of your choice and then she has a surprise for him that on the next Christmas there will be a little one joining at the table :) In the end you can make it a bit smutty if you want as a way of them enjoying the Christmas and celebrating the little bean in her belly 😊

Note: Thank you so much for all of your patience on this and thank you for your request, I had a lot of fun writing it. Please note that this is unedited as well.

Enjoy!

P.S: This is long and may not be as well edited as I thought. Please also note that this imagine mentions infertility, failed adoptions and pregnancy after a long time of trying. If this is triggering for you, please click away now.

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As the fireplace crackled and popped, emanating a warmth so cozy and delightful and the angelic instrumental soundings rang softly through the air, y/n took her time decorating the Christmas cookies that she had made that morning as a way to cope with how annoyed she was. She even went as far as pulling on one of her husband’s Christmas sweaters and a pair of his black sweatpants. Her feet were adorned with warm thick chunky socks, the same kind her grandfather used to wear on the days he was home and wanted to be cozy. It made her feel closer to him and she needed that today.

You see, Taron and y/n had been married for a long while now and had been trying for a baby of their own with no success. It got to the point where y/n was having huge meltdowns because she was sure that she was pregnant, only to find out that it was all in her head and her body had tricked her. She wanted to be a mother so badly, but it just wasn’t meant to be. So, the next step for the couple was to adopt a baby, to which they were so excited but there again was disappointment waiting for them at the end of it all. The young mother had at the very last minute decided that she wanted to keep her baby. Taron and y/n couldn’t fault her for wanting to keep the baby and give raising her a go.

Trying to adopt another baby and going through that process again was difficult, especially since y/n had received a call that morning confirming the fact that the baby she and Taron were hoping to adopt was no longer up for adoption. Y/n was so mad and so heartbroken. She had no idea what to do but she thanked the stars that Taron was out doing Christmas shopping with his sisters. It meant that she had time to process things on her own and it also meant that Taron could spend time with the two precious girls he loved so much.

Putting the last cookie down, y/n looked around and sighed to herself. She just had accept that she and Taron would never be parents in the way that they’d hoped. Sure they had godchildren and his siblings, but it wasn’t the same. She wanted so badly to be able to carry a child within her, to feel their movements and kicks, to pick out a name for them, to buy things for them, to build a nursery for them. To hold them and love them until she could no longer. She wanted to give this to Taron, but it just wasn’t to be. Infertility truly sucked and there was nothing they could do, even though they tried everything in their power.

“Siri, play O Holy night.” Y/n called out, hoping that somehow, her grandfather’s most favorite Christmas song would help soothe her even further than the warm chunky socks she was wearing.

As the song started to play, y/n closed her eyes and thought of when she was a child and would stay with her grandparents around the holidays. Her grandmother would bake cookies and have the house all decorated with family heirlooms of Christmases past. The room she would stay in even had it’s own Christmas tree that y/n was allowed to decorate herself with all the special ornaments that her grandparents had bought just for her. She thought of the nights she watched her grandparents dance slowly to the crooning of Judy garland, Nat King Cole, Bing Crosby and others. It warmed her heart and showed her what to hold out for in a relationship. Everything about the Christmas season was supposed to be a time of joy, not sorrow.

Slowly, y/n opened her eyes and smiled to herself. Sure, kids may not be in the plan for her and Taron, but she had him and that’s all that mattered. Him and the slow dancing they’d do every night before bed as a way to connect with each other and just feel close to one another. It was magic for her and always made her heart happy. He was her world and as long as she had him, everything would be ok.

Standing up and walking to the kitchen to make herself another cup of hot chocolate, y/n’s phone rang. She pulled the device from her pocket and saw a facetime request from Taron. She chuckled and hit the green button. Soon his face appeared on the screen with Mari and Rosie sitting on either side of him. They had grown so much, and it always blew y/n’s mind when she saw them after a while.

“Hello you three. Are you having fun?” Y/n asked as she smiled at the trio. Mari and Rosie nodded their heads and Taron, well he rolled his eyes. Y/n could tell that it was done in playful jest.

“We got lots of last presents and we even got gingerbread house kits.” Mari told her sister-in-law gleefully, making y/n laugh. She loved Mari’s innocence, especially when it came to Christmas. Everything was new for her, even if she had celebrated the season before.

“That sounds like great fun. I’m glad you could do this today.” She told them but Taron could tell that something was off.

“Everything ok?” He asked. Y/n nodded and gave him her best convincing smile. He wasn’t sure but knew to leave it since the girls were with him.

“Listen, I have food in the oven for tonight so I’m going to that, and I’ll see you all later. I love you.” Y/n replied. It wasn’t a lie; she really did have food in the oven, but she truthfully just wanted to mope around the house some more so that it was mostly out of her system by the time that Taron got home.

“Ok love. Have fun. We love you too.” Taron said as the girls waved and blew kisses to y/n.

Y/n smiled warmly and waved back. Suddenly the screen went black, and she went back to her moping. Well, not really. She pulled the now cooked food out of the oven, turned the oven off and went to have a nap.

A couple hours later, y/n had woken up from her nap. She did feel better but the dream she had was surreal and made her wonder if it was more of a premonition than anything.

It was Christmas the next year and she and Taron were watching on as their baby was passed around like a parcel at a party. It was so vivid that y/n could see everything. The decorations, the house, the clothes that everyone was wearing and more so, she could see what their baby looked like. A beautiful mix of her and her husband.

The dream may have shaken y/n, but she wanted so desperately to believe that this was a premonition and not a falsehood that her mind had made up because of the unfortunate she received that morning. So, mustering up her courage, she took out her very last pregnancy test and went to the bathroom on very very shaky legs.

She took the test, closed the cap and waited for three minutes. Three very long and torturous minutes. She sat down on the edge of the tub and began picking at the skin around her fingers. Oh how she wished she wasn’t alone right now.

Just before the three-minute mark, her phone rang. It was Taron.

“Hi babe, how are you?” Y/n asked as calmly as she could, as to not give anything away.

“I’m alright but I’m calling to let you know that the girls and I are going to wrap gifts, which means I’ll be home later than I wanted to be.” Taron explained. Y/n smiled.

“Taron, stay as long as you want. I’ll be here when you get back.” Y/n replied.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes.” Y/n answered, looking down at the covered test on the counter. She wondered if she should tell Taron or keep it to herself in the smallest and slight chance that they were finally having a baby.

“What about dinner?” He asked, making y/n chuckle and look away from their possible future.

“Don’t worry about that T. I can always heat things up.” Y/n told him.

“I love you so much, Cariad.” He replied.

“I love you too, Taron. Now please, tell your mam and Guy I said hi and go have fun gift wrapping.” Y/n said warmly.

“I will and y/n?” Taron asked once more.

“Yes Taron?” Y/n questioned in reply.

“Whatever was bothering you earlier, just know that I’m here and it will work out. I promise.” He said, unknowingly calming her racing heart and nervous feelings.

“Thank you baby.” Y/n replied as they both bid their final goodbyes and hung up.

Y/n placed her phone on the counter and looked back at the test. She took a deep breath and just as she was about to uncover the results, she felt comforting hands on her back the way her grandparents would place their hands on her back when she was sad, scared or just needed comforting. This made her smile as she realized that were with her.

Y/n closed her eyes and removed the wrapper before slowly opening her eyes. She gasped and tears cascaded down her cheeks with pure joy and elation. She was pregnant. Taron was right, everything was going to work out.

From the moment that y/n found out about the baby, she grew giddy with happiness. She hardly knew what to do with herself. She had so many ideas over the years of how she was going to tell Taron but now, non of them felt good enough. This had to be special and memorable. Something neither of them would forget. Something worth telling this baby in the future when they asked how y/n told their dad that she was pregnant with them.

Frantically, y/n surfed Pinterest in the hopes that she would find something, but it was no use. All the ideas were good but seemed to cliché and too easy. He’d know right away, and she didn’t want that. She wanted a true surprise.

Y/n looked down at her belly and smiled as the tears grew once again. She placed her hand over her belly and felt a warmth spread through her body. She was actually pregnant. She and Taron had their miracle baby and what better season to find out than Christmas.

That’s when it came to her.

Y/n jumped back onto her laptop as soon as she hid all traces of the test from plain sight. She scrambled to find everything she needed for Taron’s Christmas Eve surprise.

The next morning, Y/n woke up to Taron puttering around the kitchen making breakfast. Of course he was typically dressed in his Christmas pajama onesie. The same one she was wearing and the same one she had found online the previous night and bought for the baby for next Christmas. It was only part of his gift, but she was so excited to be able to tell him. Only a few hours to go now.

“Morning baby.” Y/n greeted as she walked behind Taron and wrapped her arms around his waist, watching him as he flipped the French toast.

“How’d you sleep last night?” Taron asked as he set the spatula down and turned to face his wife.

“Pretty good. What about you?” Y/n asked but she already knew the answer.

Taron had always loved Christmas, but he loved Christmas eve even more because it meant family time and getting to open a gift before bed. There of course was more that he loved but opening an early gift was pretty damn sweet to Taron. He couldn’t wait to see what he’d get this year.

“I didn’t really sleep. Too excited for lunch at mam’s and dinner here with you.” He answered, making y/n nod her head and chuckle.

“I figured. You kept tossing and turning last night.” Y/n replied, looking up at him lovingly.

Taron smiled down at her and lowered his head so that he could kiss her lips ever so softly, in only the way that he could. Y/n loved that about him. No matter how passionate they were being, somehow and some way, his kisses always remained soft and delicate.

“I love you.” They both whispered as they pulled away from their kiss.

“Breakfast is ready. You hungry?” Taron asked, breaking the silence.

“Do you even have to ask. Of course I am.” She replied enthusiastically.

Y/n adored it when Taron cooked. He was good at it and everything he made always tasted beyond heavenly.

“Let’s eat then because I have plans for you and I before we leave for mam’s.” Taron said with a wink.

“Oh god, what now? Not ice skating again cause I am not, and I repeat not spending another night in A&E.” Y/n moaned, remembering how Taron broke his ankle in three places.

“Oh fuck no. Trimalleolar fractures are not fun, and I don’t intend on having it happen on the other foot, thanks.” He cringed, remembering the amount of pain he was in.

“Ok then. What do you planned for us?” Y/n asked, taking a bite of the toast and fruit on her plate.

“I thought that we could go and get massages together and maybe get a hot chocolate after and then head to mam’s for lunch. What do you think?” Taron asked, gaging y/n’s reaction.

She started tearing up. He was so thoughtful and sweet. The gesture meant so much to her as he knew she had been feeling the weight of the recent adoption failures.

“Aww love, don’t cry.” He cooed, reaching across the table to hold her hand. She sniffled and smiled at him.

“It just sounds so good to me, that’s all.” She assured him.

“Positive?” He asked, wanting to make absolute sure that she was ok.

Y/n nodded.

“I’m sure, honey. I’m ok.” She replied, making him smile in return.

Breakfast had now been consumed, dishes had been done and Taron and y/n had gotten themselves ready; and they were out the door and on their way to the massage place. Y/n couldn’t wait. She was so excited to have this done but she also made a mental note to somehow let the massage therapist know that she was pregnant without Taron fining out.

Once they arrived, the couple were told to take a seat as everything was still being set up. Y/n was secretly grateful that she and Taron were going to be in separate rooms from each other. It meant that she would be able to tell her therapist that she was pregnant without someone’s ears hearing the news before they should.

Taron held onto y/n’s hand and ran his thumb along the back of it gently.

“Hmmm, that feels so good.” Y/n said, noting the small gesture.

Taron chuckled and looked at her.

“I think we both need this. The past couple years have been pretty crazy.” He said, making y/n nod her head in agreement.

“You fucking say that again.” She replied.

Before either of them could say anything else, they were whisked away into their rooms and told to make themselves comfortable on the tables, ready for their massage therapists.

“Um, I actually have a question.” Y/n shyly asked one of the receptionists.

“What can I help you with?” The older lady asked friendly.

“I just found out that I’m having a baby and I read that there are certain positions that I shouldn’t lay in. Is there anyway I-“ Y/n started explaining.

The receptionist smiled brightly.

“Absolutely. I’ll go let your therapist know and then when she comes in, we can get you situated properly.” The lady spoke.

“Thank you so much.” Y/n replied as the lady walked out of the room.

Y/n remained in her spot as she waited and thankfully, she didn’t to wait too long for someone to come in.

“Hello, I’m Ava.”

“Hi.” Y/n replied as Ava moved around the room looking for the maternity items she needed for her.

“Alright, so if you get onto the table and lay on your back, I can slide this pillow under you, and we can get started.” Ava explained as she helped y/n.

The massage soon began, and y/n was sure she had never felt this light and relaxed in her life.

“Shit that felt good.” Y/n mumbled as she and Taron left the building and got settled into the car again.

“It really did. I think I even fell asleep. What about you?” Taron replied.

Y/n chuckled. Only Taron would fall asleep during something like that.

“I think I might just leave you for Ava. Her handy work was a million times better.” Y/n teased, earning a shocked gasp from Taron and a wide-eyed look.

“Are you challenging me?” He quipped.

Y/n shrugged.

“Maybe.” She smirked.

“Alright cheeky. Hot chocolate and mam’s.” Taron said as he started the car and turned the heat on; and began singing with the songs that played through the stereo speakers.

“Can we skip this bloody song, for the love of fuck.” Y/n gripped. She had well and truly had it with John Lennon’s rendition of the war is over. It was one of the songs she hated having to listen to at Christmas time.

“Spoil sport.” Taron mumbled playfully.

“You know how much I hate the song Taron.” Y/n said with humorlessly.

Taron was a little taken back at her tone.

“Are you ok?” Taron asked as he switched the station.

Y/n nodded.

“I’m sorry. It just irritates me.” Y/n said as she took hold of Taron’s left hand after it had left the radio button.

“No need to be sorry. We’re good.” He replied with a large smile on his face.

Soon they were pulling up to Tina’s and it was the greatest feeling ever. It gave her a sense of belonging. A sense of coming home to a family that loved and accepted her for who she was.

“I’m so glad you could come.” Tina cried as she ran outside and threw her arms around her daughter-in-law’s neck in a warm motherly embrace.

Y/n closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling. It was something she’d never take for granted again, especially since they almost lost Tina last year.

“I’m glad that we could as well.” Y/n said back as Tine broke the hug and walked inside with Taron and y/n following behind her like little ducklings.

Once they were inside with the coziness and the smell of freshly backed food and treats, Mari came running toward the couple for all she was worth.

“You made it.” She cheered, throwing her arms around her bother and y/n’s legs goofily.

The couple laughed in unison as Guy came around the corner with a beer in his hand.

“C’mon Maz, they just got in. Give them a chance to get settled, yeah.” Guy chided.

Mari listened to an extent and removed her right arm from y/n’s legs but then moved it so that she was now fully hugging her brother’s legs.

Guy simply rolled his eyes while y/n and Taron just laughed.

“You three have fun. I’m going to see if Tina needs help.” Y/n said as she walked off in the direction of the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, y/n saw Tina tossing the cranberries into the salad that she had made. It made her heart happy to know that Tina was still with them and as strong as ever. She was a feisty woman and knew how to fight. She had to do it plenty when Taron was a boy.

“Hello missy.” Tina said, not glancing up from the food.

Y/n beamed at the nickname. It was one that Tina had given her when they first met. It was one that she was going to cherish for the rest of her life. It meant a lot to her.

“Need any help?” Y/n asked, coming to stand next to Tina.

“If you could pour the gravy into the gravy boat and put the cranberry sauce into the bowl, that would be great.” Tina replied.

Y/n nodded and got to work adding things where they needed to be.

“Mam, help me.” Taron cried from the living room.

Both y/n and Tina looked at each other and then dashed for him. When they reached the room, they saw both Rosie and Mari tackling him and even Nelly and Goldie had gotten in on the action and were trying mercilessly to lick Taron’s face.

And Guy? He of course was documenting it by taking copious amounts of photos for memory sake.

“He seems ok to me.” Y/n said to Tina through her laughter.

“Am not!” Taron shouted into the carpet in the hopes that it would deter the dogs, but it didn’t work.

Mari had gotten of her brother for a split second before jumping on him hard enough to make him lift his head and groan loudly, giving Nelly ample access to his face.

“Ok Mari, I think that’s enough. You’re going to hurt your brother.” Tina said as she ushered the girls away.

“But we were having fun.” Mari whined as she and Rosie were told to wash up for lunch.

With Taron still laying on his belly trying to fight the dogs away, y/n took her chance and laid right on top of him, making sure to teasingly jab his ribs with her elbow.

“Oi you.” Taron whined as he wriggled to try and get away from her.

“What? I didn’t do anything.” Y/n chuckled.

“Yes you did. You elbowed me.” Taron said as he turned his head to face her and jutted his lip out in a pout.

“Aww, you poor baby.” Y/n cooed as she leaned in and began peppering his face with kisses, making the 33-year-old laugh heartily.

“Lunch!” Tina called, rescuing her son yet again but this time from the amount of love his wife was smothering him with. The laughter warming her heart.

Taron and y/n stood up and walked hand in hand to join the others.

Lunch was enjoyed by everyone. Taron’s uncle Phil had made the Turkey and stuffing just as he always had, Tina had made her special dishes and this year, Mari, Rosie and Guy had made a very special dessert that included four different types of chocolate, tons and tons of colourful sprinkles thanks to Mari. Of course the cookies that y/n had made and decorated had sat cutely in the middle of all the wonderful dessert spread.

Now, almost 4 hours later, the couple were ready for their special and annual Christmas Eve dinner.

“I enjoyed that. It was so fun.” Y/n said as she and Taron moved around the kitchen getting everything ready.

What Taron didn’t know was that y/n had planned for them to ‘run out’ of egg nog, which was an essential part of their meal.

“Taron, there’s no egg nog.” Y/n said as she searched the fridge, making it look legit.

“Well there was some this morning.” He said.

“Where, cause I’m telling you right now, there is nothing there.” She said, motioning to the fridge.

Taron sighed and walked to the fridge and sure enough, y/n was right.

“How long until the food is done?” Taron asked.

“About 15 minutes.” She replied.

“Ok, I’ll go right now and get some more.” He said, hurrying to get his coat on.

“Thank you honey, I love you.” Y/n said as she helped him.

Taron smiled and gave her a quick kiss before heading out the door. Y/n waved to him and then got to work setting everything up.

She placed the baby items where she wanted them and then she went over to the tree and placed the special ornament on it that she had bought a few years ago when they first started trying.

Y/n was very pleased with her handy work and by the time Taron got back from the egg nog run, she had set the table with a setting for her, a setting for Taron and a setting for the baby. She even went as far as putting a small little glass next the baby sized plate.

She smiled to herself as Taron entered the house, shaking off the snow that had begun falling.

“Never again. It’s bloody busy out there.” He grumbled, handing the drink to his wife, kicking off his boots and getting settled.

“At least we have some now and you’re back in good timing too because dinner is all ready.” Y/n said as she walked to their dining table.

Taron followed behind her soon after and sat down his place, not even noticing the extra place.

Y/n and Taron dug soon dug into their food and oh boy did they enjoy it and to y/n’s dismay, Taron didn’t really notice anything different about the table set up. In his defence though, the table had so many delicious food dishes on it, that it was hard to notice anything else.

“So, what’s your Christmas wish this year?” Y/n asked as took more mashed potatoes.

“If I tell you, it won’t come true.” Taron said with a hint of mischief in his eye.

Y/n blushed and looked down at her food.

“I love it when you blush.” Taron said, only making y/n blush harder.

“Changing the subject, I can’t wait to see what you got me for Christmas.” Y/n said.

Taron winked at her and smirked.

“Oh god Taron, you horny bastard.” Y/n replied making Taron laugh out loud.

“Oh hush, you know you love it.” He said.

Y/n rolled her eyes and continued eating, as did Taron.

When dinner was done and Taron and y/n were cozy in their Christmas pajamas once again, they settled in front of the tv to watch their (Taron’s) favorite Christmas movie, ‘A Muppet Christmas Carol.’

Y/n cuddled into Taron’s side as he sang along with the songs and laughed at the funny parts. To y/n watching the movie wasn’t the best thing of the season, it was Taron’s adorable reactions to the movie that made it the best.

Taron noticed that his wife had been staring at him and smiling. He looked down at her and frowned in confusion.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing. Can’t a girl just admire her handsome husband?” Y/n asked in reply.

It was Taron’s turn to blush and go all shy.

“Yeah, you can but why?” He asked softly.

“Because I love you and just want to look at you.” She replied truthfully.

“Love you too.” He repeated and turned back to the tv, but y/n took the remote from his hands and paused it again.

“Hey.” Taron whined. He just wanted to watch the movie.

“Don’t hey me. I’m bored and want to open gifts.” Y/n said, now feeling impatient for Taron’s reaction to the baby news.

“We can do that after the movie is done.” Taron replied.

Y/n sighed and got off the sofa.

“C’mon, please. I really want to see what you got for me.” She whined.

Taron chuckled.

“Then we’ll never finish the movie.” He responded.

Y/n didn’t say anything, instead she gave him her best and biggest puppy eyes that she could muster. Did it work? Not at first but as she sighed and slumped her shoulders walking back to him in defeat, looking genuinely gutted, he gave in and stood up to retrieve his gift for her.

“Here, Merry Christmas.” He said, feeling bad.

Y/n smiled at him and took the gift bag.

“Thank you.” She said as he sat next to her and put the blanket back over their laps.

“You’re welcome. I hope you like it.” He replied.

Y/n moved the tissue paper out of the way and pulled out a small box. She furrowed her brow. The way he went on about his gift made her think that it was lingerie or something of that sort, but it appeared that she was wrong.

She continued opening the gift and when she got to the contents, her smile faltered.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you like it?” Taron asked, feeling a tad hurt.

Y/n looked at him.

“No, I do but I wasn’t expecting this. That’s all.” She replied as she surveyed the item.

Taron didn’t look convinced.

“Please don’t look so sad Taron. I really do love the wallet.” She told him, putting her gift down so that she could place her hands on his stubbled cheeks. She leaned in and kissed him.

“You sure you like it?” He asked after they pulled apart.

Y/n nodded and smiled.

“I can’t wait to use it.” She told him honestly.

He smiled smally at her in return as she got up to get her gift for him. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for.

“I know it looks big but it’s really not. It’s the only box the store had.” She explained, sitting down beside him just as he had done minutes before.

“The box puts mine to shame.” Taron said as he opened the lid.

“Yours isn’t shameful Taron.” Y/n said, waiting for his reaction.

“I made it you know.” He replied.

“Made what?” She asked.

Taron stopped what he was doing and looked at y/n.

“The box and the wallet.” He answered.

Y/n was surprised.

“Truly?” She asked and he nodded.

“It was some leather workshop thing that Dien thought would be fun to for his stag.” Taron said.

“See, that’s not shameful, that’s impressive Taron.” Y/n replied.

She had to laugh inwardly as the date of Dien’s stag do also happened to be the night that she and Taron conceived their Christmas miracle.

“Thanks. We had to make the boxes too.” He said.

“Well, you did a great job honey. Thank you.” She countered, gently patting his blanket clad knee.

“You’re welcome.” He said before going back to opening his gift.

Y/n watched and waited as Taron took layer upon layer of tissue paper out of the box and placed it on the coffee table, ready to be folded back up.

“What the hell do you have in here?” He asked.

“Your gift, dummy.” She replied, making him scoff playfully.

“I know that but why so mu-“ He started to say as he removed the last piece of tissue paper and saw what was inside. Things that once belonged to him. Things that he didn’t think he’d see again.

“Where’d you find these?” Taron asked.

“Your mam found them when she was going through the attic. She called me and asked if we’d like them. I said yes and decided that it would make a good gift.” Y/n explained. Taron placed the box on the coffee table and leaned forward, throwing his arms around his wife in a tight hug.

“I love it, thank you.” He said, pulling away.

“You’re welcome but there’s more.” She said.

Taron’s brow furrowed and he picked the box back up and dug through it until his eyes landed on two smaller wrapped gifts.

“That’s not fair, I only gave you one gift when I get three.” He said, making y/n smile.

“Just shut up and open them.” She replied.

Taron chuckled and did as he was told. First beginning with the wrapping that contained a smaller version of his and y/n’s Christmas pajamas.

“Aww, that’s cute.” He said, not thinking anything of it. He just figured it was for their future adopted baby.

“I think so too which is why I got it.” Y/n replied as she watched Taron begin to open the pregnancy test.

When he ripped open the end with the blue cap, his heart stopped. Surely this was some cruel prank. He stopped and locked eyes with y/n who now had her phone up, most likely filming him or taking photos.

“Please tell me this isn’t a prank.” He said, very much on the verge of tears.

“It’s not a prank.” Y/n replied, giggling in nervousness.

“It’s not?” Taron asked as the tears began spilling from his eyes and cascading down his cheeks.

Y/n shook her head as Taron dropped the test and buried his face in his hands and started hysterically crying, making y/n’s own tears fall from her eyes.

She knew that his reaction would be a good one, but she had no idea that he’d start crying the way that he was now. It made her feel bad.

Y/n turned her phone off, set it down and moved to wrap her arms around Taron’s still crying body.

“Oh love.” Y/n whispered, rubbing Taron’s back in consolation.

“I’m so happy.” Taron cried as he hid his face in y/n shoulder.

“Is this better then that Christmas wish you didn’t want to tell me? Y/n teased joyfully.

“This was the wish.” He sniffled, composing himself long enough to give his wife the biggest kiss he could muster.

“I could love you more than I do in this moment.” Taron said as he broke the kiss and tucked strands of hair behind y/n’s ears. He was over the moon with this life changing news.

“I feel the same, but you want to know something funny?” Y/n replied. Taron nodded.

“Sure.” He said as he sniffled once more.

Y/n dug into her pocket and pulled out a tissue and handed it to Taron.

“If I did my math correctly, the wallet and it’s box weren’t the only things you made that day.” Y/n told him, chuckling.

Taron blew his nose and laughed as well.

“You know what I think?” He asked.

“What?” Y/n said.

“I think we should turn the movie off and celebrate.” He replied, leaning in to place his lips upon y/n’s in a tender yet lust filled kiss.

“Yes please.” Y/n muttered as Taron’s lips hovered over hers tantalizingly.

“Merry Christmas baby.” Taron replied, finally placing his lips on hers once more.

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