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

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

Enjoy!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

=

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?” He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Taron?” Y/n questioned in reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s when it came to her.

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

=

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

Taron chuckled and looked at her.

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

“You fucking say that again.” She replied.

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

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

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

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

The receptionist smiled brightly.

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

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

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

“Hello, I’m Ava.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you challenging me?” He quipped.

Y/n shrugged.

“Maybe.” She smirked.

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

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

“Spoil sport.” Taron mumbled playfully.

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

Taron was a little taken back at her tone.

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

Y/n nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

=

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“About 15 minutes.” She replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n blushed and looked down at her food.

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

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

Taron winked at her and smirked.

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

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

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

=

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

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

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

“What?” He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n sighed and got off the sofa.

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

Taron chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n looked at him.

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

Taron didn’t look convinced.

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

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

Y/n nodded and smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

“I made it you know.” He replied.

“Made what?” She asked.

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

“The box and the wallet.” He answered.

Y/n was surprised.

“Truly?” She asked and he nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taron blew his nose and laughed as well.

“You know what I think?” He asked.

“What?” Y/n said.

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

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

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

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[burgers-and-french-fries]

NSFW Smutty Alphabet H.C with Taron Egerton

Note: This wasn't requested but I felt like I wanted to do this version of the alphabet H.C as well.

I hope that it turned out as well as I had pictured in my head.

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A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

He loves a good cuddle.

B = Body Part (What’s their favorite body part?)

Your ass

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum really)

He usually cums wherever you tell him to.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a small secret tattoo that is not visible to anyone but you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s very experienced. More experienced than anyone can fathom.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

69

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Depends on the situation but typically he’s goofy

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He is groomed still has hair down there and yes, it matches the rest of his body

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

It depends on how you are both feeling but most of the time it’s intimate and slightly rough.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Taron had been away on location for about a month now and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to function. He missed you so much and the nights in which he missed you the most, he would scroll through his phone, looking at photos and videos of you. He would let his mind wander to how you would feel against his body and how sexy you’d look as he slowly and torturously undress yourself in front of him.

Unfortunately, he would always get interrupted before his thoughts could go any further than that.

One particularly stressful night, Taron had been unable to sleep due to his mind whirling with many different things and no matter how hard he tried to shut his thoughts off, nothing worked.

He growled in annoyance as he got out of bed and went to his laptop so that he could call you.

You were so excited to get an impromptu call from your boyfriend that you answered the call. 

You had been relaxing in the bath watching your favorite show when he called and needless to say, you both fell asleep extremely satisfied at least for now and as best you could while you were apart.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He loves it when you lick and suck on his balls and also, because he is uncut, he loves it when you gently but playfully tug on the skin. He loves that goofy yet saucy side of you. It keeps things alive in the bedroom.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In the kitchen on the island. This will often happen when he comes home from being on location and neither of you can hold it together long enough for a nice meal and catch up.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You dressing up for him. He knows that you’ve also put something skimpy and sexy underneath your clothes. It drives him crazy to think of what you are going to surprise him with

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Anything that could and would hurt you. He wants you to feel pleasured but not pained. This includes choking, biting hard enough to break the skin, whipping…basically anything that falls under the umbrella of extreme BDSM

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

You love seeing Taron unravel underneath you as you take him as deep as your gag reflex will allow.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on how much time you both have

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Because of both your jobs and work hours etc. quickies are had more often than long love making sessions

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

You both love experimenting because it keeps things exciting.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

This largely depends on how tired you both are and how long your work weeks have been

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You both own toys and like implementing them every now and then

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes teasing you as it makes him feel in control

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s vocal and because he knows you love it when he does this, he will sprinkle some dirty talk between those glorious moans of his

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Being that one of your favorite characters of his is Eggsy, he’ll often get you to agree to a roleplay session and boy oh boy is it one of the hottest things you two can do.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s a very good size😉

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He’s a Rabbit

Z = Zzz (how fast do they fall asleep afterwards?)

It varies and depends on how rough you two have fucked

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[burgers-and-french-fries]

SFW Fluffy Alphabet H.C (Kinda) with Jimmy Keene

Note: This one was a little trickier because I feel Jimmy is more smuttier than Taron would be but nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it.

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A = Attractive (what do they find attractive about you?)

Your Confidence.

B = Baby (do they want a family with you?)

He’s never pictured himself with kids but if it’s what you want, he’ll happily give that to you.

C = Cuddles (how do they like to cuddle or be cuddled?)

He’s not one that likes being cuddled but he’s happy to give you all the cuddles you want.

D = Dates (where do you often go for a date?)

He likes showing you off so you’ll quite often go out to a fancy restaurant or somewhere else public.

E = Everything (you are my everything)

With this, he won’t tell but he will show you. Most often he’ll do that with lavish gifts or something of that nature

F = Feelings (how did they know they liked you?)

You were a waitress when he met you and it was the constant attention you showed him that made him like you.

G = Gentle (are they gentle with you?)

In public, yes😉😏

H = Hands (are they into holding hands?)

Yes but usually this is one way he shows others that you are his and only his.

I = Impression (what was their first impression of you?)

Keeping it g rated, he thought that you were beautiful.

J = Jealousy (do they get jealous?)

Oh yes and he’ll get possessive too.

K = Kiss (how do they kiss you?)

I thought we were keeping this g rated, lol.

L = Love (who said it first?)

You did.

M = Memory (what’s their favorite memory with you?)

Your first date but I will leave it there.

N = Nurture (do they spoil and look after you?)

Showering you with expensive gifts is one of his love languages.

O = Outfit (do they like it when you get dressed up for them?)

He adores it.

P = Pet Names (what do they call you?)

Appropriate for this format, I’ll just say babe/baby.

Q = Queen (who’s superior?)

Jimmy is 100% and you don’t mind one bit.

R = Rainy Day (what do you two like to do on a rainy day?)

um…….I don’t know what to put for this as I feel like the rainy day would be full of NSFW activities which is not what we are going for here. Sorry

S = Sad (how do they cheer you up?)

He’ll buy you a new outfit and wine and dine you.

T = Talking (what do they like to talk about?)

He’s not that talkative usually but he’s happy to talk about whatever you want.

U = Useful (are they helpful around the house/apartment?)

He has a cleaner come a few times a week.

V = Verbs (how do they describe you to everyone else?)

If it’s a positive affirmation, he’ll use it.

W = Wedding (when, how, where do they propose?)

By the time that marriage comes up, you two have been dating for about 5 years. He takes you to an exotic location and proposes to you during a romantic dinner one night.

X = Xylophone (do they play any instruments ?)

He doesn’t

Y = Yours (do they get protective over you?)

Hell yes he does.

Z = Zoo (are they a fan of pets?)

Not really but if it’s something you want to invest in, he’ll give in.

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[burgers-and-french-fries]

NSFW Smutty Alphabet H.C with Jimmy Keene

Note: Just like with Taron's NSFW alphabet H.C, this one wasn't requested either but I wanted to do it anyway because I wanted to try and see how smutty I could get and I feel like I did a good job but you decide.

Enjoy!

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A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

He’ll usually go to sleep unless you are in the mood to cuddle him.

B = Body Part (What’s their favorite body part?)

Your boobs and your ass

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum really)

He likes cumming on your boobs and sometimes on your face

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s an open book so there is nothing you don’t know

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s extremely experienced

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

Doggy, for sure

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s more serious

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s waxed everywhere.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

He’s more of the rougher type

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’ll usually jack off in the shower if he feels the need to

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Facials, spanking, tying you up, making you beg, being called daddy. Anything dirty really.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The sofa in the living room

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You acting all innocent when you and Jimmy both know you are anything but innocent

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Anything that will cause extreme pain. He likes causing some pain but not enough that will make you bleed and/ or bruise excessively. No Extreme BDSM basically

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves seeing you on your knees in front of him with his cock shoved in your mouth while saliva drips from your chin and tears well in your eyes

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s rough, to the point where you sometimes can’t walk for a couple days afterwards.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

With how rough, hard and fast he can be, sometimes it doesn’t take that long for you or him to reach your orgasm in record time

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Risky is Jimmy’s middle name

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Depending on the motivation and how horny he is, he can go for at least a couple rounds

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes, toys are always used in some way or another

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves seeing how wet he can make you so, he’s big into teasing you

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

For the most part he’s quietish but he can be loud if he feels the need to be

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Don’t know what to put for this one as Jimmy is a character of Taron’s.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He doesn’t like to brag but he’s pretty proud of what’s between his legs

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Sex is always on his mind so, it’s pretty high

Z = Zzz (how fast do they fall asleep afterwards?)

He usually waits until you have fallen asleep before he closes his eyes to at least rest.

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[burgers-and-french-fries]

SFW Alphabet H.C with Taron Egerton.

Note: I'm so sorry for taking so long with this h.c. I've never done one of these I don't think so I hope that I did it justice.

Enjoy!

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A = Attractive (what do they find attractive about you?)

It may seem cliche but he really loves your eyes and how they light up when he locks eyes with you.

B = Baby (do they want a family with you?)

More than anything he’s ever wanted in his life.

C = Cuddles (how do they like to cuddle or be cuddled?)

Because his main love language is touch, he loves giving you cuddles any time that he can. It really doesn’t matter where you are, what you are doing or who you are with, he will always find an opportunity to have you in his arms. You love it though, being in his embrace always turns your day around and makes you feel safe.

D = Dates (where do you often go for a date?)

Occasionally you will go out to dinner but most of the time, you two will order your favorite food and binge watch your favorite show while you cuddle together under your most comfiest of blankets.

E = Everything (you are my everything)

He would rather show you than tell you😉😏

F = Feelings (how did they know they liked you?)

When you had breakfast and coffee delivered to his flat after knowing that he had an extremely long work day and didn’t feel like cooking anything for himself.

G = Gentle (are they gentle with you?)

He tries to be.

H = Hands (are they into holding hands?)

Besides cuddling you, this is his favorite thing to do.

I = Impression (what was their first impression of you?)

He was instantly drawn to you as he watched you read your favorite book at the table in the corner of the little cafe you were both in.

J = Jealousy (do they get jealous?)

Not typically but it depends on who you are talking to.

K = Kiss (how do they kiss you?)

You aren’t one to kiss and tell but if you had to give a small detail, you’d say that it was tender and passionate all at once.

L = Love (who said it first?)

He did.

M = Memory (what’s their favorite memory with you?)

The first time he took you camping…..it didn’t go well but it was a sweet memory and one that made you laugh whenever you thought about it.

N = Nurture (do they spoil and look after you?)

Absolutely!

O = Outfit (do they like it when you get dressed up for them?)

Taron adores it. It makes him feel like the luckiest guy on the planet.

P = Pet Names (what do they call you?)

Besides the typical Cariad, he will call you babe/baby or honey. Sometimes he’ll even call you sweetheart but that is usually reserved for when you aren’t feeling good and just want to be clingy.

Q = Queen (who’s superior?)

In his eyes and because he loves you so much, he’d shout from the rooftops that you are.

R = Rainy Day (what do you two like to do on a rainy day?)

Play board games, play card games, read, slow dance to old classics. Whatever your heart desires really.

S = Sad (how do they cheer you up?)

He will let you lay on top of him while he sings softly to you and gently plays with your hair. It’s very coming to you especially since you can hear his heart beating at the same time. 

T = Talking (what do they like to talk about?)

Anything and everything.

U = Useful (are they helpful around the house/apartment?)

You both agreed early on that you would split the chores evenly, so yes, when he is home and not working, he is wonderful. If he is busy working, he will still do what he can.

V = Verbs (how do they describe you to everyone else?)

Sassy, sweet, funny, kind, caring, confident, bright. Basically, everything positive that comes to his mind.

W = Wedding (when, how, where do they propose?)

You aren’t one for big and over the top proposals so it was at home. Just the two of you as the sounds of the late night storm could be heard outside and you were wrapped up in each other’s arms.

X = Xylophone (do they play any instruments ?)

Not professionally but he is learning to play the guitar, he can play a little bit of the piano and there are rumors between his friends that he has started playing the ukulele because it’s your favorite instrument.

Y = Yours (do they get protective over you?)

Depends on the situation but yes, he does.

Z = Zoo (are they a fan of pets?)

He loves them.

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[burgers-and-french-fries]

Taron Egerton: Coffee Daydream.

Note: This is to tide you over for a few days while I work on the others and get them scheduled for you.

I hope that you enjoy but please remember that this is unedited and there are mistakes etc. Also note that the reader does have a name in this but you can change it to your name when you read this.

Enjoy!

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It had been more than a few bloody weeks since Taron and Cherrie had moved into their new house and the wi-fi had been disconnected (so that it could be connected at their new place) and there was nothing to do. I mean, there was stuff to do but nothing that sounded appealing to Cherrie. She had tried to unpack, tried to read the books she needed to for her classes, but they weren’t capturing her attention, making it hard for her to get into. She had also tried to make some fun meals but that only resulted in the food getting burnt and the house almost catching fire. Nothing was going her way and it was beyond irritating at this point.

The only thing that managed to keep her somewhat sane was the currently grumpy pain in the ass male in the upstairs bedroom catching up on his beauty sleep as he had just come back from a work trip to L.A.

“Right, I’ve had it. Time for a walk Ziggy.” Cherrie said as she wandered over to where the pup’s leash was kept, as well as the shoes and coats.

Ziggy trotted after her and sat down at her feet, waiting to be hooked up to his leash and of course waiting for Cherrie to put her shoes etc. on ready for their outing. It was Ziggy’s favorite as he got to sniff around and make a new friend or two at the dog park. It was great fun.

Cherrie on the other hand, used it as a chance to clear her mind and as a chance to get fresh air. It was cathartic for her and so was the singing she did as she passed the other town dwellers. She didn’t care who heard her or what she sounded like. It was a good escape for her, and it brought her so much joy. The cutest thing about it is that every time she did this with Ziggy by her side, it almost looked like the pup was dancing along as he trotted beside her. His head would move side to side and his body would appear as though it was bopping along to whatever tune Cherrie was singing. They were perfect companion duo.

=

45 minutes, one missing tennis ball, two sticks collected and one large coffee later, Cherrie and Ziggy returned home. They had seen and done so much, and they were both feeling tired and were ready to warm up. Of course Ziggy was looking forward to getting cuddled up on the sofa whilst Cherrie worked on the puzzle she bought last year. She had wanted to complete it as soon as she got it but then her mind went to other things, and it got put into the game cupboard and hadn’t been touched since. Cherrie didn’t know how long her sanity would last with the puzzle, but she was determined to at least complete a good chunk of it so that she could leave the rest for the grumpy butt to complete while he was home and between jobs.

“Right Ziggy, come here.” Cherrie said as she got off her chair to charge it, before picking the damp dog up. She carried him inside and shut the door, locking it behind her.

“Oh good, you’re back.” Came a raspy voice.

“Yup but I’m tired and looking forward to a shower. It’s bloody cold out there and wet.” She replied as she placed Ziggy down. Big mistake. The pup decided that it would be a good time to shake out his fur and water went everywhere. On the walls of the entry way, on the rug and on Cherrie and on Taron as well.

“Oh well, thank you.” Taron grumbled as he wiped away a few droplets that had hit his face. Cherrie tried not to giggle as she too wiped droplets away.

“I’m going to make some coffee, want some?” Cherrie asked as she removed her coat and hung it on the peg.

“I suppose. I’m going for a shower.” Taron replied.

“Ok but first, can I have a kiss?” Cherrie asked, making Taron smile, as grumpy as he was.

Taron leaned forward and pecked her lips quickly. It would do for now.

“Thank you.” Cherrie said as Taron turned and bounded up the stairs.

=

Cherrie pottered around the kitchen as the coffee machine did it’s thing. She put together some sweets and baked goods on a plate so that she could enjoy them with her coffee and as she did her puzzle. It would give her energy and give her dopamine as well.

Once the treats were plated, Cherrie pulled out her phone to check and see if she had any Instagram messages. With no surprises, she didn’t have any messages but what she was met with was a very smoking hot picture of her boyfriend.

It was black and white, and he was sprawled out on a sofa wearing the softest looking cardigan and a pair of jeans. His hair was slightly disheveled and appeared to have curls in it….her favorite. This photo was drool worthy for sure.

Cheekily, she typed out a comment and posted it just as the coffee machine alerted her that the coffee was ready. She shut off her phone and set it on the counter, mentally fanning herself as she felt the familiar pulling in her lower belly every time she saw Taron in person or in hot picture form.

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Meanwhile, Taron was drying off when he heard his phone buzz on the bedside table. He walked over to it and smirked when he saw it was the comment Cherrie left on his post. Boy was she going to get a surprise when she saw him wearing the cardigan and the jeans.

He had already asked the stylist while on set if he could have it as he knew Cherrie would love it. She had accepted and told him that she’d send it to him. He thanked her and while Cherrie was out on her walk this morning, it arrived. Taron had hurried to get it upstairs before Cherrie got home and thank goodness as well because she arrived home a couple minutes after he came downstairs from hiding it away in case.

Taron placed his phone back down and went back to drying off before he dressed himself and went to join Cherrie.

=

Walking downstairs as quietly as he could as to not disturb Cherrie, Taron saw her sitting at the table,  digging through the puzzle pieces as she tried to find another piece that would fit with the candle image she was currently attempting to build.

“Gotcha, you little fucker.” Cherrie shouted excitedly. She placed it in it’s proper spot and moved on.

Taron tried not to giggle at her outburst as he got into position on the sofa.

Ziggy yipped at Taron which made Cherrie grunt in annoyance.

“Ziggy, stop bar-“ She started as she turned to see Taron looking at her from the sofa.

Cherrie was at a loss for words. Her throat felt dry, and her body felt all warm and tingly.

“Well, are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to come and give me a kiss?” Taron said seductively.

Cherrie swallowed slowly. She was very turned on which made Taron smirk at her, which in turn made Cherrie blink slowly and bite her lower lip as she checked him out.

She moved from her chair and moved over to where he was and stood over him as he gently took her hand as he moved off the sofa to stand in front of her.

“Hello.” Cherrie muttered before her brain decided to join in on the party her body was feeling. She shook her head.

“I mean, oh my god.” She said as she let her fingers trail over the material of the brown cardigan. Of course that wasn’t all that she was feeling. She could feel the semi softness of his belly. Yes, he still had some muscle on his body but for the most part, he was back to his cuddly self at least for now.

Taron watched her through sultry eyes and sucked in a small breath as her hand grazed over his jean covered penis.

“This looks so good on you.” Cherrie whispered as their bodies drew closer together and their lips touched in a gentle yet hidden passion kiss. Their lips fitting together better than they remembered.

Taron’s hands went to both sides of Cherrie’s face as her hand gripped onto the cardigan as if she was afraid he’d disappear.

“But?” Taron mumbled against her lips. Cherrie pulled away enough to see his half open eyes.

“But it would look even better on the ground.” She replied.

Taron chuckled lightly and closed the gap between them again. One of his hands on her back pulling her in as his other hand tangled in her hair, keeping her in place.

Little by little, articles of clothing sat on the ground in a messy pile as the couple laid on the sofa. Cherrie under Taron as he kissed down her body. The scruff of his face tickling her skin in the best ways and the best part, the feeling of his bare erection rubbing against her inner most intimate parts.

“Feels so good.” Cherrie sighed out as she felt Taron’s right-hand travel down to her clit where it began to rub her tenderly.

Taron chuckled against her left breast as his tongue encircled her nipple, taking gentle nips here and there, making her back arch as a wave of ecstasy coursed through her veins.

“Stop teasing.” She whimpered. Taron moved from her chest to look up at her.

“I thought you liked being teased.” He said.

“I do but I just need to feel every inch of you in me.” She replied, making his body shudder at the image in his brain.

“You sure?” He asked and Cherrie nodded.

“Please.” She said breathily.

Taron removed his fingers from her clit and brought his hand up to his mouth so that he could lubricate his cock. Once he had the lubrication, he moved his fingers to wrap around himself. He stroked his penis a couple times before running the head of his penis against Cherrie, collecting her arousal before he slid into her.

Cherrie cried out as she felt him stretch her. It was a feeling that she would never get used to. It was like she was floating on air. It was sexy, magical, hot and passionate.

“Oh fuck.” She said as she felt him bottom out, his balls against her and the light smattering of his pubic hair rubbing against her as he took a few steady breaths.

“Ready?” He asked when he felt confident enough that he was going to cum.

“Hmmm.” Cherrie moaned, giving Taron the ‘all clear’.

Taron leaned down and captured her lips in a sweet kiss as he began to pull out of her before steadily entering her again.

Soon enough he set a rhythm and both of them were moaning in tandem and Cherrie felt herself getting dangerously close to her orgasm.

“I’m so close.” She warned. Taron wasn’t having that, so he slowed right down, much to Cherrie’s dismay.

“Why did you do that?” She asked as he dragged out his movements.

“I’m not there yet.” He breathed out simply.

“Go back to that pace and you will be soon.” She said with a hint of mischief in her eye.

Instead of questioning her, he did as she said and just like she said, Taron quickly reached his climax at the same time as Cherrie, thanks to the fact that she delicately bit down on one of his nipples. It’s not something he ever thought he’d be into, but damn was it euphoric.

“Holy fuck.” Taron muttered as he buried his face in the crook of Cherrie’s neck.

“I couldn’t agree more. That was incredible.” She agreed.

“Give me a few minutes and we can go again.” Taron quipped making Cherrie giggle.

=

“You with me?” Layne asked as she sat on the other side of the computer screen during her and Cherrie’s daily call.

Cherrie shook her head.

“Yeah, sorry. My mind wandered there for a minute.” Cherrie replied.

“I could tell.” Layne chuckled, knowing exactly what Cherrie was thinking.

“It’s that bloody picture. It’s hot.” Cherrie told her friend.

Layne nodded.

“Tell me about it.” Layne said.

“The black and white doesn’t help either.” Cherrie said and Layne nodded again in agreement.

“Oh for sure. It really suites him.” Layne replied.

The friends talked for a little longer before Cherrie declared her need for a coffee. They hung up and Cherrie went to the kitchen to make her coffee and day dream some more.

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[burgers-and-french-fries]

~Taron Egerton: Buzzing Attraction.

Summer…

The season of abundant bright sunshine. Hot sandy beaches, ice-cold treats and barbeques with friends and family. Swimming in the ocean, fishing and collecting rocks and other fun treasures one comes across during beach trips.

It was also the season of gentle sea breezes, swarms of seagulls, fish and chips, walks along the pier, sun bathing and picnics in the park or in the safety of your back yard. If you were feeling really adventurous and a tad frisky though, you could even say that it was the season of new found love and naughty activities with your new neighbors. That’s what it was for y/n and the hottie next door.

Y/n had just moved into the empty house next to Taron’s and while he’d normally go over and introduce himself or offer to help carry heavy boxes, he was just getting back into the routine of being home in Wales as he had been overseas filming his new swashbuckling movie, The Adventures of Anne Bonny, in which he portrayed pirate, Calico Jack.  

Taron was tired to say the least and when he woke up that morning to see such a beautiful bright sunny  sky, he decided that a day in the backyard with Nelly was needed. He ordered himself some food, grabbed a few beers and treats for Nelly before heading outside in just his shorts to soak up the weather.

Y/n on the other hand had been bathing in the sun for the last half an hour in her new black bikini. She had never really had the confidence to buy swim suits like that but with this fresh start, she figured that she’d try it and if she was being honest, it made her feel quite sexy. Sexier than the slime she was dating before she moved to Aber.

She was really loving to be in a town where community really mattered. Where everyone knew everyone and looked after one another. The locals were great and would often tell stories of people in the town. One of which, she had already heard many of. Her new neighbor. Upon hearing these stories, she knew being civil with him was the way to go, because she still wanted to be careful. Mind you, she didn’t really trust anybody yet. That would come in it’s own time. She couldn’t lie though; he was incredibly good looking and had the most adorable sassy dog.

Speaking of the sassy ball of fluff and fur, she was busy swimming after the ball Taron had thrown into the pool for her to catch. Fetch was her favorite game and when she could, she would always try and initiate a game or two with whoever gave her attention, which most of the time was Taron’s two young sisters, Rosie and Mari.

Y/n could hear Taron talking to Nelly and it made her smile. He sounded like a good guy. Nelly of course would bark back as though answering him.

She was just about to say something to him when out of nowhere, the stupid bee that had been bothering y/n earlier, returned. This time though, it was out for revenge after y/n swatted at it. It landed right on her inner thigh. Y/n had heard that if you stayed as still as you could, the bees etc. wouldn’t sting you. She tried this but the bastard ignored that and stung her anyway.

Y/n let out a yelp and jumped from her lounge chair in attempt to get the stinging sensation to dissipate. It didn’t. It only intensified.

“What happened?” Taron asked as he jumped the fence and rushed to her aid.

Y/n stopped her over reactive movements and just stared at him. What the hell was he doing?

He helped y/n over to the lounge chair she had been sitting on previously and began examining her body for any harm; and without thinking, this included completely removing her swimming bottoms, which normally y/n would say something about, but she was honestly too flabbergasted to register what was going on.

“Bee sting.” Was all that y/n managed to squeak out as she continued to watch him and what he was doing.

Meanwhile, Nelly was looking at her human through the fence and if she could, she would have rolled her eyes at his overdramatic action of jumping over the fence. The four-legged animal let out a sound similar to a scoff and went back to retrieving her ball from the pool, letting a splash follow in her wake.

While Taron was examining her, y/n tried to keep her moans to herself. His hands felt good against her skin and his fingers -which were very close to her core- felt better than she could have imagined. It was only when Taron noticed how quiet she was, that he realized what he had done. His stomach dropped. Not only had he jumped the fence and invaded her property, but he had also just invaded her personal space and violated her. His hands fell from her, and he moved back. Y/n was disappointed at the lack of contact.

“I’m so sorry.” He said quickly, making y/n nod slowly.

What was she supposed to say? Was she supposed to get mad like anyone would and had the right to or was she supposed to tell him to keep going because it felt so good to be touched that way.

Oh no, instead, all that came out was a moan that she had been supressing.

Taron’s brows rose in amusement and y/n blushed a deep Scarlett. I guess getting mad at him like her brain wanted was out of the question. Stupid hormones.

Y/n cleared her throat and smirked at him.

“I was going to yell at you for that, but I guess you caught me.” She replied through an embarrassed chuckle.

“Felt that good did it?” Taron asked, taking a leap of faith with the seduction and teasing in his tone of voice.

“Honestly?” Y/n asked, biting her lip a little for effect.

Taron nodded.

Y/n motioned for him to come closer with her finger and he slowly inched forward, placing his hands on the arm rests either side of her body, essentially trapping her in place.

“I want to see what that tongue of yours can do.” She teased, running her fingers along his arm tenderly, sending shivers not only down his spine, but hers as well. She was never like this, but she was too turned on to care.

Taron smirked down at her and watched as she subtly licked her lower lip in anticipation.

“Is that so?” He teased.

Y/n watched him with hungry eyes as she nodded slowly, letting out a small yet low hum.

“Yes.” She replied softly, bringing her hands up to remove the sunglasses he was wearing. She wanted to see his eyes. She wanted to look into them as she felt his tongue in places it shouldn’t be.

“Spread your legs.” He whispered before lowering his face to hers, silently asking for a kiss.

Y/n tilted her head back a little more, inviting his lips to grace hers in a tender yet erotically passionate dance. One that left y/n feeling electrified, heady and wanted. One that neither she nor Taron had ever experienced in their lives. One that left her feeling breathless and warm at the same time.

Taron was the one to break the kiss and the look in y/n’s eye told him all that he needed to know. She was hooked on him as much as he was to her.

He smiled at her and moved down to situate himself between her legs. The place he had been before with concern for her but now, he was down there with nothing but lust and a deep yearning for her.

“Ready?” He asked, wanting to make sure she was ok with his actions this time.

Y/n locked eyes with him and nodded, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Yes.” She replied, a giddiness in her tone.

Taron took note of the tone and winked at her, making her blush once more. She couldn’t wait any longer. She wanted him. No, she needed him.

Y/n watched as he inched closer to her core and when she felt his breath fan across her clit, she shuddered. He glanced up at her and saw that infatuation was written all over her face. It made him feel attractive, more than he ever had.

“Holy fuck.” Y/n gasped as she felt the tip of his tongue barely graze over her clit. Her body arched into him, trying to feel more.

Taron smiled against her as he swirled his tongue around her clit with more pressure. Y/n moaned out and grasped on to the arm rest, in an attempt to steady herself.

Never before had she felt this amount of pleasure course through her veins. Y/n had known some pretty good cunnilingus in her time, but this was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was pure ecstasy, and she didn’t know what else to do other than grip the arm rests as she attempted to catch her breath, but it was damn near impossible as she felt his tongue enter her.

“Oh god.” She moaned out.

Taron pulled away enough to look up at her.

“Keep going.” Y/n said, harsher than she meant to. The amusement in Taron’s eyes made her smile down at him. He was enjoying this and frankly, so was she.

“On one condition.” Taron replied.

“What?” She questioned.

“Go out with me.” He answered as he let his fingers graze over her pussy ever so lightly. Y/n moaned and bit her lower lip.

“Give me an orgasm out of this world and I will.” She bartered, desperate for a release. One he was currently delaying.

“You got yourself a deal.” Taron mumbled against her dripping pussy.

As he inserted his middle finger into her, y/n threw her head back and moaned even louder than she had been. Taron moved to suck on her clit as he added his ring finger into her. He began pumping his fingers in and out of her; slow at first and then as fast as his arm would let him.

The sensation of his fingers inside her, stretching her out and the suction he had over her clit had y/n writhing in rapture. Her body felt as though it was on fire with all the stimulation it was receiving.

Y/n was too in her own world to realize just how close she was. Taron though, he could feel her pulsing around his fingers, and this gave him the indication that she was so close, so, he moved his fingers even faster and gave one last good suck before she was writhing on the lounge chair. Her body on overdrive as she squirted. Something she had never done during sex of any kind.

Taron watched in awe at the scene in front of him. Sure he had been told that he had a talent in the oral sex area but to see the effects of it play out in front of him had his body pulsing with the need for his own release. He tried to stop it, but it was no use. His cock twitched in his shorts and left him shuddering as his own orgasm rushed through him.

“I can’t move.” Y/n said, barely able to form the words.

Taron wanted to reply but he was too busy going through his own climax to do so.

Y/n opened her eyes and saw the pleasure on his face. She giggled lazily to herself as she watched him come back down.

“Wow, I’ve never done that before.” Y/n said after a minute or two.

Taron opened his eyes and looked at her with question.

“I’ve never made a guy cum without touching him.” She admitted, smiling at him. It was Taron’s turn to blush a deep Scarlett.

“It’s hot.” She told him, boosting his confidence (and ego) a little bit.

“Yeah?” He asked, looking down at his crotch.

“Oh yeah.” She replied.

They looked at each other and smirked.

“So, how about we get cleaned up and go on that date?” Y/n suggested, making Taron nod.

“Just promise me one thing.” Y/n said.

“What’s that?” He replied.

“Use the front door when you leave.” She teased as she stood on her still shaky legs and walked into the house with a breathless Taron following behind her.

Yeah, Summer was the season for many things, hot backyard sex being one of them.

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~Jimmy Keene: The Story of Us.

Note: I’m not sure how good this is but I really like how it turned out. It’s super cute and really made my heart melt.

Please keep in mind that there is probably a plethora of mistakes etc. in this but please ignore them.

For the very last time, please enjoy!

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5:20am was never a time that Mia woke up at but one week into having a newborn, her body was already trained to start the day earlier. Normally she was ok with that but being woken up at that time with painful postpartum contractions were not something Mia envisioned for her Saturday morning, especially since she and Jimmy had agreed to go for a walk today.

Mia laid in her spot for a minute trying to decide if the cramps were bad enough to do anything about. After about a second, Mia decided that they were bad, and she knew that the only thing that would help her was to sit on the toilet. So mis threw the covers off her body and stiffly sat up, trying not to aggravate the swelling that had occurred down there.

She quietly trudged to the bathroom, turned the light on and sat down on the toilet. She was on there for about a minute or two when Jimmy appeared in the doorway rubbing his eyes.

“You ok?” He asked huskily as a yawn escaped his mouth.

“Contractions.” Mia replied as she hid her face in her hands.

It wasn’t that she was embarrassed, it was more for the fact that the lights were bright, and her body was so exhausted.

“Can I do anything?” He asked as he sat down on the edge of the tub.

“Hold my hand?” Mia replied as she held her hand out for him to take.

Jimmy smiled and took hold of her hand.

They sat like that for another minute before Paisley could be heard whimpering through her baby monitor.

“I’ll go, you get back to bed and get comfortable.” Jimmy told his wife, helping her to stand and pull her pants and underwear back up.

“Thanks Jim.” Mia said.

“Love you.” He mumbled as he disappeared from the room.

Mia laid back down in the bed and she would have stayed awake, but her eyes were way too heavy, and the sleep took over as soon as her head hit the pillow again.

=

A few hours later Mia was still sleeping, and Jimmy was wide awake not knowing what to do with himself as both of his girls were sound asleep. Sure he could go back to sleep himself but what good would that do when the house needed to be cleaned and he was hungry and to be honest, itching to work out.

Jimmy yawned and carefully got out of bed and went to the closet to find his grey workout shorts.

When he was ready felt good to go, Jimmy headed downstairs with the baby monitor in hand so that he could hear when his daughter needed him.

Of course he barely stepped foot in the home gym when the baby made her needs known. Jimmy sighed but happily rushed up the stairs to his little girl.

“Good morning Pais, did you have a good sleep?” He asked as he picked up the newborn. Paisley immediately stopped her cries and settled in her dad’s arms.

“Goodness missy, you need a diaper change.” Jimmy noted as he smelled the poop wafting from her soiled diaper.

Jimmy laid Paisley down on her change pad and went about changing her.

When she had a fresh Diaper on, Jimmy picked her back up and went to her closet where Mia had an array of baby clothes stocked.

“Ok, let’s see.” Jimmy said as he went through the sweet little onesies he and Mia had bought for their daughter when they found out Mia was pregnant.

Finally, Jimmy settled on a onesie that was covered in small delicate duckies. It looked so cute on the baby that it made Jimmy’s heart melt. She was all her mama.

=

At 9:12am, Mia woke up and stretched. Yes, she was still tired, but she felt more rested, and she was about to turn over to go back to sleep when she heard the blender start up downstairs.

She smiled to herself and got out of bed and went to the bathroom so she could shower and freshen up a bit before joining her husband and daughter for breakfast.

=

“Well, hello.” Mia said as she walked downstairs to see Jimmy pouring his protein shake in a cup with one hand while his cheek rested on Paisley’s head to stop her head from moving. It was really cute to see but what made it even more comical was the fact that Paisley was peeking over his burp rag clad shoulder almost as though she was checking to see who was disrupting her time with her dad.

“Morning babe.” Mia said as she kissed his bare shoulder before kissing Paisley’s head.

“How are you feeling?” Jimmy asked as he turned to face Mia.

“Still tired but a bit better. Thank you for letting me sleep.” Mia replied.

“Good.” He replied.

“Nice shorts Mr. Keene.” Mia whispered in his ear as she lightly smacked his butt.

Jimmy chuckled and winked at her. He knew that she loved it when he wore those specific shorts.

Mia was going to say something else, but Paisley beat her to it and started rooting and crying.

“Come here honey.” Mia said as she gently took the baby from Jimmy.

Mia walked over to the couch so that she could nurse paisley.

“There we go.” Mia said, feeling proud that she and Paisley had a really good breastfeeding system now.

Breastfeeding came easy at first but after a couple of days, Paisley appeared to be struggling which caused so much pain for Mia as her nipples felt as though they had been cut by a million tiny shards of glass. Some nights she even cried while Jimmy did everything he did to help his wife.

Jimmy stayed in the kitchen and made breakfast for Mia and cleaned up as he watched on. He was so proud of Mia for everything she had gone through. She was so strong and so brave. She made his world so much better. In his eyes, he’d be lost without her.

“The house looks good baby, thanks for cleaning it.” Mia said over her shoulder as she continued to nurse the baby.

Jimmy looked over at his wife and smiled.

“You’re welcome but you won’t be saying that when you hear what I found while I was cleaning.” Jimmy told her mischievously.

“Oh god, what?” Mia cringed, thinking of what he was on about.

“Your old ballet recital tapes.” He said.

Mia grunted. She did enjoy ballet when she was younger but now that she was older and so out of touch with it, she kind of loathed it, especially since it caused so many ankle issues now.

“Where did you find them?” Mia asked, moving to burp Paisley.

“Nowhere in particular.” He answered nonchalantly.

“We aren’t watching them.” Mia told him and he playfully pouted at her as he came over to where she was sitting.

When he was comfortable, he took the burp rag from Mia’s shoulder and took the baby so that he could finish burping her.

“Why not? I thought we could show Paisley how cute you were.” Jimmy whined, sticking his bottom lip out as paisley looked at him with wide eyes as she let out the biggest burp she could muster.

Mia giggled and Jimmy smiled.

“That’s my girl.” Jimmy praised, kissing the baby’s small cheek.

“Fine, we can watch them.” Mia said, leaning back.

“But.” Jimmy said, knowing there was more.

“We have to watch your old home movies too.” Mia said as a smirk grew on her face.

Jimmy just looked at her. Sure he liked reliving the old days but as he got older and now had a family, he’d much rather focus on the now and what the future held for him.

“We could make some popcorn and spend the day showing Paisley our story. Hell we could watch our wedding video.” Mia suggested.

“You just had breakfast.” Jimmy said.

Mia shrugged.

“So, I’m breastfeeding. I’m hungry all the time.” She told him, making him chuckle.

“Why don’t you pick the tape you want to show her first and we’ll go make some popcorn.” Jimmy said as he and Paisley headed for the kitchen.

=

Once the popcorn was ready, Jimmy and the baby rejoined Mia on the couch and Mia covered them all in a warm blanket as Jimmy situated the big bowl in front of him and Mia so they could both reach.

“Alright, let’s watch the story of us.” Mia said as Jimmy pressed play.

Mia laid her head Jimmy’s shoulder as they watched a tiny Mia frolic about the stage in her bright pink tutu.

“I love you so much.” Jimmy said softly as the same tiny Mia waved at the camera.

“I love you so much too.” Mia replied.

“Forever and always?” Jimmy asked.

Mia looked at him and kissed him tenderly.

“Forever and always.” Mia told him before kissing him tenderly once more before they turned back to the screen, reliving their pasts and showing their daughter their stories.

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I don’t know how many of you remember this imagine but for the people that do, would you be interested in reading a second part to this?

The reason that I ask is because I’ve had this adorable idea floating around my head for a while now and I feel the need to write it down.

So yeah, please let me know if you be interested in a second part to this.

Most of all @stronglyobsessed​ would you be interested in a second part as you were the original requester.

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Last Chance To Request An Imagine!

Hello everyone!

Before I get into the reason for this post, I just want to thank each and every one of you for your imagine requests. I have had a lot of writing them again.

Now for the reason of this post...

On Wednesday, December 20th, I will be closing my inbox so that I can work on the imagine requests I have received over the last couple days.

So, if you would like an imagine before the cut off date, please get your requests in now and as always, feel free to be as detailed with your requests as you'd like.

Thanks again for all of your support and love.

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ATTN: Inbox and PM's open for requests again!

Hey guys,

I know I said that I wouldn't be posting anymore imagines but I have recently found myself feeling like I want to write some so please send in your requests.

I'm open to writing for anyone and for any scenario.

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Hellloooo!!!!!

Can i request an imagine with Taron? Where the reader is lets say a model, but has had a few singing gigs in the past? Therefore when her friend (u can choose the singer) goes on tour in England, she's invited as a surprise guest to sing a few songs and Taron comes as her +1 in backstage and is just flabbergasted, happy and proud supporting his girl? <3333 thank uuuu!!!

Note: Thank you so much for requesting this cute imagine. I had fun writing it and while I don't know if it really fits with what you asked, I think it turned out just as cute.

All that being said, I hope that you enjoy!

P.S: If you want a part 2 to this, please let me know and I'll be happy to write it❤️

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Dancing around a dressing room, y/n felt her nerves course through her veins. It was the same feeling she got before a fashion show in which she would have to model but tonight, she was not modeling but preforming on stage with her best friend, Devon Cole.

Devon and y/n had been friends for a while now, having met through a mutual friend and when Devon reached out to y/n, asking if she’d like to do a surprise appearance. Y/n of course jumped at the chance. She was thrilled.

Y/n and Devon talked further details and one detail was a plus one. Y/n asked if bringing Taron would be ok and Devon agreed, excited to finally meet the man in person.

“Nervous?” Taron asked as he watched his girlfriend pace the floor, whilst shaking out her hands.

“What do you think?” She snapped harsher than she meant.

Taron’s eyebrows rose and he looked at her with slight amusement on his face.

“Sorry. Yes, very.” Y/n said, correcting her original reply.

“Come here.” Taron instructed.

Y/n smiled and sauntered over to him and slotted her body against his in a comforting and reassuring hug.

“Thank you for coming with me.” Y/n mumbled into Taron’s neck.

The man chuckled and rubbed y/n’s back lovingly before pulled away from their embrace.

“Consider it payback for tailing me with all the performances I did with Elton.” Taron told her, making her laugh.

“Is that the only reason you agreed to come along?” Y/n asked.

Taron simply shrugged.

“Oh, I see how it is.” Y/n said as she playfully rolled her eyes.

Before either of them could say anything else, a stage hand came to let y/n know that it was almost time.

Y/n thanked the person and turned back to Taron with a look of panic on her face.

“Don’t be worried. You’ll be great.” Taron told her.

“You’ve never seen or heard me sing before. How do you know?” Y/n asked genuinely.

“Because you are the love of my life and because I already know how talented you are.” Taron replied.

“You won’t be saying that when I freeze on stage.” Y/n mumbled.

Taron sighed playfully and gave y/n a kiss.

“If you’re really that worried, look for me in the crowd.” Taron suggested.

“There’s way too many people out there, it will be hard to spot you.” Y/n replied.

“I’ll be the one making goo-goo eyes at you.” Taron teased as he and y/n walked down the corridor.

“Doofus.” Y/n said, chuckling at his words.

They shortly arrived at the stage door and y/n took a deep breath.

Taron could see how nervous she was and gave her another hug. One of reassurance, comfort, love and good luck.

“Knock em dead baby. You got this.” He told her before she disappeared through the doorway with her mic in hand and a shy smile on her face.

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Taking Chances: Chapter Forty Nine.

Note: This is the penultimate chapter and I’m beyond thrilled to say that because I am so ready to move on with Taron and Nicola’s story.

That being said, this chapter is only half edited so keep that in mind when reading. Also keep in mind that this chapter mentions the use of drugs and alcohol. it also mentions suicide and other forms of abuse; and last but certainly not least, this mentions adoption.

I think that covers it. Enjoy!

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Laying in bed wide awake was nothing new for Nicola but with her mind going a million miles per milli-second with the events that led up to this point, it was no wonder why she couldn’t seem to settle herself.

“Are you awake?” Nicola asked just above a whisper. When no reply came, she continued to lay there until she grew annoyed with her brain and gently got out of bed.

She quietly walked down to the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea before sitting on the sofa and turning on the tv in the hopes that whatever was on would help lull her into a sense of tiredness and she’d be able to finally fall asleep.

*Flashback*

After saying her goodbyes and giving her well wishes to Edna, Nicola sat on the ground with her bags next her in the airport baggage claim. She honestly had no clue what to do.

She sat there with a blank look on her face as she picked at the skin around her fingers, deciding what her next move would be. Did she really want to leave the protection of the airport building and face reality or did she just want to stay in her current spot and let the world pass her by. She didn’t know. She felt lost.

Sure she talked to Edna on the plane and told her certain things, but it didn’t help like she had hoped. Instead she felt fried, like her brain was a hamster running on its hamster wheel with no end in sight.

Nicola pulled out her phone and saw that she had a few missed calls from Brenna and a couple texts from her as well. Nicola had no energy to reply but the one thing she had the energy for was talking to Taron. As much as he had made her mad and pissed her off at times, he felt like her rock, her safe place. She knew it didn’t make much sense but now that they were on the same page of moving on for the better, she felt like she really needed him in this moment.

She was about to press his contact name but when Brenna called, Nicola stopped and thought better of it. She knew it wasn’t smart to do until she and Taron could talk face to face.

Nicola took a deep breath and answered the call, but one thing was for sure, she could really use one of Taron’s comforting hugs right about now.

=

Meanwhile back in Cannes, Taron sat on the bed taking a small break from packing. He scrolled through his phone and looked at the pictures from the previous night.

 He still felt like he was on cloud nine with everything. Not only had the movie been well received but he and Nicola had finally taken a step forward to repair their relationship and he was hopeful that they’d end up together. Though in saying that, Nicola had disappeared again, which at this point was par for the course. Taron would show his vulnerability to her and then she’d run. This time though, he knew something larger was keeping them apart, he just wasn’t aware of what it was yet.

Clicking on an image taken of him and Luna, Taron smiled but jumped when a knock sounded at the door.

“Taron, it’s Guy.” Guy prudently said through the door.

Taron frowned to himself. He felt the worry flood over him. He thought it was about one of the kids, but nothing could have prepared him for what Guy was about to say.

“What is it? What’s wrong? Are the kids ok?” Taron asked as he opened the door, revealing Guys concerned expression.

“The kids are fine, but I don’t think Nicola is.” Guy replied.

Taron’s face paled and his heart started racing.

“Go on.” Taron said cautiously.

Guy took a deep breath and played the voice message for Taron that was left before Nicola was notified.

‘Hello, my name is detective Fellows with Scotland Yard. I’m looking for Nicola Ryan. We have tried contacting her but are unable to do so. If you are able to reach her, please tell her that we need to speak as soon as possible as this is a family matter. Thank you for your time, have a good afternoon.’

Taron stood in his spot feeling even more concerned.

“What was the family matter?” Taron asked.

Guy didn’t reply, instead, he played another voice message.

‘Hi, this is Amanda Robinson with Chilton family services. I have made attempts to contact Nicola Ryan in regard to the passing of her parents, Carolyn Henrik and Greg Owens but have been unsuccessful at this time. She has listed you as her emergency contact, so if you do hear from her, please let her know that she is to contact me as soon as possible. Thank you.’

“Are you ok?” Guy said after he pocketed his phone and looked at Taron who was unmoving. He knew something was wrong and this confirmed his suspicions. He had to get to her now.

“She needs me.” Taron said as his body put itself on autopilot.

=

Sitting on the train, Nicola replayed the conversation she had with Brenna on the phone.

*Mini Flashback*

“Is everything ok Nic, you’ve not answered me at all.” Brenna asked. She wasn’t mad at all, she just wanted to make sure that her friend was ok after Nicola told her about the events of the premiere.

“I left early.” Nicola replied numbly.

Brenna’s brows furrowed.

“What happened?” Brenna questioned.

“My parents.” Nicola said.

Brenna could hear the silent tears in Nicola’s tone. She could sense that her friend was in more distress than she was letting on.

“Do you want to talk about it, or do you want me just to stay on the phone with you?” Brenna asked.

“Stay on the phone.” Nicola said, closing her exhausted eyes to stop the tears she felt building.

“Ok. I’m here when and if you are ready.” Brenna answered.

Nicola stayed on the phone with her friend for a while longer until she felt her tailbone screaming for relief.

Nicola stood up and went outside to hail a taxi to the train station.

“I’m staying on with you but if I randomly hang up on you, I’m getting in a taxi.” Nicola explained.

“Ok.” Brenna said, taking a drink of her coffee.

“Can I ask you something?” Nicola questioned and Brenna chuckled.

“You just did.” She replied, trying to make light of everything. It didn’t work.

“Bren.” Nicola simply said.

“Sorry. Go on.” Brenna responded, feeling bad.

Nicola bit her lower lip.

“How did you deal with the emotions when your father passed away?” Nicola asked, feeling her heart shatter all over again.

Brenna’s heart sank and she closed her eyes.

“Oh god Nic. When did it happen?” Brenna asked, putting two and two together.

“Last night while we were watching the movie.” Nicola told Brenna softly.

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry.” Brenna said.

They talked for a while longer before the taxi arrived.

*End of Mini Flashback*

Again, Nicola should have felt better after having told someone, but she didn’t, and she was beginning to wonder if she’d ever feel relief after talking about all of this.

=

While Taron was on the way to the airport, he googled to see what the cheapest flight back to London was. He needed to find the next available one but to his dismay, he couldn’t find any for the life of him.

He groaned to himself and called Lindsay to see if she had anymore luck on her end. Unsurprisingly, she was able to find exactly what he needed. She gave him the details and as soon as the car pulled up, Taron jumped out, grabbed his bags and ran to where his airline section was.

“Passport please.” The lady behind the desk asked.

Taron handed the id over and waited anxiously as she checked him in.

“Perfect. Just put your bag on here and we’ll be set.” She told him as she gave him the passport back and printed the necessary luggage tags.

“Look, I’m kind of in a rush so could you hurry up.” Taron said feeling his anxiety rise.

He really had no clue why it was rising but he knew Nicola and knew that she did irrational things when she was upset and/or had her walls up.

“I’m going as fast as I can, sir.” The lady replied firmly, not appreciating his tone.

Taron sighed and tapped his fingers on the counter they were resting on.

“Have a good flight.” The woman said as she finally passed him everything he needed.

Taron didn’t say anything, he just ran to where security was. He could only pray that nothing would hold him up any longer than necessary.

=

Being on planes made Taron uncomfortable at best. He hated being trapped in a tin can that could down at any time should it decide to. He hated the idea of feeling so small and invisible. He was someone who thrived on attention, even if he did hate the lime light at times.

He especially hated being trapped on a plane when someone he loved and cared about needed him.

While sitting in his seat, Taron’s knee kept bouncing up and down and no matter how many times he willed himself to stop, it kept doing it.

“Can I get you anything?” The young flight attendant asked, stopping at Taron with the bar cart.

Taron looked at him and gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“Rum and coke.” Taron replied, needing something to calm himself.

The flight attendant nodding his head and got to work making Taron’s drink. When he was done, he handed Taron the cup and went on his way.

Taron took a drink and allowed the liquid to fill his body and calm his brain. It worked a little bit, but it wasn’t by much.

“What’re you having?” An elderly gentleman asked Taron, making him jump.

As far as Taron could recall, no one was sitting next to him when he boarded the plane but then again he was in his head so maybe there was someone there and he didn’t notice till now.

“Rum and coke.” Taron replied cautiously.

“Sounds good. I’ll have what he’s having.” The man spoke. Taron looked at him and swore he had seen him before. He just couldn’t remember where.

“George is the name.” George said as he shook Taron’s hand.

“Taron.” Taron replied.

“Where are you headed?” George asked, taking a sip of his own drink.

“Home to Wales.” Taron answered simply, not wanting to give too much away. He didn’t know George at all; or at least that he could think of.

“Hmm, I love Wales. My wife loved it too.” George replied, closing his eyes as if remembering the good old days.

“Married my Edna there too.” George said, opening his eyes.

Taron smiled at him.

“That’s nice.” Taron replied.

He and George talked for a long while and it made Taron feel calmer. It was nice to have some company to help pass the time.

“This Nicola sounds like a Goodin.” George told Taron.

“It took me a while to see it but yes, she’s a very good one.” Taron answered, feeling his heart skip a beat at the thought of her.

“Make sure to hang on to that.” George warned.

“I intend to.” Taron told him as everyone disembarked the aircraft.

=

With the sun now setting and painting the sky in a beautiful mix of oranges and pinks, the birds chirped happily in the trees as the warm sea breeze rustled the leaves of the tree in Nicola’s front yard.

It was a beautiful sight but now being home and having the harsh reality slap her in the face, Nicola felt like an imposter. She felt like she didn’t belong here. She felt as though she was in a nightmare and no matter how hard she tried; nothing was waking her.

Nicola stood there looking over the grandeur that was the house. She remembered the first time that she and Jasmine saw it. They were both so excited for the new adventures that would be had in it. Little did Nicola know that a lot of momentous milestones would be reached there.

Tina realized that Nicola was pregnant in that house, Taron found out that he was going to be a father again in that house (even though it didn’t go the way Nicola had hoped), Luna was brought home to that house, Taron and Nicola had many ups and downs in that house, Luna had her first smile in this house. Everything was made in this house and now, Nicola was coming home to this house knowing that her mother was gone. That was it, there was no more hope of her mother coming to her asking for forgiveness, no more chance at having a proper relationship with her mother.

Nothing was ever going to be the same again and the thought of that made something in Nicola snap. She felt enraged, betrayed, disappointed, heartbroken, alone, invisible, small, like a child again discovering the cruelty the world held.

She hated feeling this way and she hated that she officially had more than the world placed on her shoulders and that she’d be facing all of this alone, or so she thought.

=

Driving at night was something that Taron loved doing, especially when it came to driving around Aber at night. People milled around laughing and chatting among themselves but the bar dwellers, they were easy to spot most of the time because they’d be stumbling around trying to walk straight. Some drunk people though had others escorting them out of the pubs and helping them into taxis so they could home safely.

The lights on the prom were enchantingly lit, giving off a romantic glow to the prom’s surroundings. In the distance, you could always hear the last little chirpings of the birds in far off trees as they settled in for the night. Not to mention the calming sea breeze that would pick up now and then, carrying the smell of the ocean as it flitted by. It was pure magic to Taron and one of the many reasons he loved Aber so much.

As the music in Taron’s car drifted through the spears of the radio system softly, Taron took a drink of his now cold coffee that he had made back at the London flat before he made the long journey home.

The entire way back to Wales, Taron’s mind was on Nicola and what had happened to her in the last few hours. His heart ached for the woman. He could remember when the Police knocked on his front door to tell him that Kate had passed. He recalled feeling like the wind had been sucked from his body while his mind went blank. His world stopped that day and faded into grey, as cliché as that may sound. It wasn’t until Nicola came into his life that he felt alive again, like his world had colour again, like his life had meaning again. All of this combined made him wonder how Nicola was holding up.

Taron got his answer when he took a little de tour past Nicolas house.

The first thing that caught his eye was the fact that the front door was wide open. It wasn’t like Nicola at all to do that. She was very particular about that, especially as she had two small children in her care. Seeing the door open made his insides sink. The next thing he noticed was the kitchen lamp that had been turned on, which casted light on a taller dark silhouette in the living room. At this time of night, he assumed Nicola would be in bed, so these two things were adding to his already heavy concerns.

Taron parked the car immediately and cautiously made his way to the front door; of course having his phone at the ready in case he needed to ring 999.

The closer Taron got to the house, the more that he could hear items being broken. When he got to the front door, he saw the house keys still in the lock. He walked in and took careful steps when he noticed Nicola’s carry-on bag and luggage laying vicariously on the floor in the foyer.

“Nicola.” Taron said softly, not wanting to draw any attention to himself in case this was in fact an emergency.

No answer came and Taron continued on to where he heard the smashing sounds coming from.

There he saw Nicola in the middle of the living room surrounded by bits of broken glass and various other materials of things that were once whole but now lied destroyed around her.

“What are you doing?” Taron asked incredulously as his eyes grew wide. Nicola was holding a glass vase above her head ready to throw it at the ground.

Nicola whipped around and instead of answering him, she angrily chucked it at him. Thankfully Taron ducked out of the way and the vase hit the wall behind him, shattering into a million tiny pieces.

“Nic, calm down.” Taron tried as he looked at her, holding his hands out in surrender.

Taron could see the darkness in her eyes and knew that she was far too in her emotional outburst to stop now. He knew very well that nothing was going to stop her, but he was damn well going to try.

His words did absolutely nothing to stop Nicola, in fact, they only spurred her on.

“FUCK YOU!” Nicola shouted louder than she ever had, continuing to throw things at him.

Taron had never seen her this upset, and they had had their fair share of arguments.

“I know that you’re upset but you need to stop before you hurt yourself.” Taron told her, moving closer to her to try and grab the last breakable thing in the living room.

Nicola didn’t reply to him and as he got closer, she felt her blood boil even more. Didn’t he care that she was hurting? Didn’t he know that this was helping her feel better? Didn’t he know that this was allowing her to release the pent-up rage she had collected over the years?

The woman didn’t hesitate in throwing the item in her hand at him.

Once that item was shattered, she looked around for more ammo, but she realized that she was out fragile things in the living room. Nicola forcefully wiped her tears away, growled and screamed, storming to the kitchen for more. Unfortunately for her, Taron was much faster this time and was able to get to her before she could destroy anything else.

Him blocking her way made her feel violent all of a sudden and it scared her. Sure she had strong feelings toward Taron, but she would never go as far as hitting him or hurting him physically, until now that is.

Nicola mustered all the strength she had left, balled her fists and started hitting Taron as hard as she could. She couldn’t explain why but hitting him felt so good. Hitting him was a long time coming.

Taron stood there and took it at first but then his chest started hurting from where she was brutally pounding him.

“Nicola, stop!” Taron said firmly as he grabbed her in the hopes that it would stop her. It didn’t work. It only made her flail her arms around as she tried to remove her hands from his grasp.

“Let me go!” Nicola shouted back as more tears fell.

“Not until you stop.” Taron told her, not realizing there was a fist heading straight for his jaw.

BANG!

Nicola got him square in the face.

Taron stumbled back a little bit as he held his jaw. He was part shocked, part impressed at her determination and part in pain.

“Jesus fuck woman!” Taron hollered at her.

Nicola stopped and looked at him as he pulled his hand away. She hadn’t meant to hit him in the face. He was just in the way. I mean after all; didn’t he know that you never stand in an angry woman’s way. Especially one that had just lost any chance of truly knowing her mother.

“I told you to let me go.” Nicola snapped.

Taron just looked at her, took a large breath and walked over to her.

“Put me down you idiot.” Nicola screeched as Taron wrapped his arm around her waist and picked her up, carrying her outside and to where his car was parked.

“Stay here.” Taron warned her and she knew he meant business. Part of her was grateful that he had come for her but part of her was still annoyed at him for ruining her tirade.

Nicola watched as Taron went back into the house, turned the light off, got her bags and locked the front door, concealing the mess at least for now.

“What are you doing?” Nicola asked when Taron opened the back door and threw her luggage inside.

“Get in the car.” He replied simply. Nicola did as she was told but she wasn’t thrilled about it.

When she was in the car, Taron made sure to lock the doors so that she could escape before he looked at her, his jaw throbbing something awful.

“We’re going back to mine.” He said. Nicola just turned her head and looked out her window, choosing to ignore him.

As they drove, she thought back to the last time she was in this seat. She and Taron had come home from Anglesea and fought about whose daughter Luna was. Nicola was adamant that Luna was hers but then again, so was Taron.

“You’re going to be fine.” Taron said, a lot softer this time.

Nicola did look at him, she couldn’t. Her heart hurt way too much, and she knew that if she looked at him, she’d break down and cry, even more than she already had been.

When she didn’t reply, Taron spoke up again.

“I know about what happened.” He said simply, letting his words hang in the air.

Nicola didn’t know what to say. If she was being honest, all she’d rather do is be in Taron’s arms as he held her close, this time without the punches she was giving him.

=

Once they got back to Taron’s, he told Nicola that she could clean up if she wanted to and offered for her to shower or take a bath if she really wanted while he made them some tea and took her bags to the guest room.

Nicola gave him a small smile and nodded as she went into the bathroom that Mikey mainly used.

She started her shower and instead of really cleaning herself up, she allowed the hot water to wash away all the anger she felt from before. She allowed the water to wash away all the tension she felt from the long journey home, and she allowed it to wash away all the anguished sobs that wracked her body.

From where Taron was in the kitchen, he could hear Nicola’s pain filled cries and wanted so badly to comfort her, but he knew better than that. He knew that everybody had their way of grieving and sometimes it was best to let the one in mourning be so that they could process their emotions in any way they needed to. Which reminded him that he needed to ice his jaw before bed.

=

By the time that Nicola had gotten out of the shower, her body ached, and her eyes were begging for a rest. Her stomach thought, that felt as though it could use food and lucky for her, Taron was in the kitchen putting some Oreos onto a plate for them to have before bed. Was it the healthiest? Not in the slightest but it was something comforting and nostalgic and right now they both needed that.

“Hey.” Nicola said quietly as she perched herself on a bar stool.

Taron looked at her and nodded. He wasn’t mad or upset, just extremely tired.

“Want some Oreos?” Taron offered, putting the plate off to the side of her but within easy reach. Nicola shook her head lightly.

“No.” Nicola said as she leaned forward and rested her head on the counter. She couldn’t keep it up any longer.

“Tired?” he asked her, knowing the answer already.

“Yeah.” Nicola replied as a yawn escape her lips.

“I’ll show you to your room.” Taron said, walking out of the kitchen and past Nicola.

“I don’t want to be alone.” Nicola told him, taking hold of his arm, looking at him with sadness and vulnerability. Taron felt his heart rate pick up.

He didn’t say anything to her, he simply let his fingers sip in between hers as he led her to his room.

=

Laying down in his bed, Nicola felt better knowing that she wasn’t by herself and that she was with the one she loved, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it just yet.

“You all good?” Taron asked he got in beside Nicola.

Nicola looked at him and took in how he looked. His eyes were tired and red, his hair was disheveled, and his face had slight covering of scruff while his attire was comfy and laid back. A simple old band shirt with a pair of sweatpants. He was the epitome of lazy but casual.

“I think so.” She replied as she itched the tip of her nose.

Taron looked at her and nodded.

“Good.” He replied as he turned over and turned off the light.

Nicola turned over so that her back was to him did her best to cocoon herself in his blankets, the smell of them lulling her into a sense of safety and security.

“Night Taron.” Nicola said as she closed her eyes.

He didn’t answer her though, he was trying to quietly go through his nightstand.

Nicola’s brows furrowed as she listened to what he was doing. When she heard the drawer shut, she turned so that she could kind of see him.

“What are you doing?” Nicola asked, scaring the shit out of Taron. So much so that he quickly hid the item he was looking for under the blankets.

“What? Nothing.” He replied a little to quickly. Nicola quired a brow at him.

“It wasn’t nothing Taron. What were you getting?” Nicola asked again.

Taron wasn’t budging in his answer. It remained adamant that he wasn’t doing anything.

“Ok fine. Have it your way.” Nicola said, beginning to turn back but as she was doing that, Taron pulled the item out of it’s hiding spot.

“What the hell is that?” Nicola asked, now sitting up and turning on her lamp.

Taron felt defeated.

“It’s my sleeping mask ok.” Taron replied, looking down at the ratty old thing.

“A sleeping mask?” Nicola asked with amusement evident in her voice.

“Yeah, alright. Poke fun all you want but it helps me.” Taron told her.

Nicola chuckled as she held her hands up.

“It’s so ratty.” Nicola said as she saw it clearly.

“If you’re going to keep this up, you can sleep in the guest room.” Taron said, feeling defensive.

“Taron relax, I’m only teasing you.” Nicola said as she smiled at him. He just looked at her with slight annoyance in his eyes.

“If it helps you, that’s good.” She told him honestly as she moved down, turned the lamp off again and cocooned herself in the blankets once more.

“That’s it? No other remark?” Taron asked, not believing that she was going to leave it there.

“Nope. Night.” Nicola replied, sleep now evident in her voice. Or at least that’s what Taron thought.

He remained skeptical but put his mask on anyway.

“Night.” He replied, slipping the material over his eyes and laying down.

=

After some time, Nicola was still wide awake and finding her brain off on one with all sorts of things. She tried to will herself to sleep but with each attempt made, it proved useless.

Eventually Nicola turned over so that she faced Taron in the hopes that the new potion would help but it wasn’t. Nothing she was trying was helping.

*End of Flashback*

Nicola flicked through the tv channels until she concluded that no show was helping her either, so with that realization, Nicola turned the tv off and went back to the kitchen to put her cup in the sink.

As she passed the counter, her eyes landed on a paper pad and a pen conveniently sitting in front of her eyes. Nicola grabbed them and went to sit at the dining table to write down everything that she was feeling.

=

Once she was finished writing everything down, she went back to Taron’s room and laid down next to him. She was facing him and as her eyes adjusted to the dark, she could make out the mark on his jaw where she had accidentally punched him.

She felt her eyes well up with tears again and before she knew what she was doing, she reached out for Taron and gently caressed the forming bruise. She let her fingers feel the stubble on his face, let them feel the warmth of his skin.

The more she did that, the more her heart burst into pieces all over again. She attempted to stop her crying but the more that she did that, the more she felt her body betray her. She felt the tears fall from her eyes and as they did, she leaned forward and hovered over Taron’s lips.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispered as she connected her lips with his in a small kiss.

What she didn’t know was that Taron was awake, he felt her come back to bed, he felt her caress his face and he felt the pain and anguish radiate from her body as she kissed him.

Nicola pulled away and sniffed.

Taron ripped his mask off and captured her lips with his again, pouring every ounce of love into it. He wanted to show her that it was ok, that she was safe and that he would do anything and everything to protect her. He wanted to show her that she was his whole world, besides the kids of course.

Nicola continued to let her tears fall as they kissed and held each other tightly, as though they were afraid that they’d be taken from one another.

Eventually they pulled apart as they desperately needed air. Nicola took this opportunity to look Taron in the eye.

“Make love to me.” Nicola whispered and Tarn just looked at her, unsure if she was being serious or not. He looked at her questioningly.

“Yes.” Nicola replied, pulling Taron close to her again, needing to feel him pressed against her.

Taron kissed her lips hungrily before slowly moving down to kiss her neck.

Nicola let her body give into the pleasure Taron was giving her. She allowed her mind to fully relax and to live in this moment. She let her fingers tangle themselves in Taron’s hair as the craving for him intensified.

She had forgotten just how much he set her body on fire with a passion she had never known before. With a desire to please him, with the desire to love him fully and completely.

Taron allowed his body to feel the same. He allowed his body to feel the gentle touches Nicola offered him as he kissed down her body, as he let his fingers trace every curve and dip of her body, as her moans filled the air in erotic ecstasy. As her melodic cries of pure euphoria hit him in the places of his body he forgot were there. As her body writhed and reacted to his touches. As she grasped the sheets beneath her as if trying to ground herself. As they became one. As they fell asleep in the arms of each other after the blissful sensuality of love making.

=

The next morning, the sun shone through the curtains as the sounds of the outside world roused her from her sleep. She felt like she was on cloud nine. She felt lighter and she felt happier but the thought of having to talk things through with Taron terrified her. She didn’t know how the conversation was going to go but with her feelings written down, she decided to hope for the absolute best.

“Morning.” Taron greeted as he emerged from the bathroom.

Nicola turned to face him and took in the water droplets that sat on his skin and clung to his chest hair. She took in how sexy he looked as he walked over to his closet. How tempting he looked with the towel hung that low on his hips, giving her a little peek at the hair that traveled down from his navel and sat neatly groomed around his penis.

“Fuck.” Nicola muttered to herself, but Taron heard it and grew intrigued.

“You ok?” Taron asked, walking out of the closet now dressed in a long-sleeved shirt, which had it’s sleeves pushed half way up his arms, and shorts.

Sat down next to her and brushed strands of her hair away from her face while smiling down at her warmly.

“I’m ok baby.” Nicola replied warily, almost scared of his reaction.

Her words warmed his heart and set off more butterflies within his belly. Taron leaned down and kissed her lips tenderly, humming at the contact of their mouths.

“You sure?” He asked genuinely.

Nicola’s cheeks reddened as she tried to move again, feeling the same stiffness pull at her muscles.

“Sore.” She replied, feeling coy all of a sudden.

“Shall I carry you downstairs and we can talk?” Taron offered, making Nicola chuckle.

She lifted her arms toward him and allowed him to carry her but not before she asked him to get the folded piece of paper she had written on the night before.

With the paper now securely between her teeth, Taron gently picked her up and carried her to the sofa, gently her placed her on it, making sure she was comfortable and went to make them some tea.

=

Sitting on the sofa, Nicola realized that she was in the spot she was in the first time she entered this house and what led to it.

*Mini Flashback*

Taron got his son settled in his car seat before getting in the car himself and heading in the direction of the park.

Unfortunately for him, he saw 'the woman' sitting at a picnic table keeping an eye on Jasmine.

"Right, go play." Taron said to Mikey as he took him out of his car seat and set him down on the ground.

Mikey ran off and started playing.

Taron locked the car and took a deep breath.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Nicola snapped harshly when she saw who was approaching.

"It's none of your damn business." Taron spat back.

"Well if your moody ass is going to be here then yes, it is my business." Nicola sassed.

Taron scoffed and sat down on the same seat as she and removed his sunglasses.

Nicola glanced at him and really took him in. He wasn't bad looking, he had nice eyes and a sharp jaw. He was pretty cute.

"Take a fucking picture." Taron seethed, making Nicola jump.

"Excuse me?" She questioned.

"Stop staring." Taron said, locking eyes with her.

Nicola swallowed harshly. His eyes had turned an almost black shade and he looked like he was thirsty for blood.

"Staring and trying to figure someone out are two very different things." Nicola replied with a raised brow.

"And what exactly are you trying to figure out?" He said dangerously low.

"What an asshole like you gets out of hanging around parks like this. I'll call the police you know." She said, not realizing that he had come here with Mikey.

"You're a bitch, you know that." Taron countered before turning to look at Mikey, who was happily playing with Jasmine.

"Yup, definitely a Taz." Nicola smirked.

Taron's heart stopped. No one besides Kate had called him that, not even his mum. Only Kate was allowed to call him that.

"Shut the fuck up." The man said, slamming his fists on the table.

"Since I met you, all you've done is piss me off. You've insulted me and I think it's my turn to insult you. Why is a woman like you in a park like this anyway? Is it because no one wants a self centered, condescending slag like you? You feel better surrounding yourself with others like you? Or is it because no one wants to get between those legs, and this is where you come to sulk to yourself about it?" Taron said, eerily calm.

This didn't phase Nicola in the slightest as all she was focused on were his lips, which is funny because normally she'd slap the shit out of him but there was just something about him that spoke to her.

Before she could think of what she was doing, her hand went to the back of his neck and she pulled him forward, crashing her lips onto Taron's.

His lips were soft, and the kiss was magical but for Taron, he felt awful. How could something feel so right and so wrong at the same time?

Meanwhile from the top of the play fort, Mikey watched as the two adults kissed.

The little boy crouched down so that he was hidden and started crying.

"What's wrong?" Jasmine asked as she finally looked up from her rock collection.

"I hate my dad." Mikey whimpered.

Jasmine looked toward Taron, covered her mouth and started giggling.

"They're kissing." She said through her giggles.

Mikey hid his face, making Jasmin stop giggling.

The little girl attempted to hug her friend, but Mikey got up and ran over to his father.

"Mikey stop!" Jasmin called but Mikey wasn't listening.

Mikey quickly reached his father.

"That's my daddy!" Mikey shouted as he pushed Nicola away from Taron.

Despite the fact that Taron had massively hurt his son, Mikey wasn't willing to share Taron just yet.

Nicola looked at the man she'd just kissed and saw the hurt, confusion and sadness in his eyes.

Taron sat frozen in place as Mikey climbed up into his father's lap.

Absentmindedly, Taron wrapped his right arm around his son and held him protectively.

"Mine." Mikey said as he wrapped his small arms around Taron's neck and glared daggers at the woman.

It was evident to Nicola that Mikey was definitely this man's son and that she had just made a huge mistake.

Her cheeks went bright red, and she bit her lower lip in embarrassment.

Taron finally rejoined reality and realized what had just happened.

"Kate." He whispered as he touched his lips with his left hand, displaying the fact that he was wearing a ring.

Nicola's eyes landed on the gold band on his ring finger, and she sucked in a breath. Of course he was married, and she'd just kissed a married man. Fuck!

The next day, Nicola was sitting in her car trying to think of what to get Taron as an apology for treating him so poorly.

"What do I get for him!" Nicola groaned out loud.

"KFC's always a good choice." Kate said from the backseat.

Nicola hit her steering wheel a couple times before agreeing with her inner voice and went to KFC.

"At a girl." Kate praised with a wide smile.

It didn't take Nicola long to get everything she needed for the apology but then it dawned on her, where in the actual hell did this man live?

Just as she stepped out of the food place, two women walked past her talking about a house with blossoming rain lilies out front.

"They were always my favorite." Kate replied.

Nicola smiled to herself. She remembered driving past that house once as she took a shortcut to work one morning.

"He's not long home but he'd appreciate the chicken. Save him from almost burning the house down again." Kate giggled.

Because there was hardly any traffic, Nicola made it to the house quicker than she thought she would.

"Here goes nothing." She said as she set the food down and knocked on the door.

Nicola took a step back and waited for an answer.

"Can I-" Taron began before realizing that no one was there.

As he went to close the door, a gentle breeze picked up and rustled the plastic bag.

Taron looked down and saw the take away bag.

He smiled to himself as he bent down to grab the food.

"Thanks mam." Taron said, loud enough for Nicola to hear.

She coyly stepped forward and Taron's smile immediately fell from his face.

"Before you say anything, please hear me out?" She asked, nervously fiddling with her fingers.

Taron could hear the genuine tone in her voice.

"I was making tea." He replied.

Nicola shrugged.

"No, it's ok. I don't want to interrupt. I just wanted to drop that off as an apology for how I've treated you." The woman responded.

Taron nodded friendly.

"Come in." He said, standing to the side.

The woman slowly walked into the house and stood in the entryway awkwardly. "Ok." She said.

"Can I take your jacket?" Taron asked as he came back from the kitchen.

"Yeah s-sure." Nicola stuttered.

Taron hung up her jacket and led her to the living room.

"I'll be back with the tea." He said.

Nicola smiled in response.

"Take a seat, I'll only be a minute." He continued before walking away.

Sitting down, Nicola felt nervous and on edge, not knowing what his response would be to what she had to say.

She wanted to offer her help but with not knowing his name and knowing that the name Taz pissed him off, Nicola decided it was best if she just stayed quiet and tried to get her thoughts in order before he came back.

"Thank you for being willing to hear me out. I really do appreciate it." Nicola said as Taron placed the tray of tea down on the coffee table.

He gave Nicola a tight-lipped smile.

"Be strong Nicola, you've got this." Kate whispered as she watched from the other end of the room.

"How do you take your tea?" Taron asked as he doctored up his own cup.

"Same as you." She said with a smile.

When he was done making up her tea, he passed her a cup and sat down.

"So, the real reason I came here was to hopefully start over." Nicola admitted.

"Go on." Taron said, waiting for her to continue.

"Can I be honest with you?" Nicola questioned.

Taron shrugged defensively.

"You were right, I have been a bitch but-" She began before Taron rolled his eyes.

"There's always an excuse, isn't there?" He sassed.

Nicola looked down and bit her lower lip.

"I know there isn't a reason for you to believe anything I say, but I'm trying to explain myself. I know that I was awful." Nicola replied, looking up at him.

"The first time I met you, I had literally just been granted custody of my little sister and it was a really rough morning. I was annoyed and I took that anger out on you." She explained.

Taron quirked his brow.

"And that's the truth is it?" He replied.

Nicola lightly scoffed.

"Why would I lie, I'm not like that." She answered.

"When I was 3, my grandparents were granted custody of me because my mother was and still is a drug addict and would sleep around almost all the time. It got so bad, and she'd leave me on my own for long periods of time." She explained, running the tip of her thumb around the rim of the cup.

Watching her, it became clear that she was being truthful. Taron still remained defensive but respected her for opening up to him.

"When I heard that my mother was doing that again to my little sister, I knew I had to give Jasmine a chance at a better life but to do that I had to move from my one-bedroom flat to a two bedroom and then had to fight my mother on everything." She finished.

Taron closed his eyes and sighed.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"I know I've acted like a bitch but I'm really not. I know I've been awful to you and there is no excuse for that. I guess I just wanted you to know that I'm a nice person under all of that." She explained.

Taron nodded.

"And I know that the way that I handled our last meeting wasn't right and I feel so guilty. I had no idea that you were married and had I been in my right mind, I would have just slapped you and walked away." She chuckled slightly.

"I'm not married." He said, shocking himself as well.

"But you're wearing a ring." Nicola pointed out.

"I mean I was married but not anymore. She died." Taron answered.

"Shit, I feel even worse now." Nicola said.

Taron surprised himself by laying a hand on top of Nicola's.

"Please don't feel bad. To be honest, you calling me Taz took me by surprise. My wife used to call me that and I hadn't expected to hear anyone else use the name." He explained.

"Right, I get you. I'll make sure I don't do it again. Sorry." She promised.

"Don't be sorry. You couldn't have known." Taron replied, slightly warming to her.

Before either of them could say anything else, Pickles took his chance and climbed up Taron's leg.

"Hello you." Taron greeted, scooping up and petting the furball.

"Who's this cutie?" Nicola asked.

"This is Pickles." Taron introduced.

Nicola giggled.

"Pickles. Cute name." She said.

"My son picked the name." Taron stated.

"Does he like pickles?" Nicola questioned.

"His favorite tv show is the Rugrats." The man said with amusement

"Let me guess, he likes someone from the pickles family?" Nicola wondered out loud.

"Yeah, Stu apparently reminds him of me." Taron answered sadly.

"You can say no but you look like you could use a hug." Nicola noted carefully, really not wanting to undo her apology and make him feel uncomfortable again.

"How about we just start with names." Taron replied, not feeling quite ready for any kind of intimacy from another woman.

Nicola smiled.

"Sounds good. I'm Nicola." She said warmly.

"Taron." He replied.

"Nice to meet you Taron." Nicola said.

"Nice job Pickles. You're a good ice breaker." Kate said as the feline walked past her and toward his food bowl.

*End of Mini Flashback*

“Where’d you go?” Taron asked as he walked into the living room holding the same tray he did when they first talked properly.

“I was thinking about the first time I sat in this spot.” Nicola said as she watched Taron make up her tea. She smiled to herself.

“I brought you KFC.” Nicola said, looking around at the décor Taron had up.

She saw that Luna’s picture still sat up next to the one Taron had of Mikey and Kate when Mikey was freshly born.

“I remember.” Taron told her as he passed her a cup.

“Thank you.” She said, taking a sip.

“You’re welcome.” Taron replied, sitting on the ground by Nicola’s feet.

Nicola looked at him questioningly.

“Why are you down there?” Nicola asked and Taron shrugged at her, keeping his reasoning to himself for now.

Nicola ran her thumb around the rim of the cup just as she did at least a year prior.

“It was the first time I met Pickles too.” Nicola mused, looking at the coffee table where the letter sat.

“He took a real shine to you.” Taron added, making nod in agreement.

“Taron?” Nicola voiced, looking down at him.

“Yes?” He replied, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

“This is for you.” Nicola said as she reached for the paper and passed it to him.

Taron placed his mug down and took the folded paper from her.

“What is it?” He wondered out loud.

Nicola bit her lower lip in anticipation.

“I couldn’t sleep last night so I came down here for tea and to watch tv, but it didn’t work. When I was coming back from the kitchen, I saw the pen and aper pad you had on the counter.” Nicola explained.

“What is it though?” He asked. He could probably guess but he wanted to her it from her.

“It’s a letter. I thought it’d be better if you read what I wanted to say to you. That way we don’t fight, and I can get all my words out the way I want to.” Nicola explained further.

Taron nodded and proceeded to open it.

‘Dear Taron,

You are asleep right now and seem to be sleeping deeply which I’m glad for, but I can’t sleep. My mind feels so clouded and heavy with everything that has happened between us as well as things that have happened in the past few hours. I know that we have had our fair share of ups and downs but for right now, I don’t want to talk about that. I’d rather talk about is my past, if that’s ok.

You already know that my grandparents got full custody of me when I was 3 because my mother left me home alone for long periods of time while she was off on benders but what I didn’t tell you was that my grandparents actually adopted me. It was so hard for them to see their only daughter constantly abusing her body with drugs, alcohol and various other harmful acts but it pained them even more to see their very young granddaughter ignored by the one person she should have been able to rely on.

Things with them were fantastic. I had them all to myself and they gave me a safe place to be. A safe place to grow up. Unfortunately, my grandmother got sick and sadly passed away. I was only 6. It was very sad but somehow grandpa and I handled it well. We decided that we were going to move out of London for a fresh start but then my mother got herself into some trouble with the law and it took a toll on my grandpa. So much so, he ended up committing suicide. I had no idea how bad his depression had gotten and to this day, part of me wishes that I would have paid more attention to that rather than chasing my friends around London and getting into all sorts of shit. Shit I never want either of the kids getting into.

Anyway, it wasn’t long after he passed that I learned that my mother was pregnant with Jasmine. When I heard that, I got angry. I felt like she had let me down so much, ignored me for way too long that I didn’t care. She tried to reach out, but I was having non of it. I refused to get tangled up with her.

That went on for a while but then when one of my friends, who works with addicts, caught wind that Jasmine was going through the same shit I was, I knew that I had to do something. I felt like I needed to protect her from the evil that was my mother’s world. From there, we moved to Aber, I officially got custody of her, met you and as they say, the rest is history.

The rest is history….

That’s such a weird thing to say, especially now.

What pains me even more than my past etc. is knowing that my mother is history. That my chances of having my mother come to me apologizing for everything she’s put me and Jasmine through is history. The chances of Luna knowing her grandmother is history. My chances of having a proper mother is history.

The one thing I know for certain is that I don’t want us to be history. I want us to be the future. I want us to raise the kids to be strong, brave and courageous individuals who see that world for all wonders it holds.

I want us….’

Taron folded the paper back up and looked at Nicola who had tears in her eyes. He could tell that she was nervous, and he could see that at any moment she was going to cry, whether from relief or from grief, he didn’t know. The one thing he was certain of though, Nicola required reassurance.

Taron got up onto his knees in front of Nicola, took her face between his hands gently and tenderly kissed her lips before pulling her into hug.

“I want us too.” He breathed into her ear.

Nicola chuckled with relief, bursting into tears. Finally able to let her walls come tumbling down, never again to keep them apart for as long as they both shall live……

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My God

74: “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” with Jimmy the loml?

Note: I'm so sorry this is late but I hope this sweet little fic makes up for it.

Enjoy!

P.S: The prompt is highlighted in bold at the end.

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School plays were always the dumbest things in y/n’s eyes. She never got the point of them. To her they were just cruel ways to embarrass students, to make them feel self conscience. She hated them with a passion but because she was roped into auditioning, she had to bite her tongue. Especially since the biggest jerk in school was cast along side her, making her want to scream.

Y/N and Jimmy Keene had science class together and unfortunately she was assigned as his lab partner so now with the practice for the play and science, she never really got a break from him. Sure he wasn’t bad looking but with a personality like his, his looks did nothing for her.

“I really hate you.” Y/n mumbled as she stood at her friend’s locker as they pulled out their books for their next class.

“Me? What did I do?” They replied.

“You made audition and now I have to preform with him.” Y/n said.

“I know it’s hard to believe but Jimmy’s not that bad. He’s just misunderstood.” Y/F/N countered.

“Whatever. I gotta go.” Y/n said as she looked at her watch.

“Be nice.” Y/F/N shouted after their friend. Y/n simply waved over her shoulder.

=

Walking into the auditorium, y/n was met with a bunch of kids milling about. Some were sitting down going through their lines and others were doing the silliest warm ups, ones that made y/n chuckle. She rolled her eyes and found an empty chair to sit in so that she could go through her own lines.

“Mind if I sit here?” A voice said, pulling y/n from her reading.

“Sure.” She said, finally looking up and locking eyes with Jimmy. She wanted to scoff but she remembered what her friend told her. Jimmy is misunderstood.

“Thanks.” He muttered, removing his letterman jacket and plonking down with a thud.

“So, why’d you audition?” Y/n asked.

Jimmy shrugged.

“Extra credit.” He replied simply.

“Interesting.” She said.

“You?” Jimmy questioned as he looked at the script y/n was holding.

“Lost a bet.” She replied and Jimmy chuckled.

“What?” Y/n asked with amusement.

“Nothing.” Jimmy replied.

“Where’s your script?” Y/n wondered, noting Jimmy wanted to change the subject.

“I uh, I misplaced it.” He stuttered, not wanting to remember what really happened to it.

His mother’s boyfriend had caught site of it and long story short, Jimmy was now labeled as a bit of a pansy.

“I thought that might happen, so, here.” Y/n said as she reached into her bag and pulled out a script out for Jimmy that she had printed out for him in case.

Jimmy looked at her with surprise, but he tried to hide it with the macho tough guy façade. Y/n saw through it though. Maybe her friend was right.

“So, shall we start?” Y/n asked but Jimmy shrugged. She could see him closing down.

Y/n wanted to talk to him more, but the teacher spoke up and declared that practice was about to start.

=

After school, y/n was driving home from school when she saw Jimmy walking by himself. She knew that this was weird for him as he seemed to have a posse with him.

“Hey Keene, want a ride?” Y/n shouted through her open window.

Jimmy stopped and looked at the girl. He wasn’t sure if he wanted her to see what situation he lived in but he could see the genuine kindness in her eyes.

“Fine.” He replied as he walked to the passenger side.

He got in and belted in as she started driving.

“So, where am I headed?” Y/n asked.

“I’d rather not go home yet.” He replied after a few minutes.

Y/n nodded.

“Neither do I.” She agreed.

“Why not?” Jimmy asked, curious as to what she meant.

“Same reason you don’t.” She replied, glancing at him from the corner of her.

“You too?” He asked, knowing he didn’t have to say more than that.

“Yeah but thankfully mine is gone on a bender so it’s just me right now.” She somewhat explained.

“How about food and we go the lake for a bit?” He suggested.

“The lake? Isn’t that where you go with all your hookups?” Y/n asked, and  Jimmy’s face fell.

“No, it’s where I go to think.” He told y/n.

“Oh.” She said simply.

“Look I know I have a not-so-great reputation but I’m really not as bad as they all make me seem.” He tried defending himself.

“Jimmy, it’s ok. You don’t have to explain yourself.” Y/n replied as she drove toward her favorite burger joint.

=

Being at the secluded lake was something y/n never thought she’d see. She had heard stories about what happened at the lake and not having any interest in dating or going all the way with someone, she was inwardly shocked that she was sitting on the tailgate f her truck with Jimmy Keene.

“It’s really pretty here.” Y/n gushed as she watched the breeze create ripples on the water.

Jimmy looked at her and smiled.

“Yeah.” He replied.

“So.” Y/n said as she took another fry.

“So.” Jimmy repeated, not knowing what to really say.

“Can I be honest with you?” Y/n asked, looking at Jimmy.

“Sure.” He replied.

“I don’t want to do the stupid play.” She admitted.

“I don’t either.” Jimmy said, huffing out a breath.

“How about this, we sabotage the play.” Y/n smirked.

“How so?” Jimmy asked.

“Well, we could always add our own twists on our characters.” Y/n suggested, piquing Jimmy’s interest.

“Go on.” Jimmy encouraged.

Y/n hopped off the tailgate and went around to where her school bag sat. She dug through until she found her script. Once she grabbed it, she returned to her spot next to Jimmy.

“Ok, like here.” Y/n said, pointing to one of Jimmy’s lines.

“Instead of saying “Who do you think you’re talking to”, you could say “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking too.” Y/n said.

“As much as I like the idea, I need to pass, or I can’t play Football.” Jimmy replied sadly, loving the idea of slipping in some colourful language.

“Damn, ok. How about this, after rehearsals each Wednesday afternoon, we come to the lake, have burgers and I’ll help you with whatever subject you need help in.” She offered.

Jimmy smiled brightly. It would give him something to look forward to and he wouldn’t have to rush home for any reason.

“Deal.” Jimmy said as he held his hand out for her to shake.

“Deal.” She replied.

=

Their little plan went off without a hitch and both Jimmy and y/n were able to graduate with flying colours…..not to mention, as a couple.

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~Taron Egerton: ‘T was the night before Christmas.

Note: Before you read this imagine, just know that I took creative liberties with it and may have taken inspiration from a very well know Christmas poem. It may not make much sense and things may not rhyme but I had fun writing it.

I also want to note here that this is not the Taron Christmas imagine I keep saying I will post but don’t, this is another one that I hope will tide you over until I can finish editing the other one. 

Another note here is that all Welsh translations (according to google translate) will be listed at the end of this imagine.

Please enjoy and I will see you shortly for the other Christmas imagine.

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‘T was the night before Christmas and all through the hospital, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; the babies were wrapped up by their mother’s blissful side in hopes that Sain Nicolas soon would be there.

The parents were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of their newborns danced in their heads; and the nurses in their scrubs and the doctors in their coats had just settled down for a warm winter’s night cap.

When out in the car park there arose such a clatter, Taron sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window he flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow gave the luster of mid-day to the cars down below, when, what to his wandering eyes should appear, but a sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

With an old Welsh driver so lively and quick, he knew in that moment that it must be Sant Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

“Nawr, Dasher! nawr, Dawnsiwr! nawr, Prancer! a Vixen! Ar Comed! ymlaen, Cupid! ymlaen, Rhoddwr a Blitzen! I ben y porch! I ben y wal! Nawr dash i ffwrdd! Dash i ffwrdd! Dash i ffwrdd i gyd!”

As dry leaves that before the Hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; so up to the rooftop the coursers they flew, with the sleigh full of toys and Sain Nicolas too.

And then, in a twinkling, Taron heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As he drew in his head, and was turning around, down the imaginary chimney Sain Nicolas came with a bound.

He was dressed up in fur, from his head to his foot, and his clothes were tarnished with what looked like ashes and soot; a bundle of toys he had flung onto his back, he looked like a peddler just opening his Christmas pack.

His eyes- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, and his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was whiter than snow.

The stump of his pipe he held in his teeth, and the smoke it encircled his head like a green Christmas wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly, that shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of delicious jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old Welsh elf, and Taron laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself, A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon let Taron know that he had nothing to dread; he spoke not a word, but went straight to work, filling the make shift stocking before turning with a jerk, and laying a finger on the side of his nose, giving a nod up the chimney he rose.

He sprang back into his sleigh, to his team gave another whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle, but Taron heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,

“Nadolig hapus i bawb, ac i bob un noson dda.”

With the jolly old man now vanished from sight, Taron turned to his twins with the look of pure delight. He bent down and gave them each a kiss, bidding them a sweet and peaceful good night’s rest.

“Croeso i'r byd fy darling David a Joy.”

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Translations (according to Google Translate):

1: Sain Nicolas: Saint Nicholas.

2:  Nawr, Dasher! nawr, Dawnsiwr! nawr, Prancer! a Vixen! Ar Comed! ymlaen, Cupid! ymlaen, Rhoddwr a Blitzen! I ben y porch! I ben y wal! Nawr dash i ffwrdd! Dash i ffwrdd! Dash i ffwrdd i gyd!: “Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer! and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Doner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

3:  Nadolig hapus i bawb, ac i bob un noson dda: “Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night.”

4:  Croeso i'r byd fy darling David a Joy.: “Welcome to the world my darling David and Joy.

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Hello all,

I'm not really sure why but I have been searching for fanfiction to do with the Tetris movie (2023) and/or Taron as Henk Rogers, and I can't seem to find anything.

This leads me to say,

Send me requests for the Tetris movie and/or Henk Rogers and I will get them up as fast as I can