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lovin’ you’s the antidote (golden) - chapter 2
Los Angeles, January 10th 2023.
Two fiancés, two friends, one shiny new Golden Globe.
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#writing#fic writing#taron egerton rpf#richard madden rpf#jonathan bailey rpf#madderton#taron and richard#taron and jonny
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Chapter 3!
Waiting For You to Pull Me In (AO3)
Summary:
The lads reflect on their massive crushes on each other with the help of their faves. And there’s a lot of flirting via text.
#taron egerton fic#chris evans fic#charon everton???#taron egerton RPF#chris evans RPF#reluctantly putting this in the main tag....#taron egerton
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he already has my approval ~ taron egerton
word count: 4393
request?: no
description: in which her dad keeps trying to set her up with her celebrity crush, who just so happens to be playing him in a biopic
pairing: taron egerton x female!reader
warnings: swearing
masterlist (one, two, three)
The first time I met Taron was on the red carpet for Kingsman: The Golden Circle, and it did not go as well as I had wished it would’ve.
I had seen the first movie in theaters when it came out and immediately developed a crush on Eggsy, and, in turn, on his actor Taron. When dad was offered a cameo in the sequel, I think I was more excited than he was. I begged dad basically every day to let me go to set with him, but I was in college at the time and neither of my dads would let me miss that much time to travel just to meet my celebrity crush. It felt unfair at the time, but they had a point in the long run.
When the day of the premiere came around, dad took me as his plus one to the red carpet. I was buzzing with excitement the entire day as dad’s stylists came in to help us get ready for the night, but the minute our ride pulled up to the red carpet my excitement turned to nervousness. There was no reason for me to be so nervous. I had been to huge events like this before, and of course I had met famous people plenty of times. But there was something about meeting my actual celebrity crush that made me feel like a high schooler who was about to go on her first date.
Dad introduced me to Taron, because of course he did. Fatherhood never changed who dad was, and he was shithead, cocky, lived to tease everyone in his life Elton John. I always knew it was a bad idea to tell dad about my crush on Taron, but I never regretted it more than when I heard him shout across the red carpet, “Taron, darling, come here!”
He looked like the most handsome man in the entire world dressed in his suit, his smile lighting up his face as he approached us. That moment was when I realized he was real. He wasn’t just a character on my screen; he was an actual real person. And now he was stood in front of me. So close that I could smell his cologne, and boy, did it ever smell good.
“Taron, I want you to meet my daughter (Y/N),” dad said, gesturing to me. I was still in such awe by his beauty that I almost forgot who I even was.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/N),” Taron said as he shook my hand. “Elton has spoke very highly of you.”
My brain was definitely short circuiting. Hearing him say my name was one thing, but then for him to also say that he’s heard a lot about me from dad also contributed to it. When I realized I was just stood there staring at him like an idiot, I felt embarrassment wash over me. I tried to force myself to say something, but it was like I completely forgot how to speak English.
“She’s a little shy because she has a crush on you.”
I turned to look at dad in disbelief. If there was a higher power, They would do me a favor and open up the floor to swallow me whole and take me away from this entire situation.
I made my escape before Taron could say anything. I turned away from the two of them and walked away as quickly as possible.
The memory haunted my nightmares for a while afterwards. Even after I managed to forget about it for the most part, the intrusive thought would pop into my mind from time to time just to make me cringe. I could barley ever watch Taron’s movies anymore without thinking about that moment, which was hard since I still had such a big crush on him.
A year later, I was on set with dad and papa for the movie papa was producing about dad. Papa was so excited, as he was making the movie as a gift to dad. Papa had complete creative freedom and dad was able to give as much input as he wanted. When filming started, the two of them wanted to bring me, Zachary, and Elijah on set to watch some of the filming. They hadn’t told me much about the movie just yet, but papa’s excitement was contagious enough that I was feeling it, too.
“We’re filming the Troubadour scene today,” papa was telling us. “Full 70s aesthetic. You guys are gonna feel like you were really there to see your dad’s first ever solo performance.”
“Do I get any 70s outfits once you guys are done filming?” I asked.
“Darling, you know we have a closet full of all my favorite outfits from those days,” dad said. “You’re free to go through it as you please. It’ll be the real deal, not some cheaply made replicas.”
“Hey! You’re the one who approved of Taron’s wardrobe!” papa said with a chuckle.
The mention of his name made me stop in my tracks. “Wait...whose wardrobe?”
Both of them looked at me, confused by my reaction. “Taron, honey,” papa said. “That’s who’s playing dad in the movie. You didn’t know that?”
Memories from the year before came rushing back. I could not see him again or else I may just turn into an embarrassment puddle at his feet. I especially couldn’t be here with dad and have a potential repeat of the situation.
As if reading my thoughts, dad walked up to me and gently took my hand in his. “Honey, it’s been a year. He’s not going to remember.”
“But what if he does?” I asked. “God, he probably thinks I’m crazy after our first encounter. I can’t watch the filming.”
“Hey, hey, calm down sweetheart,” papa said. “You’re working yourself up. It’s okay. If you feel uncomfortable you don’t have to watch, but I don’t think it’ll be as bad as you’re expecting.”
I took a couple deep breaths to calm myself down. I wanted to be there and support both of my dads on this project they were both so excited over. I knew they were right and Taron likely didn’t even remember our first encounter, but I still couldn’t shake this pre-embarrassment feeling about seeing him again.
I sucked it up and followed them to the Troubadour set. There were many extras dressed in 70s clothes standing around the stage. The general murmur of the crowd turned into an excited one as people began to notice dad walking onto the set. I couldn’t see Taron anywhere, but I did recognize Richard Madden talking to the movie’s director, Dex Fletcher. Zachary was tightly holding my hand, trying to hide behind me. I knew the crowd was likely making him nervous, so I squeezed his hand and picked him up.
“Lead actor walking the set!”
I felt my body tense as everyone turned to see Taron taking the stage. He was wearing a pair of white overalls and a navy blue shirt with silver stars. He had on a wig that looked like dad’s hair from this time period and a pair of thick framed glasses that matched his overalls. He looked really good, even if he was dressed as my dad.
It took my brain a moment to register that he was walking towards us. I felt the panic return, but I tried my best to play it cool.
“It’s like looking in a mirror,” dad said as he embraced Taron. “I still have this outfit I’m pretty sure. I was just telling (Y/N) that I still have all my favorite outfits back home going all the way back to this very first performance.”
At the mention of my name, Taron’s eyes landed on me. I tried not to crumple under his gaze, and kept the smile on my face.
“Hey,” Taron said. “Good to see you again.”
“Good to see you, too,” I said, surprisingly myself with how confident i sounded.
“Who is this little guy?” Taron asked, referring to Zachary. The young boy buried his face in my neck, peaking one eye up at Taron.
“This is Zachary,” I said. “Z, this is Taron. Doesn’t he look like daddy?”
Taron struck a pose for Zachary, who seemed to warm up slightly but not a lot.
“What do you think, Elijah?” papa asked the youngest boy. “Do you think Taron looks like daddy?”
Elijah shook his head. “Daddy is old!”
We burst out into laughter as dad gave Elijah a mocked offended look. Elijah squealed as dad picked him up and began tickling his sides. Zachary was still a bit hesitant, but I could feel his body shaking as he chuckled in my arms.
“Come on, Rocket Man, we gotta start filming,” Dex called to Taron.
Taron made his way onto the set stage. Quiet was called and a hush fell over the room. The minute Dex called action, music filled the silence. One of dad’s songs, his least favorite yet one of his most popular ones, began to play. Except it wasn’t dad singing it, it was Taron’s voice. I was a little shocked to hear him singing instead of there being a backing track of dad’s music, but I had to admit he was an amazing singer. It was a fantastic choice they made. His singing voice was amazing and it made the movie have more of a fantastical musical vibe, instead of just a movie with dad’s voice dubbed over for the music.
I tried to get Zachary out of his shell more by dancing with him while the music was playing. We were not strangers to dad’s music. The three of us had seen dad perform on numerous occasions. I figured the familiarity of the music, plus the goofy dancing would definitely help with his nervousness. And I was right for the most part; Zachary came out of his nervous cocoon eventually and started dancing with me. By the time Dex called cut on the scene, Zachary felt comfortable enough to be put back down on to the floor and followed dad and papa to meet Jamie Bell, who was playing Uncle Bernie.
“Seems he enjoyed the show.”
I jumped at the sound of Taron’s voice so suddenly. He was laughing at my reaction as I turned back to him, my heart beating a million beats per second just having him so close to me.
“I think he just needed some time to warm up to being around so many people,” I said. “Usually when we go to dad’s shows we’re in a special VIP area where it’s just the three of us and papa, so he’s not used to so many people and so much attention being on him.”
“I get that. He’s only young. Doesn’t fully understand how well loved his dad is.”
“I don’t think I even fully understand it, and I’m in my mid 20s,” I said.
Taron chuckled and I couldn’t help but smile too. The realization of his realness was starting to wash over me again. He was actually here, stood in front of me, talking to me. He was a real person!
“Listen,” Taron said, “I wanted to talk about the first time we met.”
I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I tried not to let my embarrassment show too much. Maybe if I pretended I didn’t even remember, we could just move on from the entire situation and pretend like it never happened.
“I’m sorry it went the way that it did,” he continued. “I know you were embarrassed about what your dad said. I know Elton meant no harm, and he was just trying to tease you because...well, he’s Elton John, but it really wasn’t fair of him to say that to me when we were first meeting. I could tell by your face that that wasn’t exactly the way you wanted our first meeting to go.”
I was a little surprised by what he was saying. I don’t know why I was expecting for him to say something that would make the situation worse, like maybe calling me out on my crush and saying something about it. He seemed like a really nice guy, not the type to make someone feel bad. But I guess, after having an entire year to let that embarrassing moment stew, I just expected the worst if I ever met him again.
“I appreciate you saying that,” I said. “It definitely was not the way I wanted to meet the guy I had such a big crush on. I think dad expects stuff like that to wash over me like water off a duck’s back because of who he is and how many famous people I’ve met and am close to, but his status never makes those types of interactions easier. Again, especially when meeting someone that I was crushing so hard on.”
Taron was giving me a look that I wasn’t sure how to read at first. “Was?”
My brows furrowed together. “Hmm?”
“You said ‘someone I was crushing on’. As in you’re not anymore?”
I wasn’t sure why that was the part he was focusing on. I opened my mouth to respond, but Dex called to Taron again. Taron looked at me and winked behind the thick framed glasses before making his way back to set to start filming again. And it was with that wink that I could not handle anymore and finally had to sit myself down.
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I kept coming to set the next few weeks. At first it was only one day out of the week for a couple of hours, but soon enough I was tagging along with dad and papa every day. I tried to tell them it was because I was enjoying watching the movie being filmed, and getting to relive these big moments with dad, but they both knew that wasn’t the truth. They knew I was going because I wanted to see Taron.
We had gotten to talking a lot in between takes when I was on set. About everything and anything really. It started with just getting to know each other, but eventually it blossomed into talking about whatever was on our minds. Sometimes it was about the movie, sometimes it wasn’t. Either way, we just got to know one another. And eventually, my “celebrity crush” became a real one.
I knew my dads could see what was going on, but they didn’t bring it up. I figured that was mostly because of how my first interaction with Taron went and dad didn’t want to risk embarrassing me like that again. Which, I did appreciate. I felt like a friendship was being built with Taron and I didn’t want that to be risked with fatherly embarrassment to the extreme, even though I knew that wasn’t dad’s intentions.
One day, we walked on set and I was surprised to see Taron was nowhere in sight. Instead, we walked into a setup that looked like great grandma Ivy’s apartment that I had seen in plenty of dad’s baby pictures. There were three different actors than normal on set, one I recognized as Bryce Dallas Howard and one young boy I recognized to be dressed up the way dad had been when he was that age. I realized pretty quickly that today was probably mostly shooting scenes of flashbacks from dad’s childhood, which caused me to feel disappointed realizing that I likely wouldn’t be seeing Taron today.
I was sat in my usual seat (because yes, I had visited so often that I was given a seat with my name on it) watching the set up for the scene when dad came over and sat next to me, dramatically sighing as his body settled into the chair.
“These old bones can hardly sit down anymore,” he said.
I smiled at him. “Oh, please. You’re hardly that old, dad. Besides, we both know that after everything you’ve gone through, you’re going to outlive us all.”
“A man can only hope.” We laughed together. Dad put an arm around my shoulder and leaned into me. “Taron’s in his trailer, you know.”
“Oh?” I said, hoping I didn’t seem as excited by this information as I was. “He’s filming later on then?”
“Yeah, way later on this evening. David said that Taron showed up way earlier than he needed to claiming that he thought his call time was this morning, not this evening.” I raised an eyebrow at him, silently telling him to say whatever it was he was trying to say. “I don’t think that was the case, though.”
“Clearly.”
“I think he came here early hoping to see you.”
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “I think you’re being a little ambitious there dad.”
“About as ambitious as I would be to say that you show up every day so you can see him, too?” When I didn’t respond to that, dad just laughed. “I see things, (Y/N). My eyes may be old, but they can still see things that no one else sees.”
“And what is it that you see with me and Taron?”
“I see a young man who is enamored by a young woman, and a young woman who feels the same way. I also see two cowards who are too afraid to confess their feelings to one another.”
I playfully nudged him with my elbow, to which he dramatically clutched his stomach and acted like I had shot him or something.
“I’m not saying that Taron feels anything for me,” I said, “because I don’t think he does. I think he’s just being friendly with someone that he considers to be a friend. But, if what you’re saying is right and he does have romantic interest in me, maybe the reason why he won’t admit it is because he’s too afraid to? I mean, my dad is Elton John after all. That’s a pretty big name to have as a potential father-in-law.”
“Hey now, I didn’t say anything about marrying you off to the man.” I smiled and shook my head. This really was just an every day thing with dad. He loved being a father, but I think he loved being a nuisance more than that. Papa always warned him he would regret that when Zachary, Elijah, and I started to pick up on his habits. “But both of you know that Taron has my approval if he does want to pursue you romantically. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have even been cast in this movie!”
“You cast him because he’s a good actor!”
“Oh, that was only part of it. The other part was so that you two could have a do-over with your meeting, since I ruined the last one.”
I put my head on dad’s shoulder. “You didn’t ruin it. You just embarrassed me beyond belief, but that’s what a father does.”
Dad gave me a small squeeze before pulling me away from him. “Go to his trailer. Have a few moments alone.”
“Give you a few grandkids?”
He pushed me away, which caused me to laugh hysterically.
“Darling, I may be old but I am certainly not that old,” he said. “And, again, I said I approve of him. Not that you two need to get married and pop out babies right away. Go on a few dates first, for the love of God.”
I stood from my chair, still laughing. Dad tried to glare at me, but he couldn’t. This was just our relationship.
I made my way out of the set before they started filming so that I wouldn’t be disrupting anything. All the trailers were grouped together in the lot, luckily with signs on them to label what or whose trailer they were. Taron’s was the furthest on the lot, with a theatrical gold star stuck to the door with his name on it. Part of me figured this was dad’s doing, but the other part of me would believe that it was Dex’s doing, too. Papa truly couldn’t have chosen a better director to capture dad’s personality and aesthetic than Dex.
My heart was pounding so loud that I thought Taron would hear it before I even knocked. I took a deep breath and pushed myself to knock before I got too nervous and ran away instead. There was a brief rustling in the trailer before the door opened, revealing Taron in a pair of black and gold hot pants, a gold jacket that was left unzipped so I could see his entire torso and chest, and heeled shoes with gold tips and gold wings on the side. I wasn’t sure where to look first. My eyes naturally lingered on his chest, his coarse chest hair a welcoming sight, but I couldn’t help but glance lower at his thighs in those hot pants, too. Not to mention the bulge -
“Shit,” Taron breathed, a panicked look in his eyes. “Sorry, uh, I didn’t expect...I thought it might’ve been someone from the set. I’m just...uh...”
“In costume, I would assume,” I said, trying to pretend like I was looking at his shoes and not another area lower on his body.
“Yeah,” he said. His face was starting to turn bright read. “It’s for a scene later on...way later on. I’m - I was early today, so they already put me through costume and makeup.” He cleared his throat and ran his hands through his hair. “Do you, um, do you want to come in?”
I nodded, unsure if I could even form any words. He stepped aside to let me into his trailer. He still looked flustered by my sudden appearance, which I thought was cute.
“Don’t be sorry, by the way,” I told him. “I don’t mind this eye full that I’m getting. Quite the opposite, really.”
That only made him more flustered, and I couldn’t help but smirk at that reaction.
“You’re a lot like your dad,” he commented. “He said something similar while we were filming Kingsman a few years ago.”
“We Furnish-Johns have good taste in men.”
I sat down on the couch of his trailer and he sat across from me. I tried not to be too obvious with my gawking, but it was hard not to look at him. God, was he ever attractive. And here he was, sat next to me, practically naked, and all flustered because I had caught him this way. I felt like I should be feeling a similar way, but knowing that I was the one who had made him feel that way just made me feel so cocky instead.
“I didn’t think you were on set today,” I told him. “I showed up and didn’t see you or Jamie or Richard.”
“We’re filming a couple smaller scenes later on to end the day. Dex wanted to film all of the flashback shots of your dad before he was Elton John today, just to get that out of the way.”
“You got here really early for that. It’s not even noon, and your scenes are this evening papa said.”
Taron shrugged. “I got the wrong call time.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “By over 12 hours?”
He shrugged again, but didn’t offer any further explanation.
I took a deep breath, once again willing that cockiness to stay long enough so that I could say what I wanted to say without losing my nerve. “Remember the first day on set where we talked about the first time we met, and you made a point of asking me about my crush on you.”
Taron nodded. “Yeah. You made it seem like you didn’t feel that way anymore.”
“Yeah, I did. Because I thought I would scare you away if I admitted that I did still like you that way.” I was moving towards him now, closing the already smaller space between us. “That I do still like you that way, if you get what I’m saying.”
We were so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He was looking down at me in a way that I could only ever dream of having Taron Egerton look at me like. It was like the movies I had seen him in, except this was real life and the person he was looking at was actually me.
“I think I understand,” he said. “But just in case, is it okay if I do an experiment just to be sure?”
I giggled. “Yeah, that’s okay.”
He placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head back until I was looking up at him. He leaned forward at an agonizing pace before his lips finally pressed against mine. It felt like the entire world around us paused in that moment. I had to restrain myself from getting onto his lap and deepening the kiss, even though I wanted to so badly. I wanted to spend the next few hours in this trailer with him, not even letting him leave to go film. I wanted to be tangled up with him and never let him go ever again.
The kiss ended far too soon. When Taron pulled away, I tried to chase his lips to pull him back to me. He chuckled at my eagerness, allowing his lips to press against mine for a quick peck.
“Let me take you out before we get too hot and heavy,” he told me. “I want to take you on a proper date.”
“I guess we should do that before I jump your bones,” I teased. “But you do still have quite some time till your call time. If you’d like company while you wait, I wouldn’t mind staying here with you for a while. Especially if you’re going to be dressed like that the whole time.”
Taron’s face turned red again as he looked down at himself, almost like he forgot what he had been wearing. “Might be too tempting for you.”
“It definitely will be. But I will respect your virtue and not try to deflower you in your trailer.”
He buried his face in his hands. “Oh my God! What have I gotten myself into here?”
“Something pretty great, if you ask me.”
#taron egerton#taron egerton imagine#taron egerton x reader#rocketman#elton john#imagine#one shot#rpf#fanfiction#fanfic#fandom
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Minniiieeee Im fucking dyingggg?! Chris and Taron was something I didn’t knew I need it, can U imagine all the content we would get?! They have the same flirty energy with their co stars, can u imagine the press junket with those 2 paired together?!!!!
Or the bts videos?! Or they teasing Seb together until Seb is so freaking blushed and Chris has to take care of that?! Or OOORRRRR Chris so jealous of Taron’s flirting so hard with Seb?!!!! Im ☠️ don’t bring me back until this happens 😭😩🥵🤯😭
Aaahhh yessss, it would be so good!!! I don't know that much about Taron but I know he's a really cool and fun and talented dude, so I'm sure he and Chris would get along great! I totally forgot Taron was meant to be in LSOH until today 😂 But I love that he also still wants it to happen!! Surely between the two of them he and Chris can drum up enough support to get this thing on the road again? 👀
Also the flirting with Seb scenarios, omg 😭 Please it'd be so GOOD, we deserve this!!
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Hello There!
My loves,
my name is Ronnie and i try to write. I write for some specific franchises and characters because I'm a tad bit uncultured and I have not watched a lot of stuff. This post will be a list of people I write for and you can request fics. I only write OC and x readers though. I am very sorry if that is not what you are interested in.
the people in italics are those I prefer to write the most about right now (bc I'm just a girl and I have phases ok?) and those in bold are the people I have a request in my inbox so works for them are basically coming soon
Any of the Marauders!
Any of the Daisy Jones and the Six girls!
DJATS; Eddie Roundtree, Warren Rojas
Kingsman; Eggsy, Roxy
Celebrities?; Tom Blyth, Taron Egerton, Taylor Swift, Florence Pugh, Joe Mazzello, Hailee Steinfeld, Suki Waterhouse, Josh Whitehouse, Maya Hawke, Joseph Quinn, Joe Keery
Stranger Things; Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Chrissy Cunningham
misc; tom blyth's!billy the kid, eloise bridgerton, razzle dingley, brian may, roger taylor, paris geller, rory gilmore, lorelai gilmore, jess mariano
Any Spiderverse Character!!
ATTENTION!
this list is not limited, if you have any request about the marvel or star wars universe send it around.
I do not write rpf (real people fiction) smut! The celebrity members list only includes fluff and light angst! I am not sure if I will be writing smut in general.
#eddie roundtree x reader#warren rhodes x reader#warren rojas x reader#joe mazzello x fem!reader#razzle dingley x reader#joe mazzello x reader#Eddie Munson x reader#Steve Harrington x reader#robin buckley x reader#joseph quinn x reader#eggsy unwin x reader#Taron Egerton x reader#Maya Hawke x reader#Karen Sirko x Reader#Camilla Dunne x reader#Daisy Jones x reader#Nancy Wheeler x reader#Joe Keery x reader#joshua whitehouse#Joshua Whitehouse x reader#sebastian chacon x reader#sebastian chacon#suki Waterhouse x reader#Florence pugh x reader#hailee Steinfeld x reader#roxy morton x reader#Brian May x reader#John Deacon x reader#Roger Taylor x reader#Jess Mariano x reader
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Three ships: Look I only really read/write hockey stuff, sorry everyone lol.
Morgan Rielly/Mitch Marner - I use this one solely because Morgan with Brock Boeser was entirely an invention of @captain-peen‘s imagination and I’m STILL the only one who’s ever actually written it. At least a FEW Morgan/Mitch fics (beyond my own) actually exist. They just LOVE each other okay. I have an entire tag full of video/gif/photographic evidence if you want me to point you toward it.
Jason Zucker/Bryan Rust - Zuck flirts with Rusty like they’re 10 and he’s running around the playground tugging on Rusty’s metaphorical pigtails. Just mocking him while still being SO. FOND.
Ryan Murray/Boone Jenner - this is my most written pairing of all time. They just work so well together and I have SUCH a solid grasp of their personalities in my mind.
1st ever ship: I’m not counting the bad self-insert Hanson stuff I wrote in the late 90s, so the first ever pairing I wrote in hockey rpf was...Steve Yzerman/Brendan Shanahan I believe?
Last song: Oh No (I Think I’m in Love) by Blossoms
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Last movie: I GENUINELY could not tell you. I think maybe the last one I saw in an actual theater was Rocketman with Taron Egerton?
Currently reading: Maddie Dawson - The Stuff that Never Happened
Currently watching: At this moment, Season 4 Ep 6 of Golden Girls. As far as shows I’m currently enjoying for the FIRST time, Mrs. Davis on Peacock. I’m still trying to figure out what the actual fucking hell is happening on said show.
Currently consuming: It’s midnight so I’m not currently eating but I had some strawberries after dinner.
Currently craving: All-Dressed chips. Pre-pandemic I could always get them here but Covid stole them from me :( :( :(
One media recommendation: Okay so on Netflix there’s a show called Home for Christmas (Hjem til Jul in the original Norwegian) and it has become a Must Watch for me every December. It’s dubbed into English but it’s not really distracting. It starts with Johanne at a family dinner after being nagged that she’s single, telling everyone she has a boyfriend, and she’s bringing him for Christmas. Only she does not have a boyfriend. So this turns into her mishaps trying to find a boyfriend like 8 weeks before Christmas. Dating apps and speed dating and all that. It’s really funny and sweet and my god I fucking LOVE the ending so much.
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Halloween & Christmas Writing Challenge
OKAY SO,
I’ve decided that I want to do another writing challenge for both Halloween and Christmas but I wanna involve you lovely lot.
Halloween
Halloween will be one fic per day for 15 days [up until 31st October].
Since I’ve had no requests for this one I’ve changed the challenge
Fics will be song fics & outstanding requests will be done as and when I can get around to them
Christmas
One headcanon/imagine per day for 25 days.
Most likely a dating would include or NSFW Alphabet
If you have someone you want either of those for REQUEST!!
I love writing for yall so if you do have something you want me to write please feel free to request for this challenge
Big love
PS
As always I will take on any request as best I can but I can obviously write a lot better when I know the material a bit better
Stuff I’ve written for before
RPF
Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Tom Holland, Robert Downey Jr, Aaron Johnson, Austin Butler, Elvis Presley, Andrew Garfield, Ben Barnes, Ben Hardy, Robert Pattinson, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, David Tennant, Matt Smith, Andy Samberg, Dylan O’Brien, Rob Lowe, Patrick Swayze, John Krasinski, Jamie Parker, Jesse Williams, Taron Egerton, Richard Madden, Harry Styles, Bradley Cooper, Freddie Flintoff, Gwilym Lee, Joe Mazzello, Tom Fletcher, Dougie Poynter, Roger Taylor, Brian May, John Deacon, Joe Jonas, Nick Jonas
Disney ColIn Jost, Bo Burnham, John Mulaney, Adam Hills, Greg Davies, Alex Horne, Ed Gamble, Russell Howard, James Acaster,
Franchises
Marvel, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Twilight, City of Bones, Gone, Doctor Who,
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Supernatural, Sherlock, Friends, Desperate Housewives, How To Get Away With Murder, That 70s Show, New Girl, Gilmore Girls, Once Upon A Time, Glee, Jane The Virgin, Teen Wolf, B99, Parks and Rec, How I Met Your Mother, The Office, Ratched, Defending Jacob, Downton Abbey, Criminal Minds, CSI, CSI NY, Saved By The Bell, Greys Anatomy, Ghosts, Derry Girls, Friday Night Dinner, Sex Education, The Crown, Nashville,
Film
Mamma Mia, Grease, The Outsiders, The History Boys, IT, Bohemian Rhapsody, Elvis, Goodfellas,
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not anon: i love how genuinely respectful you are towards The Men’s irl partners. i love a good rpf ship as much as the next gal but ive seen fandoms (cough, sebastian stan/chris evans, cough, richard madden/taron egerton, cough, panic at the fucking disco) who are SO fucking mean and go absolutely insane anytime one of their uwu boys starts dating someone. youre really good at balancing the fun of fandom and shipping with actually regarding their partners as humans who didnt sign up for the fandom shit. i appreciate that a ton.
it helps that i like him and also want to fuck him too.
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The Blind Date
Taron Egerton x Reader
*a/n: I’m reposting some of my fics here, hopefully I’ll be writing more soon!
Summary: Your close friend sets you up on a blind date... and it goes better than you expect
Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY Minors DNI
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“CeCe, I don’t know about this,” you said, shifting in your seat.
Your friend laid her hand on top of yours to still you. “It’s okay, Y/N.”
“I don’t know, what if he doesn’t like me? What if this all just goes completely wrong?”
CeCe rolled her eyes at you. “What if you stopped being negative for like five seconds?”
“Still can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” you mumbled while CeCe just rolled her eyes again.
“Whatever, Y/N you needed this,” CeCe retorted, and before you could reply she said “And I don’t want you to say you didn’t cause you do. Now hush.”
You closed your mouth, your comeback dead on your tongue. In your personal opinion you did not need to be here with CeCe, or so you thought.
You had met CeCe when you transferred to London for work. Being an American in that big city was a huge step for you coming from your small town. Your boss had partnered you with CeCe and she acted as a sort of mentor as well as a coworker. Her open and honest friendly personality had drawn you in and you two quickly became best friends. So when you had told her over lunch that you hadn’t been on a date in well over a year, she almost choked on her sandwich.
“A year?” she coughed, then taking a swig of her water, she cleared her throat and whispered “Does that mean that you haven’t had any sex in that long too?”
You wouldn’t meet her eyes when you shook your head. “No, it’s been longer than that since I’ve had sex.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, no no no, we have to fix that.”
You chuckled wryly. “And how do you propose we do that?”
“Don’t worry I’ll fix that,” she said grabbing your hand. “We’re friends and I’m gonna help you.”
You laughed thinking she was joking; and since she didn’t bring it up again, you had figured she had forgotten about it. That is until earlier that day. She told you her boyfriend Lee had a friend of his that was in a similar situation. She was setting you up on a blind date. You had initially refused, but she said that she and Lee would be there as a sort of buffer. You had agreed and here you were in this bar with her waiting, fidgeting, and wishing you could find a way out of this whole thing.
“Y/N, please relax, I know him. I’ve met him plenty of times. He’s a good guy.”
“What’s his name again?”
“Taron.”
“Right. Right. Taron. Hmm that’s different.”
“Yeah, it’s Welsh.”
“Ah, okay.” You shifted in your seat again, then looked towards the entrance waiting on Lee and Taron to walk in, your nerves getting the better of you.
You looked at CeCe again. “I’m going to the bathroom.”
“Oh, no, I don’t want you to sneak out.”
“I’m not, I really do need to go,” you argued. “Look, I’ll give you my phone that way you know I’ll come back, okay?”
You placed your phone on the table in front of her and got up.
“Don’t look through my texts,” you warned.
“Too late,” she said, already scrolling. “Shouldn’t have told me your passcode, babes.”
You rolled your eyes and walked towards the bathroom.
You walked in and went to the mirror. You checked yourself out in the mirror, straightening the dress CeCe had picked out for you. She had deemed your original outfit unacceptable so she talked you into letting her dress you. You tugged at the hem of the little black dress you now wore. It was shorter than what you were used to, but CeCe had told you that it showed off your curves better. You turned to the side, and reluctantly admitted to yourself that she was right. The dress did make you ass look good.
You sighed and with a final tug at the dress, headed back out. You stopped short when you got near the table where you had been sitting. With CeCe there were two men. One was Lee, you knew him. He and CeCe had been together for two years and when you had become friends, she introduced you to him. You liked Lee, he was a good guy, sweet and funny, and great fun to be around. Lee had quickly become another good friend of yours.
Next to Lee, had to be Taron. He had his back turned to you so you couldn’t see his face. You tried shifting a bit to the side to hopefully catch a glimpse, but no such luck. At that moment CeCe spotted you and gave you a pointed look that said to come over. Lee turned to see where she was staring.
With a sigh you walked back over to the table.
“Hey, Y/N,” Lee said, smiling at you when he spotted you opening his arms for a hug.
You walked up to him and gave him a hug. “Hey, Lee. How ya been?”
“Good. You?”
“Yeah, same.”
“Well, let me introduce you to my friend and you date, Taron,” he said letting you go and turning to the man next to him. “Taron, this is Y/N.”
Taron turned to you with a smile that almost stopped your heart. He was gorgeous in the simple outfit he had on, a suit jacket over a white t-shirt paired with dark pants that fit his thighs perfectly. You smiled and reached out your hand for him to shake.
“Nice to meet you,” you said.
“Nice to meet you too,” he replied, taking your hand.
It could have just been your imagination but you could have swore you felt a jolt of electricity. You pushed it out of your mind, putting it down to you not having been touched by a single man in ages.
Your theory from earlier seemed to be true when, after you had gotten drinks, the four of you struggled through an awkward conversation. You were incredibly nervous, so you didn’t say much. If it weren’t for CeCe and Lee pushing the conversation, it would have been totally silent at your table. They would ask questions and both you and Taron would answer them, but that was it. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, and he you. You figured you had guessed rightly, he didn’t like you.
You could tell CeCe was getting frustrated with the both of you.
“Y/N. Bathroom. Now.” You knew that look that was on her face and you got up and followed her.
Once the door to the bathroom shut behind you, CeCe rounded on you.
“What is your problem?”
“CeCe, I told you he wouldn’t like me.”
“How do you even know? You haven’t said a word to him since you said ‘hello’!”
“Well, he hasn’t said anything to me either.”
“He’s probably nervous.”
“Well, shit, so am I. I still don’t know why you talked me into this.”
“Because you told me you hadn’t been out in over a year. That’s a shame, my friend. You’re young, smart, and gorgeous, you deserve to have a good time,” she told you. “Besides, Lee is doing the same thing for Taron. He got out of a relationship a few months ago. Lee told me he needed this. His confidence is shaken.”
“Why shaken?”
“She broke up with him. I won’t go into details, but he’s been really down on himself. Anyway we figured you two would get along.”
“Ah, so I’m just a confidence boost for him,” you said, crossing your arms.
“And he’s one for you, too. Don’t think I’m just, I dunno, pimping you out.”
You snorted. “Pimping me out?”
CeCe laughed. “Listen, it’s not like you have to fall in love and marry the guy, just have a good time.”
You unfolded your arms.
“Fine, fine, I’ll try.”
“Good,” she said heading for the door. “And maybe you’ll get lucky tonight. Clear the cobwebs out.”
You laughed and followed her out.
When you got back to the table, you made to sit back down, but Lee stood up and said something in CeCe’s ear. She looked at you, then nodded.
“We’ll be back,” Lee told you and Taron, and grabbed CeCe’s hand and led her away.
You stared after them for a second before turning to look at Taron.
“What’s that about?” you asked him.
He shrugged. “No idea. Probably went off to make out somewhere.”
You let out a short laugh. “Yeah, they’re usually all over each other. I’m surprised they weren’t sooner.”
You both fell quiet. Then he turned to you.
“Listen, I’m sorry I haven’t spoken much tonight. Normally I can’t shut up, I’m just a little nervous.”
You nodded. “I was just about to say the same thing to you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” you said chuckling. “I’m gonna be honest with you, this whole thing is new to me. You know, having friends set me up or whatever.”
He nodded. “Yeah I don’t think I’ve ever had someone set me up either.”
You thought for a second then said “I tell you what, let’s not act like this is a date.”
“How do you mean?”
“I mean, let’s just hang out, like friends. I think us thinking of this as a date is making us both overthink things. It’s stopping us from actually talking and getting to know one another.”
“You may be onto something,” he said thoughtfully. “Okay let’s do that.”
“Cool,” you grinned at him. “So, do you play pool?”
“Yeah a little.”
You stood up, grabbing your drink “All right, let’s go play.” You needed to do something with the nervous energy you had, and you had spotted a few tables at the back of the bar earlier.
He grabbed his drink and followed you to the back where there was a table open in the corner. Taking his jacket off, he went to rack the balls. You couldn’t help but stare at his muscular arms in the plain white t-shirt he had worn under the jacket.
“Ladies first,” he said, shaking you out of your thoughts.
“Right,” you bent over, taking aim and broke apart the balls.
You hadn’t noticed it, being so focused on your shot, but when you had bent over, Taron had taken the chance to check out your ass. When you straightened up, you saw him look away quickly. You smirked to yourself.
“Your shot,” you told him, standing back.
You watched him as he went to take his shot and it was your turn to check him out. When he straightened up you decided to start some sort of conversation.
“So, tell me, why did Lee decide to set you up?” you asked, going to take your next shot.
“Well, he said I needed to stop moping around after my break up and he said CeCe knew someone nice I’d like, so here I am.”
“Ah, well I am nice,” you joked stepping back to make room for him.
He laughed. “Good to know. So why are you here?”
“Well I told CeCe that I hadn’t been out on a date in a… while, and she decided to rectify that.”
“How long is a while?”
You took a deep breath. “A little over a year,” you confessed.
“A year? Wow.”
You laughed. “Yeah, kinda sad huh?”
“Well, depends on the reason.”
“Okay well, when I was back home, I had just ended a relationship and I wasn’t exactly ready and then I got the job offer to come here and I jumped at it. I guess it just never really crossed my mind.”
“You mean the whole time you’ve been here, no one ever asked you out or anything?”
You shook your head.
“These people are blind,” he mumbled.
“Why do you say that?”
“Well, you are a good looking lady, I’m just surprised no one has noticed.”
You shrugged. “I guess.”
“I’m serious.”
“Well, I’m flattered. Not everyday I get called good looking by someone as handsome as you.”
“Okay, well, now I’m flattered. Haven’t been called handsome in a long time.”
“Well you are,” you said leaning against the table. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
He leaned on the table next to you. “Well, I’m glad you did.”
“Hey, man, my eyes work,” you said, looking him up and down and making him laugh.
“Well, so do mine,” he said, returning the gesture.
You chuckled at that. “Okay, so, tell me, what are you looking for.”
He took a deep breath. “I don’t know really. I’m not sure I’m even looking. I guess it’s more of a ‘have fun’ period.”
You nodded. “Makes sense. Don’t wanna rush anything.”
“What about you?”
“No idea. I’m a bit rusty, so I guess I’m having fun too.”
“All right, so what advice would you give to yourself?” he asked. “I mean in this situation.”
You thought for a second. “Well, I’d probably tell myself to not be afraid to do anything, be bold, take chances. I mean if it goes wrong, you don’t have to see that person again. It’s a big city.”
“That’s just good advice period.”
“Yeah, now the real question is will I follow it.”
“I don’t see why you shouldn’t.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” you said, turning to look at him. You were mesmerized by his eyes. They were beautiful; a mixture of blue and green.
You had inched closer to him and he to you, but before anything could happen, CeCe and Lee approached you.
“So glad to see you two getting along,” CeCe said.
“Taron,” Lee said. “I need to talk to you for a second.”
Lee led him a ways off.
CeCe turned to you. “Looks like you two were getting cozy here. Sorry we interrupted.”
“He is pretty cool,” you said.
“Yeah, yeah… umm, look Lee and I are going to head back to his for the night, and…”
“And you’re gonna leave us?”
“Well, yeah,” she admitted, looking a little guilty. “It’s just that I haven’t seen him in a while.”
“You literally saw him two days ago.”
“Yeah, well…”
“CeCe, it’s okay, go be with your man. No need to feel guilty.”
She smiled at you, and gave you a big hug. “I knew you’d understand.”
“Yeah, yeah. Have fun… what am I saying, I know you will,” you said grinning at her. She blushed making you laugh.
“You have fun too,” she told you before walking over to where Lee was. He had finished his conversation with Taron and was standing waiting for her.
Taron walked back over to you. “So, the lovebirds are off.”
“Yep, I figured they would be. Just surprised it took them this long. So, what now?”
He drained his drink then looked at you. “Wanna get out of here?”
You looked him up and down, then finished off your drink too. “Yeah, let’s go.”
He grabbed his jacket, and taking your hand, he led you outside.
You both walked around for a bit, still holding on to each other’s hand, talking. You were entranced by him and the stories he told you as you walked. After a while, you had decided to walk the few blocks to your place. Once outside your door, you turned to him.
“Well, this is me,” you told him reluctantly letting his hand go. “I had fun.”
“Yeah, me too.”
You had turned towards your door, when you felt him grab your arm, turning you around to face him. Before you could say anything, you felt his lips on yours. You eagerly kissed him back, your arms going around his neck. When he pulled away, you had to catch your breath; you hadn’t been kissed like that before.
He looked at you and began to step away, but before he could you asked him “D’you wanna come in?”
He nodded, and you went to unlock your door, with shaking hands. You remembered what you had told him about telling yourself to be bold, and you managed to get your door open. You grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.
Once the door was shut behind him, he found your lips with his again, backing you into the wall. Your keys and purse fell out of your hands onto the floor as you kissed him back. You felt his hands slide down your waist to your hips, pulling you closer to him. As he moved his lips from yours to kiss along your neck, you started grinding against him, feeling yourself getting wetter.
When his hands reached your thighs, he pushed your dress up around your waist. You reached down and took the dress off, pulling it up and over your head. He stared at you for a bit as you stood there in front of him in nothing but your underwear. Reaching out and grabbing him by his shirt, pulled him against you again, kissing him deeply. You pushed his jacket off his shoulders, where it joined your dress on the floor.
Your hands explored his body, trailing up his arms to his chest, and down his stomach, you reached down and pulled at his shirt, wanting him to take it off.
“Mm, you have way too many clothes on,” you murmured against his lips. “It’s not fair.”
With a chuckle, he took his shirt off. You ran your hands over his exposed chest and down to his stomach, the light smatter of hair tickling your palms. He took your hands in his and wrapped them around his neck before he let his hands slide down to your thighs again. He grabbed them and lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist.
“My room. Down the hall. Second door,” you told him.
He carried you into your room and lowered you down to the floor. You walked him back until the back of his knees hit the edge of your bed. You lightly pushed him down and straddled his lap as he laid back. You bent over kissing him on his neck, down his chest and stomach, only stopping because he still had his pants on.
“Take these off,” you told him.
“Someone’s impatient,” he said while he obliged.
“I am,” you told him.
He slid them off along with his underwear. “You want me that bad, huh?”
“Yes,” you told him simply, looking him dead in his eyes.
“Good,” he said, flipping you on your back and kissing you down your stomach.
You reached behind your back and unhooked your bra, tossing it to the side as he slid your panties off your legs. Kissing up your thighs, he reached your wet core. Lifting one leg on his shoulder he dove his head in, licking up your pussy lips and swirling his tongue around your clit. You arched your back off the bed, grabbing at the cover on the bed. He kept fucking you with his tongue, quickly bringing you to the edge. But before you could cum, he stopped.
Lowering your leg down, he lifted his head up watching you panting on the bed.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Because I want to fuck you,” he told you, getting off the bed and reaching for his pants, digging out a condom.
You watched as he slid it on then climbed on the bed, situating himself between your legs. Taking one leg in his hand and hooking it on his arm, he slid inside you slowly. You moaned as he stretched you. Once he bottomed out, he sat there inside you for a moment, giving you a chance to adjust to his size. When you started moving your hips slightly, he began moving in and out of you. You wrapped your arms around his back, trailing your hands up and down, feeling the muscles underneath your hands.
As he moved faster, you dug your nails into his back. He let your leg go and leaned forward on his forearms, kissing you again. Your tongues sliding into each other’s mouths, your moans filling the room. You wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer.
“Fuck, you feel so good, so amazing,” he moaned. He then sat up on his knees, and lifting you up he pulled you onto his lap. You grabbed his shoulders, as you bounced up and down on his dick.
“Don’t-don’t stop,” you groaned. “So close, I’m so close.”
He moved you faster on top of him, the head of his dick hitting your g-spot and you felt yourself coming closer to your orgasm. “Taron, fuck, Taron.”
“That’s it,” he moaned. “Cum for me, Y/N.”
You felt yourself cum hard, your mouth falling open into an O. As he felt you tighten around him, his hips began to stutter. He was close behind you and soon he came with a shout. He fell back on the bed with you on top of him. When you both caught your breath after a few minutes, he got up and tossed the condom away and then rejoined you on the bed, laying next to you.
“Okay, that was really, really good,” you told him, resting your head on his chest and tracing your fingers over his body, taking him in.
“Yeah it was,” he agreed, taking your hand and kissing it softly, then he sat up and kissed your lips.
“We gotta do that again,” you told him, kissing him back and parting his lips with your tongue.
“Sounds like a plan,” he said as you straddled him again, running his hands down your back to grab your ass. “I’m free all weekend.”
As you kissed him deeply, you made a mental note to thank CeCe the next time you saw her.
#taron egerton#taron egerton x reader#taron egerton smut#taron egerton imagine#taron egerton x you#taron egerton x y/n#smut#fics#fan fic smut#taron egerton fanfiction#taron egerton rpf#rpf#whiskey writes
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Christmas fic to cure your seasonal depression (or at least mine)
In an attempt to keep busy this month, stay sane, have fun and put some new stories into the world, me and @applesfallingfromblondehair wrote Christmas romcom advent calendar fanfiction with a purposely absurd number of daily guest stars. This is not the scale (or precise genre) I usually write, so if this kind of thing isn’t normally your speed, maybe take a peek anyway, if you want? It’s definitely Richard Curtis-inspired, but we’ve also tried to keep one foot in sort of reality-adjacent territory, if that makes sense. Or if you just want some 2020 Colin/Taron content to help you cope with pandemic stress, that’s here too.
Chapter 21 is up today. And if you don’t want to look through twenty odd chapters trying to find the sex, start with chapter 4 and branch out from there LOL
Here’s the ridiculously large romcom ensemble cast so far!
#taron egerton rpf#firtherton#christmas fic#colin firth rpf#edvin endre fanfic#mark strong fanfic#robbie williams fanfic
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show me your love (why don't you?)
You wanted new Madderton? You're getting new Madderton.
Read chapter 1 on AO3
❤️❤️❤️
#writing#madderton#writing madderton in 2022#chapter 1#taron and richard#taron egerton rpf#richard madden rpf
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Chapter 4!
Waiting For You to Pull Me In (AO3)
Summary:
The lads do dinner and drinks (and coffee) in New York!
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here, some completely unrelated gifs that sort of set the vibe of the ridiculous Taron/Leo West AU I wrote.
I unapologetically and unironically love Ibiza, and we’ve all seen Taron when he goes to festival. so here, the Ibiza AU you didn’t know your heart needed.
mind the tag for recreational drug use. mild club drugs and shenanigans just like in the film. lots of love ♥️🍆
#taron egerton rpf#rocketman rpf#leo west#ibiza#madderton#AU#galantis#lol richard#thank you lauryn kahn
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Next Year
Pairing: Taron Egerton (RPF) x Reader
Prompt: Haunted House
A/N: This is rather short & sweet!
“I’m just saying, back in the States, you look up haunted houses, and you get astounding listings for places you can walk through! Here, you look up haunted houses, and you get a list of actual haunted places,” you scoffed, shrugging as he laughed.
“So, what, you’d rather go through an entirely fake haunted house in the States than go visit legitimately scary places with me here?” he asked, catching your hand as you reached out to push him playfully.
“No! But...I mean, Taron, come on, when you said haunted house, I thought you meant what I’m used to, not...not a place that has a haunted legend behind it.”
“But this is more fun!” Taron insisted, squeezing your hand before pulling you along with him towards the small group waiting down the street. You couldn’t help giggling as you hurried to keep up, leaning into his side as he twisted to face you.
“What is this, by the way? Because I thought you said haunted house, and I just don’t know what’s what anymore.” Taron giggled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, grateful that it was dark enough out that most people didn’t recognize him, at least not yet.
“This is the Ghost Bus tour. First part of the night. I promise, it’s going to be a good time.” You laughed, just a little, wriggling until you could cup his face and peck a quick kiss to his nose.
“I tell you what.”
“Hm?”
“I will let you run tonight, I’ll go and do whatever Halloween things you want,” you began, the tone assuring him you were going to enjoy every moment of it anyway, “but next year, you come to the States with me, and go through a few haunted tours like I’m used to.”
Taron hummed a little, wrapping both arms tightly around you, eyes scanning the crowd to be sure no one was staring and that the bus hadn’t yet arrived. He could feel you fidgeting just a little, but really, he wanted to take in what you had said, that you were planning for next year already, that you could see being with him then. That thought alone made a smile curl at his mouth, and he nodded, nudging your nose with his before pecking a kiss to your lips.
“I think that sounds like a brilliant plan, luv.”
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MASTERLIST
Who I write for!
DJATS;
warren rojas:
soul of a woman | spicy-ish, no smut
kiss you as the lights went out | secret relationship
KINGSMAN;
eggsy unwin:
high-achiever | fluff, rivals to lovers
RPF;
taron egerton:
you are in love | fluff, friends to lovers
MISC;
billy the kid:
ivy | arranged marriage blurb, angst
#masterlist#daisy jones and the six#kingsman#fanfiction#warren rojas x reader#taron egerton x reader#eggsy unwin x reader
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reese’s cups [taron egerton request]
pairing: taron egerton x fem reader (y/n)
summary: taron helps calm you down during aan anxiety attack
word count: 615
warnings: mentions of the pandemic, nelly makes an appearance (taron’s dog, not the rapper, lol)
a/n: this is a request from @jolovesfandoms ! hope you enjoy it!
tag list )lmk if you wanna be added!!): @nolmao89
It was quiet and dark, and I hated it. Usually, I slept better when the conditions were like that, but tonight was terrible. Classwork was overwhelming, and that was already on top of a hectic work schedule. I felt like I had no room to breath. Everyday was a struggle, and it was starting to get hard to find a reason to do anything.
“Love?” I heard Taron call from across the flat. I guess that was something good that came out of this dumb pandemic. When it first became obvious that countries would be shut down, Taron and I made the decision to finally move in together. We figured that, at the least, we’d have a month to get used to living together before returning to our real lives. However, six months in, it was obvious that this would be an ongoing thing. The longer the pandemic and shut down continued, the worse my suffocation felt.
Taron had gone out for the first time all week to get groceries. He really hated leaving the flat, but he was also at the point where he couldn’t be inside for any longer without all of his screws coming loose. He still wore his mask as he came into the bedroom, patterned purple with gold stars all over it that his mum had made him, and he tugged it off when he saw the state I was in. “Taking a nap?” Taron chuckled. “I got you something.”
“What would that be?” I asked softly.
“The shop had some discounted Halloween candy,” Taron began, and he handed me the bright orange packaging of my favorite candy.
I smiled tightly. “Thanks, T,” I said softly. “That’s… Really sweet.”
Taron’s face fell. “What’s wrong?”
“What makes you think something’s wrong?” I asked, moving the candy from one hand to another. Nelly clicked her way into the bedroom to greet her papa, and she stretched and yawned at his feet.
“Because,” Taron began, bending down and picking up his little Ewok-Wookie mix. He sat down next to me with a soft grunt, and Nelly wriggled like a little worm in his arms. “You were asleep when I left for the shops. Like, really asleep. And you’re not already halfway finished eating that.”
I clenched my back teeth. He was good. “You should audition for one of those FBI shows,” I said. “The Criminal Minds spinoff, maybe.”
“Answer my questions, darling,” Taron said. “What’s wrong?”
I sighed heavily and set the candy on the bedside table. Taron offered me our dog, and I scratched her back absently as I tried to gather my thoughts. “I…” I mumbled. “I’m just really stressed out. Work and school feels impossible, and I miss my family back home… Everything just sucks. It feels hard to care.”
Taron’s face fell. “Oh, my love,” he whispered. He moved closer to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and he gently kissed my messy hair. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“Didn’t wanna bother you,” I shrugged. “You have your own shit to worry about.”
“I do, but I also want to help you with yours,” Taron said. “That’s the whole ‘dating’ thing, ya know.”
“I know,” I said. “But… I feel bad about bothering you with my stuff.”
“Don’t, alright?” Taron told me softly. “I know it’s easy to feel like a burden, but you’re not. That’s your anxiety telling you that. You’re never, ever a problem to me. Alright?”
“Alright,” I agreed.
“Now, I think you need to eat your candy, then come help me with dinner,” Taron suggested. “Sound good?”
I smiled for the first time all day. “Yes,” I said. “It does sound good.”
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