#taron egerton x fem!reader
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you are in love - t.e.
taron egerton x fem!reader, fluff
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Hi hiii! Can I request a fluffly imagine w Taron Egerton where he's simping over the reader during an interview? Thank youu have a nice day!!!
a/n: Aloha! I'm scared of this fic not getting seen by the anon that requested it bc I thought I had kept another ask by them, were they talked about it being neutral, if possible, but turns out I deleted it (😭) so now I don't know if they see it. IF YOU DO PLS SEND ME AN ASK SAYING YOU SAW IT, I AM BEGING. Btw inspired by you are in love by taylor swift, I thought that was obvious though, kinda want to do a part 2 where you keep his shirt and he keeps his word, but it's just an idea
tags/warnings: not proofread at all, wrote it half-drunk idk if it's obvious lmao, language, mention of reader's hair, taron & reader swooning and dying and being obsessed with eachother, she/her pronouns, drinking, casual love confession, third and first person pov, i think that's all.
word count: no word count bc I was bored, but it's pretty long ig
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"I think being unofficially adopted by Elton was inevitable on set. We've just recognised that only one could be the favourite."
She nods slowly and a grin forms on her face. Taron can't form more of a smile. His cheeks were in pain. Three minutes into the interview and still, not able to answer a question. That's a lie, actually. He could answer a lot of questions. What her favourite song is, the amount of summer fruit she eats in wintertime just because they look cute, the color her eyes have when she sits in front of the sun, every tiny little thing, but that'd be useless in a press tour.
His favourite questions though would be the ones he asked her. The ones about music. How much she relates to Vienna, the guitar solo from Killer Queen, what does she think of the cowboy like me lyrics. Anything she could talk about for hours, he could listen to for hours.
"My back hurts." She whispers to him during the commercial break he didn't realize they were in. "What?"
"My back hurts from carrying this interview. Say something. Otherwise I'm going to die the day Jimmy Fallon makes an interesting conversation point." She whisper-shouts and him.
"I mean it's pretty hard to be hated when you don't have a personality, isn't it?"
He shrugs and smiles at her.
"I feel bad, we're sitting here gossiping about our host. But yeah. True."
She giggles thinking of his joke again. He looks at her as he is trying to keep his smile from exploding. As if he'd laugh with all his teeth if he let go. He's looking at every part of her, his eyes following the curves of her hair, her cheeks with their smile lines, because of her wide beams throughout the years. His eyes going all over her, as if he was scanning her, as if he'd been memorising every little one of her characteristics.
"What's wrong with you today, did I turn into a ghost?" She asks him, smiling.
"What?" He laughs slightly.
"You look at me all the time with that dead fish face. As if you're constantly wondering about something."
"I wonder about a lot of things, I'm a very philosophical man."
"I'm pretty sure that's how Freud's mommy issues started."
"Stop it."
"You stop it."
"Stop what?"
"Being so distracted."
"Only when you stop being so distracting."
"I know, I'm gorgeous but get your shit together."
"You are." He turns to look at her and smiles.
Stunned, she pauses a bit, pursing her lips together. As if she wasn't expecting the compliment. As if he didn't look captivated by every little move she made, the fidgeting of her hands or the twitch of her nose when she was confused. She also turns to look at him.
"Thank you." She lets out a breathy laugh.
"You don't look half bad. Actually, no. You don't look quarter bad! I don't even know if that makes sense, but it felt nice to say." She feels something newfound. Something hopeful and surprising all together. She wondered if he could see it in her eyes, though she hoped he couldn't because it felt vulnerable. She wasn't at ease, she was just delighted enough to only fly right over her safety net. Just in case.
***
As a person I have a lot of qualities, whether people would argue if they're good or bad, I did and they were a lot. Sadly, being patient is not one of them. I have to be distracted from everything at anytime and be constantly stimulated. Sitting down on a makeup and hair chair to be Laura's laboratory animal was one of these activities. One that could bore me very easily, but I also loves doing. It makes her happy to try new things and it makes me happy to see it.
Scrolling on tiktok, I land on a clip from last night's interview, with Taron.
'Currently needing someone to look at me like Taron Egerton looks at his co-stars',
read the caption.
"You're a lucky ass girl." Laura howls seeing my screen from over my head.
I look up and grimace at her.
"You're invading my personal space."
"You are my best friend, I've been invading your personal space since we were 20 and you were crying in the bathroom of a bar because the little umbrellas the cocktails had were 'just too cute'. Get over yourself, he's as cute as the umbrellas, you were thinking it, I said it."
"I- Touché."
Is he?
I mean he's really nice and you'd probably call him charming. And he hears me, which not a lot of people do - including me - anytime i ramble on about... anything.
You could call him cute, yes. He can be funny aswell. It might be the british-ness, I'm not sure. Though, I do enjoy spending time with him.
He's also nice to look at. That sounds weird. He is objectively, and only objectively, really attractive.
"Laura." I say sternly and look up at her through the mirror.
"Mhm..." She's so nonchalant about this. I need some sympathy here!
"You think?" My eyebrows furrow and I tilt my head. I belive I was denying my thoughts more than I was questioning them.
"If you don't, I will. I guarantee you though, I won't be as successful." Her grin makes me frown in thought. At least this is going to be an interesting press tour, isn't it?
***
"I can't say something like that, she'd kill me."
"You smile like an idiot when she talks to you. If she were to kill you she would've already."
"I- I don't think I would mind. I mean, it's from her hands, at least I'd die a happy man."
Richard squints his eyes. "Yes... And you still can't find a way to say that. Uh-huh."
The backstage for their interview had an air, heavier than it needs to be for Taron to process. Variety interview, press event, after-party. That was the schedule for the day, as of 5 minutes prior. Five minutes, in which he felt actually, relaxed. All until we had to shove a 'Confess your immortal passionate love to your co-star (bonus points if she doesn't hate you)' in the To-Do list. Taron thought Richard might, could, maybe, possibly, ever in a million years, be a bit of help.
But he wasn't, he was just being a dick about it, no pun intended. 'Yeah, you're smitten mate.' as if he didn't know that! He didn't need a doctor's diagnosis to tell him he was absolutely and utterly in love. What were the possibilities he wouldn't be? How could anyone not be? He hadn't ever met a more genuine and caring and generous and sweet person in Hollywood. No, fuck Hollywood, his life.
***
Entering the venue hurt him physically. At least that's what it felt like. You cannot judge him, if you had her waving at you from across the room with this wide smile you would've understood. He purses his lips into an upside-down smile he couldn't hold, he would never want to disappoint her like this, but he couldn't wave back of course. He thought he'd faint any moment if he moved. Right, fun. What was he supposed to do, ignore her? Avoid her? That might aswell hurt more. His breath hitched when she began walking over to him. What was wrong with him? He is a confident grown ass man, why does she make him act like that, how does she manage that? Why can she walk in and make the room shine? Why is she so genuinely funny and interesting? How can she be so talented, but at the same time so understanding of others. If it wasn't her Taron wanted to confess to, he'd ask her for advice.
"Thank god you're here! The music is boring, the food is bland and the people are so rich I can't even comprehend if they're talking about their yacht, their Oscar or their villa."
She clearly wasn't doing any better. "Need saving?" he teases and she finds herself chuckling. That's a sweet thought. A nice way to put it. Need a knight to save her from the absolute dread of boredom.
"Yes, Romeo."
"Romeo? I'm flattered."
"You shouldn't be, you die."
"I die in love."
"You die heartbroken, have you read it?"
"Under love's heavy burden do I sink."
"Very well delivered, congratulations."
"Thank you very much."
She smiles and sighes, he's so stupid, it's kind of adorable. What's even more stupid is how stupid he makes her feel. She feels like a fool when she can't come up with a sarcastic comment. She feels like a fool when she notices looking at her and can't even whisper, if ever utter a word. She just smiles. It's annoying.
"Well Romeo and Juliet is pretty fitting, considering you look like you just escaped straight out of some fairytale." He had to gather all his courage and make this compliment, but at least she liked it. No, she loved it. She adored it. It was so adorable, it was so nice. It's a compliment you see being said in books and movies. Made her feel gorgeous, like she was the only one in the room.
"I- Romeo and- Sorry. Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy, not a fairytale." She wasn't sure what else to say and what she did already was supposed to come out way more confident, it didn't. Obviously.
***
I’m not certain how we did so, but we ended up in the backyard of somebody, who knew somebody, who knew somebody who had cheap wine and a good taste in music, but we did. I had a drink in my hand and I was going off about something, but the conversation was changed soon enough. When Taron asked me, how the hell was I single. I looked at him. I squinted and sighed. "Why wouldn't I be? I mean I'm fun and pretty and famous, but who does commitment with a cat lady?! Who would want something long term? Pffft nobody."
I don't think I realised what I was whining on about until I heard him speak up. He said 'Me.' He really said me! It was so foolish, and I was so drunk, but he did say it.
"You."
"Me."
"You're funny."
"Only when I'm joking."
"Fuck. Would you?"
"Would I what?"
"No like, would you actually?"
"...Yeah. Yeah, probably.".
"That's- So you like me?"
"No, I don't think so."
"But-"
"I love you, I believe."
I was just looking at him. I could not function. I thought about the cost of being hospitalised for possible heart abnormalities and cardiac arrest. Saying me too seemed cheaper and more beneficial, so that was what I went with.
"Are you joking?" I let out a breathy laugh, thinking his concerns were ridiculous. "This whole time? Oh my god. I just wasted all this time."
"All this time of what?" He asks and I wonder, how could he not understand? It was so painfully obvious that I wanted him. I craved to hear his laugh and listen to him every day, 'til I would die.
"All this time of not being with you."
His mouth was left a bit agape, but I could see a smile being formed slowly. He just looked at me. With that stupid dead fish face he'd done at first. Laura's gonna love this.
"Could you do me a favour?" I look at him and chuckle.
"What is it?"
"Could you say it again?" I smile, tight lipped.
"I love you."
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podcastin' with the taron family .° ༘ 🎧 ⋆ 🎙️ ₊˚ෆ
epistle: just a lil sumthing ...
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ever since you and taron have been stultified out of your minds with lockdown . you both thought of starting a podcast with helping the fact that you guys have nothing else to do … from creating a safety net for your guys’ fanbases to create a more positive environment for the people who are mentally struggling ❤️🩹 .
the taron family always post twice , weekly with podcasts episodes with special guests . obviously with elton john to hugh jackman <33
the podcast is an amazing outlet with how much you both love to ramble infinitely towards each other , promoting how healthy your relationship is and to starting to advocate for important and relevant topics in the world .
running forward from starting in mid 2020 with the world stewing with racks on racks of toilet paper straining with this corona spreading like a wildfire .
you and taron have started trying for a baby !! luckily , you were both able to welcome a beautiful and healthy daughter and son , who are fraternal twins <3 your podcast is a perfect platform to talk about parenthood . from ups & downs to milestones where you guys would never forget <3
taron would non-stop ramble how insanely astonished , amazed and proud he is about you a being a first-time mother and him being a first-time father 🥹 the kids would absolutely love being on the podcast episodes too 😭
there is so many soft moments on the podcast , with silent moments of taron staring longingly at you with so so so much love radiating from him , funny moments with silently watching your babies having hiccups for their first time , taron forgetting his words as usual , the taron family all dressing up festively for annual celebrations , you and taron teasing about your new , exciting upcoming roles in movies / series , the list keeps on growing .
you guys are just insanely blessed for coming up with this idea <33
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#taron egerton#taron david egerton#taron x reader#taron egerton x reader#taron egerton x fem!reader#podcastin’ w the taron family AU 🎀🎧
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OMG OMG OMG OMG OKAY IMREALLY EXCITED NOW!!! HERE WE GO BINGO: Dark Fic with Jimmy Keene with "Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you -- I need to show everyone who you belong to."
For the quick description I was thinking maybe Jimmy's girl is the type of girl that always turns heads and attracts ppl so one time when they're out (could be a party/bar/club) and Jimmy sees some guy talking to the reader and laughing then he gets jealous and yknow...😩 gets all possessive and shows her she's his
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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Jimmy Keene x Fem! Girlfriend! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Everyone knew you were Jimmy’s girl, everyone. It didn’t stop them from trying to steal you away, though, not that it ever worked. Besides, tonight was the opening of a new club, you both might as well give everyone something to look at - right?
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - in this, I am only writing Jimmy as a rich boy who runs with the wrong crowd. The only reason I am attracted to this man is because of Taron Egerton and nothing else, and it is not set in the universe as Black Bird but the character of Jimmy Keene as Taron Egerton. || I do not remember the names of his friends, so I made them up- || cursing and foul language || sub! reader || girly reader || reader wears makeup and exposing clothing || kinda whiny reader || definitely a dom/sub dynamic || breeding kink || raw sex || multiple rounds || multiple orgasms ||
“What about this for tonight?”
James had been watching you come in and out of your walk-in closet for hours, trying on dozens of different outfits that all did the same thing — to show off your amazing body. He didn’t care what you wore, you would walk in under his arm tonight and no matter how many people looked and ogled, you were his.
“It’s nice.” He was way too focused trying to control his dick rather than pay attention to what he’d say about your outfits.
You looked beautiful in all of them, he didn’t care what you wore because in all honesty, it’d be off in a matter of seconds. His friend was opening a new club downtown, and it was the grand opening, so of course you had to go all out.
“For fucks sake, James, you’ve been saying the exact same thing for every outfit! You know what, how about I just don’t go, huh?! Nothing in my closet seems to satisfy you, bastard!” You sobbed, stomping into the closet and slamming the door.
“Fuck- Y/N!” He was quick to stand, fixing his cock as he tried to open the door, the lock making him groan. “Y/N, honey, let me in!”
“No! I don’t want to see you!” Your voice was muffled, but he could hear your sobs. Oh you were so over dramatic, but he loved it.
James groaned, leaning his head on the door. “Baby, come on! I think all of them were really nice!”
“Yeah, I know! That’s all you were saying, I don’t want to look nice, I want to look perfect, hot, amazing- anything other than just nice!” You sobbed even louder, wailing as you pressed your face into your hands.
Why was he so short? Why did he keep saying the same damn things over and over again? For fucks sake, he could’ve said something else besides, ‘It’s nice’ for every single damn outfit!
“Oh baby, I didn’t mean it like that! Come on, how about I buy you a new outfit, hm? I’ll take you to that shop you love so much, does that sound good?” He could hear your sobs pause, smiling. You always loved it whenever he took you shopping, this would be no different.
You whimper, his smile widening. “As many outfits as I want?”
He laughed, nodding. “As many as you want.”
“And some lingerie?”
“How could I forget the lingerie, baby?”
“And perfume?”
You were going to make him go broke, but he didn’t care. Not when everything he was about to splurge on was for you.
“How about two perfumes?”
He didn’t even notice the door opening, quickly catching himself before he fell and you ran into his chest with a loud sob. “Don’t ever tell me I look just nice again!”
James laughed, nodding as he stroked your cheeks. “Whatever you say, my love. Do you want to wear that to the store?”
You paused, looking down at your black dress that was way too short but James loved, a smile on his lips as you bent your leg back, looking down at the bottom of your Louboutins. “Yes.”
It makes him laugh again as you walk out, your strut perfectly swinging your hips from side to side before you stop and look back. “Are you coming?”
“Yes ma’am.”
He followed you out the door of your shared room, stepping over the mess of clothes you had made trying to figure out outfits, smiling as you reached back and grabbed his hand. “I’m hungry. Get me some food too?”
“Whatever you want, baby. From the food court or the way back?” It was a simple question, but you pouted like it was the biggest decision on earth.
“I don’t know. They have that really good place at the food court, but I’ve been craving that restaurant too… Can we decide later?” You lead him down the stairs making James nod, smiling.
He could never stop smiling around you, it was impossible. “You just tell me what you want me to do, baby, I’ll pick up whatever you want.”
“How about both?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“That’s what I want! Now come on, we have to go!” You giggled as you pulled him out the door, groaning as you tried to tug on his hand to get him to go faster as he locked the door. “Come on, Jimmy!”
It didn’t take you both to get to the shopping center, James lounging on one of the expensive futons while you changed in the dressing room. “Jimmy, are you ready?!”
“Yes, love!” He sits up, smiling as you walk out of the dressing room onto the platform, the entire dressing room like your own personal runway.
You walked down toward him, showing off the black dress that he was sure you had just tried on earlier back home. “Darling, as beautiful as you looked, didn’t you just try that one?”
You started giggling, nodding. “You passed the test! I wanted to make sure you were paying attention.”
“How could I not when your tits look so good in that dress baby?” He begins to stand, already walking toward you before you pressed a foot to his chest.
“Behave, James, I’m not done with my fashion show. I still have to find an outfit for tonight.” You giggled, pressing your foot against his chest to push him back into the futon. “I’m thinking red.”
“Oh, I don’t care what color it is, as long as I can take it off of you quickly.” He winked up at you, watching as you giggled and strutted back into the dressing room. “Still love that dress, baby!”
In the end, you did settle on a red dress, and he loved it. Oh, he loved it.
As soon as the both of you walked into the club, he squeezed your ass firmly and pressed a kiss to your temple. You were already swaying your hips to the music, giggling as you looked around at the strippers on the pole like how you were looking around at the clothing store.
“Oh, they’re so pretty! James, do you have some bills?” You looked over at him making him nod, not even looking at the women. He was sure they were beautiful, but no one compared to how pretty you were. So instead, he watched as he handed you a lot more hundred dollar bills than he expected and watched as you giggled. “Thank you, baby! I love you!”
“I love you too, darling.” He pressed a firm kiss to your temple and watched as you ran off to join your friends. He slipped through the crowds easily, quickly going up to the main pavilion where everyone was, quickly getting a drink and sitting right on the edge where he watched you throw money – both his and your own – at the very pretty dancers before being dragged to the dance floor with your friends.
He smiled, already taking a sip of his drink before Shawn sat down next to him, letting out a loud cheer that made you look up. He could practically hear your giggle as you waved up at him, James softly kissing his hand as you smiled widely before starting to dance again.
“Oh for fucks sake, Jimmy, you’re fucking whipped.”
James rolls his eyes in annoyance, scoffing. “Yeah, I’d rather be whipped than be getting STDs-”
“Oi, keep it down!” Shawn laughs, leaning over as he takes the next two drinks offered by a server. “Want a drink?”
“I’m good.” James raises his own, shrugging. He didn’t trust Shawn enough to take a drink from him, even if he invited him to the opening. “Can you blame me though? Look at her.”
He watched as you threw your head back, mouth open as you laughed and smoothed down the sides of your dress. Your friends were dancing with each other, one behind you before someone tugged you away making James shoot up.
“Hey, calm down!” Shawn laughs, looking up at James. “That’s Kingsley, man, you know him. He’s a trust fund kid. You can’t do shit to him.”
“Fucking watch me.”
James was already basically running down the stairs, shoving past everyone to get to where you were, yelling at the guy to keep his hands off of you.
“Hey, don’t you fucking hear her?! Get your hands off!” James shoved him, pulling you behind him not even a minute afterwards as Kingsley stumbled. “Get your fucking hands off my girl, you fucking bastard.”
“Oh, hey Jimmy,” Kingsley laughed, pushing his hair back. “Didn’t know this was your girl, she’s prettier than the last time I saw her. You don’t know the meaning of sharing, Keene, come on- fuck!”
Jimmy really couldn’t have been happier when searing-hot pain developed from his knuckles, watching as Kingsley fell back and you yelped loudly. “Jimmy-!”
“Come on,” Jamese grabbed your hand, pulling you back toward the private rooms as you gasped. “Come on, baby, let’s go.”
“Where are we going? Jimmy, what if someone calls the cops-”
“You think I care about some cops?” James walked into the first room with no ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, pulling you into the room with a smile. “Gonna make sure everyone in the club knows your mine.”
You whimpered as he easily lifted you up, hands holding your ass that was basically falling out of your dress, your hot cunt grinding against his cock as the two of you fell back against the bed. He laughed, his hands groping the fat of your ass as he fixed himself.
“Fuck, darling, you’re already so desperate. What, were you getting wet on the dance floor?” He could feel the wet patch developing on his slacks, hands shaping your thighs as you roll your hips against nothing.
“N-No, no of course not!” It was embarrassing how wet you got just from him punching Kingsley, but it was so fucking hot.
“So when did you get this wet, hm baby? Tell me.” His thick fingers slide up and down your slit, his open mouth sucking and biting against your neck, your mind already blurring as you bucked into his digits.
You weren’t even able to speak at this point, whimpering loudly with his fingers the only thing on your mind. Why hadn’t he pushed them in yet, why wasn’t he fucking you?
“You think you’re still stretched out from last night?”
Well for fucks sake, you were about to find out.
He merely pulled your underwear to the side, his mouth never stopping its assault on your neck, continuing to bite and lick and suck marks all over your skin. Your body was hot, hips bucking uncontrollably as his thumb starts to rub firmly against your clit and his cock slides up and down your slit.
“Y-Your… you’ve already covered my entire neck, J-James, it hurts,” you whisper, gasping as his hot tongue delicately trails over the hickies and bite marks as he slammed his hips forward. It makes your vision go white, a gasp falling from your lips as he groans loudly. “J-Jimmy!”
“Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you — I need to show everyone who you belong to. So that no mother fucker like that ever gets near you again, so everyone knows you’re mine.” He basically growled against your skin, his hips rolling slightly to get his cock deeper inside of you, his balls sliding against the bottom of your cunt, smearing your arousal. “Maybe I should do some more things to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”
“What, like putting a baby in me?” Your voice was strong now, your hands rubbing against his chest as you slipped open his shirt by undoing the buttons. “You want to have kids while being a drug lord?”
“And I’ll spoil that kid fucking rotten,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours as he sighed. “I’ll spoil you and that kid fuckin’ rotten. Just give me the word and I’ll give you that baby.”
“Y-Yes,” you whisper, ducking down to press a kiss against that mole on his neck. “Yes baby, yes. Give me that baby, get me pregnant.”
That was all he needed to pull out of you before slamming back in, just that one thrust making your mind blur and a loud moan fall from your lips, your first orgasm of the night coming quicker than you thought it would. “F-Fuck Jimmy!”
“Did you-” he paused, staring down at your cunt as he felt you clench around him, over and over again as your hips rutted upwards into his own. “Did you just cum?”
“I-I did, I did, please be gentle-!” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he flipped you easily onto your stomach, straddling your lower thighs as he held the back of your head, thrusting into you from behind. He was humping against your butt, the pubes on his pelvis rubbing against the globe of your ass as he held your hips to help you stay kneeling upward for him. “Fuck, James!”
“Come on baby, I haven’t even cum once and you're already so sensitive? Fuck, you’re always so desperate for me darling, so fucking desperate for me,” he groaned against your shoulder, his other hand that wasn’t holding your hip going up to intertwine with your own. “How would I not get you pregnant, baby? What would keep you from not getting pregnant from the amount of times I’m about to cum in you?”
His large hand held your hips, his pointer and middle finger rubbing against your swollen clit, his dirty words making your stomach twist. Or maybe it was the amount of times his tip was ramming into your cervix, his cock fucking you like a fleshlight. You could feel sparks running up your back, his hot breath fanning against your skin making everything just feel so much more.
You could feel every stutter of his hips, every sharp breath he took as he groaned against your skin, the sharp thrust that finally concluded his first climax of the night. It wasn’t like he was done yet, though, gently settling your body against the bed and slipping a pillow under your body to help support you.
You could feel the soft material of the pillow case against your puffy clit, your hands digging into the bed as he hoisted your red, two piece dress higher up your body and stared at the movements he made your body do. He watched your knuckles turn white as you gripped onto the sheets, your body bouncing with every thrust as he moved both hands to intertwine his fingers through yours.
“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum inside of you so much, it’s going to leave a damn bulge. There’s no fuckin’ way you won’t get pregnant after this.” He groaned against your skin, gasping as your cunt fluttered around his shaft.
Were you going to cum again? You had felt your stomach tighten so many times, so many fucking times, which orgasm was this? How many times had you cum around his cock?
“F-Fuck!” You screamed out as he thrusted forward, groaning as he rutted against your ass, the both of you cumming at the same time for the first time that night, even though it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
He groaned against your skin as he kissed up your neck to your ear, humming softly. “I’m going to cum inside of you so much that when you walk out of this club, my cum’s going to run down your thighs. Does that sound nice baby?”
“Y-Yes, fuck, yes.”
“Good fucking girl.”
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PROLOGUE
CHICAGO , IL . — 1993
THE KANKAKEE HOUSE
[ mentions of drugs , cheating , hook ups , and vomiting/sickness]
wc : 2,033
TO BE LOVED , WAS TO BE CHANGED.. or so that's what y/n thought as she sat in that same old chair at her desk , the big diamond rock resting on a gold band was twisted around on her finger . James knew she didn't have to have a something that large but he insisted , and she gave into it , knowing that this was the one thing she had wanted for a life time.
Y/n was a woman who grew up with a family of politics . Her dad was a retired narcotics investigator , her mother a forensic scientist who chose to be a stay at home mom , and then there was y/n . An agent , who was engaged to a drug dealer . It was risky to say the least , her badge stayed in her glove box at all times so she could live up to her lies of being a journalist . It wasn't easy to say the least , but she was a good liar , and Jimmy was so smitten he would believe anything she told him . So , the back-up career she had never taken a class for became her cover up, her white lie . Everyone had their secrets , why not let Y/n have hers.
Her thoughts were interrupted when a stack of files were placed on top of her desk , a repeat of all the things shes already seen . She took her time and flipped through every single file . Homicide . Murder . Kidnapping . Another homicide . It was all the same half of the time , but it didn't stop her from being able to make a detailed report for an investigation to take place . The sound of doors being kicked in played in her head , something she found to be an anger release during training . She hadn't traveled yet for a case , but she's only been there for about a month , so it was a reasonable effect to the cause .
All the files were stacked neatly on her desk as she checked the time . It was already noon , which meant she had three hours left before she had to clock out and leave , which didn't bother her in the slightest . It was a shock to her that she was leaving before seven , but it may happen anyway with the afternoon traffic jam . As she rose from her seat , she decided to go on a lunch break , that was the one thing she needed was a break , she had been exhausted since she had walked into work this morning , completely ignoring the fact that Jimmy didn't get home until four that morning . It was a repeating cycle , and it almost seemed like he was only coming home in the wee hours of the morning , and sleeping all throughout the day . It was almost as if y/n didn't know who her fiancé was anymore , as if he was a complete stranger .
...
Four rings , no answer .
Y/n pulled the phone from her ear and called again .
Four more rings , no answer .
Why wasn't James answering his phone ? She tried one more time .
Four rings , still no answer .
It was unusual for James to not answer the phone . Regardless of what was happening , he always picked up the phone and answered . Suspicion was drawn to her mind as she got lost in her thoughts . Was he upset with her ? What had she done to make him not answer the phone ? It had burned a hole into her brain . She looked at the time on her phone , 2:47 pm , thirteen minutes until she could go home , thirteen minutes until she knew why he wasn't picking up the phone ,
thirteen minutes before her world came crashing down around her.
Y/n put the cigarette out that rested between nimble , shaking fingers as she tried to calm her nerves . She made her way back into the big double-decker building behind her . The building stood tall , it was strong , and prominent . You wouldn't be able to miss it when you enter Illinois , it stood out in the eyes of many , and in the eyes of the fallen . It was probably ironic due to the crime rates in the little state , but especially in Chicago . The irony made her laugh every time she thought about it , but today she wasn't laughing, she was trembling with fear .
The sound of her heels clicking against the floor was all she could manage to focus on , the fear of losing balance playing in her mind as she tried to justify why her calls were declined . It was heavy on her mind , and her heart at the thought of doing something wrong , and being here was starting to feel like a sense of betrayal to the man who waited for her at home . Maybe he knew this whole time and didn't tell her , or maybe he was ready to kick her to the curb for a risk of being outed to the feds for his crimes .
Y/n was once again snapped out of her thoughts when the clock read three o'clock . She had went and clocked out and darted straight out of the building , in hopes of being home fast enough to catch Jimmy before he left out for the night , or before his buddies had came over. Getting into that car was her only form of peace , the calm before the storm , because she knew she was only closer to getting an answer .
...
The drive home was quiet , mainly because y/n was going sixty on a forty-five without a cop in sight , she was sure she ran at least two red lights trying to get home . That was her main focus as she passed cars left and right , getting honked at every couple of minutes as she came close to scrubbing against another car . She was no longer upset , she was angry , it felt as if her blood was boiling underneath her skin . She was full of rage .
She needed an answer.
Pulling into the driveway of her home , she didn't even turn her car off as she pulled it to a stop and swapped gears so it was in park . Y/n got out and went straight for the door which was unlocked.. why was it unlocked if James was home? The door would usually be locked at this time, it would never stay unlocked, it was too risky . As her heels touched the hardwood floor , she looked around her home in a fury of rage , her calm steps turning into a march of gentle stomping , it was quiet ... too quiet .
"James ?" y/n called out , and there was no response , it was quiet , a noise so deafening it made her head ache.
As she neared the steps , the pink top on the staircase made her heart sink . Y/n knew it wasn't hers , she didn't wear pink , especially not a deep toned pink . Her steps became quiet as she walked up the steps , the pink top came with a mini-skirt , a matching bra and underwear set , and a pair of heels that were way out of her range .
The clothes stopped at the door where Jimmy's belt laid , she was beyond mad at this point as she took the doorknob into her grasp , twisting it around and making the door open . The sight had made her sick . Physically , mentally and emotionally as she made a bee-line directly to the ensuite bathroom and dropped to her knees , spilling the contents of her lunch into the toilet . Why would he do this to her , was this why he wasn't answering the phone?
She managed to collect herself as she got up off the floor and flushed the contents down the drain . Her steps could be heard as she made her way to the closet to grab a suitcase and put her belongings into it , but she was interupted when she heard the stirring behind her.
James had scrambled to get out of the bed , with only a sheet wrapped around his waist . He didn't notice y/n was in the room until he had heard a dresser drawer being opened , it was as if his whole world came crashing down beneath him . Her face was red with anger , her eyes swelled with the tears that fell down her cheeks , how could he be this stupid .
"y/n , listen - its not what it looks li-" Jimmy was cut off as y/n zipped the suitcase , listening to the pained chuckle pass her lips as she stood up on her own two feet .
"it's not what it looks like?" she spoke , stepping closer to him slowly as she spoke . "I have called , and called with no answer , then I come home and you have some random tramp in MY bed?" she spat , seething with anger as she laughed a little .
Jimmy was distraught , he didn't even remember half of the events that took place . " It wasn't like that , just listen to me for a second" he spat back , but y/n was too distraught herself to hear him out .
"It wasn't like what , James ? Because it sure looks like you fucked her to me. " y/n spoke through gritted teeth , her words piercing through the man like a knife .
"I don't want to hear anything you have to say , you can keep your cheap whore , your fancy house , your drug business , all of it . I'm done" y/n spat through tears and choked sobs . Her hand wrapped around the suitcase as she made her way to the door , but she stopped and put her bags down as she turned around , pulling the ring off her finger in the process , and shoved it into his hand .
"you can keep the rock , I won't need it . Not now , and not in the near future. " she spoke before going back to grab her suitcase and walk out the door for the last time . This was going to be the death of her .
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TO BE LOVED , IS TO BE BETRAYED ... and she knew that now as she drove out of Illinois , she didn't even know how far she was driving at this point , she lost count of the exit signs as her tears flowed and confusion filled her brain , but anywhere was better than the state she grew to love .
The sun was setting by now , the woman had been driving for hours now . Y/n made a few pit stops for gas , food , and to change into some comfortable clothes . An energy drink coursed through her veins and she seen a sign up ahead that read "MISSOURI WELCOMES YOU" in white and yellow letters .
Y/n let out a soft sigh as she continued her journey , looking around for the nearest motel to stay at for a few days . Her legs ached , and her vision was becoming splotchy , she needed to rest for a few hours , or even just a few days.
Maybe it was fate , or maybe it was destiny , but Missouri was a place she felt free , a place she felt she could restart in .
A place she could call home..
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Hiii! Could I request a Taron eggerton story? Where he is in readers hometown filling a movie and they somehow run into each other? But she doesn’t recognize him at all and it’s him wanting to keep seeing her and finally she is able too figure who he is?:)
A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I wanted to make this perfect because I liked this request very much. Hope you enjoy it like I enjoyed writing it. Have fun, tulip!
Love Letters from Unknown
Summery: You fell in love with your pen pall...
Pairing: Taron Egerton x fem!reader
Warning: pen palls to lovers, fluff, a little sadness but nothing too sad
gif credit to @rottencoconut
It’s funny how many people are oblivious to their surroundings. You were no exception. One day you decided to take another route home and bump into your now boyfriend. At the time you didn’t connect the dots on who he was. He found it amusing to see the wheels in your head turning till they clicked into place.
You were walking the longer road back home. It was warm today and you wanted to soak up as much of the warm sun beams as possible. You were too distracted by the bees and bumblebees humming in the park to see the man jogging in your direction. The man was shortly looking at his phone before the accident happened.
You both stumbled onto the green grass. Your eyes were closed, the body on top of you heavy. You let out a small squeak out of shock. The man on top was convinced he crashed into a mouse. Slowly he got up on his forearms before pushing himself up into a push-up position. “I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was running. Stupid phone.”
You opened your eyes slowly. Above you saw the most beautiful blue eyes you have ever seen. “It’s okay. I got distracted too. Not from my phone but cute bees.” The soft chuckle made your already racing heart skip a beat. “That’s understandable. These little helpers are fascinating creatures.”
The man stood up and like the gentleman he was he held out his hand and helped you up from the ground. You were so memorized by his strength you didn’t register him talking to you. As you snaped out of your haze you looked at him puzzled before asking him to repeat his question. “I wanted to know if you would like to go and have a coffee with me. As an apology for running you over. Literally.” You smiled sheepishly at him before nodding in agreement.
You couldn’t remember the last time you had so much fun with a complete stranger. You talk about nothing and everything. Hobbies, last trips. Places he should visit in your town. He told you he was here for a film project. You heard about it put forgot who was staring in the film.
The one coffee date turned into five coffee dates, three lunch and two dinner dates. Your cheeks felt like they had a six pack from all the smiling and laughing. You wished he could stay longer but the film was raped. Before he went back to his second home, London, he gave you his phone number and address. You once told him you missed writing letters.
After a week went by you got your first letter. It was a postcard with the water-coloured skyline of London. It was beautiful. He wrote to you about his week. How it was boring without you and that he missed your smile that could lighten the rainy days in the city. You giggled the whole time while heat crept up your cheeks.
Over the span of six months you exchanged letters, little gifts, pictures, and little poems you found or wrote. One of you would call the other you would talk for hours.
One day a letter arrived. It was longer than the others you had received from him. You opened it eagerly and nearly dropped his note. You read it before you fell into a confused state of mind. Taron wrote about a plane ticket booked for Friday 10 AM. You looked into the envelope before looking at the floor.
You called him immediately. As he picked up the first he heard wasn’t a ‘Hey, how are you?’ No you called him an idiot and wanted to give him the money back. He declined before asking your clothing size. You were confused but gave him your size anyway. You asked him why but he just made a noise and began to ask you about your day.
Your nerves became more restless as you flew closer to London. Your stomach made flips as you stepped out of the plane with your luggage. You looked into a window and saw the mess your hair was in. You shrugged and went on. Taron saw you with drool running down your chin and called you cute. This man was a keeper.
You saw him thanks to the sign he made for you. It was cheesy but you loved it. It read ‘Ms. Pen Pall’. You giggled as you stood before him. He mirrored your big smile before pulling you closer to him. His lips connected to you. You felt the butterflies you missed so much erupt and come to life again. You felt whole again. The need for air got bigger by the minute till the breakup was inevitable. He turned to your belongings, took all your luggage from your hands, shouldering your backpack and nodded to the exit. “Let’s go!”
The car ride to his apartment was quiet. Music was softly playing in the background. You looked over to him while leaning your elbow on the middle console of the car, “Why did you need my clothing size?” He smirked. “You see.”
Taron showed you the way to his apartment. You tried to take your luggage from him but he declined. He told you he was raised to be a gentleman. You huffed before giving up. You walked inside his apartment and immediately felt at home. Like all the tension was lifted from your shoulders.
Taron walked you to his bedroom before stopping in front of his closet. He smiled sheepishly at you, scratching his neck. “I told you I worked at the new movie they filmed in your town. Well I got cards from the premiere and wanted to treat you. I hope you like it. I hope it’s the right colour You only once mentioned what was your favourite one.” You saw a floor length dress in your favourite colour hanging from the rack in his closet. It was beautiful. Some stones caught in the light letting them shimmer. “T, I hope the dress wasn’t expensive.” He blew a raspberry at you, “Nothing is too expensive for my girl.” Your small smile widened into a big grin.
A car picked you up at six sharp. Nerves ran high. Your leg pounced up and down which could only be stopped by Taron laying his warm palm onto your thigh. You leaned on his shoulder, taking his other hand, and intertwining it with yours.
The car came to a hold before a red carpet. You were slightly irritated before the door opened and the photographers shouted Taron’s name. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened. You held Taron back by his biceps looking him deep in his stormy eyes full of amusement. “Oh my god! I am dating Taron Egerton and I didn’t even realise it.” Taron chuckled before kissing your cheek. “Let’s go. I wanna show you off.”
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We pull the tail, now we see who bites.
Robin of Loxley/ The Hood X Fem!reader.
Summary: Robin got injured during a chase to get some coins for the commoners, so Y/N offers to heal his wounds if she gets something else in return from him. ;)
A/N: Hey y’all! This is going to probably be my first post because I have a Josh Hutcherson image in my drafts but I got too lazy to finish this, so this is going to be short and sweet. I just watched the Robin Hood 2018 adaptation for the 2nd time, and it’s great! Besides my Pookie Taron Egerton is in it so who could ask for more?? Anyways I hope y’all enjoy and I highly suggest you watch the movie. ( It’s on Spectrum for free. :] ) Btw hopefully I can get that Josh Hutcherson image done soon.
Contains: Kissing, 50% dom/sub reader and 50% dom/sub Rob, mentions of sex, injuries.
Wc: 1.2k
( Btw sorry if this picture is bad, just ignore John and pretend it's you lol. )
You are setting up traps for Robin to shoot at later, when all of a sudden you hear a loud, groan from him coming upstairs, making a shiver run down your spine. When Robin was back in Arabia and you had to fight him, hit you ended up sparing his life, but your mercy to him didn’t do much as you still got captured and was set sail in a boat with him for 3 weeks. Surprisingly, you too starting talking and some would even call you " friends " .
You decide to go upstairs to see what Rob was groaning about, and there you saw him, shirtless, his toned torso on display. In nothing but his pants with a wet, bloody rag resting on his massive thigh where he been impaled. You had to close your eyes for a second, trying to push the weird desire you had for him to the back of your mind.
" I wasn’t joking when I said the treasury itself was a hard target. " You say, slowly walking toward him, this made him look up from his leg to look at you. He decides to ignore your statement and press his rag into his thigh further, making him hiss through gritted teeth. You decide to go grab your medical supplies you used whenever you two got hurt. You always had wanted to be a nurse, but ever since the Sherif of Nottingham drafted you, things changed. But I guess it’s pretty useful to know how to properly treat somebody’s wounds.
" Hey! " You heard Rob say from across the room, " Where are you goin- "
"I'm getting my medical supplies, dumbass. " You say back with a bit of an attitude, not wanting to be told where you’re going or what you’re doing when all you trying to do is help. " Oh, sorry, love. Carry on. " He said, making you turn your head to see a light smile adorning his features.
As much as you sometimes hated Robin's attitude and sarcasm, you just can’t help yourself to be mad at him. It’s almost like you're drawn under a spell that will keep you from ever getting into any sort of confrontation.
You finally got all your medical supplies and you headed to the small table that he sat in on. Letting the supplies fall from your hands, you organized it quickly, while Rob eyed you carefully the whole time.
Once you got everything ready and set up the way you wanted it, you took one more look at his thigh. ' Shit. '
You thought, his cut is too deep to get a good look at what’s going on, so you’re gonna have to find a way to ask him to take his pants off.
" The cuts- uhm. " You stutter, " Your gonna have to take your pants off if you want me to get a good look at it and fix it. " you were looking everywhere except his face, not wanting him to see your blush-coated cheeks. Even though you weren’t looking at him, you could still feel his gaze burning a hole into the side of your head.
[ I am currently editing this, and right here is my stopping point. If the story shifts or changes I’m sorry, I will fix it soon. ]
" Hmm. If I fix up your thigh, will you give me a kiss? " You say before continuing, " I’ve always wondered if your a good kisser or not. "
He let out a small chuckle when his eyes kept flicking down to your lips. Then he finally spoke up and said, " Sure, love. " You blushed at the pet name. " Maybe I’ll give you something more than just a kiss. " He winked, making you roll your eyes at his audacity to be this flirty when he’s impaled.
" Fine, let me get my stuff.. " You say, heading away to get your medical supplies while Rob just watch you leave with a smile on his lips.
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" Mkay, done. " You say as you wrap up his leg and stand up straight, pretty of yourself.
" Well, here’s the kiss that you wanted. " He said as he grabbed your arms, lightly pulling you in before his lips collided with yours.
it felt amazing, and you wanted to be immersed in this feeling forever. You didn’t know what to do, but you were able to make room by spreading his thighs wider so
You are setting up traps for Robin to shoot at later, when all of a sudden you hear a loud, low, groan from him, making a shiver run down your spine. You decide to go upstairs to see Rob, shirtless, only in his pants, with a wet bloody rag on his thigh where he got impaled. You tried your best not to say anything weird or out of pocket when you approached him.
" Do you want me to patch you up? " You decide to say, trying hard to only stare at his injury and nothing else.
" Yes, please. " He said, panting. You tried your best to hide it, but he noticed when you clenched your thighs together at his low voice and the state he was in right now.
" Hmm. If I fix up your thigh, will you kiss me? " You say before continuing, " I’ve always wondered if your a good kisser or not. "
He let out a small chuckle when his eyes kept flicking down to your lips. Then he finally spoke up and said, " Sure, love. " You blushed at the pet name. " Maybe I’ll give you something more than just a kiss. " He winked, making you roll your eyes at his audacity to be this flirty when he was just a few minutes ago screaming because he got impaled.
" Fine, let me get my stuff.. " You say, heading away to get your medical supplies while Rob just watch you leave with a smile on his lips.
" Well, here’s the kiss that you wanted. " He said as he grabbed your arms, lightly pulling you in before his lips collided with yours.
It feels amazing, and you wanted to be immersed in this feeling forever. You didn’t know what to do, but you were able to make room by spreading his thighs wider so you get closer to him, which made him moan into your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, knowing it could be any moment when John could walk upstairs and see you two start to make out like teenagers, you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel Rob, you wanted his weight on top of you, you wanted him to pin you against the wall and fuck you till your legs went numb and you were cockdrunk.
He wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, pulling you closer and you felt his buldge in his pants grow. You let go of his lips for air and you almost whined at the loss of contact.
" Sorry, love. I don’t want us to get caught. " Rob said with a frown. You cupped his cheek with your hand and kiss him again softly before saying. " It’s fine, we can continue later. "
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Helping Hand | Taron Egerton
Pairing: Taron Egerton x Female Reader
Summary: You’re getting irritated by a man who can’t handle rejection when someone you’ve never met before steps in.
Warnings: alcohol, persistent behaviour on asking for a dance/to buy a drink, fluff
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It’d been a long night, to say the least.
You sipped on your drink occasionally, looking around the bar and to your surroundings every minute or so.
Your eyes landed on a man eyeing you not far away from where you were seated. He’d been staring all night, leaving you wondering how long it’d take him to grow some balls and actually speak to you.
You looked away from him and moments later, you noticed a figure approaching out of the corner of your eye, you covered your glass with the palm of your hand subconsciously.
Hmm, only about four hours. Must be a new world record.
“Hey sweetheart.” He had an accented voice, not from anywhere around here, you thought to yourself. You assumed he was with a few of his friends tonight, or on a boys’ trip as they called it nowadays.
“Can I help you?” You spoke monotonously, clearly not interested in the conversation and the pick-up lines coming your way.
“You can start by letting me buy you a drink.” You smiled at him respectfully, tapping the side of your glass with your finger twice.
“I’ve got plenty here, thank you.” That was more than enough indication to him to leave you alone but clearly, he didn’t take the hint.
“Come on sweetheart, how ‘bout a dance?” You sighed, clearly agitated, gripping on to your glass tighter as if it was going to run away and the man might use it as an excuse to ask you again.
“I’m not interested.” You pushed your hair back behind your shoulder, looking straight ahead rather than at the man who was now leaning half of his body weight against the bar, trying to grab your attention again.
“Sweet-” You curved slightly when another man pushed himself between you both, raising his hand up at the bartender. “Gin please.” You could already make out the deep Welsh voice.
You looked up at him, even under the horrible bar lighting, you could make out the subtle features of the smooth fair-skinned man with a jaw that seemed like it could cut glass and almond rich-blue eyes that could see right through anyone’s façade.
He looked down at you with a smile but you averted your gaze, noticing his attempt at trying to slip you a small slit of paper.
With any other man, you’d assume it was just a phone number that you’d have to throw away in five minutes but this new one didn’t seem the type to be that.. boring.
You took it from his fingers as discreetly as possible, noticing the poor handwriting, definitely one of the effects of intoxication by alcohol.
‘Play along’
Your eyebrows knitted together but you didn’t ask what the nature of the words were, your attention falling again to the man who was now stood on the opposing side.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
You didn’t speak or make an attempt to reply, fidgeting with the white slit of paper between your fingers.
“Funny. I was going to ask you the same question.” He sarcastically responded. His voice was deep and demanding, his Welsh accent was a staple in the conversation even with the tuned-out music playing from the dance floor a few metres away.
He sent the bartender a nod when his drink was slid to him. He grasped it in his hands, taking a swig of it before turning to the other man.
“What?” He scoffed out, still stood a few centimetres away in shock of what had just occurred.
“In simple words, for the simple-minded,”
You resisted letting out a chuckle, watching and listening intently as the conversation unfolded.
“Leave my girl alone.”
Your eyes widened for a second before they returned to normal again, you looked up to the man who had jumped in as he only stared ahead. His voice had instantly turned stern and you knew he was being serious.
The other man raised his arms in a surrendering manner, a smile on his lips but you could tell his ego had deflated a little. After all, it is such a delicate thing.
You watched him walk away and both you and the Welsh man waited until he was out of sight before you turned to each other. He sat on the chair besides you, giving you some space since the proximity a second ago was pretty much non-existent.
“Taron.” He looked over your face for any sort of reaction but you only smiled at him, a glistening spark in your eyes.
You took his hand that he had extended outwards, shaking it before letting it go. The touch was warm and comforting.
“Y/N.” You replied similarly, seeing Taron nod his head and turn his attention to his drink. You didn’t look away though. You couldn’t help but stare, his skin seemed that of a buttery consistency now that he was in clear view of you.
He was glowing under the light, his jaw looked a lot more defined, and his eyes were encompassing, definitely a pair you’d lose yourself in.
“I guess I should say thank you.” You spoke cautiously. Taron looked back up at you and shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing.
“Don’t mention it.” It was his turn to look at you now as you looked down at your lap, remembering the slit of paper he slipped to you moments into the encounter.
You look angelic tonight, Taron thought to himself. He knew your name would be that of an angel’s itself and he was right, it suited you. It complimented the ethereal pull you had on him when you entered the bar hours ago.
He gave you a few glances every now and then since the night had started, but he managed to convince himself every time that you were way out of his league. It wasn’t until he noticed the uncomfortable posture when the man approached you that he found a new form of confidence to step in.
“You must’ve noticed early on if you found a slit of paper, wrote on it then acted it out in your head to then come over and actually take the course of action.”
You spoke effortlessly with grace and had a witty sense especially with the way the words came out of your lips and how they rolled off of your tongue.
You waited for his response as he chuckled, circling the rim of his glass with his finger.
“No I-I noticed when I walked past you. I overheard the conversation, ripped a piece of paper from the receipt and here we are.”
You smiled, subtly nodding your head.
“And the pen?”
“That is because of a word of advice, always carry a pen with you no matter where you go.”
“I’ve never heard of that saying.” You replied, interested.
“Me neither, I just didn’t know what to say.” You both chuckled, you took a sip from your drink, shaking your head as you sat it back down on the bar table.
“Well regardless of where your assets came from, I’m grateful you stepped in. Some people just can’t take no for an answer.”
Taron hummed in response, smiling to himself since he knew he barged in more than he had ‘stepped’ in but he didn’t let it leave his mouth.
“You make a great fake boyfriend.”
Taron was caught by surprise since he forgot entirely about how the encounter ended. “I will take that as a compliment, thank you very much.” You both smiled at each other, looking away momentarily before you spoke again.
“Buy you a drink?”
The Welsh man smiled, looking down at his empty glass, pushing it away from him, a signal to the bartender to take it away.
“Yes ma’am.” You smiled at him, motioning for the bartender to come your way.
Taron edged his seat closer to yours, you blushed at the gesture since he didn’t realise you’d noticed. What a way to start the ending of your night.
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Lights, Camera, Action
A/N: Thanks for all the recent likes. This is the eleventh part in the Lights, Camera, Action series. Here are the links to the other parts if you want to catch up.
Part One - On Set Favourites
Part Two - Mixed Messages
Part Three - The Orchid
Part Four - Tears of a Clown
Part Five - Dazed & Confused
Part Six - Moving Day
Part Seven - Trying to Forget
Part Eight - Action
Part Nine - Cause for Celebration
Part Ten - Friends & Enemies
Synopsis: Truths are exposed, but not all of them are welcome.
Word Count: 3.5k
Mentions: Alcohol, lies, jealousy, anger, teasing and some slight smut and fluff
Taglist: Let me know if you want to be tagged. Tagging @hysteriadarling @wanniiieeee
@happyeverafterjunkie , @cherthegoddess @writingformany and @tayrey21
Part Eleven - Coming or Going
You hear someone saying your name softly and frown in your sleep. Your body is telling you it’s far too early to be awake, but when a gentle hand is placed on your arm, your eyes snap open and you gasp in shock. Tom’s eyes looking down at you gently, his hair all messy and on end. He smiles at you as you sit up and rub your hands over your face, suddenly conscious that you’ve fallen asleep in your dress and make up and must look a mess.
“Hey...Erm...I guess you’re freaking out a bit right now?” He sits next to you on the sofa and glances at you.
“Not freaking out, just curious.” You smile at him and can’t help but realise how cute he looks with sleepy eyes and bedhead.
“You got a little drunk last night and couldn’t stand up straight. I couldn’t find Nadia and by the time I got you in the Uber, you’d passed out. I didn’t have your address so...Here we are.”
You watch as he brushes his hand through his hair and licks his lips, a playful look in his eyes. “And you gave me your bed?” You shrug your shoulder and tilt your head slightly.
“Well I was just going to leave you outside, but I was feeling generous.” He laughs and you feel your cheeks flush with colour.
“Can I get you a coffee or something?” You stand up and move to the kitchen, Tom following you and sitting on one of the stools by the counter.
“A coffee would be great, thanks.” You set about making the coffees, Tom’s eyes on you.
“Thank you, for making sure I was okay. And sorry if I said or did anything embarrassing.” You smile as you bring over sugar and cream, shaking your head.
“You weren’t embarrassing.” You place your hands on the counter and regard him “I just didn’t want you feeling worse today, and honestly I should thank you...Those heels were killing me!” He laughs again as you grab some mugs and the coffee pot.
“Well I’m glad I could be of assistance.” You put the mugs down and pour out of the coffee, sitting down on a stool opposite Tom’s.
“Thank you.” He grabs his mug and blows onto the hot brown liquid before taking a sip and wincing slightly. His eyes study your face but you don’t notice as your mind is wandering again.
“Are you ok? You seem a little out of it.” You sigh and lean forward, rubbing your hand across the back of your neck.
“Yeah, I just...Had a weird visit from Taron this morning.” Tom raises his eyebrows.
“What time did he come? It’s not even 9.30am!” You play with your cup, eyes lowered.
“Around 5am...It’s not that, that’s made me feel weird. He was acting strange.” The man opposite you looks thoughtful and leans forward, resting his elbows on the counter.
“Maybe he was drunk?” You nod your head and add some cream to your coffee.
“Maybe? I don’t know something just seemed off and now I’m worrying that I’ve said the wrong thing or scared him off.” Tom smiles at you kindly, his voice soft.
“I don’t think anything you could say could scare him off.” Your eyes snap up to his and you hold his gaze for a moment before lowering them again. Sighing and trying to ignore the twisting feeling in your stomach.
“I dunno...I told him I was falling in love with him and he didn’t react how I hoped he would.” A wave of overwhelming sadness washes over you and you audibly sigh. The room seems silent and still, the atmosphere tense.
“Are you?” You frown as his question isn’t the response you were expecting. You sit up straighter and shake your head.
“Am I what?” Tom swallows and looks you straight in the eye.
“Falling in love with him?” You feel dizzy, the look in Tom’s eyes unreadable.
“I think so…” Tom sits back, exhaling and rubbing a hand over his face. You watch him, urging him to say something comforting to you. When his eyes meet yours, they looked glazed over, as though he’s not really here, but somewhere else, miles away.
“I know I shouldn’t say this, I don’t want to make you feel worse, but I have to tell you the truth…I have to get this off my chest.” You find the breath catching in your throat, your whole body alert to his words.
“I’m not happy...I don’t want to be with Nadia. I’m not going to lie and say I hadn’t been talking to her, I had. And it’s true, we did date for a while but we split up and then got talking again before I came to start filming this. The first week or two I spoke to her, and casually said she should come see me.” Tom takes a breath, his eyes become clearer now, you remain still and silent, your eyes watching him closely.
“But then, things got busy and I met you. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t mind the long hours because I got to spend them with you.” Your cheeks flush deeply here, a light feeling in your chest. He smiles softly and looks almost shy but keeps talking.
“You used to make me laugh all the time, and I felt so comfortable around you. And the more time I spent with you, the more I started falling for you.” Your breath catches in your throat and you have to steady yourself against the counter. Tom’s cheeks flush with colour but he keeps his voice soft and steady.
“That day in my trailer, I wanted to kiss you. I didn’t know Nadia would be with Harry and Sam and I panicked. I hate how I made you feel in that moment, I hate that I referred to you as though you were just someone I worked with...Everytime I tried to talk to you, I either used the wrong words or she’d pop up shouting my name!” He rolls his eyes here and despite the tension, you laugh softly.
“Then I saw you and Taron growing closer and I felt like I’d messed everything up...And I know I have...Nadia and I don’t work, she’s not even as nice as she seems to be when we’re around you. But I had to let you know y/n, that the only person I care about and want is you.” The silence and tension is palpable and you struggle to find the words to say something, but you’re just stunned. Tom brushes his hand over his face and sits back.
“I shouldn’t have said all those things, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer.” He stands up and you mirror him. Unsure of what to do, how to act, you come around the counter and stand opposite Tom, his face softens then, but there is still a severe sincerity in his eyes.
“I’m sorry if I’ve made things more confusing...For what’s it worth, I can tell he makes you happy and if you are falling in love with him, then I hope he knows how lucky he is... And I’d still like for us to be friends...If you wanted to be that is...” And then he’s leaning forward and kissing you softly on the cheek. As he walks away and lets himself out of your apartment, you can only stand frozen in place as your mind begins to hum with a million questions.
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You frown at your phone and feel your stomach pull again. You’re aware that there have been times in the past when you yourself had slept in late after partying all night, but it was pushing 8pm and you still hadn’t heard from Taron. You sigh and try dialling him again, but once again, it’s engaged. You decide to shoot him another text and head to bed, the events of last night and this morning, leaving you feeling overwhelmed and emotionally exhausted.
“Hey gorgeous...I’m guessing you’re still asleep or something, I’m heading to bed. I’ll message you in the morning. I’m sorry if what I said has scared you at all, if you want to talk about it let me know. Goodnight.x”
You climb into bed and pull the blankets over you, your hand tucking under the pillow. You breathe in deeply and feel your cheeks flush as you recognise the smell of Tom’s aftershave. His words come back to you with magnified clarity, you close your eyes and allow yourself a moment of guilty pleasure, as you breathe in his scent and imagine he’s there with you. You’re pulled from the moment as Taron’s face comes into your mind and as you’re pulled into sleep, you wonder if it’s possible to love two people at once.
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You’re surprised when you get to work the day after, with still no text from Taron. And it’s even weirder when you get there and find that the man has phoned in sick. A pang of anger going through you, that he has the strength to phone in sick but not send you a quick text. You try to keep yourself calm by focusing on work, which is fairly easy as Tom is on a training day, so you don’t have the added worry of trying to avoid him.
But when Vanessa and Ted approach you at lunch, with concerned expressions on their faces, you realise how anxious you’re feeling.
“What’s happened?” Ted glances at the floor and Vanessa reaches out and places her hand on your arm. You balk and feel panic grip you, sickness coming over you.
“Is it Taron? Is something wrong?” Your friend looks at you kindly and shakes her head.
“Nothing’s wrong, it’s just...Ted and I got talking last night and…” Vanessa takes a breath, her eyes glancing to her fiance who swallows and nods his head, a message in his eyes that only Vanessa can read. His voice is gentle when he speaks.
“On Saturday, I saw Taron and Nadia kissing and then head outside.” You feel your legs go weak and you sway on the spot, Vanessa grabbing your elbow. You shake your head.
“No...No...Because Nadia is with Tom and Taron came to see me…” You trail off here as you remember how weird Taron had been acting, you feel the blood rush from your face and a cold sweat break out on your body.
Ted puts his hand on your shoulder.
“I’m sorry Y/N it’s why I looked weird when you asked if I’d seen them...I didn’t know how to tell you. I’m sorry.” Tears prick your eyes and you sigh, plastering a smile on your face.
“It’s not your fault…” You step away from them, a single tear tracing itself down your face. Vanessa and Ted look at each other, her coming forward again and putting her hand on your elbow.
“Why don’t you take the rest of the day off? I’ll cover you.” You nod your head and let your friend pull you into a hug, feeling detached the whole time.
The drive home allows you time to think about things. Perhaps you were being a bit too dramatic? After all, although it had been for a scene, you had kissed Tom and Taron had been fine about it. It buoys you with a feeling of confidence and you make a couple of stops before making your way to Taron’s. You wipe your hand against your jeans before knocking on the door and hold your breath.
A few moments later, Taron opens the door, shirtless and cheeks flushed, his mouth in the shape of a small o. You lick your lips and smile as brightly as possible, gesturing to the carton of hot soup.
“I heard you weren’t feeling well so I bought soup.” He lowers his eyes, his face etched with guilt and you decide that it’s best to just treat it like a band aid and rip it off in one go.
“I know you kissed Nadia…” His head snaps up but before he can say anything, you hear the tread of footsteps behind him and a moment later Nadia appears, wearing only a towel and a smug look on her face. You drop the soup to the floor, the contents splashing all up your legs, but you don’t react to it. Your eyes brim with tears as you take a step back like you’ve been stung. Taron’s face redenning, you turn and run away, his voice reaching after you.
“Y/N I can explain...PLEASE.” You run out into the blinding LA sun, jump in your car and speed away, your heart feeling as though it’s been smashed into a thousand pieces.
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When you got home you phoned Vanessa, all the emotions coming out. She was patient, kind and angry for you. Even Ted had gotten on the phone and apologised, and despite feeling like you had all the life knocked out of you, you felt glad to know how good Ted was and felt happy once again that your friend had found one of the good ones.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” You asked again, but your friend’s tone was filled with certainty.
“Absolutely. You take a couple of days off. And don’t feel like you have to answer any calls from Taron. I wish I could fire him!” And Vanessa was right, he did phone, a lot! But you left your phone on silent and headed to the gym, pushing your body as far as possible so that you fell into an easy sleep that night.
The day after you wake up late and check your phone. Nearly 80 missed calls from Taron and numerous texts. You read them all but don’t reply. Later that day as the sun is setting in the sky, there’s a knock on your door. You feel your stomach drop and wipe your hands off on a dish cloth as Taron’s voice comes through the door.
“Please y/n…Please. I’m sorry, just let me explain!” You put your hand against the door, your eyes burning with tears and shake your head. A pointless gesture considering he can’t see you. You speak then.
“I don’t want to talk to you. Please leave or I’ll call the police!” You hear him sigh, his voice breaking.
“Please…Nadia’s gone. I threw her out…Just let me explain...I was drunk...Please.” You close your eyes and take a deep breath in an effort to keep your voice composed.
“You don’t need to explain anything. I have eyes. Please leave.” You turn and walk away, Taron banging on the door a few more times. You sit on the edge of the sofa, hands folded in your lap as you try to calm yourself and stop the tears from coming. Time seems to pass slowly, but when you’re pulled from your reverie by another knock on the door, you’re surprised to realise an hour has passed, the sky a deep blue.
You clench your fists together and feel tears spill on to your cheeks as you stomp over to the door, your voice angry and breaking.
“LEAVE ME ALONE TARON!” You pull open the door and see Tom stood there. His eyes sad and full of concern. A bottle of liquor in his hand.
“Can I come in?” You nod your head, shocked and step to the side, swiping at the tears on your face as you close the door. You follow him into the living room, he sighs and turns to look at you.
“I’m sorry y/n…” For the first time since you’d found out about Taron, your eyes widened as you realised this affected Tom too. You cross your arms over your body.
“I’m sorry too…I guess I’ve been so shocked I’ve not even thought that you’ve been hurt in all of this too!” Tom shakes his head and shrugs off his jacket, placing it over the sofa. He lifts the bottle.
“I thought you could use a drink and someone to talk to…And you have nothing to apologise for.” You grab some glasses and put them on the counter as Tom pours a generous amount in both.
“After I left here, I went home and told her to leave. I told her how I really felt.” He sits on a stool and you sit on the one next to him, your eyes watching him.
“She screamed so loud, started throwing things…Told me she’d already found someone else. I told her I didn’t care and she laughed.” He takes a pull of his drink here and winces slightly. “She sent me texts after you had been to Tarons…Photos of the two of them in bed…I’m so sorry y/n.” His voice is heavy with emotion, his eyes big and sorrowful.
You reach for your glass and knock it back in one go, it burns the back of your throat but you take some comfort in the warm feeling that washes over you. You stand up as Tom watches you and take a deep breath.
“I really don’t want to talk about it. I’d rather…” you lick your lips, your eyes on Tom’s. The man frowns at you but smiles softly.
“You’d rather what? Just say it y/n…I feel this is partly my fault, I want to help in anyway I can.” And then there’s that feeling in your chest again, pulling you towards Tom. A look of surprise on his face as you lean forward and kiss him softly. The two of you are reluctant at first, but soon Tom is pulling you closer to him, his hands gripping your hips. As you move your arms around his neck, moaning into the kiss as you tangle your fingers in his hair.
“Hmmm…Are you sure about this? I…I care about y/n…I…” You press a finger to his lips, your eyes looking into his.
“I love you Tom…The truth is, I did care for Taron, but he’s not you...He never was.” Your voice is a whisper and Tom’s eyes light up, he brings his hands to cup your face and smiles at you softly.
“Really?” You nod your head and close your eyes as he plants a single kiss on your forehead. It’s true, you’re hurting over Taron but Tom, he’d never been far from your heart or your mind. And was there really anything standing in your way now?
You stand on your toes and catch his lips with your own, a thrill running through you as you feel his smile. His hands move down your arms, to the small of your back. Warmth pooling between your legs as you grip the front of his shirt and kiss him deeply. He presses you against the counter, his body flush against yours, trailing kisses down to the hollow of your neck. You whisper his name and squeeze your thighs together, trying to ease the tension there, caught up in each other.
The pair of you pull apart breathless when you hear banging on the door again. Your eyes widen as you hear Taron again, his voice heavier now and slurring.
“Please Y/N, I just want to talk!” You look at Tom, who clenches his jaw, his face flushed. He puts a finger under your chin and gently tilts your head.
“Y/N? What do you want to do?” You can hear Taron sobbing and you feel a tug in your heart. You grip Toms hands in yours, lacing your fingers with his.
“I should talk to him...He’s not going to leave me alone till I do.” Tom’s eyes look suddenly sad, so you reach out and press your hand against his cheek.
“I want to be with you Tom...But despite what Taron has done, he deserves to hear it from me...Otherwise, I’m no better than he is...Besides I need to know why.” He nods his head and kisses you softly again.
“Okay...Call me later?” You nod your head and guide him to the door. Taron stumbles in slightly when you open the door, his eyes scowling as he looks between you and Tom.
“Replaced me already?” A flash of anger goes through you, tears of frustration brimming your eyes. Tom grabs Taron by the front of the shirt, pushing him against the wall his eyes and face filled with anger.
“You’ve got some nerve…” Taron seems to sober up slightly and has the good grace to look sorry. He squeezes his eyes shut as Tom loosens his grip, you with your hand on his arm.
“I’m sorry…” Taron looks at Tom first and then you, the latter looking at the man sternly.
“I don’t want your apology, I don’t really care. But y/n deserved better...Deserves better!” Taron says nothing, only swipes at his eyes and steadys himself against the wall. Tom turns to look at you, his eyes soft and sincere.
“Call me if you need anything?” He looks like he wants to say more, there are unspoken words on the edge of your own tongue but now is not the time or the place. He gives one last look at Taron before walking out of the apartment and leaving the two of you alone.
#Tom Holland x y/n#Tom Holland x Fem!Reader#Taron Egerton AU#Taron Egerton x y/n#Tom Holland fanfiction#Tom Holland fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#5th August 2021
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Saturday night's the night I like
Pairings: Ben Hardy x fem!reader, Taron Egerton x reader (platonic)
Summary: Ben gets a little jealous. 2k words.
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You had worked with Taron before on Kingsman and had become quite good friends. You hadn’t seen him in a while because you were both off working on different projects, him on Rocketman and you on Bohemian Rhapsody. That is, of course, where you met Ben and hit it off near immediately; and though normally you avoided dating coworkers, Ben and you made it only a month and a half into production before you ended up in each other’s arms and have been inseparable since. It was good though, it wasn’t weird and the rest of the cast was very supportive, a little too much in fact. They were more than pleased when you shyly announced your coupling and you heard more than a few grumbles of finally or about time. Since then it had been a whirlwind of filming, press tours, premieres, and award shows. Your new little group becoming like a family as you spent so much time together, but you still kept in touch with Taron especially when he called you to excitedly gush about working with Elton again.
Now you were hurriedly slipping on your heels as Ben stood in the door frame of your bedroom, he is teasing you that the event you are getting ready for will be over by the time you finish. When you look up he is smiling at you, the event doesn’t start for another hour so you shoot him a mocking glare. Nevertheless, you grab your bag and stand moving to scurry past him, but he stalls you once you reach him with a hand of each side of your waist. He hums as he looks into your eyes, lowering his face to press his lips against yours. As he does so he slides his arms further around you and pulls your body flush against his. You break apart soon enough and you sigh resting your arms around his neck, but when he leans back in you pull your face away.
“I thought we were going to be so late, hmm?” You question him and he only groans in response dropping his head into the crook of your neck.
“Let’s just stay here, sod the whole thing, have I told you how good you look?” He says against your neck, placing a kiss on your collar.
“Yes, a few times.” He is still kissing your neck and showing zero signs of stopping, not that you necessarily want him too, but you take his face in your hands and bring him up to meet your gaze. You press another kiss against his lips, “we’ll finish this later, promise.” He grins at you and with one more stolen peck he agrees, breaking from you to reach for your coat.
By the time you get to the event it has nearly began, throughout the car ride you have been texting away with Taron and chattering on with Ben. You know Taron is going to be there and are excited both to see him and to introduce Ben, you have a hefty feeling that they will get along splendidly. The actual event itself doesn’t last very long, a quick ceremony for some production company, the real meat of the evening was in the after party. It takes over the top two floors of a luxurious penthouse with a flowing bar and spacious dance floor. Ben has brought you a drink and the two of you mill about speaking to some attendees about Bohemian Rhapsody. It’s very crowded so when you first feel a hand against your back you assume it is just someone trying to pass by.
“Well look who decided to turn up,” the familiar voice causes you to swivel around to find Taron behind you with a large grin on his face. You cheer, throwing your arms around him and he crushes you in a hug, “there she is!” You laugh and pull away, clapping a hand onto his shoulder and looking at him.
“Look at you mate! Looking fancy in your sharp suit,” he bats a hand at you and dramatically dips his head.
“Oh stop it,” he says in a put on voice but laughs along with you.
“Though I was expecting the Elton kit, where’s all the feathers and jewels?” He teases you back, telling you it’s at the dry-cleaners. He adds on that you look beautiful as well and you thank him before turning slightly back to where Ben is stood watching the exchange. You grab his hand tugging him forward slightly and turn back to Taron with a large smile as you introduce the two.
“Taron, this is Ben,” you say gesturing between them, “Ben, Taron.” They reach out to shake hands, each giving a hello. They had both heard about the other from you, you had told Ben all about working with Taron and had told Taron about your new movie and relationship. You quickly jump back into the conversation to catch up on everything that has happened since you’ve last seen each other. The banter flows as usual, even Ben is involved as you joke around about all the shenanigans that were had by the BoRhap cast. You feel like things are going really well, which fills your heart, you are also a few drinks in which means your bladder is filled as well. You excuse yourself to go to the restroom, but when you come back you find that the conversation has stalled, Ben has his phone out and Taron looks away from him out over the crowd, you can’t help but pout a little as you return. Taron catches your eye and leans in to speak over the loud music they have started to play.
“I’ve got to see go see someone I’ll catch you later, yeah?” You nod and he throws Ben a cheers mate as he leaves to move through the crowd. You turn back to Ben still frowning a bit as he puts away his phone, but carry on with your night.
It has been about an hour since and the two of you find yourselves nearing the edge of the bar, with you swaying lightly to the music and Ben chuckling at you. You spot Taron nearby and call out to him, he smiles and makes his way over, you don’t miss how Ben’s expression falls slightly. The three of you resume the conversation you had been having earlier, however Ben is a bit quieter. When a familiar song starts over the speakers you squeal and jump a bit, both Taron and you launching into the first verse of Saturday Night’s Alright For Fighting.
“Come on!” He tugs you with him out onto the dance floor, you call out a hurried be right back! to Ben as you weave through to the middle of the crowd. The two of you jump and dance around like a pair of fools, belting the lyrics at the top of your lungs, several people around you joining in on the mirth. You stay out there for quite a few songs laughing and egging each other on, you’re also a little out of breath so you motion to Taron.
“I’m gonna go grab Ben, see if he wants to dance.” He gives you a thumbs up and continues to do some horrible dance move from the ‘80s. Weaving back through the crowd you spot Ben closer to the edge of the dance floor, but as you approach you notice he looks a bit sullen. He still smiles when he sees you but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You grab his hand and pull him to you, “come dance with me.” His eyes move past you for a moment then drop to the ground and he shakes his head a little.
“Nah, you look like you’re already having a good time.” There isn’t any malice in his voice but you can tell he is upset.
“What’s wrong?” You question him but he isn’t budging so you grab him and pull him off onto a terrace. The music isn’t as loud here and it’s mostly empty due to the frigid temperature. “Ben?” He looks up and his cheeks have gone a bit red, which normally happens when he is worked up about something.
“It’s just- I don’t-” he huffs and you raise your eyebrows at him, waiting for some sort of explanation. “I just didn’t expect you to get on so well with him.” He mumbles it so you don’t even register at first what he has said.
“With Taron? Well, yeah, we are good friends, I’ve told you this Ben.” He is shaking his head a little more.
“I know, but I didn’t think you’d be so close with him and kinda...touchy?” Even as he says it he knows it is just his own insecurity and hates that you look a little disappointed.
“That’s because we haven’t seen each other in such a long time.” You can’t help but sound defensive, Taron is your friend and you aren’t going to hide that. Ben is already scrambling to correct himself.
“I know I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that,” he puts his hands on the sides of your arms and looks down at you, “I just got a little in my head because it reminded me of us before we got together.” You sigh and place your hands on either side of his face.
“You know I love you,” he interrupts you with a quick kiss and an I know, “I don’t want you to feel upset or left out. Taron’s my mate but you are my love, okay? I do miss Taron and was excited to see him tonight but I also was really excited for you two to meet because you are important to me and I want all my friends to love you too.” You give a slight shrug and your hands drop to Ben’s neck, pulling his forehead to yours. “I was hoping you’d get along, you like the same football team.” You added as an afterthought and Ben chuckles leaning down into a kiss before returning his forehead to press against yours.
“Thank you, I love you too.” It’s whispered, his eyes are closed and he feels his anxiety drain from his body.
As the wind picks up and the sweat you had worked up from dancing vanishes you were reminded of the chilly weather and the warm party just a few feet from you. Ben notices the chill that passed through you and pulls you into him wrapping his arms around you and rubbing his hands over your sides.
“We should head back in before you freeze.” He suggests and you hum into his warm embrace.
“Will you dance with me if we go back in?” You ask and he smiles kissing the top of your head.
“Course.”
Back on the busy dance floor the two of you find Taron who whoops at your return, you sling an arm around Ben’s neck as you return to jumping along with the music. You end up dancing for nearly the rest of the night both with Ben and Taron, the two even shared a dance when Sugarhill Gang’s Apache played over the speakers. As the night ended and you made your way out you were more than delighted to find the boys in an animated conversation and you parted with plans to get together for a karaoke night soon. Waving goodbye to Taron you wrapped your arm around Ben’s and rested your head on his shoulder as you walked back to the waiting car. You couldn’t help but smile deeply as Ben looked down at you and brought his lips to yours. When he draws back he smirks suggestively but his voice is soft.
“Didn’t we leave something unfinished at home?”
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AN: Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think.
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hiiii! can i please get a Tom x Fem!Reader imagine where he and reader have started dating and Tom’s brothers are weary of her because they’re protective etc incase people use Tom but they don’t know she has an actor brother who she helps with his career? Like maybe Taron Egerton or someone idk.. and they overhear her on a phone call to a film crew and they think she’s interfering in Tom’s career but she’s actually on the phone helping her brother? And just angst but end in fluff always ✨ tysm
requests are open (hope u like this)
wc: 1.1k
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“You know they love you.” Tom says to you softly, quietly. The two of you are seated on a loveseat quite closely. You’re practically on his lap while his hand remains on the outer side of your thigh. You were with his brothers for the night, the “boys” if you will. They were in another room getting something, leaving you and Tom alone.
“Tough love, then.” You huff, looking in another direction. Tom frowns; he knows they’ve been just a bit cold towards you, sometimes even a bit hostile. Tom warned you things might be difficult, especially considering what happened last time when he brought a girl over.
“It’ll just take time.” He tries to assure you, hand rubbing up and down your thigh while he gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek. You nod, smiling a tight-lipped one as you attempted to remain cheerful for him. You knew the boys were very protective, especially about who they let into their tight circle. “Thank you for doing this.”
You smile a genuine one now, looking at him and giving him a soft kiss, short but passionate. “Anything for you.” You hug him closer and the boys come back into the room. They’ve almost been hesitant the entire night, but you’re all due for a day outside in the shops tomorrow, and Tom promised it would give you all time to warm up.
“Right then,” Tom smiled, eyes crinkling from the smirk. “Let’s finish this game of Clue.”
**
You’re holding Tom’s hand while you go from shop to shop. There’s no actual street separating the stores across from each other, so you’re free to walk wherever you please. Harry has a camera around his neck, Sam walking with a water bottle in one hand and Elysia’s hand in the other. Harrison is pointing out every stupid detail that could possible link back to the next season of Stranger Things. They’d been hung up on the last season’s ending, impatiently waiting for new episodes to arise. Tuwaine is feeding him on, gossiping about new theories. You’re laughing at them, adding onto the conversation as much as you can.
They’re not as reserved, today. Maybe it’s the sunshine of London, or maybe they’re just a bit overprotective when anything related to work pops up into the conversation or the mind. You don’t want to think much of it, though, because you’re still getting somewhere, and any progress is progress for everyone.
You’re stopped outside of a shop while Sam and Elysia are inside browsing the shelves. You’re all standing around the entrance waiting for them to return, but your phone rings rather loudly and consistently, so you excuse yourself to take the call, walking a way for some privacy.
“Hey, Tar.” You speak into the mobile device. “What’s up?”
Though you’re barely five minutes into the call, you can tell it’s going to be an important one — one that regards the script of your brother’s upcoming film. Sam and Elysia finally emerge from the shop while you're still on the call, and though they can only hear one end of the conversation, they urge to listen in. Tom had gone to get pretzels with Tuwaine from a small bakery, leaving the boys to wait for each of you to come back.
You’re still talking on the phone, though, and they’re listening to you frantically talking to your brother, though they don’t know it’s your brother on the other end.
“No, you should replace that second fade-in scene with the rough draft Jon wrote last week — yes the one from the producer’s room. The… yeah the cherry one too.”
After hearing what could’ve been you talking about Tom’s work, Harrison runs to get Tom before you can return.
“What’s up?” Tom’s licking his fingers from the cinnamon of a pretzel.
“Y/N…. she’s messing with your work.”
“What?” His brows furrow as he tries to understand what they’re saying.
“Yeah. She’s changing things about Cherry and something with Jon Watts-”
“And you know this because?”
Harry blushes. “We eavesdropped on her phone call.”
Tom raises a stern brow. “You know that’s not polite.”
“But she’s not even an actress or anything! What if she’s sabotaging your work?”
Tom tries not to laugh too hard. “You sound like someone from a Disney Channel show.”
“You can’t deny it’s a little fishy.” Harrison’s buff arms cross over chest and Tom sighs just as you’re about to come back.
“Just be careful with her.” Sam whispers as you arrive.
“What’re we doing now?”
Nobody manages to answer you, and you can tell the dynamic has shifted slightly. Tom had gone back to the pretzel shop for Tuwaine, and you’re left alone with the rest of the group.
“Are you meddling with Tom’s work?” Harrison manages to to get out after a few awkwardly silent moments.
“What?”
“We heard you on the phone.” Sam elaborates.
“I worked on Cherry with Tom, y’know.” He moves his camera slightly and you can see his demeanor grow defensive.
“Yeah… and?” You’re trying your best to understand, but there seems to be a gap for the misunderstanding.
“I think you should tell Tom what you’re doing to his work?”
“What’s going on?” Tom disrupts the circle that had once surrounded you, with questions and with people.
“Y/N has something to confess.”
Tom looks from Harry to you, wearily, curious as to where this is going.
“Yeah…” You trail off, thinking. “Your brothers have been listening to my conversations.”
“Within reason!” Harrison is quick to jump to the defense. “You’re a bit fishy.”
“I’m fishy for helping my brother?”
“You were talking to your brother about Tom’s upcoming movie?” Harry’s fast in deciphering your words. You’re stunned, face showing pure bewilderment.
“My brother happens to be Taron Egerton; we have this ongoing joke about fruits and scenes for scripts. Cherry is what we say for…. For the number two.”
“Oh.”
Tom rolls his eyes as the group realizes their mistakes. They’re looking down at their feet while Tom comes to your side, hand on the small of your back.
“Don’t you have something to say to my dear Y/N?”
Tom’s rubbing it in slightly, and it makes you laugh.
“We’re really sorry. It was rude and impolite and… yeah.” The rest of them say other things along those lines, and you nod in forgiveness.
“It’s alright. Tom told me you all were… protective or… of the sorts.” They laugh dryly at your twist of words, and you return it with a smile. “We cool, though?”
“God yes.” Harry exhales with relief. “As long as you are.”
“Good.” Tom smiles, eyes still reading as the ‘stern older brother.’ “No more of that nonsense.”
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I’m currently holding onto an ask abt a “you are in love” pt.2 I’m thinking of makings it like a small blurb, but if you enjoyed the first one wait for it and if you have any ideas let me know.
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“May I present Will Tillman,” Little John spoke, tilting his head at Robin who clenched his fist. “And Y/N L/N.”
Robin stood as the two of you slowly walked, your eyes immediately going from him to Will who held your arm tightly. You both hadn’t made it official yet, if it was even going to happen with Robin back. If there was one thing you knew about your once dead husband, it was that he was definitely not a sharer.
You smiled at Little John and followed Will who slowly walked toward Robin to thank him for inviting him to the ball that he was holding that night. The newly instated Lord Robin of Loxley must have had a reason to invite you both.
“Lord Robin,” Will spoke, but his attention was fully on you and that pretty maroon dress. He always loved that color on you. “Thank you for inviting me tonight, Lord Loxley. Truly.”
“I’m just glad you could come, Will,” Robin looked away from you for only a moment before smiling. “Both of you.”
Will hummed as he squeezed your hand in his, pulling you closer as you fixed your dress. “I appreciate you thinking of people other than the rich, Lord Loxley.”
Oh, the way you said his name. A name that had once been yours, Lady Y/N of Loxley.
“I would never think of the rich more than-”
“Well,” Will pulled you closer, tilting his head. “We’ll be off now. Don’t get too caught up in everything and have fun.”
Robin faltered as you walked off with Will, Little John quickly walking over. “She acted as though nothing happened.”
Little John hummed softly, crossing his arms. “You did die. Technically. She thought you were dead for years.”
Robin nods slightly, swallowing as he stares at you. He was going to make sure you weren’t left alone all night, because if he was with you, he would never leave you the entire night. Obviously, unlike Will who was talking to some rich ladies. You were nowhere to be found, no matter how long he was following you around, but of course – you were at your favorite place, the balcony.
“Beautiful night, isn’t it?”
You jumped, giggling slightly before clearing your throat. “Oh. Robin.”
“Are you uhm…” he walked over, inhaling. “Are you not enjoying yourself?”
You hummed as you fixed your dress, Robin walking to stand next to you on the balcony. “You know I never liked parties.”
He smiled slightly, nodding. “Yes, I know… you always came here to get away from them.”
The stars were beautiful tonight, just like he said, but not as beautiful as you. He doesn’t look away from you, your face illuminated by the moonlight and the stars sparkling in your eyes. “What do you want, Robin?”
He stared at you, smiling. “What I’ve always wanted. The same thing I’ve wanted my entire life.”
He watched your chest puff up as you inhaled, shaking your head. “Robin, I thought you were dead. I can’t lose you again.”
“You won’t,” he said quickly, going in front of you as he held your hips and bumped his nose to yours. “You will never lose me again.”
“I-I don’t… I can’t do this, Will is courting me-“
“Does Will make you feel like I do?” Robin’s voice is low and hoarse, guiding you to the part of the balcony that connects to the side of the manor, his hands bunching up your dress. “Tell me no and I’ll stop right now, but don’t lie to me and say he makes you feel as good as I do.”
You let out a breathy moan, your arms wrapping around his neck as his lips ghost your neck, barely brushing against your skin but still leaving a trail of heat. Your noises made him smile, soft stuttering breaths and low breathy moans, his fingers swiping over your clit as his mouth moved from your neck to your cheeks.
His face was slightly scratchy from the light stubble, but you always loved it against your skin as he pressed kisses to every inch of your face. “I never want another woman but you, my darling girl. Never in my entire life, I love you so much and I’ll be damned if I let you stay with a man who doesn’t love you as much as I do.”
His other hand starts to undo the front ties of your dress, pulling down the fabric as his hands fondle and massaging your tits, flicking his thumb over your nipple as his other hand under your skirt does the same against your clit. Robin’s mouth immediately moved to yours, his tongue grazing yours as your hands clutch at his extremely expensive coat.
You groaned loudly into his mouth, one of your hands moving to the back of his head to pull him closer and your hips moving into his hand. His fingers were rolling into you, slowly flexing as he teased you. You knew his antics like the back of your hand, especially when he wanted to tease you. His fingers never moved to their full strength nor access, never straightening or curling fully which might’ve been uncomfortable in other instances, he made it feel absolutely amazing. His thumb rubbing against your clit was quick and rough, something you loved as he moved his hand away from your tits for just a minute, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist as he lifted your dress up more.
Your pretty panties were discarded by now, his hand moving away from your wet cunt, the thought of looking at your perfectly sweet and messy cunt making his mind blur. That wasn’t the point right now though, he wanted to fuck you, he wanted to make you feel so good that you didn’t even care about Will anymore.
“R-Robin,” you whimpered, the bulge covered with rough fabric grazing your wet cunt as he groaned into your neck. “N-Need you. Need you so bad.”
“Oh, do you?” He chuckled lightly, rutting his hips forward to drag the bulge of his cock torturously slow against your pussy. “Do you think of me when he fucks you? Hm? Pretend it was me?”
You let out a loud groan, the bulge of his cock spreading your wetness as his fingers pulled out of you and rubbed against your puffy clit. His words made your mind blur and your stomach tighten, cumming on his pants, of course you imagined him fucking you instead of Will. Will didn’t know how to make you feel good, not like Robin who knew your body like the back of his hand.
Robin’s hips move rougher, rutting against your cunt as though he was already inside of you, but he was just teasing you. “Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it, my pretty girl.”
“Fuck me,” your voice was soft, mind hazy as your hips softly roll into his. “I want you to fuck me.”
Robin wasted no time lifting your legs a bit higher on his waist, keeping you up against the wall with his hips before undoing his pants and pulling out his hard cock. His tip was already flushed and his length slapped against his lower abdomen, a groan falling from his perfect mouth as he continued to pump himself before slowly pushing into you.
“R-Robin!” You yelled out, choking softly as he rammed into you all the way until his pelvis slammed into yours. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder, his hands keeping you away from the wall enough that you won’t hit the wall too much. A groan falls from your mouth, hands shaking as you hold the back of his head and pull him in closer. “O-Oh my-!”
He groaned into your mouth as he pressed an open mouthed kiss to your lips. “Yes darling, moan for me. Let everyone know I’m making you feel good.”
Oh, his words were always so perfect. He knew how to tease you and make you feel good with both his words and his actions, and you loved it.
“S-So good Robin, you make me feel so good,” you whisper, head tilting back as he moves his lips down to your neck.
His thrusts got rougher and more sloppy, groans falling from his lips before he buried himself balls deep in your perfect cunt, your walls fluttering and clamping around his length pushing him over the edge. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, cumming soon afterwards around his cock as he bumped his nose to your own. “I love you so much, my darling girl. So so much.”
“I love you too, Rob,” you whisper back, nuzzling your nose to his soon afterwards. “Don’t want to lose you again.”
“You won’t. Ever.”
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[mentions of drugs + hook ups ]
— early years (the good)🌷
jimmy keene , who you’ve known since you were both in diapers + played together in his parents living room floor
jimmy keene , who would bring you little wild flowers out of the ground that first bloomed in the spring
jimmy keene , who was your first real friend in elementary school , and always made sure you sat next to him in the cafeteria because “other girls had cooties , but not y/n”
jimmy keene , who gave you lunch money for ice cream because you lost yours in your moms car
jimmy keene , who ran to your home-made box first to put valentines cards inside that he stayed up all night making for you
jimmy keene , who saw you crying on the playground because you fell in the mulch , and dusted your knees off and said “its okay , it’s just a little scratch , let’s go play on the swings ! “
jimmy keene , the only boy your parents allowed to stay the night for a sleepover , all because your mothers worked together
jimmy keene , the first person who ever really mattered to you..
— the awakening senses of two teenagers (the bad)🫀
jimmy keene , who was always dotted on by teachers for “being a cops kid” . not a day went by where he wasn’t talked about .
jimmy keene , who had 3 out of 6 classes with you , and still always made sure you sat beside him . people always thought you guys were thicker than thieves .
jimmy keene , who never understood the English homework that was given , so he always came over to get help with studying , and admired you for being so in touch with English literature
jimmy keene , who was always getting you both in trouble for talking in class , which lead to the first time you ever had detention .. your father wasn’t too pleased with that one.
jimmy keene , who came over when his parents divorced , and cried because he thought he would never see his father again. He was never the same when Big Jim Keene moved out . he had lost his first best friend
jimmy keene , who got on the football team , which caused you to jump with joy as he was finally achieving what he dreamed of .
jimmy keene , who made your heart beat out of your chest when he was near you . he made you feel those butterflies in your stomach , but who were you kidding , you guys were just friends .
jimmy keene , who got into an argument with you after you found out he was selling pot . you told him that it wasn’t a good idea . he told you to stop acting like you were his mother .
jimmy keene , who asked you out on the football field after a big win — there was no doubt you said yes , everyone knew jimmy + y/n , the biggest couple of Kankakee Highschool
jimmy keene , the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with ..
— you were supposed to be in love , right ? (The chosen) 🚬
jimmy keene , who was with you all throughout college . he got his scholarships through sports , and got another degree elsewhere . you on the other hand , were a law major . being a federal agent was a dream to you
jimmy keene , who was still invested in the drug business after almost 8 years of college . you dared not to say a word , you’ve been together since highschool , why would you ever question the man you hoped to become your husband ?
jimmy keene , who owned a couple of homes . some vacation lot and the Kankakee house , in which you both lived . he loved it , it was the dream spot for him , for you it was an unseen look into the future .
jimmy keene , who started to bring home weapons . and put you into a spiral . “james you can not just bring an AK into our home , what if you get caught?” , “why are you so worried ? it’s not like I’m gonna use it— quit complaining .”
jimmy keene , who would come home at late hours of the night , and even wee hours of the morning. 12:47 am , 2:04 am , 5:58 am ? what was he doing coming home this late ?
jimmy keene , who bought you an expensive dress from Versace the night he asked you to be his wife . it was like all of your worries had washed away . It was the 90s after all , 1993 to be exact . anything could distract anyone.
jimmy keene , who was excited that you started off in your career , you didn’t tell him you were working for the bureau , you told him you were working in journalism . and nothing could beat his excitement for you , future Mrs. Keene
jimmy keene , who ran around the room in a panic . a sheet wrapped around his slim waist when you came home the next morning to a woman in your bed , lines of cocaine on your dresser , and both parties in the nude . he was your fiancé ? how could he do this to you , he loved you … right?
jimmy keene , who broke down and cried that night in the living room floor as the house was quiet . you had packed your stuff and left , you drove so far you didn’t even realize you were in Missouri . but you also realized , this was the start of your new life . he kept the engagement ring tucked in a coat pocket , in case you ever came back to him .
jimmy keene , who still hadn’t got over you in three years . he made sure he found you in every woman he slept with , just to give his heart a rest . Until his home was raided in 1996 . he knew this was the end , he’d never get a chance to salvage that relationship with you ever again . he finally realized that it was over
or was it …
the last thing you expected to fall onto your desk was a file . Larry Hall was a well known suspect you had , but when you got a file from Beaumont , it was the one thing you knew would happen .
You opened the file and was met with the familiar face that you once fell in love with … Jimmy Keene .
It was risky , you knew the whole plan was , but the plane ride from Missouri back to Chicago was something that had your heart racing .
—
Two days later , you had stepped foot into the penitentiary , the decision was still being made at who would go in undercover. the sound of your heels hitting the concrete linoleum floor sounded louder in the dimly lit hallway.
When you opened the door, you sat down in the chair opposite of the one in front of you, which was later filled by the man himself , Jimmy Keene .
Giving him a small smile , you placed the file on the table and watched as his face contorted. Was it fear ? Was it excitement ? Or was it betrayal .
“Let’s begin , shall we ? … Mr . Keene “
THE GOOD , THE BAD , AND THE CHOSEN — jan . 26 , 2024
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Ich habe 3.324 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet
Das sind 167 more posts als 2021!
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Hey, I have a prompt request. Can you write romantic Prompt #16 and #17 with Taron Egerton partnered with a female actress?
A/N: Sorry for the wait. Enjoy, tulip!
Truth or Dare
Warning: friends to lovers, alchol, drunk shenanigans, idiots in love, it get's spicy at the end
Pairing: Taron Egerton x fem!reader
16. A: Truth or dare? B: truth A: do you want to kiss me? B: dare! A: I dare you to kiss me. B: never have I ever- A: ThaT’s NoT ThE game
17. *blushing* Shut up! I hate you.
Game nights at Taron house were always a blast. Most of the time you were a group of friends. Today it was only him and you.
You ate snacks and junk food till your stomachs hurt. Alcohol was involved too.
You were lying on the carped under the coffee table, laughing your ass off. “And I was like, Rich we aren’t spicy enough. Let’s do French. And he shrugged and rolled with it. I miss Rich. Wondering what he is doing?” You laughed harder and only could wheeze out your answer. The only think Taron understood was filming, Marvel and Eternals.
He looked down at you and raised a brow, “I thought you weren’t allowed to talk about projects?”
You sat up and pointed at him drunkenly, “Well first, I only stated what was already known. And second, I am not like Tom Holland and Mark Ruffalo. I can keep my spoilers for me. I am good at keeping secrets, good sir. How dare you accuse me of such felony.”
You really tried to stay stern but the alcohol in your system made it hard to focus. You started to giggle which made Taron giggle. It ended with you clutching your stomach and Taron falling down onto you from the couch. After the short shock you started to hysterically giggle.
Taron was taking deep breaths, trying to regain his breath. “Okay. I have an idea.” You were intrigued and cocked your head to the side. “Truth or dare!” As a sober person you would have groaned. You weren’t sober, “I wanna start!” Taron nodded, “Okay. Truth or Dare?” You pondered for a bit. Your drunken mind slowly made the decision you will regret in the morning, “Dare.” Taron smirked, “Call someone and tell them you miss them.” Immediately you fished out your phone and dialled the number of your victim.
Your phone was on speakers and Taron could hear a tired rasped of an annoyed ‘Yes?’. You smiled giddily, “Joey? I miss you soooooooo much!” A tired groan could be heard from the other end, “You know how late it is, do you? You menace.” You pouted, “’m sorry Joe. I just miss you. And I am drunk. Time and space are wibbly wobbly, timy wimy stuff.” Joe groaned again, “I’m gonna call Ben to kill you the next time he sees you. He loves me more than you, anyway.” You pouted more, “You are mean Joseph Mazzello. I’m gonna tell Roger.” Joe snorted, “Tell him I said hi. And now go to sleep and call me when you are sober. Better, let’s facetime. So I can see your ugly face.” You smiled brightly, fully ignoring your friend’s insult, “Bye, Joey. Have sweet dreams of dinosaurs.” He groaned and grumbled good night. “Well now what are you gonna choose, T?” He shrugged, “Dare.”
It went back and forth. Taron at to chuck the last bit of vodka that was in the bottle. You had to do a body shot of tequila off of Taron’s body. Taron told you his favourite memory of you two, you had to tell him what you liked in bed. After a few rounds it was your turn. Taron lulled out the obvious question, “Truth or dare?” You gulped down the last of your beer and turned to your best friend, “Truth”
Taron had a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Do you want to kiss me?” You squinted at him, “Dare.” His smirk widened, “I dare you to kiss me!”
Heat rushed into your cheeks. You wanted to change the subject. Your brain on the other hand was a little muddled and slow, “Never have I ever-“ Taron huffed loudly. Annoyed that you would change the game completely, “That’s not the game!”
Before you could react you felt warm, soft lips on yours. Your brain was too far gone to spring into action so your muscle memory sprang into action. With favour, maybe even drunken favour you kissed him back.
The longer you kissed the more heated it got. The only thing you could remember was that Taron stubbed his toe at his coffee table and you crashed into the wall next to the bedroom door. After you landed in bed, everything blurred.
Next morning you woke up with the feeling of being watched. You closed your eyes again and snuggled further into the warm pillow. The warm pillow vibrated. Your eyes shot open and you sat up straight. Taron looked at you with a raised eyebrow, “You know, you are cute in your sleep. Did you know that you make cute noises in your sleep? And I thought the noises you made last night were my favourite.” Your neck and face grew hotter by the minute, “Shut up!” You turned away from him and pull the blanket over your head.
You felt hands snake around your torso, “So does this mean you like me?” You groaned out of embarrassment and because you were a little hungover. “I hate you.” Taron chuckled. “Well, there is my answer. Want some pancakes?” He smirked as he heard you grumble a small ‘yes’.
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177 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 14. Februar 2022
#4
can I get a poe dameron fic please!! I have an idea where the reader works in intelligence on the resistance base and works on comms. poe gets trapped somewhere, and she talks to him to find his way out and saves him. THEN there’s a victory celebration at the resistance base, and poe asks to dance with her, the girl he’s had a crush on from a distance, and then he recognizes her voice and realizes she’s the one who saved his life
A/N: hope you like this. I missed writing for our hot shot pilot.
Lifeline
Pairing: Poe Dameron x fem!reader
Warning: angst, fluff
Slow days were a mystery in the resistance. No one had experienced such a day in forever. But today was everyone’s lucky day, or so they thought.
The alarm went off and everyone sprang into action. The pilots made their last repairs before shoving their tool in their toolboxes and kicking them away. The helm and communication center opened the coded channels for every squadron to communicate and receive orders.
Everyone in communication got a team assigned to them. Yours was the black squadron with their infamous leader, Poe Dameron. Or like your friends liked to call him, your walking daydream. But there was no time for daydreaming. You had to focus all of your attention so Dameron and his crew came home safely.
There was a slight crackle at the and of your com till the deep, soothing voice of no other than the Black Leader himself. “Com station this is Black Leader we are ready to jump.” You smiled as you heard his excitement through his voice. “This is com station. Black squadron is clear to make the jump.” Poe thanked you before pushing the last buttons.
It was more or less radio silent between you and the pilots. Till Poe requested a private channel. You opened it with furrowed brows, “Everything okay, Black Leader?” Poe huffed, “No, there are too many fighters. We are ready to retreat. More like my squadron is. I have a target on my back.” Instantly you began to type in his location and searched for possible routes to escape. “Tell your team to retreat and come back to base. I send you coordinates to your next jump. Follow my plan and your ship will be the only thing with scratches on it.” Poe huffed out a laugh. “You are the best. I hope I can thank you later in person.” Heat rushed to your face and you smiled shyly, “Get home safely. Then you can thank me.”
Poe followed every step of the plan and as you said, he came home without a scratch. Not even his ship had any tents. His team ran over as he stepped down the latter. He was embraced in a tight hug.
There was a celebration afterwards. Everyone drank and danced. Laughter was heard through the whole base. With a drink in his hand and his droid by his side he searched for the voice of hope during his hopeless mission. Finn ran after him and stopped him as he waded through the mass of dancing people, “Hey, why that determined face.” BB-8 ratted out his friend. Finn smirked and shook his head in understanding. Poe only rolled his eyes at both his friends. “So you are searching for your lifeline?” Poe’s cheeks turned a hue of pink. “But you don’t know how they look. Just how they sound.” Poe shrugged, “I know. It was a bad idea.”
The pilot turned and looked at the people around the makeshift dancefloor. He found you in your group of friends laughing and drinking. Out of no where Rey stood next to him and Finn, “Talk to her. She is really nice.” Poe tsked and wanted to walk away. “Just go to her and ask her to dance with you. Finn and I can’t stand you looking at her and imagining the rest of your life with her. And don’t get me started on the bet between your squadron.” Poe huffed and rolled his eyes before he stomped away from his friends. Rey held up her hand and Finn high fived her.
You laughed hard as on of your friends told you about her day down at the med bay. Your stomach hurt from how hard you were laughing. You felt a tap on your shoulder. You whirled around and came face to face with your crush. You heard your friends whistle lowly before they slowly walked away from the two of you. Poe scratched his neck. His posture told you he was extremely nervous. He cleared his throat, “Hey, I wanted to ask. Do you like- no. Do you wanna dance with me?” He held out his shaking hand. You nodded and took it. Poe let out a breath.
He led you to the middle of the dance floor. During the time where he asked you to dance the pace of the music changed. It became slow and romantic. Poe pulled your body to his. “I hope that’s o-okay?” You smiled before nodding. You hummed softly to the music. Poe heart speed up as he heard the soft tunes escaping your perfect lips. “Do you have any plans tomorrow? After your shift. Wherever you may be working.” You grinned as he nervously rambled. “No, nothing. I work in the communication center. Directing squadrons. Today-“ “You!” You were interrupted by him. “You were the one who saved me today! I was looking for you. Thank the maker I found you.”
Before you could say anything back you felt soft lips on yours. Your eyes went wide and your brain stopped working. Poe felt your lack of movement and stopped. “I-I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncom-“ This time it was your turn to shut him up.
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194 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 16. Juni 2022
#3
Cutting Edge
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x gn!reader
Warning: injury (a small cut), mention of blood, banter, fluff, slight sassy Bucky
You padded into the living room of your house where bucky was currently sitting on the couch. He was watching some nature documentary. “Hey Buck, could you sharpen my florist knife and my garden shears for me? I know you usually don't –“ Bucky looked up and smiled at you. He reached for your gardening tools, “Yeah, give them to me, doll.”
You smiled gratefully at him. As you gave him the tools you leant further down and kissed his shadowed cheek. “Thank you, bear.”
Only half an hour later you were working in your garden again. You weeded, cut, and pruned around your flower beds. You were picking some flowers for the vase on the dinner table when you graced your thumb with the sharp edge of your garden knife. The digit bled a little. Before the wound could get infected you walked inside to the bathroom to get the wound cleaned and proper bandaged.
Bucky walked by and saw the blood splotches in the sink and got concerned. He walked up behind you and saw you cleaning a rather large cut on your thumb. He reached for your wrist and held it in his large hand, “What's up with your thumb?”
You looked over your shoulder and smiled softly, ”Complement to your sharpening skills, they are cutting edge.” Bucky stared at you with a deadpan expression, “You are proud of that pun?” He wasn’t really amused by your giddiness but that didn’t stop you. “Yeah.”
You nodded excitedly at him. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes. “So anyway. The knife is so sharp that I only had to grace the sharp edge over my skin to cut it. Oh, and it cuts through the stems like they are made out of melting butter.” You put your not injured thumb, the pointer, and the middle finger together and did the chefs kiss expression. Bucky only rolled his eyes and kissed your temple, “Glad to hear it. Please be more careful, you moron.” You smiled at his retrieving form, “Well, but I am your moron.” You cut hear Bucky sight and yell back, “Sadly.”
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222 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 10. April 2022
#2
Caged
Pairing: Robb Stark x fem!reader
Warning: period typical misogyny, angst, fluff, talk of death of child
You were shielded away all your life. Always kept behind the wall of the Red Keep. As a child you ran around the gardens exploring it. You could remember you were never bored. But now you grew up. You nearly read all the books available to you. You knew every corner of the palace and garden. Often you tried to escape from the walls of the castle but were stopped by your uncle or Sir Clegane. The later gave you the creeps.
When the news came that you would travel to the North you were ecstatic. Your mother scolded you to calm down. But you couldn’t. Your excitement was crushed when your mother told you that your dear lord father was to marry you to the highest bidder. With this in mind your mood changed drastically. Your cheery mood became sombre.
The day you dreaded the most came and you travelled up into the North. You sat in the carriage with your mother and younger siblings. Joffrey was a prick as always. He tormented you calling you all sort of names. Your mother ignored you both, too focused on her wine.
Often you would ask your uncle Jamie if you could ride on the horse with him. He only smiled and told you it’s not suited for a lady. You nodded and slumped back into your seat.
At the same time Robb trained with his friend Theon and half-brother Jon in the courtyard. He was especially aggressive which wasn’t unnoticed by his companions. As Robb landed yet another hard blow to Jon’s sword the black-haired boy stumbled back. He threw up his arms, still holding his sword, “What is wrong with you today?” The young wolf huffed, a dark look on his face, “Father told me something he kept from me my whole life. Something I should have had the knowledge about. Not only is the king coming what you all know. But also his family. More important, my betrothed. The princess Y/N.”
Both males began to smirk. Theon came over to his friend and clapped him on the shoulder, “Well no more visits to the brothel, my friend. You are as good as a married man.”
Jon shook his head, “So you are to marry the oldest daughter of the king while Sansa is to become the Queen of Westeros?” Robb nodded. Jon took his brothers sword and shook him out of his thoughts, “Let’s get cleaned up, or lady Caitlyn will have our heads.” Robb grinned at the imagine of his mother scolding them as if they were children.
The next morning the whole court of Winterfell was in uproar. The King and his family where sighted not far from here. Maids were running around. The stable boys cleaned the stables a third time. Robb walked into the Great Hall and was greeted by his mother ordering people around. He stepped next to her and kissed her cheek, “Good morning, mother. I see you are doing the last preparations for tonight’s feast.” Caitlyn sighted, “Everything has to be perfect. We don’t want to make a bad expression. Specifically for your bride. She has to know she is welcomed hear in this court.”
The young wolf nodded. “Mother, why does no one know about her and why did father only tell me today about our betrothal?” His mother looked at him with loving eyes, “She was kept hidden for the reason that she wouldn’t become a pawn in a cruel play. It was always intended that if House Stark and House Baratheon had male and female offspring around the same age they were to be married. After the crown prince, your betrothed twin, died tragically the king decided to keep her a secret. Telling everyone she died with her brother. She would have been a target for a lot of houses if she was the oldest daughter and the only heir. Thank the gods for prince Joffrey. Now change into your festive garb and tell your father’s bastard to stay away.” Robb nodded before leaving to do as he was asked.
The carriage came to a stop. You sighted and looked out. People were standing there waiting for you to exit your carriage. As the door opened you wanted to stand up before being pushed back by the little brat of your brother. “Future king before anyone else.” You only rolled your eyes.
All eyes were on you as you entered the yard. Whispers could be heard. You felt uncomfortable as every gaze was on you. Your fathers boisterous laugh brought you out of your paranoia. He waved you over, “And this is my beautiful daughter, Y/N. She is my most prized possession.” You looked at lord Stark and smiled shyly before fixing your gaze downwards to your feet. Your father went on to inspect Winterfell with lord Stark.
A woman in your mothers age stepped forward and bowed before you, “My name is lady Caitlyn Stark. And these are my children.” She introduced them to you one by one before pointing to a man with auburn locks. He had a soft smile on his lips and kind blue eyes, “And this is my eldest, Robb. Your betrothed.” Your eyes went back to the ground. Your cheeks became warm. There was an unusual feeling in the pit of your stomach.
After your father declared that he wanted to feast, lord Stark moved you and your family to his great hall were the feast was prepared. You were seated next to Robb. No conversation flew between the pair of you. But no one really cared.
Robb had enough of the silence. He wanted to know you before he married you. “What do you do over the day, my lady?” Your shocked eyes met his curious once. You could get lost in those you thought. You snapped out of your trance and told him about yourself. He smiled at you and laughed when you told something funny. “Now I have spoken a lot about myself, what my septa would chide me for. For it’s not proper.” Robb smiled warmly down at you, “I do not share this few with her. I want to know the person I will be married by tomorrow. I asked you to do so. Do not hold yourself back.”
He then told you about himself and what he would do in his free time. You felt the freedom from his stories. Your eyes lost their shine, stopping Robb from talking. “Everything alight?” You smiled sadly, “Maybe I am finally free after I married you, lord. But you have to show me what freedom is, for I have forgotten all about it.” Robb smiled sadly at you. He took your hand in his big one and softly kissed the back of it. “I will help you with your path. Your burden is now my burden too. My freedom shall be your freedom.”
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244 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 25. Mai 2022
Meine #1 des Jahres 2022
You choose him
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x gn!reader
Warning: swearing, Nancy being a hypocrite, Billy not being his usual asshole-y self, fluff
Summary: Nancy doubts the relationship between you and Billy
Nancy looked at you before looking back over the lunch tables of the mess hall and then right back to you. You watched her while eating your lunch. After the fifth time of her sweeping over you and then your boyfriend she sighted, looking disappointed. “What is it, Nance? Spit it out.” Her judging eyes fell onto you. You huffed in annoyance.
She pointed at the table a few meters away where Billy sat with his flies as he called the people around him. “You choose him?” You looked at him before back to your best friend, “Yeah…So?” She huffed out a laugh and shook her shoulders. “You saw the pompous asshole-y one and thought, Ah yes. Perfect! I thought you had standards?”
You rolled your eyes at her before resuming to finish your lunch. “Look I am not proud of it, okay? But he is different with me than in school. I think he is slowly changing.” Nancy gave you a look of disbelieve. You sighted deeply, throwing up your hands and letting them fall on top of your thighs. “You might not see it but I do. And Nance, you are a hypocrite. Before Steve knew what an absolute ass he was, you were dating him.” Your best friend looked down at the table. “If you don’t mind. I would like to finish lunch and after study for the chemist test I have tomorrow. And god knows I need to study.”
After lunch you made your way into the empty science lap where Billy was waiting for you. He looked up from the book as he saw you enter through the door. His usual smirk was replaced with a warm smile he didn’t show of to much. You waved at him shyly before walking over to him. He put his backpack down from the stool so you could sit next to him.
As you unloaded your bag for the study session Billy watched you with his memorizing eyes and a soft smile. “How was your day after math?” You sighted deeply. “Uneventful till lunch. Nancy ripped me a new one for dating you. I told her she dated Steve in his prime asshole time.” Billy smirked, “That’s my girl!” You let your head fall onto your shoulder to look at your boyfriend disapprovingly, “I don’t want to fight with her over such things. I want her to see the Billy that his hidden behind the macho façade. Why are you still hanging out with the flies? You don’t even like them.”
Billy sighted before he nodded. “I don’t know, sweets. Maybe it’s my insecurity or still my, how did you call it? Idiot-alpha-male-brain? That wants to belong to someone and not be lonely.” You touched his cheek and caressed his cheekbone with your thump, “You are not alone. Just throw away your alter ego and let me introduce you to my friends. You will see, they are more fun. Especially Robin.”
He huffed out a laugh before pointing at his chemistry book. “We need to study. I saw you try and fail to write a redox-reaction and it was painful to watch.” You looked at him unimpressed, “Yeah, I saw your biology notes. Thank god I didn’t have a lighter on me.” Billy kissed your temple quickly, “Well thank the stars I have your notes to study for tomorrow. Chemistry first and then you tell me how plants do photosynthesis?” You nodded before diving in into chemical elements and their reactions.
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283 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 2. November 2022
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