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pop-pop-pop-popculture · 3 years ago

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FINAL Met Gala List by Me

These are the celebrities I would invite and would not invite if I was in charge of the list. As of 2018, Anna stated that celebrities below the age of 18 are not allowed to attend, and I say that because there are three film stars who are below 18 that I would love to invite but cannot. Now, without further ado... the list.

The first 200 celebrities attending are...

Anya Taylor-Joy

Zendaya

Sadie Sink

Elle Fanning

Dakota Fanning

Margot Robbie

AnnaSophia Robb

Sarah Hyland

Lily Collins

Madelaine Petsch

Camila Mendes

Saoirse Ronan

Melissa McCarthy

Florence Pugh

Rebecca Ferguson

Halle Berry

Keke Palmer

Miranda Cosgrove

Madison Pettis

Sadie Sink

Awkwafina

Amy Adams

Jessica Alba

Jessica Chastain

Phillipa Soo

Lupita Nyong’o

Gal Gadot

Anna Kendrick

Blake Lively

Jessica Biel

Ariel Winter

Winona Ryder

Zoe Saldana

Charlize Theron

Natalia Dyer

Nicole Kidman

Emilia Clarke

Gugu Mbatha-Raw

Idina Menzel

Viola Davis

Emily Blunt

Sofía Vergara

Meryl Streep

Anne Hathaway

Amanda Seyfried

Constance Wu

Elizabeth Olsen

Ana de Armas

Karen Gillan

Beanie Feldstein

Lin-Manuel Miranda

Hugh Jackman

Daveed Diggs

Jared Leto

Finn Wolfhard

Tom Holland

James McAvoy

Leslie Odom Jr.

Regé-Jean Page

Ryan Reynolds

Chris Hemsworth

KJ Apa

Idris Elba

David Harbour

Caleb McLaughlin

Bill Skarsgård

Alexander Skarsgård

John Krasinski

Stanley Tucci

Charlie Heaton

Robert Downey Jr.

Taron Egerton

Selena Gomez

Ariana Grande

Beyoncé

Rihanna

Halle Bailey

Chloe Bailey

Alessia Cara

Alicia Keys

Céline Dion

Taylor Swift

Lady Gaga

Ciara

Cassie

Elton John

The Weeknd

Lily-Rose Depp

Cara Delevingne

Taylor Hill

Elsa Hosk

Josephine Skriver

Romee Strijd

Jasmine Tookes

Lais Ribeiro

Sara Sampaio

Heidi Klum (does she even still model?)

Candice Swanepoel

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley

Behati Prinsloo

Miranda Kerr

Adut Akech

Paloma Elsesser

Kaia Gerber

Adriana Lima

Alessandra Ambrosio

Gisele Bündchen

Valentina Sampaio

Karlie Kloss (does she even still model?)

Gigi Hadid

Bella Hadid

Kendall Jenner

Lily Aldridge

Soo Joo Park

Paris Jackson

Daphne Groeneveld

Blanca Padilla

Sophie Turner

Nick Jonas

Jennifer Lopez

Billie Eilish

Billy Porter

Zoë Kravitz

Tiffany Haddish

Dakota Johnson

Kerry Washington

Mindy Kaling

Donatella Versace

Anna Wintour

Vera Wang

Tory Burch

Benedict Cumberbatch

Serena Williams

Kasey Musgraves

Katy Perry

Frank Ocean

Julianne Moore

Michael B. Jordan

Jordan Peele

Janelle Monáe

Ashley Graham

Mary-Kate Olsen

Ashley Olsen

Jennifer Connelly

Irina Shayk

Diane von Furstenberg

Gabrielle Union-Wade

Jeremy Scott (designer for Moschino)

Katie Holmes

Emily Ratajkowski

Gwen Stefani

Julia Garner

Angelina Jolie

Alicia Vikander

Lizzo

Adwoa Aboh

Jourdan Dunn

RuPaul

Solange Knowles

Billie Lourd

Daisy Ridley

John Boyega

Emma Stone

Bri Larson

Rita Ora

Dua Lipa

Naomi Scott

Law Roach

Kate Moss

Victoria Beckham

David Beckham

Mila Kunis

Natalie Portman

Zoey Deutch

Halsey

Michelle Williams

Kiernan Shipka

Rachel McAdams

Florence Welch

Danielle Bernstein (@weworewhat on Instagram)

Grace Elizabeth

Joey King

Dan Stevens

Christian Siriano

Jeremy Scott

Alessandro Michele (designer for Gucci)

Miuccia Prada

Elie Saab

Iris Van Herpen

Han Chong (designer for Self-Portrait)

Maria Grazia Chiuri (designer for Christian Dior)

Anthony Vaccarello (designer for Saint Laurent)

Silvia Ventura Fendi

Giambattista Valli

Zuhair Murad

Virginie Viard (designer for Chanel)

Ben Affleck

Elaine Welteroth

Nina Garcia

Imaan Hammam

A boyfriend, wife, etc. is allowed as a +1 for the attendees.

Now, here is who I would NOT invite:

Justin Bieber

Hailey Baldwin

Cole Sprouse

Lili Reinhart

Kim Kardashian

Khloé Kardashian

Kriss Jenner

Caitlyn Jenner

Kylie Jenner

Emma Chamberlain

Addison Rae

Charlie D'Amelio (she’s a minor anyhow, but even if she was 18 or older, she still doesn’t deserve to be invited. 😊)

Dixie D'Amelio

James Charles

Cardi B

Nicki Minaj

Miley Cyrus

Priyanka Chopra

Jeffree Star

ALL social media influencers (YouTube, TikTok, Instagram)

Lena Dunham

Pharrell Williams

Chrissy Teigen

Kanye West

Demi Lovato

Doutzen Kroes

Ezra Miller

Winnie Harlow

Chloë Grace Moretz

Johnny Depp

Amber Heard

Armie Hammer

Kristen Stewart

Travis Scott

Emma Roberts

Tom Cruise

Olivia Rodrigo

Hailee Steinfeld

Henry Cavill

Alida Morberg (Bill Skarsgård’s problematic "girlfriend")

David Dobrik

Madison Beer

Domenico Dolce

Stefano Gabbana

Dove Cameron

Sabrina Carpenter

Lil Nas X

Harry Styles

Olivia Wilde

Alexander Wang

Justin Timberlake

Camila Cabello

Shawn Mendes

Madonna

Justin Timberlake

Adam Levine

Sebastian Stan

Alejandra Onieva

This was so fun yet challenging that I might make a part two!

♡ August 26, 2021 September 3, 2021 ♡

#text #personal #2021 #pop culture #met gala #fashion industry

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a-fragile-little-teacup · 3 years ago

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Looking for Mutuals

Hi!

I'm Kyli. Nice to meet you.

I am currently looking for mutuals, so I thought I'd make a post kind of introducing myself. So, if you think we'd get along, shoot me a message. Thanks.

Basic Info:

My name's Kyli.

I'm 19.

I'm a Capricorn (Sun in Capricorn, moon in Pisces, and rising in Aquarius; I know some people are really into that stuff).

I'm bisexual.

I'm a writer.

I love film and theatre and music.

I have been to 16 concerts since 2016

Some of my Favorite Shows:

Arrowverse (The Flash, Arrow, Supergirl, etc.)

Prodigal Son

Criminal Minds

Supernatural

House MD

Bones

Heartstopper

The Blacklist

SMASH

Gilmore Girls

The Mandalorian

Some of my Favorite Movies:

Rocketman

Bohemian Rhapsody

Horror Films in general

DCEU (Specifically: Joker, Wonder Woman, Justice League)

Newsies

Hairspray

Booksmart

Edge of Seventeen

X-Men Films

Some Actors/Actresses That I Love:

Taron Egerton

James McAvoy

Anya Taylor-Joy

Rami Malek

Hailee Steinfeld

Anna Kendrick

Alexander Calvert

Rachel Zegler

Andrew Garfield

Some of my Favorite Musicians/Artists:

dodie

Set It Off

As It Is

Ice Nine Kills

Taylor Swift

NateWantstoBattle

Lizzy McAlpine

Orla Gartland

Tessa Violet

Against the Current

Elton John

Alanis Morissette

Starkid

ABBA

Scene Queen

The Wrecks

Queen

These lists are just to start conversation. If you're wondering if I'm into a certain show or something, just ask.

I hope to hear from some people! Thank you!

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whateveridreamup · 4 years ago

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The Job Offer

Hi There

Here is the first post for my new story, centered around Taron and a main female character named Claire. There will be many (many) more chapters to come, centered around themes of friendship, lust, and eventual love. This is Part 1 of the first Chapter, as the introduction is a little long.

I hope you like it! Send me any comments you have :-)

*Disclaimer- I don’t know Taron, have never met him, and this is just a work of complete fiction

The Job Offer- Chapter 1 (Part 1)

“Higher! Higher Mummy!” giggled Isabella

“I’m not sure I can…bounce…any…HIGHER!” Claire replied as she gave one final almighty stomp on the trampoline, sending her and Tom flying high in the air. The screeches of joy that escaped them were like music to Claire’s ears. Hearing her children’s laugh and giggle was truly the best sound in the world.

She was interrupted from their bouncing by the sound of her phone ringing on the trampoline step. Peering at the screen through the trampoline net, she could see the name of one of her colleagues, Amy, flash on the screen. Odd, she thought. She didn’t often get calls from her, especially on a Sunday afternoon.

“Hang on a minute you two, I’ll just answer this and see what my friend wants. You guys keep playing, I won’t be long.”

The kids happily went back to their game as Claire removed herself from the trampoline enclosure rather ungracefully, grateful for the fact that no one could see how uncoordinated she looked doing it. She grabbed the phone off the step and pressed to answer it.

“Hi Amy, how are you?” Claire answered, slightly breathless.

“Claire, hello!...Are you ok? Have I caught you at a bad time?”

“No not at all” She replied “Just playing with the kids in the backyard, enjoying this beautiful weather. What are you up to?” She enquired, trying to figure out what she could possibly be calling her for on the weekend. They saw each other once a week at the school they both worked at, but it was unusual for them to call each other outside of those times.

“I’m actually just home from a meeting. It’s what I’m calling you about actually. Have you got a minute to talk? I’ve got a bit of a work offer for you” Amy explained, her tone hopeful.

Well now she had her intrigued. “I sure do- What’s happening?” She asked as she sat down on the bench seat in the yard.

“Well, I’ve been offered a job- a sort of tutoring or home schooling set up for a family that has moved out to Sydney all the way from Wales. They have moved here for the Dads work and are out here for around six months.”

“Wales?? My gosh that’s a long way to come- how one earth did you score this job?” Claire interrupted her, wondering out loud.

“Long story- basically my Aunty is friends with a friend of their family, they were looking for a tutor and my name got thrown out there. Lovely family. They have two girls, aged 8 and 10.” she added.

“The job is for four days a week, starting immediately, and going for around 5 months until Feb I think at this stage? Anyway, I had accepted the job and was meant to start tomorrow, but now Michael has been offered a huge design job for our business, and I really need to work on that with him full time for the next couple of months.”

“Oh” replied Claire “Well that’s awesome for Michael and for your business, Isn’t it?” Claire asked, noticing the angst in Amy’s voice as she spoke.

“Well yes, it’s amazing for us,” She acknowledged “But as you can probably figure out by now, I’m in a bit of a mess. I’ve committed to this teaching job and the family are relying on me, but I really need to take on this work with Michael because our business really needs it.” She paused for a second before asking her the big question “So I was wondering……Would YOU have any interest in taking on the teaching job?”

The question caught her off guard, and she felt her jaw job and her eyes widen in surprise. This was certainly not a question Claire had been expecting to be asked today. She was silent for a moment as she let her thoughts gather. Although the offer had taken her by surprise, Claire was certainly not unhappy about it. She had been working across two different schools as an emergency teacher for the past couple of years, trying to consistently build up four solid days of work a week to keep the family finances ticking over on her single income. Finding a school that could cater to that for her, whilst also allowing some flexibility in days or hours was a task she had found near impossible.

She shook her head, a little stunned by the offer her friend had presented her with. “Wow...I’m a little shocked actually Amy. What made you think of me?”

“Well,” She responded “I remember you mentioning to me in the staff room the other week how you would love to be a little more settled with work, and not have to be in two different places every week. When I was thinking of someone that could potentially take over this job for me- someone that I trust and that I know is a great teacher, and someone that might like the stability of this kind of work, you came to mind straight away.”

“Gosh I’m flattered” Claire replied honestly “I guess the main question I have is what the hours would be for a job like this? I’m not sure how I’d go working longer than school hours- there is only so much I can rely on the grandparents for drop off and pickups and babysitting duties….”

“Oh no the hours are great” Amy interrupted her “The family are really flexible- they only want someone four days a week like I said, from 10 until around 2, so you could still drop your kids off and pick them up from school. You wouldn’t even need to ask the grandparents to help out with that anymore. Or send them to before or after school care.’ She added, trying to make the job sound even more appealing to her.

Claire was silent as she took in this additional information. She really was making this sound almost too good to be true.

“And as another note” She added “The salary they are offering is excellent, too- well above emergency teaching rates. AND, they have rented a place out in Lane Cove, so not too far from you, either! See? Doesn’t it just sound perfect?” She probed gently, trying to gauge Claire’s response.

Claire chuckled as she listened to Amy trying to talk it up as much as possible. It was true that she was listing many of the things Claire had been searching for in a job. If she took on this position, she could stop doing emergency teaching and settle into the one job, and still have one day a week to herself to sort out the house, shopping, and anything else the kids or her family needed from her. It would also mean relying less on her families help with the kids, and more importantly, more stability for her- something she had been trying to achieve for the past two years.

Amy could hear her friend silent on the other end of the phone and started to worry.

“I’ve overwhelmed you a little, haven’t I. I’m sorry. Would you like some time to think about it and call me back?” she offered.

Claire didn’t need any longer to think about it. She knew that offers like this didn’t just come up all the time- to turn it down would be foolish.

“No, no, my mind is just racing with all you have said...but I’m definitely interested” She replied confidently.

“Oh, that’s BRILLIANT!” Amy exclaimed. “I just had a good feeling about calling you!”

The two girls stayed chatting on the phone for another 10 minutes, talking through some more details about what kind of work would be expected from Claire, what she already knew about the two children and their schoolwork in Wales, and a promise to send through some of the background work she had been researching on the curriculum in Wales. As they started to wind up their call, Amy left her with the phone number of Tina, the mother of the family.

“I’ll give them a call now and let them know that you are interested, and maybe I’ll set up a meeting for you both, say…tomorrow, if you’re sure that’s alright with you?”

“Perfect” Claire replied, a huge grin on her face.

As the two girls hung up, Claire looked over at her kids, now happily playing tag with each other. Life had certainly been chaotic for the three of them over the past couple of years. She knew that some form of steady job that didn’t involve her working in a different place every day, was exactly what she and the children needed right now. The idea of being able to work with just two children, and really help them to progress in their academic work was also incredibly appealing and exciting. She let out a long, heavy sigh, her mind racing and full of anticipation. She stood up from the bench and walked back over to her children.

“Come on you two!” She called out to them “Let’s go and start making dinner together. I’m thinking hamburgers- that work for you two?” She asked, knowing full well what the response would be.

“All RIGHT!” Exclaimed Tom, a huge grin erupting on his face. She smiled back at them both as they ran past her into the house, wondering how she had gotten so lucky to have two such awesome kids.

After dinner Claire received a text from Amy to say that the family were happy to meet with her tomorrow as a sort of interview. She noted down the families address which was only around 15 minutes from her place, and mentally planned her outfit for tomorrow in her head. She wanted to make a good first impression, as the more she thought about her chat with Amy, the more she started to really want the job.

Once her children were both fast asleep, their lunches made for school the next day and the house looking somewhat tidier than it had looked earlier, she sat down with her computer and started to do some preparation for the interview. She opened the email Amy had sent her with her notes on the Welsh Curriculum, and studied it carefully, wanting to prepare herself as much as possible for tomorrows meeting. From what she could understand, it aligned quite nicely with the Australian curriculum in Numeracy and Literacy, with similar expectations for student achievement at each age bracket. After making some notes in her work planner, she finally packed it up and got herself ready for bed. The prospect of a job interview the next day and a possible new job arising from it had her buzzing, and she found it difficult to sleep. When sleep finally did overtake her, her thoughts were focused on new beginnings and all the exciting opportunities that could arise from it.

#taron #taron egerton #taronegerton #fanfic #taron egerton fanfiction #taron egerton fanfic

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taronsheart · 5 years ago

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“Just breathe, okay?” maybe?

Just One More

Ship: Taron x women reader

Word Count: 274

Additional Tags: soft, child, birth, tears, crying, fluff, hand holding, smiles

A/N: now this one was realllyyyyy short i’m so sorry about that. idk how i feel about this one, but here you go. hope you like it❤️

“Push!!” the doctor says.

You are currently giving birth to you and Taron's first baby. Sitting in a hospital bed, gripping Taron’s hand and focusing on bringing a new human into the world. You are using all of the strength in your body to push as hard as you can.

“Just breathe, okay. I love you. You are doing so good baby,” Taron encourages you.

“I love you too Taron,” you reply.

Taron loves that even though you are under a lot of pressure and stress, you still say I love you to him. It’s one of his favorite things about you. He grips your hand even more.

“One more!” the doctor announces.

“You got this,” Taron comforts you.

And with that, you push as hard as you can, and you hear the sweet sound of a baby crying. You and Taron start crying out of pure relief and joy. The doctor tells the new father to cut the umbilical cord, and he does exactly that. The doctor then places your daughter on your chest, and you gently nurture it with tears running down your cheeks and a smile. After a while, the doctor takes the baby to clean it up and wrap her into a blanket. Once the baby is cared for, she is back on your chest and crying for a bit until she feels comfortable with you. Your newborn is now resting its eyes, and you carefully stroke her little head.

“Welcome to the world Rose,” you whisper and look over to your husband with a weak smile.

“We made that,” he says with a big grin on his face.

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babybluebex · 4 years ago

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Thunder

pairing: taron egerton x reader (Y/N)

summary: the night of the academy awards, you have some big news to tell your boyfriend.

word count: 1078

warnings: none? pregnancy ig

a/n: ok pretend that taron was nominated for best actor at the oscars, suspension of disbelief people. also this is pure fluff so yeah

The auditorium was buzzing with conversations at every corner, and I could only look around me and stare. I was surrounded by so many people that I had idolized for years, and it felt surreal to even be here at all. The Academy Awards were a big deal, especially to my boyfriend and his friends, and I could feel Taron shaking with excitement. I looked to him to see him leaning forward to talk to Elton over Bernie, and I laid a gentle hand on his knee. My touch made him pause his conversation, and he looked to me with pure excitement in his green eyes.

“Thank you for coming,” Taron whispered. He took my hand and raised it to his lips, and he kissed my knuckles. “It means so much to me, lovie.”

“Did you think I would miss this?” I laughed. “The Academy Awards, Tar. If nothing else, I get to hang out with Rich.” At the mention of his name, Richard tuned into our conversation, and he smiled widely. “But, really, babe. I’m so incredibly proud of you, in a way that words just can’t express.”

“Yeah, Taron,” Richard said. “You’ve done good, mate.”

Taron’s cheeks turned red and he smiled again, and he softly kissed my cheek. “Go give Elton a kiss,” he told me. “He deserves it as much as I do.”

“You’re giving me permission to kiss Elton John?” I laughed. “Best boyfriend ever.”

“Oh, please,” Taron scoffed. “I know that you’d leave me in a heartbeat if Elton offered.”

I kissed Taron’s chin and quickly stood up, and I moved past him and gave Bernie a quick kiss on the cheek. “Hi, Bern,” I said with a smile. “Congratulations on everything. And you, Mr. John!”

Elton turned to me and extended his hands, and I wrapped him a big hug. “Congrats, Elton,” I said. “I am so proud of you.”

Elton pulled out of the hug and briefly kissed my lips. Taron had never had a problem with Elton kissing me like that, even when the press made a big deal out of it, and Taron said that, since he kissed me so regularly, and Elton always kissed me, he was basically kissing Elton John (which, apparently, was a dream for him). “Congratulations to you, dear,” Elton told me. “Taron is a hell of a lad. I’m happy for you both.”

I smiled and whispered, “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course.”

I leaned in and cupped my hand by his ear, sure that Taron was watching us. He was particularly good at reading lips, and I wanted to keep the surprise. “I’m pregnant,” I whispered. “And I’m going to tell Taron tonight.”

Elton laughed, and he said, “Your secret is safe with me, doll. Go back and give your man a big kiss from me.”

I nodded and kissed Elton once more, and I moved back to my seat. I quickly put my hand on the back of Taron’s neck and kissed him, and Taron laughed before kissing back. “Kiss for the cameras, huh?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “Just for you. You know that, if it was for the cameras, it would be a lot more than that.” I took Taron’s hand and held it tightly as the lights dimmed back down, signaling the return from commercial break. Taron’s foot was shaking as it usually did when he was nervous, and I laid a gentle hand on his thigh. It was flattering to know that even my gentlest touch helped soothe Taron, and he let out a heavy breath.

“And the nominees for Best Actor are… Taron Egerton, Rocketman!”

There was raucous applause as the Rocketman scene played on screens all around the auditorium, and Taron’s smile was a mile wide. The other nominees were announced, but I was certain that my Thunder would win. “And the winner is… Joaquin Phoenix!”

Taron smiled and clapped, but I knew how upset he was. He wasn’t selfish or full of himself, but he had wanted to win the Oscar so badly. It hurt to know just how upset he was under the facade of joy for Joaquin.

During the next commercial break, I watched as Taron scratched at the scar on his eyebrow. “Hey,” I said gently. “It’s okay, love. I know you’re upset.”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “I am. But Joaquin deserved it.”

“So did you, though,” I said. “I’m so sorry, Tar. I… I know this fucking sucks, but I have something that might make you feel better.”

“What is that?” Taron asked.

I couldn’t contain my smile or the tears in my eyes, and I knew that Miss Jo Baker would fuss at me for messing up my mascara. “Taron,” I said softly. “You’re gonna be a dad.”

Taron blinked. He didn’t seem like he fully grasped what I had said. “I…” He said finally and swallowed heavily. “I am? Me?”

“Yes,” I laughed. “You, baby.”

“You-You’re--” Taron stuttered, and he raked his fingers through his hair. “I am!”

“Yes,” I nodded quickly.

“You’re what, mate?” Richard asked, leaning over me to speak to Taron, and Taron let out a gleeful laugh.

“Y/N--” Taron began and laughed again.

Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to say the words for a moment, I turned to Rich. “I told him that I’m pregnant,” I said, earning me another laugh from Taron. “And he’s losing it a little, I think.”

“Elton!” Taron called. “I’m gonna-- We’re having a baby!”

He turned back to me, as if remembering that I was the biggest factor in the baby equation, and he clutched my face and kissed me deeply. It was a deep and long kiss, one that attracted cameras, and I giggled. “Thank you,” Taron whispered. “Thank you, Y/N, thank you.”

“Well, it’s sort of your fault,” I chuckled.

“Oh, really?” Taron said. “You told me that you were on the pill.”

“I am!” I said. “I mean, I was.”

“Whatever,” Taron laughed. “One way or another, we’re having a baby. Doesn’t matter who’s fault it is.”

“Taron,” A reporter called. “How do you feel about losing Best Actor to Joaquin Phoenix?”

“I don’t care,” Taron replied, still gazing at me. “Life has more important things in it to worry about. Joaquin deserved the win, and I’m happy for him.”

“Well, you seem happy about something else,” the reporter said. “Care to share?”

“Yes, I actually do care,” Taron said. “I won’t be sharing this for a while.”

#taron #taron egerton #rocketman #elton john #kingsmen #eggsy unwin #robin hood #robin of loxley #fanfiction #rpf #mine

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margseliserobbie · 4 years ago

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Recast Wolf

Jordan: Sebastian (he loves Leo <3) @sebasstan or Chace Crawford @chacecrawfcrd

Naomi: Megan Fox @foxmegan or Anya Taylor Joy @anyajoyz

Donny: Taron Egerton @tronegerton

Brad: Charlie Hunnam @thathunnamguy or Kit Harington @kit-x-harington

Chester: Charles Melton @yocharlesmelton

Teresa: Adelaide Kane @adevkane

Mark Hanna: Chris Evans @chrisxrevans

Nicky: Pete Davidson @kingpete

Max: Pierce Brosnan @piercebrosnan-hf

Patrick (FBI guy): Dan Stevens @famestevensx

Captain Ted: Jensen Ackles @ackles-hf

#//i hope I got the right usernames hahaha #//im def missing one or two #//i couldnt think of anyone for Aunt Emma!#Anonymous

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dreamingabouttaron · 4 years ago

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The Assistant Part 2

You managed to get through your first day as an agent’s assistant without any major hiccups. You answered the phone, replied to emails, pre-read prospective scripts for your clients. As the last few minutes ticked by, you began to gather your belonging from your desk and wave goodbye to your new boss and fellow co-workers. As you leave the building, you feel a huge sense of relief rush over your body. You dig out your headphones from that morning and carefully plug them back into your phone as you make your way back to the tube station.

The journey back home was fairly simple. The usual rush of people making their ways back to the warmth of their homes, the usual suffocating feeling you get when everyone rams themselves onto the already packed carriage but the unusual sense of pride warms you as you go. Reflecting on the days events fills you with joy, you’re finally doing what you have already wanted to do. And to top it off, meeting the ever so handsome Mr Egerton had also made it an excellent first day.

As you fumble around in your bag to collect your keys you notice your phone beginning to vibrate and your familiar ring tone runs through your headphones into your ears disrupting your music. You press accept on your phone and place it back in your pocket; “Hello, Megan speaking.” You huff as you struggle to get your door unlocked.

“Oh, hi. Is this a bad time?” You instantly recognise the rich tones on the other side of the phone just as you manage to open the door.

“No, no! I’m just arriving home.” You assure him as you close the door behind you and place your bag down. “How may I help you?” You try to calm the butterfly feeling gathering in your stomach.

“Lindy said that you had some more scripts arrive at the office for me to read today, I was wondering if you would be able to drop them off at my flat tomorrow afternoon? It would do me a huge favour.”

You gather your thoughts and realise the scripts you had been reading earlier that day had been for him. “Oh, um, of course…” you manage to say.

“Wonderful, thank you so much Megan. I’ll text you over the details. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He finished before ending the call.

You peel your headphones out of your ears and look at yourself in the mirror. “Keep it professional Megan!”

****

The next morning you complete your usual routine and head back out to the office. Upon arriving at work, you scan your new work card to open the door and head straight to your desk.

“Ooo someone looks fancy this morning.” You turn to see James sat at his desk next to yours.

“Good Morning to you too.” You giggle in response. “I thought I would make an effort, new job and everything…” You start to turn your computer on and set up for the day as you feel your phone vibrate on the desk in front of you. ‘See you this afternoon. T x’ You smile to yourself and quickly type back ‘See you later :)’

You turn to see James furrowing his brows trying to suss you out. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact you’ve been given the task of dropping those scripts off to a certain somebody, would it?”

You feel the blood rush up to your cheeks, was it really that obvious? “Oh please! I’m a professional, I wouldn’t dare to go there with a client.” You couldn’t tell if you were trying to assure him or yourself.

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The morning whizzed past and before you knew it, it was time to gather your things and call an Uber. You wished James a goodbye and popped you head into your bosses office to alert her of your whereabouts. She nodded and said her goodbyes. And with that you picked up the manuscripts and headed out towards the Uber.

As you sat in the Uber and watched the city centre fade away into a more rural side of London; you felt the air conditioning in the car tickle your skin making a shiver run down your spine. You bit you lip in anticipation as you watched the car slowly pull up outside the address you had provided. You looked up at the contemporary but sweet building in front of you. You thanked the driver and headed out the car and towards the door of the building.

As you were gathering your thoughts and about to knock, the door flew open which made you jump. “God sorry! I didn’t mean to make you jump. I saw the car and I knew it would be you.” Taron apologised and smiled trying to make you feel safe.

“Please come in.” He stepped out the way of the door inviting you into his home. You took a step in as your eyes darted around the open plan apartment. Everything was modern and bright. “I was just finishing my lunch, did you want anything?” He asked as he walked through to the kitchen, leaving you enamoured by the apartment and his warm presence.

“A tea would be amazing, thank you.” You replied, slowly following him through to his kitchen. The kitchen was pristine and inviting. You could only dream of owning an apartment of this size. Your eyes watch Taron dart around his kitchen making you both teas. You glanced over to his lunch sat waiting on the table.

“Let me do that! You should finish eating.” You placed your bag down and walked over to where he was standing waiting for the kettle to boil. “Just let me know where everything is and you can just supervise.” You asserted.

“If you’re sure?” He placed his hand on the base of your back as he questioned you. You felt a wave of pleasure surge though your veins at his touch. You just about managed to nod and force a reassuring smile as the kettle dinged alerting you that it had finished boiling.

“I’m very sure! Go! I can do this, trust me! It’s part of the job.” You pour the boiling water over the delicate tea bags sat waiting in the mugs. “Keep calm and love Colin Firth?” You laugh and turn to Taron. “What is this?” You try to contain your laugher as you hold the mug you to show Taron, as if he hadn’t seen it already.

Taron’s cheeks blushed red, “It was a present. A joke present. I swear, I’m not that strange!” He tried his best to convince you.

“I think it’s hilarious!” You finish pouring the milk into the mugs, give them a quick stir and then brought both the mugs over to the table Taron was sat on. “I’m going to give myself the pleasure of drinking out of this mug.” You said as you sat opposite an embarrassed Taron. You watched his eyes dart awkwardly around the room trying to avoid eye contact. You could sense he was embarrassed.

“I’ve got your scripts for you.” You announce as you pull out several blocks of paper and place them down on the table in-between Taron and yourself. “I think we have some good ones here, I especially liked Robin Hood. And I know what you’re thinking, but I think it could be fun! They want to do a modern twist on it and they’re very interested in seeing you.” You watch Taron open the first page of the script and flick through a few scenes.

“I trust you, if you think it’s a good script then I will read through it tonight.” He said and looks you sweetly in the eyes. “How was your first day? Are you enjoying it?”

“Oh it’s wonderful. I’m excited to get going and making myself more at home.”

“I think you’re going to fit in perfectly. I’m looking forward to having you around.”

You bite your lip gently and look down. “Thank you. I’m looking forward to it too.”

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The rest of your afternoon with Taron went quickly and before you knew it, you’re back at your flat. You sat on the sofa and unzip your boots with a wide smile plastered on your face. You think back to the events of the last 48 hours and shake your head.

You spent the rest of your evening checking in with family and friends informing them of the events of the last few days. Just as you climb into bed you feel your phone vibrate on the mattress next to you.

“I trust you and if you think this is what’s right for me then I’ll do it but on one condition. You come with me as my assistant. T x”

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writingformadderton · 5 years ago

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Ship: Taron Egerton x Female Reader

Word Count: 4413

Summary: You and Taron are out celebrating when you happen to see your celebrity crushes at the bar. After getting a few pictures with them and having a chat, Taron is strangely quiet during the ride home. An argument ensues and it gets hot and heavy in the room.

Additional Tags: SMUT, rough sex, argument, swearing, unprotected sex, kissing

Sitting at the bar of the club was Cillian Murphy and Joe Cole. Two of your favorite actors and the stars of your favorite show at the moment, Peaky Blinders. Since starting the show, you have been obsessed with the two men and have been following them on social media, as well as watching their entire careers through earlier works. You couldn’t believe you were in the same room as them and excitement flowed through your body. You felt like you were in high school again, secretly stalking your crush through the halls.

You were at the local club downtown with Taron and some friends, celebrating your new job promotion. You worked extremely hard as an assistant director and Taron knew it. So tonight, he decided to congratulate you with a night filled with drinks and well-deserved, candid fun. Currently, Taron was talking to Bryce and you were attempting to hold the conversation with your best friend, Sierra. But your eyes couldn’t help but wander over to Joe and Cillian. Sierra followed where your eyes were trained and grinned.

“Oh, what are the chances? Both your celebrity crushes in the same place at the same time as you?” She spoke in your ear. “I’m pretty sure this was a fantasy of yours if memory serves me correctly.”

“Don’t make it obvious. I don’t want them to know I’m checking them out.” You chuckle and sip your drink. You hadn’t caught either of their eye yet, which was good for the moment. You were staring kinda hard and it would’ve been awkward. It’s a shock Taron hasn’t noticed yet.

You look over at your boyfriend sitting across from you. He laughs loudly along with Bryce, probably at something he said. You smile a bit at him. The pure joy in his face and his body language in this moment made your heart smile. Your little bundle of joy.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N). Just go up to them and ask for a picture. You’ve been waiting for this moment for years. Take the opportunity now.” Sierra encourages and gives you a little nudge.

Your eyes widen and you laugh nervously. “Are you kidding? I could never go over there alone. I would freak out as soon as I tried to introduce myself. No way.” You shake your head and decline the vote of confidence trying to creep into your system.

“I’ll go with you. Besides, who’s gonna take the picture?” She points out.

“Don’t you want a picture with them too?” You ask.

“You can take mine after I get yours. You need to shake those nerves and just do it. Don’t be a wuss all your life.” She teases with a grin.

Your jaw drops and you put a hand over your heart, faking insult. “Ouch.” You say with a flip of your middle finger. She giggles and shrugs, gulping down the rest of her drink.

“Now or never, (Y/N).” She raises her eyebrow and nods towards them. You bite your lip and look over towards the two men. They were just having a chat with people nearby, casual and candid. What’s the worst that could happen? You were just getting a picture and leaving.

With a quick gulp of the remainder of your drink, you sigh and look at your friend. “Let’s go.” You say.

“Woo!” She cheers and grabs your hand, standing up and pulling you along with her. As you get steady on your feet, Taron looks your direction with a curious smile.

“Where ya going, babe?” He asks, slightly yelling over the music. He takes in your body and smiles to himself before looking in your eyes.

“Just gonna go to the bar and get another drink. Do you want anything?” You answer with a grin. Okay, so it wasn’t the complete truth, but it wasn’t a lie either. You were going to the bar, just not specifically for a drink.

“Nah, I’m good. Be careful. It’s a bit crowded in here.” He says and you nod.

Sierra walks you both over to the bar, slipping in between dancing bodies. At first, it didn’t seem like a big deal. They were just regular people who just happen to be famous entertainers. They also seemed pretty chill. No reason to be scared.

But as you drew closer and their full figures were in your line of sight, your heart began to speed up. Though they were just normal people underneath the titles, you still have been crushing on them since the show began airing. You couldn’t make a fool of yourself now, or you would never live it down. Oh boy, please don’t let this go wrong.

Finally, you and Sierra stood in front of them, a wide smile on her face. “Hello, boys.” She speaks to get their attention. Joe turns around first and his eyes immediately land on you.

“Well, hello girls. Are we in your way?” He asks and flashes his signature smirk. You blush lightly and smile, but on the inside, you were screaming very loudly. Keep your cool, (Y/N). Cillian turned around and took a sip of his beer, showing a grin afterwards.

You breathe and find your voice, speaking up. “Actually, we came over here for you guys. We’re huge fans of Peaky Blinders and wanted to know if we could get pictures with you, if it’s not a bother.” Sierra nods at them and squeezes your hand shortly, a way of saying good job.

“Of course! It’s no bother at all for two beautiful girls.” Cillian speaks. You cheer to yourself and look over at Sierra. She winks at you and nods for you to go first. Giving her your phone, you walk over to the men as she sets up the camera.

“Hi, my name is (Y/N).” You introduce yourself and wave a bit timidly.

“Hello, (Y/N). Nice to meet you.” Cillian greets you and opens his arms a bit. You smile and give him a hug. Very gentle, yet secure.

“My turn.” Joe jokes and you and Cillian laugh, pulling away. You move over a bit and give Joe a hug, taking in his warmth. This was hands down one of the best days of your life.

You stand in between them and wrap an arm around them. Both of them put an arm around you and you blushed. You were in heaven.

“Alright, smile on three. One. Two. Three.” She counts and takes the picture with flash. Sierra shows you all the picture and you nod in approval. You heart was beating a million miles a minute. You just got a picture with Cillian Murphy and Joe Cole! You thank them and step towards Sierra to switch places.

She gives you the phone and you look at the photo as they go through introductions. You still couldn’t believe it. Your other friends were gonna be so jealous. Sierra calls out to you and you look up, seeing they were ready.

You smile and hold up your phone. “Smile on three. One. Two. Three.” You count and take the picture with a smile. “Got it.” You open the picture and show them. They all nod in approval and Sierra thanks them, stepping towards you.

“So, what brings you lovely ladies here tonight?” Joe asks curiously.

“(Y/N) just got a new promotion at work.” Sierra says and looks at you. You blush and smile, nodding at the actors.

“Oh congratulations. What do you do?” Cillian smiles and takes a sip of his beer.

“I’m an assistant director. 4 years strong.” You reply proudly.

Joe lets out a cheer and begins clapping. “That’s awesome. Maybe we’ll be working together on a project someday.” He raises his eyebrow and smiles.

“I would love to work with you guys. It would be a dream come true.” You geek out a bit and smile wide.

“Maybe we can get you and your friend on the set of Peaky as well. Give you guys an exclusive tour and you can meet the rest of the gang. Sound good?” Cillian proposes the idea and flashes a grin.

You nod and smile warmly. Is this really happening? This couldn’t be real. But when Sierra squeezes your hand and smiles at you, you are reminded that this is your reality.

You two decide to stick around and chat with them a bit longer. Joe bought a round of shots for you all and you happily accepted, clinking glasses before knocking back your shots with ease. You chat and share laughs. You find yourself getting closer to Joe, standing next to him and engaging in a conversation about your experience in your field of work. You share gentle touches, nothing more than harmless flirting between you two. Sierra keeps an eye on you as she chats with Cillian. This was clearly a boost on your already great night.

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Taron continued his chat with Bryce, but looks across the table at one point. Noticing you still weren’t back yet, he asks Bryce. “Hey, do you see where (Y/N) went?”

Bryce looks around and shakes her head. “Nah, it’s really crowded in here now. But she said she was going to the bar. See if you can see her from here.” She suggests as her eyes study the crowd.

Taron sits up a bit and starts looking towards the bar, trying to find anything to identify you. He stands up and focuses in, determined to find you. Suddenly, he sees your shirt and smiles. Sierra was still with you, which was good. But who was that guy you were with? He couldn’t exactly identify the stranger since his back was facing his direction.

But what Taron did see was Joe grab your hand and kiss it gently. You turn your face away to hide the blush on your cheeks. Taron furrows his eyebrows. Who the hell was this guy? Were you flirting with him? Taron couldn’t put together what he was seeing.

He watches you give Joe your phone so he could put his number in it. Taron glares at you both and lets out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding in. He couldn’t believer this. You were openly flirting with a stranger! He starts to go over to you, but Bryce grabs his hand. Looking down at her, she shakes her head and pulls him down to sit.

“Don’t jump to conclusions. He may just be an old friend, Taron.” She tries to persuade him. He opens his mouth to protest, but Bryce raises her eyebrows as if to tell him no. He sighs and closes his mouth. “Talk about it at home. At least finish having a good time here.”

“Yea, you’re right.” Taron gives in. But his mind was replaying the scene over and over. He wasn’t happy at all, but he wasn’t going to make a scene. At least not here.

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You and Taron drove home in an eerie silence. He had been acting strange since you left the club. He wasn’t talking to you nor looking your way. He just kept his eyes on the road and his hands on the wheel. You were confused, what happened between then and now?

“Baby” You speak to get his attention.

“Hm” He grunts, still not looking in your direction.

“Are you okay?” You watch him closely.

“Fine.” He gives you a short answer.

“Are you sure?” You reach your hand out and place it gently on his thigh.

He tenses underneath your touch and shifts a bit in his seat. “I’m driving, (Y/N). Move your hand.” He mumbles just barely above a whisper. You raise your eyebrows and move your hand slowly. What the hell was going on? You turned your attention to the atmosphere outside of the window and don’t speak until you’ve gotten to the house. This was going to be a long night.

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Stepping inside the apartment you two share, you take off your shoes and walk further into the house. Turning around to face him, you fold your arms over your chest and watch him. “Are you going to talk to me now?” You press him on the matter.

“Who was that guy?” He asks and leans against the door.

You furrow your brows and drop your arms. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw you at the bar with Sierra. You both were with two guys and the one you seemed to be rather close with was flirting with you. You were doing the same.” He spoke, but you could hear his voice begging to raise a few octaves. But he was going to be patient and hear you out, for now.

You scoff and rubs your eyes, not believing your ears. “Are you being serious right now? You gave me the silent treatment the entire care ride home because I was talking to som-“

“Flirting, (Y/N). You were flirting with him.” He cut you off in the middle of you trying to clarify this situation. “He kissed your hand and you blushed like a damn teenager.” His voice began to raise.

“Okay first of all, it was a hand kiss. Nothing more. You’re acting as if he actually kissed my lips.” You begin to defend Joe.

“Who was he, (Y/N)?” Taron asks again, his arms now folded against his chest.

You sigh and close your eyes. This is not happening. “It was Joe Cole. Sierra and I noticed him and Cillian Murphy at the bar and went over to get some photos.” You give the full explanation. Maybe now he’ll relax a bit.

But Taron didn’t look convinced. In fact, he looked a bit more pissed off. “So, you were openly flirting with Joe Cole. Did you forget that I existed or something?” He squints his eyes at you.

Oh no he did not. “What are you implying, Taron?”

“You two looked pretty comfortable. Ya know, as if you don’t already have a boyfriend. Or is Joe your boyfriend?” His tone was bothering you and you felt your blood get hot.

“I’m not gonna sit here and listen to this.” You raise your voice.

Taron pushes his body away from the door and slowly steps towards you. “I’m just trying to understand why you were cozying up to him at the bar.” He keeps his eyes locked on you.

“I wasn’t cozying up to him! I was being friendly. If I complained about every woman you flirted with, we’d be arguing for days!” You throw back at him and stand your ground.

“I don’t fli-“

“Don’t even try it! Before I even told you Sierra was my best friend, you couldn’t stop touching and flirting with her. If anyone was giggling like a schoolgirl, it was you!” He stopped a few feet away from you and rolled his eyes. “And let’s not forget your female friends that you make sexual jokes with.”

“They are my friends! Not strangers!” He yells. “Don’t pretend you don’t do the same.” He says through gritted teeth.

You glare at him. Just as you open your mouth to speak, you chuckle softly and shake your head. “I can’t believe this.” You say, figuring out what this was about. “You’re jealous.”

Taron rolls his eyes. “Oh please, what do I have to be jealous for?” He speaks bitterly. You were right.

“You were jealous of the attention that I was getting from one of my celebrity crushes. You’re unbelievable.” You look in disbelief.

“I have nothing to be jealous of.” He warns you with a stern tone. “You’re mine and mine only.”

“Really? Because Joe seemed to like me a lot. Ya know, maybe I should put his number to use. Go out to dinner with him.” You begin to taunt him.

“(Y/N), stop. I mean it.” Taron spit out.

“Why? Afraid to admit I’m right?” You raise an eyebrow. Now that he brought you to this point, you were going to push his buttons. But just how far were you going to go with this?

Taron scoffs and turns his back to you, rubbing his temple. He needed to calm down.

“You know what, I will go to dinner with him. I’m sure he’s a lovely guy.” You press on.

“Oh, I’m sure he fucking is.” He cursed.

“I bet he’s a good kisser as well.” You taunt him with a grin.

His head shot in your direction as his eyes widen. “Oh really? You wanna go there?” His words were warning you to stop before it got out of hand. But you were willing to go there.

“You’re damn right I do. And you know what else?”

“What?” He glares at you, daring you to say your next sentence.

You smirk. “I bet he’s great in bed too. I’ve seen the show enough to picture it. He knows what he’s doing.” You finish and stare directly in Taron’s eyes.

That was the final straw. He takes a few long strides towards you before his hand is wrapped around your throat and you’re pushed against a wall. You gasp as you feel the slight pressure on your throat and Taron’s body pressed against yours. His breath was hot on your neck as he took in your scent. His free hand roamed your body slowly, ghosting over belly and waist.

”I don’t think I heard you correctly darling. Say that again.” He whispers into your ear. You feel the hand on your body lowering until it reaches the waistline of your leather skirt. Your breath hitches as he travels lower. “I can’t hear you.”

You gulp. “I-I said Joe was-oh god!” You breathe out when Taron’s hand finds its way underneath your skirt and is ghosting over your clothed core. His fingers softly rub over your clit through your panties and your body instinctively push against his fingers.

“What were you saying?” He looks dead in your eyes, watching for every reaction. You bite your lip and look in his eyes. As soon as he moves your panties to the side and teases your core with his fingers, you close your eyes and swallow the moan threatening to break free.

“Taron, please touch me.” You whine and try to get some friction from his fingers. But he was teasing you, pulling his fingers back ever so slightly every time you squirmed.

He brings his face close to yours, your lips barely centimeters apart. Reaching out as much as he’ll allow, you try to kiss him. But he pulls his face away from reach, grinning at your frustration. You try again a few more times and you get the same result. With a whine, you give up.

“Is this what you wanted all along? You just wanted me to touch you?” He asks, but already knows the answer judging by how wet you are against his fingers. He teases your entrance with the tip of his finger and you moan lowly.

“Shit mmm.” You bite your lip. “Baby please, I’m sorry. I’ll be good.” You try to convince him.

“What do you want, love?” He teases and begins kissing your neck, biting down softly. He knew your body and knew it got overwhelmed when it was hit with too many sensations at once.

“Touch me, Taron. Please baby.” You whine and give him the best puppy eyes you can manage. He growls and kisses you roughly. You melt into the kiss, battling his tongue for dominance. With your focus on that, you don’t notice him sliding your panties down a bit and pushing two fingers inside you.

You gasp at the feeling. “Oh fuck!” You moan out. He smirks and kisses your neck and collarbone, fingering you fast. He was hitting the right spot with every thrust of his fingers. You close your eyes and moan loudly. God, his fingers shouldn’t feel this good inside you. This wasn’t fair.

“I bet Joe couldn’t make you this fucking weak just from his fingers, now can he?” He taunts in your ear and bites down on your earlobe gently.

“Taron!” You whine and grind against his fingers. You were gushing against his fingers with every stroke of your spot. Your orgasm was building quickly, but you were trying to hold it back for as long as you could. But Taron knew when you were holding back with just a simple feel of your walls clenching around his fingers.

“Oh babygirl, you’re getting close.” He whispers in your ear. “I’m nowhere near finished with you.” He uses his thumb to rub your clit and speeds up his fingers.

You cry out and can’t help but tighten around his fingers. “Fuck T-Taron! I’m gonna cum if you ke-ep oh doing that.” You plea with him to get him to slow down. But that only triggered him to go faster. Your body tenses and you try to close your legs around his fingers.

He pries your legs open and smirks down at you. “How close are you babygirl?” He asks.

“So close. Taron pleaseeeee!” You whine and bite your lip. All you needed was a few more thrusts.

But all hope seemed lost when Taron pulls his hand away suddenly. You let out a shaky sigh and pant heavily. You look up into his eyes and whimper.

Taron grins and brings his hand closer to his mouth. Looking in your eyes, he takes his middle finger and sucks it clean. You watch and lick your own lips, desperate for a taste. Once his finger had no trace of you left on it, he raises his other to your mouth. With no hesitation, you take his finger into your mouth and savor the taste on your tongue. You moan at the taste and clean his finger off effortlessly.

He grins and pulls his hands away from your body. For a short second, you have time to breathe and try to cool down, your orgasm still too close for comfort. But it doesn’t last long as you feel him tear your panties away from your body and pick you up in his arms.

You gasp and wrap your legs around his waist instinctively. “Taron, wha-“ You don’t get to finish your question as he cuts you off with a strong kiss. With your body still pressed against the wall and your tongues battling, Taron unzips his jeans and pushes them down along with his boxers and teases your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“You’re soaking, (Y/N). I wonder who made you this wet.” He teases you and bites your bottom lip, pulling gently. You groan at the feeling and kiss him passionately. Taron takes the opportunity to thrust into you fully, swallowing the loud moan that leaves your throat. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust and goes at a steady pace, holding you tight in his arms.

You moan loud as he fucks you against the wall, not missing a single beat in his rhythm. He starts kissing your neck and marking your body. Marking you as his and only his. Your hands tangle in his hair as you fully enjoy the sensation he’s giving you.

“Taron, baby” You whimper out and pull his hair a bit. He grins and picks up his pace, putting one hand on the wall next to your head to steady himself. Your legs tighten around his waist as you feel your orgasm building up inside you. Biting your lip, you try to keep in the obscene sounds daring to leave your throat.

But Taron noticed and wasn’t having any of it. He holds you close and walks you both over to the dining table, laying your body down and moving your legs from around his waist to on his shoulders. “Don’t be shy now, love. Let them hear who’s making you feel this good.” He leans down towards you and thrust into you hard, taking your breath away. The new angle was perfect to hit your spot, and of course he knew this.

He fucks you fast and hard, rocking the table a bit with each thrust. You were trapped between the table and his body, with no other option than to take it. The thought alone made you gush and the way he hit your spot over and over was tightening the coil in your stomach quickly.

You clench around his cock tight and moan loudly. “Taron! Fuck I’m so close!” You yell out and tangle your hands in his hair.

His hands gripped the table and began putting all his force into his thrusts. He was owning you and making sure you would never forget it. “Who’s fucking you like this? Who’s making you scream loud enough for the neighbors to hear?” He grunts in your ear and you cry out.

“You, Taron! Only you baby!” You scream out and feel your legs start to shake. You needed to cum now or you felt like you were gonna explode. “I need to cum! Oh shit!”

“Cum for me, babygirl. Let them all hear who’s making you cum.” He bites down on your neck and grins.

You closed your eyes and let your orgasm go. You felt your body unraveling as your orgasm washed over you. You screamed his name and he grinned at the sight. It only took a few more thrusts from him and he was cumming inside you. Your walls were still gripping his cock tight as he came. He groans into your neck and lays on top of you.

“Fuck babygirl.” He pants and kisses your neck softly. You pant and close your eyes, trying to catch your breath.

“My legs, Taron.” You pat his back. He sits up and lays your legs down, loosely putting them around his waist. “Thank you.”

“Mhm.” He presses light kisses to your neck, moving up towards your face and covering your face in kisses. You chuckle softly and just endure his treatment. Finally, he gets to your lips and gives you a long, passionate kiss. Not too rough or needy, just relaxed.

You break away from the kiss and look into his eyes. “I’m sorry about what I said earlier. I just was upset.” You say softly, gently caressing his face.

He smiles and kisses your lips. “I know love. It was just in the heat of the moment.” He says. You smile and bite your lip. “But, don’t forget who owns you.” He grins and playfully slaps your thigh.

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cup-half-full-of-anxiety · 5 years ago

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Prompt Request

Punch in the Gut ☂ Prompt List

“Did you enjoy it? Making a fool out of me.”

Ship: Taron x Reader

Word count: 1457

Additional Tags: Angst, crying, cheating, fighting, anger, hurt

Thank you anon for the request!! I hope you in joy!! And yes I fully intend of writing more for my other story, I have just hit a major block but I am almost done with a new chapter!

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It had been 45 minutes and neither of them had said a word.

What was she to say? What could she possibly say?

The tabloid clutched in her hand said it all.

It was not supposed to hit the stands until tomorrow but clearly someone wanted her to know early. It had been dropped at their front door in a manila envelope this afternoon addressed to her. She had come home from a jog to find it but had put off opening the surprise package until after dinner when Taron had asked about it.

Now they found themselves in their current position. Taron pacing their living room and Holly sitting frozen in the spot she was when she opened the envelope.

“Holly. Please” Taron stopped his pacing and knelt down in front of her.

“Please love. Say something” he pleaded, pulling the magazine from her, tossing it on the couch and taking her hands into his.

Her head slowly turned to face him. Her eyes were so broken. Tears falling like a broken faucet.

“What did you do with her?” She asked quietly.

He looked into her eyes but said nothing. She knew the answer, but she needed to hear it.

“It was a mistake” he answered just as quietly. “Holly it was a mistake. I am so sorry”

“I asked, what did you do with her?” She asked again.

“Love ple-” She pulled her hands from his and pushed him away.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WITH HER TARON?!”

“EVERYTHING!” He yelled.

“Get out” her voice was low and seething.

She stared into his eyes and for the first time, love was nowhere to be found in them.

Pain, disappointment, hurt, and even hate.

“Get out” she said a little louder.

“GET OUT!!” She screamed, standing up, trying to put as much distance between the two of them. She honestly felt like she might hit him if he got to close.

“Please Holly-” He tried to follow her.

“I will hit you” She put her hand up between them to keep him away “Taron if you come any closer I can almost promise I will swing on you” her body vibrated with anger.

“Holly please” he began to beg again.

“Please what Taron? What the fuck could you possibly have to say? What could you say to make any of this better?” She picked up the magazine and waved it at him. She fought the cracking in her voice, but she refused to hold back the tears and the pain he caused. She wanted him to feel just as hurt as she did.

“I want us to talk about this. I want us to move past it love?” Taron stood his ground. He wasn’t going to budge.

“MOVE PAST IT?!” She threw her hands in the air “YOU CHEATED ON ME!!” her hands clapped over her mouth after the words left it.

It was finally real.

“You cheated on me” she repeated quieter.

“Oh my god” She gasped as sobs broke though, her hand on her stomach as she tried to calm herself.

“You cheated on me” she sunk to the floor, crying.

Taron was to her quick, trying to pull her into his arms. Tears rolling down his face.

She fought against him.

“No. Get away from me” She pushed at him. “You told me you would never hurt me” she cried “You promised!”

“I’m sorry. Holly, I am so sorry, it was a mistake”

“Sorry doesn’t change shit Taron, you were supposed to be the one person in the whole world I could trust” She pushed him away again as she pushed herself to stand. Wiping the tears and snot from her face, she could only imagine what she looks like, she made her way back across the room, picking up the tabloid.

“Sorry isn’t going to change this!” She threw it at him this time.

(CAUGHT CHEATING: Kingsman star being anything but gentlemanly)

The title was accompanied by three photos of Taron and a blonde making their way from a taxi into an apartment building. You can tell neither person in the photo knew it was being taken. It was a ways off but there was no question as to who the subject of the photo was.

“You wanted me to say something and I did. Get out”

“I can’t even look at you”

“It’s like I don’t even know you anymore”

“No! I said I wanted to talk about this” Taron fought again.

“Fine” Holly stared him down “You want to talk. How was she Taron?” He looked away “How did she feel under you? Huh” he turned away.

“What?” She acted surprised by his reaction “You said you wanted to talk about it Taron. So, tell me how she felt, was she tighter than me?”

“She felt different!!” he yelled. “She wasn’t better, she was simply different. I was drunk with the guys, I know it’s no excuse” He paused, raking his hands through his hair.

“Holly I made a mistake” He pled again.

“Yeah” she gave a humorless laugh “a mistake that was worth jeopardizing our relationship for” She looked back down at the magazine again before picking it back up.

“Yeah you made a mistake, and you made a fool out of me” She threw the tabloid into the fireplace. She watched as it burned like her world around her was.

“Did you enjoy it?” she asked, not looking away from the fire. “Did you enjoy making a fool out of me?”

Taron said nothing.

“5 years...gone. Holidays, anniversaries, birthdays, all meaningless now.”

She looked down at her left hand.

“This is meaningless” she pulled the ring off her third finger and looked at it a moment, “How am I supposed to stand in front of all our friends and family and promise you forever and always now?”

Taron’s head snapped up. He watched Holly set her ring on the mantel of the fireplace.

“Holly. What are you saying?” His eyes wild with fear, he moved forward.

“I want you to leave now” Her voice was calm. Taron stopped moving.

“Holly. Love, no. No no” he reached for her, he needed her to understand. It was a mistake. She had to understand it was a mistake.

“Please love”

“I think you should stay somewhere else for a bit. I think we need to figure some things out” Holly wanted so bad to just throw Taron out, but her heart wouldn’t let her. There was something behind that pain in his eyes.

“Are we still together?” he asked hesitantly.

“I really don’t know right now” she looked straight at Taron. “But I think it is best we are apart for a bit.”

Taron slowly walked up to Holly, she did not snap or pull back. He reached his hand out and caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes at the feeling.

“I think you need to know what it’s like to lose me” she whispered.

Tears still falling, her heart still breaking.

“I am going to win you back” Taron whisper back as he wiped away the tear he caused.

He knew he needed to respect Holly’s wishes, so he pulled himself away from her. He made his way back to their room and packed a weekend bag. He snuck one of her shirts into his bag. He needed to keep a part of her close, even if it was just her scent. He sent a text to a friend asking if he could come over. Telling them he would explain when he got there.

As Taron made his way back downstairs, he saw Holly standing in the exact same spot. He walked to her.

“I am going to Joe’s” he told her, he placed his hand on her shoulder, but she didn’t move. He sighed and made his way to the door.

“Taron” he stopped and turned back around quickly hoping she had changed her mind.

“If the photos had never been taken. If the story were not going to go public, would you had told me?” She needed to know that if this were a ‘normal relationship’, not one where one of them was a famous movie star, what he would have done.

“Yes” he didn’t have to think about it “I had every intention of being 100% honest with you about everything. I just didn’t know how, because I knew no matter what I would break your heart and I would lose you and I selfishly wanted to hold on a little bit longer”

With that Taron looked at Holly one last time.

“I really do love you and I intend to make you love me again” and he was out the door.

Holly broke down.

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Sorry for making Taron not the most perfect person. I hope you guys enjoyed!!!. Please send more request!

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fandomsonmysleeve · 5 years ago

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taste-thewaste · 5 years ago

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Valentine’s Day-Madderton fic

A/N: A lovely anon sent in #44 from the valentine’s prompt list, “A hand-crafted card and a kiss would’ve done it, you know?” This one’s about 1200 words and just fluffy which I think we could all use on V-Day. Thanks for reading, and thanks for prompting, sweet anon! This one’s for @whatisevenagoodusername for being so lovely :)

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Richard is one for the holidays, always has been. He gets spooky on Halloween, giddy with joy on Christmas, and inexplicably Christian on Easter (though Taron doesn’t turn down an excuse to eat a chocolate rabbit, either). A week into February, Taron looks at the calendar one morning while he’s making breakfast (oatmeal because Richard insists on them ‘starting the day off right’, but he knows he’ll inhale a s’mores-flavored Poptart after he leaves) and realizes that Valentine’s Day is exactly one week from today.

He looks at Richard across the flat, sees him pulling on a sweater and smoothing his hair out. His holiday-loving ass is planning something huge, I know it, Taron thinks with a smirk, stirring the oatmeal so it doesn’t stick to the sides of the pot. He ladles a scoop of oatmeal into each of their bowls, dumps berries on top of Richard’s and an obscenely large scoop of brown sugar onto his own, pours some orange juice.

Rich comes into the kitchen and kisses Taron gently. “Morning, love,” he says, his voice still a little husky the way it always is after he wakes up. “This smells delicious. Although,” he says with a raised eyebrow, an air of feigned indifference in his voice, “a little less sugar might make it more healthy.”

“I’m not eating glue for breakfast without sugar,” Taron grouses, stirring it up and giving him a cheeky smile. Richard shrugs, knowing he’ll never win this particular battle. They eat in companionable silence for a few moments, not uncomfortable. Neither Rich or Taron is a morning person, and their breakfasts are usually spent comfortably quiet, each one either reading the newspaper or scrolling through social media.

Midway through, Taron looks up from his phone and clears his throat. “So, Valentine’s Day is coming up,” he says offhandedly, in much the same way Richard had addressed his sugar earlier.

“Is it?” Richard asks, pretending to be engrossed in the novel he’s reading, and Taron smirks again.

“Yes, next week, as a matter of fact,” Taron says, swirling his spoon through his oatmeal and watching Rich for a reaction, any reaction.

Rich finally looks up from his book and takes a long drink of orange juice. “I’d totally forgotten. I’ll pick up a card or something,” he says, then takes the last big spoonful of his breakfast. “Got to run, love,” he says, placing his bowl in the sink.

Taron stands and walks him to the door, a confident swagger in his steps. He wraps his arms around Richard and pulls him tight to his body. They stay like that, still, for a beat. For just a moment there is no outside pressure. For just a moment, Richard’s not thinking of how he has to get to the shoot and Taron’s not thinking about the script he has to read and the dishes he’s going to do. For just a moment, they’re only thinking of each other, and Rich’s fingers rubbing his back gently, and the sweet scent of Taron’s shampoo. Then Rich is kissing Taron goodbye perfunctorily, and their day is back on track, and Taron is wondering what his boy has up his sleeve, because forgetting Valentine’s Day is certainly not it.

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The morning of February 14 dawns bright and cold, and the first thing Taron sees when he opens his eyes is a giant stuffed teddy bear that’s holding an equally giant heart proclaiming that it loves him “beary much!”.

It’s the biggest teddy bear known to mankind, the biggest teddy bear Taron has ever seen. It’s taken Richard’s place in bed and is laying there looking at him, its black button eyes reflecting his own, and he can’t help but smile as he stares at it. It’s only the beginning, Taron thinks, and he instinctively reaches out and cuddles the giant bear.

There’s a dozen roses in the bathroom when he goes in, and another dozen in the middle of the table. He’s slept through Richard leaving for the day, and his stomach sinks a little when he realizes it. Rich has left him a plate of his favorite donuts for breakfast with a little note.

Sugar’s okay today because you’re so sweet ;)

Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.

Rich x

Taron chuckles and takes a giant bite, fumbling for his phone and firing off a text.

Thanks for the flowers and the obnoxiously huge bear, bubs. I love them. Happy V-Day.

Richard answers quickly and Taron smirks, knowing he must have been waiting to hear from him.

More where that came from. See you tonight.

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The ‘more where that came from’ turns out to be Richard home from work early, gathering Taron in his arms, kissing up and down his neck until Taron’s face is beet red and he’s breathless from laughter. The ‘more where that came from’ continues with a giant box of chocolates and an obscenely fancy dinner. They eat steaks and drink wine and stare into each other’s eyes, and it’s nauseatingly perfect, and Taron thinks that he can’t believe he’s found this man. He can’t believe this man is his.

They share a chocolate lava cake and glasses of champagne, and when they’re done, Taron yawns slightly. Richard reaches out and grabs one of his hands. He presents Taron with a jewelry box, and when he opens it he finds a beautiful watch and it takes his breath away.

“This is gorgeous, Rich,” he says quietly, and Richard beams.

“I’d hoped you’d like it,” Richard says, putting it on Taron’s wrist and kissing him lightly.

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They’re laying in bed when they get home, legs twined together, and Taron’s head is on Rich’s bare chest. Rich drops a kiss on the top of Taron’s head, and Taron tries to burrow even closer, though it’s not possible.

“I love you so much,” Taron says quietly, and Rich’s arms tighten around him.

“I know. I love you, too, if that wasn’t clear enough,” Rich said with a tiny laugh.

“Oh, it’s very clear,” Taron says teasingly, and bites his lower lip gently. “But, Rich, you didn’t have to do all this for me. A hand-crafted card and a kiss would’ve done it, you know?”

Rich thinks for a moment. “Yeah, I know. But I really love you, you know? And I wanted to do all this stuff. I love Valentine’s Day,” he says softly.

“Well, it is a holiday, of course you love it. You big softy,” Taron says, nuzzling into Richard.

“I do love holidays, huh?” Rich asks teasingly, and the two lapse into quiet for a few moments. Then, suddenly, Taron’s voice rings out.

“What the hell are we going to do with that giant teddy bear?”

#my fic #madderton fanfiction #taron egerton fanfiction #richard madden fanfiction #valentine's day

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hookedontaronfics · 5 years ago

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Drifting in a Dream - Prompt fic

Title: Drifting in a Dream Pairing: Taron x Reader Rating: T Warning: None A/N: Plenty of fluffy cuteness. It’s been feeling, and looking, a lot more like winter here so I felt inspired to write this sweet little prompt! I hope you enjoy! x Prompt: How about a dreamy, romantic, fluffy one shot where Taron takes his lady ice skating because he knows she loves it….even though he knows he’s terrible at it?? Thank youuuuu!! This fic is for user @bruno-rami-taron-oh-my! Hope it fits the bill for you, lady!

“Hey, y/n, Line 6 is for you,” your colleague said, popping her head up over the cubicle wall.

“Who is it?” you asked, and she just grinned.

“Your looooverrrr,” she smirked as you groaned and rolled your eyes at her teasing.

You picked up your phone, hit the line for 6, flipped off your colleague, who just laughed and disappeared back behind the cloth wall, and waited for the line to pick up.

“Hello?” you answered, just in case it wasn’t him. The last thing you needed to do was accidentally call your boss “babe” - It was something you could see your colleague pranking you with.

“Heeeey,” Taron replied happily, making you instantly smile despite the day you’d been having at work, buried under projects you were scrambling to get done before the holidays.

“I’m so glad it’s you,” you giggled lightly.

“Who else would it be?” he chuckled lightly.

“Oh, I don’t know, any number of clients who want their work done right this very second and oh don’t you mind changing literally everything you’ve already done thanks love,” you sighed.

“Rough day?” he asked, sounding a bit concerned.

“No more than the usual this time of year,” you said. “Sorry for being crabby.”

“You’re hardly crabby, love. But, I do have a surprise for you,” he grinned. “I’ll pick you up after work, sound alright?”

“You’ve already made my day, T,” you grinned, eyeing your stack of as-yet-untouched paperwork. “I’ll try and clock out on time.”

“I’ll be waiting, darling,” he said. You managed to hang up the call and looking forward to Taron’s surprise (he always had the best surprises) made your day both drag and fly by simultaneously, if that were possible. You were actually quite proud of yourself by the time you left your desk; you’d not only finished two projects but also gotten a decent start on the third, with three days left in the week still to get them done. Taron must be good for your productivity, you mused as you took the elevator down the high-rise and went to find your boyfriend in the carpark.

He hadn’t noticed you approach and when you pulled open the car door the familiar chords of a Bowie song, and Taron’s lovely singing voice, spilled out into the open air. He looked over at you and gave you his dashingly boyish grin before moving the wrapped box from the front seat so you could sit down, and then promptly setting it back down on your lap.

“That is for you. But you can’t open it yet,” he chuckled, making you raise your eyebrow at him.

“Gonna tell me where you’re taking me?” you asked, and he shook his head.

“Not a chance.”

“But Taaaaaron!” you whined slightly, and he only met your whining with a chuckle as he pulled out of the parking spot and onto the London streets.

“You know I don’t like surprises!” you groaned lightly, worrying the edges of the tape on the gift slightly.

“You loooove my surprises and don’t you lie,” he teased lightly, playfully slapping your fingers away.

“So what’s the occasion?” you hedged, trying to trap him into telling you.

“No reason other than I thought I’d treat my lady. Am I allowed to do that?” he grinned over at you.

“Yeah, I mean, of course!” you laughed, trying to shake the box slightly, which was around the size of a shoe box. Something shifted inside, but you still couldn’t tell what. “But you really do treat me all the time.”

“My mam taught me well,” he just replied with a small shrug. What felt like small gestures to him always felt embarrassingly huge to you, but you wouldn’t have him any other way. You were a quiet soul really, the kind of person who enjoyed nothing more than a cup of tea and a good book on the couch. Taron was a lot more social and outgoing, and his greatest pleasure was dragging you along on these adventures of his. But you loved him, and you usually ended up having fun once you pushed past your initial anxiety.

It was a little difficult for Taron to hide where he was taking you once you pulled onto the Alexandra Palace grounds, but there were also a lot of activities that went on there, so you still weren’t exactly sure what he had in mind. The place was pretty packed, though, and that made you have to swallow past the anxious feelings. Obviously whatever Taron had planned would be worth it to you because he knew your anxiety in crowd situations.

Once you were parked, he turned to you and clapped his hands together excitedly. “Alright, you can open that now,” he grinned happily.

You quickly pulled the wrapping paper off and squealed when you opened the box: Nestled inside were a beautiful new pair of ice skates.

“Taron, these are amazing,” you gasped, picking one up and inspecting it, your eyes going wide as you realized he’d put John Wilson blades on the boots. “Holy shit, these cost a fortune! Taron, this is too much,” you said, shaking your head.

“And you love ice skating. It’s one of the things I know gives you joy. So I chose the best for the best person in my life, yeah?” he smiled softly while you felt so overwhelmed your eyes grew teary. He gave you a moment to compose yourself before squeezing your hand sweetly. “Why don’t we give them a try?”

“Um, yes,” you said, excitement taking over any other feeling you were having. You carefully enveloped the skates in your arms as you followed Taron into the ice rink, the evening sunlight streaming in through the wide decorative windows. You had skated at many of London’s rinks in your time, but the Palace was always your favourite. It had so much character and history to it, and that wasn’t lost in the modernization it had undergone.

Taron paid for your tickets and when he asked for rental skates for himself, you touched his arm gently. “Are you sure?” you asked, knowing he did not care to skate himself.

“Of course,” he laughed. “You’ll completely leave me behind in the dust, or shall I say ice chips, but I’m not about to let you go out there alone,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” you said genuinely, as he leaned in and stole a quick kiss from you. He gathered up his skates and followed you over to the benches; you both laced up and he dutifully clomped along behind you, chuckling under his breath at his own lack of balance on the blades. You slowly stepped out onto the ice, instantly feeling the blades bite at the ice and anchoring you. It was such a beautiful feeling, the way these new blades slid over the surface, perfectly toned and balanced. You gave an experimental turn and giggled to yourself before turning to watch Taron carefully edge out onto the ice himself, holding his hands out in front of him.

He wobbled a few times as he skated over to you, and you couldn’t help thinking he was the cutest thing on earth at the moment. You sweetly took his hand and pulled him along, you graceful, him a bit clumsy, but it didn’t matter. The notes of Christmas music tinkled through the air, the laughter of other skaters echoing off the rink walls. You completed a couple of loops around the rink before Taron lifted your gloved hand to his mouth and placed a sweet kiss there before dropping your hand.

“Go on then,” he grinned. “Dance circles around me, love,” he chuckled, and with your eyes alight, you dug into the ice and pushed off, feeling the wind rush past as you gained speed. You flipped from forward to backward and forward again, switching from the inside to the outside edge and back again, testing the responsiveness of the blades, but they were gold. You even did a couple of twirls, trying to not show off too much, but having taken lessons since you were eight, you couldn’t help feeling at home on the ice.

You skated back over to Taron just in time to watch him manage to trip himself, doing a couple of quick hops to try and catch his balance before he royally fell on his ass. You tried to hide your laugh behind your hands before quickly going over to help pull him up. But he only grabbed your hand and pulled you down with him, making you squeal and the other skaters around you give you bemused looks as you landed in his lap, careful to not nick him with your blades.

“So, worth it?” he asked, the tip of his nose a bit red.

“Totally,” you grinned, your face flushed and your eyes happy. He pulled you in for another quick kiss before letting you back up and letting you pull him up to his feet this time.

“Your arse is totally wet now,” you teased, skating a circle around him backward.

“Show off,” he teased. “And why are you looking at my arse?”

“Not my fault you have the cutest bum in the place,” you snickered, taking his hand again and encouraging him. He stumbled a couple more times but started to get more of the hang of it before admitting he was totally wiped out and was more than happy to sit and watch you go round and round the rink while nursing his cup of steaming tea. You waved to him cutely every time you passed, and he just seemed happy to see you enjoying yourself so thoroughly.

Closing time was fast approaching and the rink was emptying out. You decided, just once, to try for a jump, and Taron wanted to catch it on video. You took two quick laps around the rink before switching to the backside edge. You dug the toe pick of your free leg into the ice and felt the effortless rise from the ice as you initiated the double toe loop. The landing wasn’t the cleanest you’d ever done, but you managed to stay on your blades and recover on the exit, and you could hear Taron cheering you on, so you flashed him a huge grin and two thumbs up. Oh, you and these skates were going to become very good friends.

You finally exited the ice, feeling worn out and sore in the most delicious way. Why you’d never pursued skating professionally was beyond you, and those days were also long behind you. But that you hadn’t forgotten your training from all those years ago filled you with its own sort of inner glow.

“You’re bloody brilliant, you know that?” Taron said happily as you unlaced your skates. He hugged you closely to him as you both walked out of the rink after returning his rentals.

“You always say that, T,” you smiled sweetly.

“And I always mean it, y/n,” he grinned softly, gazing at you for a moment, the setting sun painting colors over his face. “So, I’m thinking we grab some takeout curry and settle in at home under the duvet.”

“Perfect,” you smiled, ready to get warm and rest after the day you’d had. But oh, it had been truly wonderful.

Once you were settled at home together, a movie on low volume on the telly and finished bowls of curry sat on the coffee table, you sighed contentedly and laid your head on Taron’s shoulder, both of you snuggled up under the duvet to keep warm. “Today has been truly lovely. Thank you,” you said.

“It’s not quite done yet,” he smiled, turning to you and cupping your face gently in his hands, leaning in until your noses were touching, both of you just sweetly gazing at each other for a moment before he pressed his lips to yours, reveling in the kiss. Sweet, soft, slow, kissing him always took your breath away. You wanted more but he wouldn’t let you have more, pulling away just as things began to get heated. You whimpered slightly and he smirked at you.

“Patience is a virtue, my sweet little virtuoso,” he grinned, making you roll your eyes playfully at him.

“Whoever said that certainly had never kissed you,” you joked but your laugh turned into more of a squeak as Taron opened the end table drawer and pulled out a little shiny black box. Your heart instantly slammed into your throat before beginning to race like crazy at the sight of it.

“I was going to do the whole reservations-at-a-fancy-restaurant kind of thing, but I decided that really wasn’t us. This is more us, honestly, and I wanted you to feel comfortable and happy. And I think I’ve hopefully achieved that,” he smiled, grinning over at you with the sort of look in his eye that meant you were the only person in the world that mattered right now. You nodded, your voice failing you a bit.

“We’ve been together for years now, and you’re the best part of me. You make me strive to be a better man every single day, and I couldn’t ask for a more kind, caring, compassionate woman to be by my side for the rest of the days I have on this earth. So would you do me the absolute honor of marrying my sorry Welsh arse?” he said, fairly beaming at you as he opened the box and showed off the simple ice-blue sapphire ring he’d chosen for you.

Your hands flew to your mouth in shock, surprise and absolute wonder that this moment was happening right now; You hadn’t even remotely suspected it. He had caught you so off guard, and yet, everything about this sweet moment was perfect too. “Yes, yes of course I’ll make a proper man out of you,” you teased back, making him chuckle and also have to wipe at his eyes, which only then made you tear up, and you were quite grateful you were in the privacy of your own home and not in public for the world to see. This moment was private and beautiful and just between the two of you, and that he had respected your need for that privacy meant so much more to you.

He carefully removed the ring from the box and slid it on your finger, his hands shaking only slightly. “Now this day is perfectly perfect,” you whispered, forgetting everything else about the mountain of paperwork on your desk, every snarky client comment and every stressful email from your boss. Every day with this man in the life he promised ahead would be as full of joy and spirit as you felt when you were on the ice, and you could hardly believe this would now be your life.

“You do know this requires you to take skating lessons now so you can keep up with me, right?” you teased him lightly, making him laugh, and cry, at the same time.

“I’m looking forward to it,” he managed, his emotions spilling over and overwhelming him. You pulled him into your arms and held him that way, so grateful for him that you didn’t even have words to express it. You gazed outside the window and noticed that it had just begun to snow, tiny crystals alighting on the sill outside and sparkling in the soft light. It was truly like being inside a dream, you thought, and sometimes dreams really did come true.

#taron imagine #taron egerton #taron fluff #taron fanfiction #taron x reader

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taronsheart · 5 years ago

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Safe and Sound

Ship: Taron x reader

Word Count: 1050

Additional Tags: mentions of smut, soft, kissing, fluff, cuddling, swearing, crying

A/N: I’m so sorry that this took so long to write and it’s not even that good. School has been so stressful lately so hope you guys enjoy :)

You have been dating a guy named Dylan for about 2 years now. He seemed like the sweetest, most heartwarming person you have ever met, besides your best friend for pretty much all of your life, Taron Egerton. One day, though, you came home early from work to surprise your boyfriend only to find out one of the most unimaginable things that a partner can do to his girlfriend. You heard grunts and moaning coming from your bedroom, and you marched as fast as you can and swung open the door. There you found him, your lover for the past 2 years, fucking another woman. You didn't say a thing to him, just looked at him with pain and tears in your eyes and stormed out of the room. "Wait! babe, it's not what it looks like!" he said, while still on top of the girl.

"FUCK YOU!!" you screamed, with a little crack in your voice, and you slammed the front door.

You cannot believe how he could have done that to you. The amount of love and compassion that you gave to him, and he threw all of that away. You got into your car and just broke down. You sobbed uncontrollably and noticed a promise ring on your pinky that Dylan had given you, and you threw it out the window. "Bullshit," you thought to yourself.

You called Taron to explain to him what had just happened to you. ring. ring. ring. "Hello?" You heard your best friend's voice from the other end. "T-Taron is it ok i-if I c-can come b-by?" you say while stuttering trying to hold back tears. "Yes. What's wrong?" Taron asked with a worried tone in his voice. "I'll t-tell you when I get t-there," you said before hanging up the phone.

On the way to Taron's, you calmed down from crying a bit, and all you wanted to see now was Taron. He always had a way of making you feel safe, no matter the situation. He was always there for you, and you were so grateful to have a guy like him in your life. You have no idea what it would've been like if it wasn't for him. At some point, you started to catch feelings for him but brushed it off thinking he didn't feel the same way.

Eventually, you arrived at Taron's home and knocked on the door. Immediately, he unlocks the door, and you jump into his arms while he shuts the door behind you. You instantly start shedding tears onto his shoulder. "What's wrong??" he asks with confusion and concern. He places his index finger on your chin and moves your head so you are facing him. You try so hard to get the words out, but all you can do is shake your head. "Come sit on the couch," he says.

You follow him to the sofa and sit down. He lets you cry on his chest while having his arms wrapped around you until you are finally ready to get the words out. You calm down after hearing Taron's heart beating in his chest. Once you controlled your tears, you were calm enough to tell Taron the tragic event that you were forced to witness. You turned to face Taron, and he gave you a warm smile to let you know that everything will be all right. "He cheated on me," you say straight forward.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! I will fuck up that son of a bitch!" Taron says angrily while standing up.

"No please don't. I don't want you getting into trouble," you say as you push him back down.

Taron says nothing after, he just hugs you tightly. You hug back. You aren't thinking about Dylan at this moment, all of your focus is on Taron. "Thank you," you say.

"Of course. I will always be here for you no matter how bad things get. You deserve so much better than that dickhead," Taron says truthfully.

"You mean that?" you ask.

"Without a doubt in my mind. You are so beautiful and smart. You are one of the funniest people I've ever meet in my life. I'm so lucky to have you in my life," Taron says while looking into your soul with those gorgeous greenish-blue eyes.

Your face is inches away from his, and you glance at his lips, then back to his eyes. He notices the small action and draws in a deep breath. He leans in slowly, and those beautiful pink lips finally reach yours. The kiss was soft and gentle. you pull away to face him. "Um sorry, I didn't mean to-" You cut him off and place another kiss on his lips. He gasps at your reaction but eventually eases into the kiss. He moves his hands to grasp onto your hips. You smile, breaking the kiss, and moving your head away to face him again.

You look deeply into his eyes and he says, "I've always loved you (y/n), I just couldn't tell you cause you were with Dylan."

"I love you too. I've had feelings for you while I was with Dylan, but I put it to the side cause I didn't think you would feel the same way. And I don't even want to mention Dylan right now. I just want to be here, with you," you respond with a smile.

"How could you possibly believe that I wouldn't like you? You are the definition of perfect. I couldn't imagine where I would've been if it wasn't for you (y/n). You have made me a better person and I'm so grateful for you. You fill my heart with so much joy. I just failed to comprehend how much I loved you, and once you were with Dylan, I finally realized how much you mean to me. For a second I was convinced that I lost you."

"You can never lose me, Taron," you whisper with a grin. You kissed him one last time before you said, "I'm kinda tired. Is it ok if I can stay?"

"Of course. we can sleep right here and cuddle all night," he says, patting on the couch.

That night, you drifted off to sleep while you were safe and sound in his arms.

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