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Thirstday? Taron Egerton, crack me open like a walnut please!

The little smile that pops up on his face after he reads that 😃

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I’ll Take Care of You Pt. 2

Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Summary: You and Eggsy have continued seeing each other after the incident. The only problem is, Eggsy only sees you when he's injured. Will he find the courage to tell you how he really feels? Reader uses she/her pronouns.

Warnings: Talk about minor injuries, but overall fluff again.

Word Count: 3824

Part 1

A/N: The second part is finally here! I rewatched "Robin Hood" recently and it got me back into the Taron Egerton headspace. God I love that man. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Eggsy is walking out of a Kingsman meeting and he can feel the fatigue settling into his bones. Without having a mission to focus on, spy work can be rather boring. Especially during meetings like those. He's trudging down the hall when suddenly, he feels a buzz from his phone. He takes it out and instantly a smile appears on his face.

He received a text message from you saying: Did your meeting kill you with boredom? :P

He laughs to himself before responding: It was fucking dreadful, but thankfully I will live to see another day.

Ever since that fateful night where Eggsy got hit by your car, the two of you have stayed in touch. He thinks he’s actually found a friend in you. It feels nice to have someone to talk to about being a spy, other than his fellow Kingsman agents. Maybe Eggsy shouldn’t be telling you the information he does, but he can’t help it. There’s something about you that makes him want to tell you everything and he knows he can trust you. And you already knew he was a spy, so he figured what’s a few more secrets to spill?

Eggsy loves having you in his life. The only thing he doesn’t love is that the two of you don’t really hang out other than when he gets hurt. Yes, Eggsy has continued to visit you, his favourite nurse, whenever he gets injured in the field. Once, he even paid you a visit after fighting practice with Roxy resulted in a nasty black eye. You didn’t appear mad at him for wasting your time, since all you could really do is offer him an ice pack. You just tended to him as you often did and the two of you talked the night away.

It isn’t even a conscious decision anymore to go to you. He just always finds himself making the journey to your place with a new injury. The first time it happened after the car accident, it was because he had gotten injured near your place and thought it would be easier than returning to base or even going home. But after a few visits, he found himself just wanting to be with you, injured or not.

After this realization, he began to feel bad about selfishly wanting you to be the one who fixes him. After all, you already spend all day tending to patients. So he told you:

“Are you sure you don’t mind fixing me up all the time? I’m starting to feel bad for inconveniencing you.” 

But instead of agreeing, you smiled at him and said, “Eggsy Unwin, you could never be an inconvenience. Don’t tell anyone, but out of all of my patients, you’re my favourite.”

His heart sped up at that, so he cracked a joke. “I’m sure that’s what you tell all your patients.”

“Only the handsome ones,” you replied with a wink that caused a shade of pink to bloom on his cheeks, but luckily you had returned to your work and didn’t seem to notice.

It was after that encounter that Eggsy had realized he was developing feelings for you that evolved past friendship. He had tried to chalk his feelings up to being platonic, but who was he kidding? He was falling for you, and falling hard. He thought about confessing to you, wondering if you felt the same, but it was too risky. Eggsy didn’t want to ruin one of the best friendships he had over feelings that are most likely one-sided.

“Is that Y/N?” A voice sounds from beside him, causing Eggsy to jump and almost drop his phone. So much for his spy training. “Tell her I say hi.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, tucking his phone away and out of Roxy’s nosy stare. She scoffs and rolls her eyes, now walking beside him.

“Cut the shit, Unwin, I saw you smiling down at your phone with that goofy lovestruck smile that is reserved only for Y/N,” she says. Eggsy had never planned on sharing Y/N with Roxy, not wanting to risk you getting into trouble, but unfortunately for him, Roxy and Merlin are no good busybodies. The next day at work after the car accident, Roxy immediately bombarded him with questions about you. Apparently, when Eggsy informed Merlin that he was going to a random civilian’s house, the news was too interesting not to tell Roxy.

He also never planned on giving Roxy your name but having a friend that’s a spy is not convenient when keeping secrets. She had spied on him when Eggsy was texting you, the two of you having exchanged information that fateful day, and saw your contact name before he could stop her.

“I was not smiling, and I do not have a goofy lovestruck smile only for Y/N,” Eggsy tells her, but as soon as he says that, he wonders if he does. If his feelings are really that obvious.

“God, for a spy you really are obvious.” Sometimes he wonders why he’s even friends with Roxy.

“And for the last time, Rox, I am not in love with her,” he insists. 

“Is that why you won’t let me meet her? You’re afraid I’ll tell her? Because I can assure you, unlike yourself, I am quite excellent at keeping secrets.”

“For the record, I won’t let the two of you meet because I’m afraid you’ll scare her off,” he says, but he’s also afraid that Roxy might steal you away. Maybe you’d prefer a female spy friend over him. He doesn’t think you’re the type of person to do that, but his insecurities continue to hold him back, just in case.

Roxy lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Come on, Unwin, just admit that you love her! I already know, and you won’t convince me otherwise.” Eggsy realizes how true that is when he looks over to see his friend’s dead serious expression. Fuck it.

“It’s not love, quite yet,” he admits, and Roxy giddily celebrates. Eggsy looks up and down the hall to make sure no one sees her. “What was that about being too obvious?”

But Roxy doesn’t hear him. “I knew it. I can’t believe I got you to confess, I thought I’d have to bug you at least a few more times about it,” she says with a smile on her face. He rolls his eyes.

“Well, now you know. Satisfied?”

She stays quiet for a moment before asking, “Why don’t you tell her again?”

“It’s not that simple,” he says, shaking his head. He doesn’t know how to explain himself without making him seem like a miserable sod. “She’s my friend. A good friend, and I don’t…” He sighs and stops walking. Roxy stops beside him. “I don’t want to screw this up.”

“Eggsy Unwin,” Roxy says, and when he looks her she has a serious arms-crossed look that makes Eggsy want to keep walking. “You’re not going to screw this up.”

“But what if she doesn’t feel the same?” he confesses and then realizes they should have chosen a more private location to be having this conversation. Luckily, there appear to be no other agents around.

“By the looks of your messages, I can almost guarantee she feels the same. On top of that, I’m your best friend and even I would get annoyed at having to fix you up after every fight,” she says.

“Sorry, exactly when did you see such messages?”

“Never mind that,” she says, brushing the topic aside. “The point is, I think she feels the same way. And even if she doesn’t, based on the limited knowledge of her, she sounds like the type of person to handle that well. You don’t have to worry about your friendship.”

What she said makes sense, yet Eggsy can’t shake the queasy feeling in his stomach at the thought of having to confess to you.

“It’s up to you what you do,” Roxy continues. “But would you at least consider it?”

He stares at her unyielding gaze, and relents. “I suppose.”

“Thank god. I don’t know how much more pining I can take,” she says and resumes walking.

“I do not pine!” he says, picking up his pace to catch up with her.

†††

A week later, Eggsy finds himself sitting in one of the Kingsman jets heading back to base after a long, but successful, mission. He’s lounging in one of the chairs, feeling proud that the mission had gone off without a hitch. 

His mission had been to retrieve some confidential information that had gone missing, but the retrieval ended up being fairly easy. The people who had stolen the information got lulled into a sense of calm and had lowered their security. Thanks to that, Eggsy had been able to be in and out of the compound, only having to take out a few people along the way. 

Eggsy feels the pride and relief he normally would but now he’s also filled with excitement. Typically, at the end of his more recent missions, Eggsy will have acquired a few wounds that need tending to and would drop by your place (if you were available, which most of the time you were.) Only, as Eggsy relaxes into the jet’s seat, his excitement suddenly dwindles. He lifts up his arms and examines his body to check, but this time Eggsy finds himself in perfect condition. No injury to be found. He slumps back into the chair.

This should be a good thing, as Eggsy isn’t always as careful as he should be, but he finds he’s disappointed. After all, now he didn’t have a reason to see you. He bites his lip and gazes out the window. He was really excited to see you and now there is a hole of dissatisfaction left behind.

He continues thinking about you, about what you’re doing right now, and before he knows what he’s doing, he’s dialling your number. He only wants to hear the sound of your voice, even if he got your voicemail he would be satisfied.

On the third ring, you pick up. “How’s my favourite spy doing?” you ask as a greeting. He’s almost embarrassed at the butterflies that flutter in his stomach at your voice, and you calling him that.

“I don’t know, how is Bond?” He hears you giggle, brightening his already wide smile.

“Oh hush, no need to be jealous over a fictional character. And you were right, he is a bit posh for my taste.”

It’s his turn to laugh. “Well, your real favourite spy is feeling pretty fucking good right about now.”

“I take it the mission went well?” He had been texting you throughout the mission when he got bored. Merlin used to give him shit for it, but now he’s begrudgingly resigned to it, knowing that Eggsy had no intentions of stopping. As long as it’s only you.

“It went great! Everything went according to plan.”

“Sounds a bit boring.” He laughs, as he silently agrees with you. “Speaking as your nurse, however, I suppose this is good news.”

“What a lovely nurse I have. How did I get so lucky?”

Another laugh. “Right place, right time, right car I suppose.” He laughs. It took a while before you were able to laugh about hitting him with your car, as you still felt extremely guilty. But after reassuring you that he was over it, and constantly teasing you about it, you found the humour in it. “Seriously, I’m happy for you Eggs. You must feel great.”

“I do,” he says, despite the disappointment that lingered due to not seeing you. “Want me to tell you about it?”

“Duh!”

“Could you please try to leave out the classified bits?” Another voice sounds from the jet. Eggsy looks up to see Merlin passing by. He gives Eggsy a tired, worried expression. Eggsy smiles up at him.

“You can count on me, Merlin,” he says with a cheeky smile and a wink. Merlin simply rubs the bridge of his nose where his glasses sit.

“Is that Merlin? Tell him I say hi!”

“Y/N says hi,” Eggsy relays to him. Merlin’s face softens.

“Hello dear,” he says. Despite the nagging and scolding, Eggsy thinks Merlin likes you. The two of you have never met, but Eggsy suspects the older man believes you’re a good influence on him. Truthfully, it’s because you make Eggsy happy.

“He says hi back.”

“When are you going to introduce me to your spy family? Or is that against the rules?”

“I think it’s a little late to be considering the rules.” You laugh.

“Fair enough. Then what is it? Do you just want to keep me all to yourself?” Eggsy’s breath catches as you jokingly hit the nail on the head. He knows it’s selfish, but he can’t help the feeling of wanting to be yours. To remain your favourite spy.

“You caught me,” he says with a laugh to avoid the truthfulness from leaking through his tone.

“You can’t keep anything from me, my dear boy.” Again, his heart hammers in his chest. “Now enough chit chat, tell me about your mission.”

†††

Later that night, Eggsy is sitting on his couch, your phone call from earlier echoing in his mind. Even after hearing your voice, it didn’t quite satisfy his need to see you. He considers slightly nicking his hand with a knife when he catches himself. What is he doing? There’s nothing stopping him from going to see you right now except his own nerves. But if the two of you really are friends, then there’s nothing wrong with it, right?

“Fuck it,” he mutters to himself. Summoning up courage he doesn’t have, he stands up from his couch. What’s the worst that can happen? A deep breath, and he’s making his way to the door when suddenly he hears a knock. He pauses, wondering who it could be. It’s the middle of the night.

Eggsy cautiously walks to his front door and opens it, only to stop in shock. There, on his doorstep, is you. You’re here, at his place. Once that registers, concern overwhelms him as he takes in your state. 

You’re leaning against his doorframe with a hand pressed against your left side. You also brand a gash on your chin and a split lip. Despite all of this, a smile graces your lips. “Well isn’t this ironic?” you say as way of greeting. Eggsy’s still having a hard time believing he didn’t fall asleep and dreamt this. But your voice shocks him out of his frozen state.

“Y/N, what the bloody hell happened to you?” he asks, opening his door. Shock is slowly giving way to worry as he watches you slowly make your way into his place, taking in the view.

“It’s actually a funny story,” you say. You make your way to his couch but pause to examine his living room. “Nice place you have here.”

Eggsy’s mind is going a mile a minute. He didn’t know what to do, but then he remembers that you’re injured. “I-I’ll go see if I have anything to patch you up with.” Before you can argue, Eggsy starts scrambling around his place trying to find what he thinks he would need. He ends up bringing a wet cloth, a bag of frozen peas, a package of bandaids, and some disinfectant cream that you had given him.

He returns to find you sitting on his couch, a pained expression on your face as you take deep breaths. As soon as you see him however, your face hides any trace of pain. He furrows his eyebrows but doesn’t say anything. He dumps the stuff on his coffee table.

“Whoa,” you say, taking in his collection. He becomes self-conscious since you’re an expert in medicine.

“I-It’s not much, I know, but it’ll do for now,” he says reassuringly. He takes a seat on the couch beside you. He knows about the injuries on your face but not your stomach. He eyes your side and you know what he’s thinking. “Could you lift up your shirt?”

“How forward of you,” you say with a smirk and he’s acutely aware that your roles have truly changed. He gives you a stern look, and you drop the smirk. You pull your shirt up to reveal your side and Eggsy sucks in a sharp breath.

“Jesus Y/N,” he mutters, examining the massive bruise. 

“I’m lucky it’s just a bruise,” you say, a wince on your face. Eggsy looks at you and forces your gaze to meet his own.

“What happened?” he says sternly. He knows you’ve been dodging around the subject since you got here. You blush, realizing that he’s caught onto your game. To distract you, Eggsy begins fixing you up. He gently places the frozen peas on the bruise and you gasp in pain, causing his heart to squeeze.

“I don’t know how you spy types do it,” you comment. He thinks about asking how you medical professionals do it, as seeing you in pain breaks his heart. But Eggsy won’t let you dance around the subject any longer. You let out a sigh as you hold onto the bag while Eggsy examines your other injuries. “So, it’s actually rather embarrassing, but…I was actually on my way to see you.”

His eyes widen. You wanted to see him too? He tries to catch your eye but your gaze is directed at anywhere but him. A deep red is encroaching on your cheeks. You clear your throat. “So anyway, I got in my car and drove over. I…I was a bit rushed so when I got out of my car I wasn’t paying much attention. That’s when this biker rounds the corner and rides right into me.” Eggsy finishes dabbing the wet cloth on your chin and begins to apply the disinfectant, causing a hiss to escape your lips.

“Sorry,” he says. He finally meets your eyes and it feels like he got the wind kicked out of him.   

“It’s fine,” you whisper, not breaking away from the stare. A moment passes before you look away and continue your story. “Anyway, he knocked me over and my left side hit the curb while my chin hit the pavement.” Eggsy winces for you. 

“Did the wanker at least apologize?” His voice is clipped, withholding his anger for your sake. Tending to you is all that’s keeping him from tracking down this man and inflicting the same pain he forced upon you.

"It wasn’t his fault, Eggs, I wasn’t looking." He nods but still isn’t satisfied. Accident or no, this man hurt you which stirred unpleasant emotions in his head. “He ended up falling over as well, but he had a helmet so ultimately both he and the bike were fine. We both apologized to each other, me for not looking and him for not steering away or stopping quick enough. He was actually really nice about it.”

To distract from the illogical flare of jealousy that rose within him, Eggsy decides to joke around. “Is this a habit of yours? Getting into accidents with nice men? You know, there are other ways of gaining a man’s attention.” His comments make you break out into a smile that instantly winces due to the split lip.

“First of all, shut up,” you say, causing him to laugh. “And second of all, I’ll have you know that I had a clean record before I met you. Perhaps you’ve begun to corrupt me.”

“Perhaps I have.” The two of you smirk and the flirtatious energy soon leaves a sharp tension in the room. Eggsy applies a large enough bandage onto your chin and now begins to dab on the cut on your lip. You’re close enough for your breaths to tangle. But before Eggsy makes a complete ass of himself, he has to know. “Why were you coming to see me?”

This question wipes the smirk from your face and reheats your cheeks. “O-oh, that,” you say, trying to find the words, it seems. “Well, the thing is…okay, after your mission, I know it sounds ridiculous, but I was expecting to get a call from you saying you needed to be patched up. I-I had gotten used to it, so I was expecting to see you. But then the mission went fine.”

Eggsy can’t believe what he’s hearing. His heart begins picking up speed as he eagerly waits for you to continue.

“And I know I should have been happy to hear that—I was, I mean I hate seeing you hurt and I’m always the one telling you to be more careful.” You begin to ramble on and in your ramblings, Eggsy’s confidence grows. “I selfishly wanted an excuse to see you, but then I decided fuck it, and made my way over here. I-I just wanted to see you.”

You will no longer look at him. Your flirtatious confidence is gone as you let the unspoken words hang in the air. Looking at you, processing what you said, Eggsy realizes that there’s a chance. There’s a chance that you feel the same way, a strong one. And if there’s a chance, Eggsy’s going to take it.

“Y/N,” he whispers. His continued silence forces you to look at him and he hears you gasp softly at his proximity. He’s looking at you, flicking his gaze down to your lips and back up to your eyes. His eyes hold a question and you glance quickly at his lips before nodding.

Eggsy gently takes your face into his hands and crashes his lips down onto yours. You hiss and he breaks apart, feeling guilty for forgetting your cut, but you grab his collar and force his lips back on yours.

Eggsy sinks into the kiss, letting the passion take over and melt his body. He can’t think of anything else other than your lips, moving together, sweeter than his imagination could have predicted. When the two of you break apart, gasping for air, he breaks into a smile. You giggle, making him want to kiss you all over again to swallow the sound and live off it.

After a moment, you say, “If I’d known this is what it would take for you to finally make a move, I would have got hit by a bike ages ago.” You both laugh before Eggsy can’t hold himself back any longer and captures your lips again. You hungrily accept.

You kiss until you pull back, wincing in pain. “Totally worth it,” you whispers. He sighs as the cut on your lip reopens. 

“What am I going to do with you?” he says, shaking his head as he reapplies the cloth. 

“Nurse me back to health?” you say with a smile. He smiles back.

“Don’t you worry love, I’ll take care of you.”

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Routine Examinations Pt7 - Jimmy Keene - Black Bird Imagine

Hi there, this story is loosely based off the Black Bird series starring Taron Egerton as James Keene. Although the series is based off real events, this story is not and deviates from the show’s plot.

Summary: You’re a doctor working with the FBI, your new patient: Jimmy Keene.  

Word count: 2000

Pairing: Reader x Jimmy Keene

TW: angst, prison environment, mention of insulin injection.

Jimmy doesn’t hide his surprise when I show up outside his cell. His tired expression is replaced with one of recognition and worry. My patients weren’t alerted about the morning routine change. It’s only for a couple of days. Just until enough people are discharged upstairs and my office is my own again.

“Dr. Green,” concern laces his tone as he stands up from his bed to greet me. He approaches the bars, looking me up and down, searching for evidence to support his wariness. 

“Morning Keene, how are you this morning?” I smile at him through the doors. I’m careful not to be too overtly friendly. Jimmy is not the only one watching. As I’ve made my rounds, the male attention has only grown. At least a dozen depraved eyes are on me as we speak, peering from all angles of the floor. 

Nelson steps around me to unlock his cell door. Jimmy’s eyes flicker to the officer only briefly before landing back on mine. His brows are furrowed, clearly questioning my unannounced visit. He isn’t the only one who reacted this way. several others were upset I’d altered their routine, but thankfully none put up a fight. Once it slides open, Nelson takes a stand near my medical cart, ensuring nothing will get stolen. He stands with his back to us as I requested at the start of our route so it didn’t look suspicious if I were to ask at Jimmy’s cell. 

“Is something wrong?” He asks. 

“Not at the moment. I’m doing medication on the ground today to avoid extra traffic in the infirmary,” I step up to the entrance of his cell. The door is unlocked but his broad frame guards the opening. He’s hesitant to let me in.

“May I come in?” I step up to the entrance. Intense eyes stare down at me as I wait for him to decide. I don’t think he wants his injection out in the open. 

Jimmy takes a small step back, just far enough to allow me in, but not far enough back so that I have space to move past him. We’re standing almost chest to chest. 

It feels strange being in an inmate's cell, especially Jimmy’s. It’s a small glimpse into who they are. What few possessions they have are often incredibly important to them. Yet Jimmy hasn’t been here long enough to add to his cell. I’m not sure he would anyway. He doesn’t come off as that type of person. But maybe I don’t know him that well. 

Nevertheless, you’re stepping into what little space they can call their own. It’s not a home but it’s as close as many of them get for years. It's where they sleep, where they dream, where they think about friends and loved ones on the outside, where they reflect on their past actions, where they determine if it was all worth it. It’s the closest thing they have to a safe space. So just the act of being in his cell, in his space, feels oddly intimate. 

Part of me feels like an intruder after that first step. As though I need to tread lightly because no one should know I’m here. But that’s not really the case, is it?

I fidget with the packaged vile. Jimmy’s name is nearly labelled on it. They’re all meticulously labelled. Every vial for every patient. So, even if I’m not the one doing his shot, Jimmy will receive the crystalloid solution instead of insulin. The wrong vial could kill him. 

He watches me intently. I briefly saw him yesterday for less than five minutes at the crack of dawn, but we couldn’t talk. My office was and still is being shared by two doctors with only a curtain as a divider. Nothing we’d say would be confidential. Today is the first real day since the riot that we’ll be able to talk. Even if it’s for a limited amount of time. 

“How are you?” Jimmy whispers as he towers over me. Looking up into his eyes is mesmerizing. Yet the nagging in my head reminds me of those watching. I grab his arm to pull him deeper into his cell. Here we’re sheltered from everyone but Nelson, who isn’t looking anyway. 

“Tired,” I respond. “Overwhelmed. I haven’t really had time to think about it,” I anxiously rub a hand along the back of my neck. I don’t know how much I can tell him anymore. After Hall’s trip to the infirmary yesterday, part of me wonders what Jimmy all shares with him.  Or if it’s possible he shares details about me in exchange for details about Hall’s life. The logical part of my brain says that would never happen, that Jimmy wouldn’t do that. Yet, I’d be stupid if I didn’t at least consider those possibilities. Because after all, Jimmy is a desperate man. And desperate men are dangerous men. “You?” I ask. 

“Tired. I’m always tired,” Jimmy lowers his voice. “I can’t stop thinking about you” he raises a hand to brush over my bandaged collarbone. Underneath my clothes, the scar is red and still several days away from being fully healed. Part of me wants to disappear into his arms, to be held and comforted again, but I know we can’t. I long to melt into him. I can tell he wants to touch me more because his hands linger above my shirt, but I know he won’t. “These last few nights, all I could think about was if you were okay,”

“I’ll be fine,” I whisper. “Can you take a seat on the bed please?”

Jimmy obeys my request, taking a seat on the neatly folded mattress. He sits with his legs spread and I take the opportunity to stand between his thighs. Our legs brush and I can feel the warmth from his skin pass through our clothes and embrace my outer thighs. 

“Did they catch those fuckers?” Jimmy’s voice is raspy and I can hear the underlying anger in his tone. 

“Sort of,” I hesitate before continuing. “Ralf was charged for stealing the supplies and put into solitary, but Moe wasn’t caught,”

“But you know who they are? Why didn’t you identify them?” I didn’t want to talk about this today but now it’s too late to stop. 

“Because if this goes to court, it doesn’t just draw attention to them, you’ll be brought into it too,” realization dawns on Jimmy’s face. “What you did was technically assault, even if it was to protect me. I don’t know if you’d be charged, but you would definitely be mentioned in the hearing. What happened would be talked about by other convicts, if it hasn’t already. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. But I need you to focus on Hall, okay?” As the words leave my mouth, he breaks eye contact. I don’t think it’s guilt he feels. It’s something else. Something harder to describe. His brows furrow and his eyes search his cell for a nonexistent answer. Jimmy’s hand starts to reach for mine but then he stops and pulls back. My heart clenches. 

“I’m not sorry for what I did,” he says seriously. 

“I’d hope not,” I joke. He looks up at my change of tone to see me smiling down at him. “Now, lift your shirt.”

I’m starting to think Jimmy will never get used to needles. His entire body remains stiff throughout the thirty seconds it takes for me to finish. His breathing is shallow and he refuses to look at my hands. It’s almost cute. 

“Done,” I cap the syringe. “Jimmy, there’s something we have to talk about before I leave,” he looks up. I have his full attention. “Hall came to visit me yesterday,” I watch his reaction carefully. 

“Hall did? Why?” His brows furrowed in confusion and he shifts away from me slightly. 

“He faked an injury because he wanted to see who’s been treating you every morning,” a flash of anger crosses Jimmy’s face but doesn’t stay. He remains quiet, allowing me to continue. “He said you mentioned that I was nice and pretty and he had to see for himself,” I finish with a sigh. 

“I didn’t say those things to him,” Jimmy’s whispering now. Maybe he fears Hall will hear us from his nearby cell. “Well not like you implied. He was asking me what you were like because he hasn’t gone to the doctor since coming here. So I said you were nice, but that’s it.” 

“Has he said anything else about our appointments? Anything at all?” I lower my voice to match his. Jimmy looks to the corner of his cell and I know immediately there’s more. 

“Every once in a while he’ll ask, never in much detail. But he’s asked about what it’s like having diabetes. How often you do my shots. That kind of thing. Once or twice he’s tried to talk about you in more detail but I don’t say much,” he forces a swallow. 

“What did he say?” My tone is more serious than ever, I need to know if Hall’s curiosity is just that or if it’s more.

“He wanted to know if you had kids, you know, stuff like that. If you were married, to which I said I didn’t know and he told me to check for a ring next time,” he pauses to consider his words before continuing. “The day before the riot he started getting more personal. He asked what you smelled like. What shoes you wore. What colour your bra straps are because apparently women send secret messages to men based on the colour of their bra,” Jimmy finally finishes. “But I went into the least amount of detail without it being suspicious. It’d be weird if I outright refused to talk about you with him.”

My stomach drops at the amount of information he just mentioned. Weeks worth of information. Stuff that should’ve been written down and recorded. I can’t believe he didn’t mention this before. 

Despite this, Jimmy’s right. It’d be weird if he refused to talk about me to Hall. Not only that, it would be suspicious. But the fact that Hall has taken a special interest in me, not out of suspicion, but for a more sinister reason, is almost as concerning. 

I sigh. “Okay. Jimmy, in the future you have to tell me this information. Even if you think it’s going to creep me out or that you’re protecting me by not saying anything, I have to know. Okay? Have to.” 

He grabs my empty hand and gently squeezes. “I will. I shouldn’t have kept that from you,”

Any tension I had towards him slips away as the warmth of his hand wraps around my own. His calloused hands are large and gentle. I break eye contact with him to stare at the embrace. I brush my thumb along the top of his fingers as they apply a reassuring pressure to my hand. 

As I stand between Jimmy’s legs, I subconsciously lean forward. He shifts, allowing us to be closer than before. Part of me wishes we were still locked in my office together where there were no prying eyes. I want to relish in the feeling of his arms around me. To linger so close his breath becomes my own.

I allow myself one last moment to memorize the feel of his strong hand.

“We have a lot to talk about once my office is back together,” I murmur.

“Okay,” he whispers. 

I squeeze his hand one last time before pulling away without a look back. My shoes echo along the cement floor as I step out of the cell. Nelson hears my footsteps and takes his cue. Jimmy’s door slides shut and closes with a loud clank. 

As I gather my cart I feel a set of eyes on me. I look back at Jimmy’s cell to find him watching with care. We share a small, risky smile before I quickly look away. However, as I turn away, I notice another set of eyes intently watching our exchange. 

My body stiffens as I lock eyes with Hall. He leans against his cell door, diagonal to Jimmy, twirling his beard between his fingers. My breath catches in my throat as I’m caught off guard. I quickly cover my tracks with a polite smile as I head for the exit. My pace is faster than before and Nelson struggles to keep up. 

Keene and Hall aren’t the only ones watching me leave.

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[b3llb00]

I’m right here..

Taron Egerton X Bella (Can be reader)

Summary: Taron had a nightmare about Bella, and he needs to know that she’s really here with him…

Theme(s): Smut, angst, fluff.

Wc: 2,492.

Contains: [ Cockwarming, spooning ], grinding, slight humping, making out ( I guess ), French kissing, normal kissing, nightmare, hugs, sweet touching, just overall sweetness in general actually..

[ ‼️ WARNING! SMUT AHEAD!! If you are not comfortable reading smut, please don’t continue reading. I would say come back when you’re 14-16+, but most smut is 18+. Just come back when you’re ready, lol. I’m just tryna protect y’all.. ‼️]

Reading Key:

T: = Taron’s P.O.V

B: = Bella’s P.OV.

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B:

Taron jolted awake, sweat dripping down his forehead, his breathing extremely heavy, his eyes watering, his body shaking slightly with fear.

He had a nightmare, a terrible one at that. Bella was gone, dead, in his arms, blood the shade of crimson stained her body and his arms. He tried to shake her awake, he tried to lie to himself, he kept trying to tell himself she was still alive, but it wasn’t working. It was too late.

Hey, honey, w-what’s wrong.? Bella asks softly, her eyes slowly opening. Her eyes then immediately going to Taron’s shaking figure beside her. He looked so scared, so nervous, he thought it was real.. he thought she was gone.

T:

Bella's voice snapped Taron out of his nightmare realm, and back into reality. He immediately reached out to her, pulling her into a tight embrace. His heart was still pounding in his chest, and he struggled to catch his breath.

Bella... Oh god, it was just a nightmare. You're here, you're safe.

He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent, finding comfort in her presence.

I dreamt that... that I lost you. It felt so real, Bella. I couldn't save you... I... I couldn't...

His voice cracked, and tears welled up in his eyes. He held onto her tightly, as if afraid that letting go would make the nightmare come true.

I'm sorry... I'm sorry for waking you up like this. I just... I needed to feel you, to know that you're here with me.

He pressed gentle kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, and her lips as if trying to convince himself that she was truly there, and not dead like in his mind.

I love you, Bella. I can't bear the thought of losing you.

B:

I— shhh, shh.. it’s okay, baby. it’s okay. I’m right here, shh. I wrapped my arms around you instantly, whispering repeatedly how I’m  alright, I’m here, I’m safe, with you.

It’s okay, love. It’s alright, love you too.. I kissed the side of your head, feeling your body shake as it held onto me, I was terrified with how scared you were. I was trying to comfort you the best I could.

It’s okay. it’s okay, baby. I’m here, I’m not going nowhere. I wiped the stray tears from your eyes, my heart breaking at the sigh of you like this. I leaned forward, pressing soft and tender kisses on the outside of your eyes, trying to catch any tears that may fall.

I was usually the one to have nightmares, and you would always confront me. But now, it’s the other way around. I’ve never expected you to be this scared over a nightmare, though.

I let my hands rest on the sides of your face, my thumbs grazing your cheekbones softly. I knew it was going to take you an awhile to shake off the dream, I knew it was going to be a while of you hugging me, refusing to let go. Not until you knew I was truly there with you, hugging you, not dead in your arms.

T:

Taron clung to Bella as if she were his lifeline, finding solace in her soothing words and gentle touch. He closed his eyes, letting her presence and tender gestures calm his racing heart. The nightmare still lingered in his mind, the fear and helplessness haunting him.

I'm sorry, Bella. I didn't mean to wake you up like this... It's just... it felt so real. Losing you... I can't bear the thought of it. He leaned his forehead against hers, their noses touching as he sought comfort in their closeness.

You're my anchor, Bella. You keep me grounded and keep the nightmares at bay. I don't know what I would do without you.

He held her face gently in his hands, his eyes searching hers for reassurance.

Promise me you'll always be here, Bella. Promise me you'll never leave my side. I need you more than words can say.

B:

I- I promise you, baby. We hold our faces in each other's hands. Your hands were incredibly shaky as you clung to me. My hands also started to shake with fear at the sigh of you like this. I saw the absolute fear in your eyes, the way you looked at me as if I was going to die any second.

I promise you, baby. Imma stays here, as long as I live. I look up at you, sounding as gentle and as soft as I can. I slowly pull you closer to me, your breath hitching slightly as I speak softly, our lips brushing as the words flow effortlessly out of my mouth.

I love you, Taron... I move my body even closer to you, closing the gap and kissing you softly, with the lightest amount of pressure. Just trying to fully snap you back into reality.

As much as you wanted to just stay like this, you also needed me in a different way, a sexual way. You needed to be inside of me, just burying your cock deep inside of me, feeling my warmth and slickness against your cock that’s starting to throb in your pants.

I can tell you need me in another way, and I whisper, just getting wet at the thoughts we practically shared.

I need you too, know. I- if you want. I start up, my voice almost sounding suggestive that we should just give into our desires.

T:

Taron's breath hitched as Bella's soft touch and gentle words reached his senses, momentarily distracting him from the lingering fear of his nightmare. The warmth of her lips against his own ignited a spark within him, reminding him of the love and desire they shared.

Bella... I want you. I need you. I need to feel you on top of me, to remind myself that you're here, that you're real.

His voice was filled with longing and desperation as he spoke, his hands sliding down to her waist, pulling her body closer to his own. He could feel the heat radiating between them, a delicious tension building in the air.

Let's forget about the nightmare, just for a little while. I want to lose myself in you, in the pleasure we create together.

He kissed her passionately, his lips hungrily seeking hers, as his hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve and dip.

Take me, Bella. Take me and make me forget. Show me that I'm alive, that I have you by my side.

B:

I- fuck, baby. I whisper, closing my eyes and leaning into your body impossibly closer. I slowly run my hands down your body, your muscles flexing and contracting under your shirt, I leave it on. I just need your cock inside of me, not moving, just inside of me, cockwarming me.

I’ll take you, baby.. just.. let me... I slowly untie your sweatpants, before dipping my hand inside your pants and boxers, grabbing your already hard and throbbing cock. My breath hitches as I slowly pull your dick out of the confines of your sweatpants. Your shaft twitches in my touch, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. I lean into your neck, whispering softly.

Oh, my god, baby. I slowly push my shorts and panties to the side, revealing my already soaking wet cunt, my arousal pouring down my legs.

I slowly grab your broad shoulders, leaning myself back against the pillows, waiting for you to line yourself up and fill me immediately.

T:

Taron's body trembled with anticipation as Bella's hands explored his body, igniting every nerve and inch of him. He let out a soft sigh as her warm touch enveloped his hard, throbbing cock, his hips instinctively moving towards her.

Fuck, Bella... You feel so good, so wet for me. He slowly grazes his hand along her pussy, shivering at the feeling of her cool arousal now on his skin.

His voice was laced with desire and need as he leaned in to kiss her neck, his lips trailing hot and eager kisses along her skin. He could feel her wetness against his fingertips, evidence of her arousal and readiness for him.

I want to be inside you, baby. I want to feel your tightness around me, to lose myself in the heat of our passion.

He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock brushing against her wet folds. With a slow and deliberate movement, he eased himself inside her, gasping at the tightness and warmth that surrounded him.

Fuck, Bella... You're so fucking tight... So fucking perfect.

He held himself still, savoring the feeling of being buried deep within her, his hands moved to the sheets as he fought against the overwhelming urge to move.

Just like this, Bella... Let me stay inside you. Let me feel the connection between us, the intimacy that drives me wild.

B:

Fuckkk, baby.. I whisper. Immediately, I lean my head back, my eyes rolling back as well as I bite my lip, trying to hold back my moans, they escape softly as I feel my warmth engulf your already throbbing cock.

Please, just- stay still, baby. I start massaging your shoulders, relishing in the feeling of your massive cock not moving inside of me. It feels so fucking good, words can’t even describe it.

M~Mmm. I moan out. Your saliva dripped down my neck, and I slowly started to take my tank top off. I shiver at the feeling of my breasts exposed to your eyes, my nipples hardening as the cool air flies over them.

Then, I slowly slide my shorts and panties off, all while still having you inside me. You also followed suit. Our lean, fit bodies fitting perfectly together. I wrap my hands around your neck again, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. Our wet, heavy, warm tongues glide over each other with ease.

We both didn’t want to movie. We just wanted to feel each other, our hips rested perfectly together, not rolling against one another like normal.

T:

Taron's body tensed with pleasure as Bella's hands worked their magic on his shoulders, massaging away any lingering tension. He let out a low growl of satisfaction, feeling her warmth and wetness surrounding his cock.

Fuck, Bella... You feel incredible. So tight and perfect.

He savored the sight of her removing her top, revealing her beautiful breasts to his hungry gaze. His eyes drank in every detail, the way her nipples hardened under the cool air, the way her skin glowed with desire.

You're so fucking beautiful, Bella. I can't get enough of you.

He groaned into the kiss they shared, their tongues dancing in a passionate and desperate embrace. Their bodies pressed together tightly, the heat between them intensifying as they relished in the pleasure of being so intimately connected.

Just like this, Bella... Let's stay like this for a while. Let's savor the feeling of our bodies intertwined, the electric current that courses through us.

His hands roamed her back, his touch gentle and loving, as he continued to kiss her with a hunger born from their shared desire.

I love you, Bella. I love you more than words can express.

B:

Fuck, I love you too, baby. I moan softly at the end, the way your cock vibrated inside of me sent shivers down my spine. My walls clamping down on you, my pussy practically already drooling out onto our legs and the sheets.

Your so- so warm.. mm.. I break the kiss to speak, wetting my lips before I bury my face in the crook of your neck. My moans are soft and my breath hitched against your skin. My eyes fluttering close as I slowly grab your waist, turning us over so you’re spooning me. I moan at the better angle.

I felt your muscular arms wrap around my waist with ease. I sigh in context, my muscles start to relax as I feel sleep start to come back to me.

I- I’m getting sleep again, baby. I feel like I could fall asleep like this, because I could. Our bodies pressed tightly together, your hips slowly pushing into the back of mine, not pulling out though, just relishing in this beautiful feeling.

T:

Taron's body shivered with pleasure as Bella's tightness enveloped him, her moans and the wetness surrounding him driving him to the edge of ecstasy. He held onto her waist tightly as she turned them over, spooning her from behind, their bodies fitting perfectly together.

Mmm, Bella... You feel so good like this. So fucking perfect.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent as his hips moved in a slow and steady rhythm, grinding against her from behind. The sensation was intense, his cock pulsating with every movement.

Just like this, love... Let me take care of you. Let me show you how much I adore you.

He pressed soft kisses along the nape of her neck, his hands caressing her body, exploring every curve and dip. The intimacy of their position, and the way they were connected, fueled the fire of their desire.

I want you to drift off to sleep, Bella. I want to be here with you, holding you close. We can savor this moment together, in each other's arms.

His voice was filled with tenderness and adoration as he continued to move against her, his body syncing with hers, their connection deepening with every breath.

B:

 F-fuck, darling- I whisper, your words sending a shiver down my spine. My voice gradually starting to lace with sleep. I struggled to stay awake, leaning back as much as I could, trying to get you to penetrate me deeper. My walls fluttering around your cock even more as the deep, red blush on my cheeks grew by the second.

I move my hair to the other side, along you to kiss along my neck, all while your hot breath hitched at my ear and collarbone. It felt so fucking good.

I- goodnight, baby- I whisper, feeling myself slowly drift off to sleep. I’m glad I could help with that nightmare, heh.

T:

Taron's movements became slower and more deliberate, matching the rhythm of Bella's drifting consciousness. He continued to shower her with tender kisses, his touch gentle and loving as he savored the feeling of her walls fluttering around him.

Goodnight, my love... Thank you for being here, for chasing away the nightmares. You're my savior, Bella.

He whispered against her skin, his voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and contentment. He held her tightly, their bodies still connected, as he allowed himself to succumb to the sweet embrace of sleep.

Wrapped in each other's arms, they found solace and peace, drifting off into a peaceful slumber, knowing that they had each other to chase away the darkness of the night.

And as they slept, their bodies remained entwined, their hearts beating in sync, a testament to the love and connection they shared.

~

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[lovewriting-5]

*When I thought of this I watched The Golden Circle at the time*

I was in my dressing room sitting in my satin, rosé colored robe and putting on makeup when there was a knock on the door. I ask “Who is it?” The voice says “Your Maid of Honor.” With a chuckle, I say “Come in.” She says when she sees me “You look so beautiful!” I tell her “Thank you. You look amazing!” She says “Thank you, I know.” We both laugh. She asks “How are you feeling?” I tell her “Nervous and excited at the same time.” She says “That’s understandable.” There was another knock on the door, (Y/B/F) went to go answer it. She only opened the door a crack. She steps aside and lets the person in. It was my mom, (Y/M/N). She began tearing up when she saw me. She tells me “You look so beautiful!” I say “Thank you. I wonder how Taron is doing?” (Y/B/F) says “Probably nervous and won’t know what hit him when you walk down the aisle.” The three of us laugh.

Before stepping into my dress, I slip the garter over my right foot and slide it up my leg on to my thigh. My mom and (Y/B/F) help me balance as I step into the white, spaghetti strap with an open back and a short v-neck wedding dress. There is a short zipper on the back of the waist that I zip up. I get my shoes on which are a 3 inch heel, white with a jewel lining along the topline. My mom placed the Blusher veil on my head and secured it to my hair which was done in a French braid and swirled into a bun. She says “There complete.” (Y/B/F) says “Not yet, you need your bouquet.” She hands it to me and the two of them take a step back to see the whole ensemble. They both smile and say “Wow!” (Y/B/F) jokingly, says “Taron is going to fall to the floor.” I say “Exactly my plan but I do need him.”

We walk out of the dressing room and make our way to the altar. My dad is there waiting to walk me down the aisle. He tears up a little as he gives me a kiss on both cheeks, says “You look beautiful!” I say as tears start to form, “Thank you.” He puts my veil down, I take his arm as the doors open.

The beginning of ‘Your Song’ is playing as we begin walking. The words It’s a little bit funny… as I look around and see every seat filled with our friends and families. I spot Taron and smile. He smiles. We look at each other lovingly. It then feels like we are the only two in the room as I get closer. When the song reaches How wonderful life is while you’re in the world that’s when I reach Taron. The chorus continues as my dad gives me a hug and placed my right hand in Taron’s. I walk the short distance to stand beside him. Not traditional but I intertwine my fingers with his and hold the bouquet in front of me.

We face the aficionado as they begin “Friends, family, loved ones, we come together today, in sight of the divine and of you as witnesses to join (Y/N) and Taron Egerton in marriage. We gather around them now in this wonderful place, and we look on with love and hope as these two begin their new life together as one.” As they are giving a speech, Taron leans closer and quietly says “You look beautiful.” I tell him “Thank you. You look very handsome.” He says “I can’t believe we’re doing this.” I say “Me either.”

It was time for us to exchange rings. I hand my bouquet to (Y/B/F) as Taron and I face each other. We join our free hands together. We decided to write our own vows. He goes first. As he is speaking, I am beginning to tear up and he places the ring on my finger. I wipe the tears off my cheeks not caring about makeup at the moment. It was my turn. I see that he is tearing up as I place the ring on his finger. He wipes the tears off his cheeks.

Knowing what was coming next, Taron placed his hands on my waist as I place my hands on his forearms. The aficionado tells us “Taron and (Y/N), having proclaimed your love and commitment to one another in the eyes of these loved ones, and with the power vested in me. I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!”

Taron and I with one hand each, lifts my veil. His hand goes back to my waist and they slide to rest slightly on my bare back. I move my left hand to just below his ear. We kiss. Our lips are slightly parted with our tongues touching a little bit, fitting like two puzzle pieces. (Church tongue - The Wedding Singer) His hands pull me closer against him as I slide my right hand up to below his ear. We pull away but don’t let go of each other. I keep my hand under his arm in the bend of his elbow as (Y/B/F) hands me my bouquet back. He places his left hand on mine as we begin making our way down the aisle or as the tradition goes ‘taking our first steps as husband and wife.’

We head out the big doors as everyone is gathered and cheering. People stop us throughout and congratulate us. His Best Man stops him and gives him some pointers. Taron tells him “Thanks, man.” They give each other a hug. We make it to the limo but before we climb in, Taron gives me one more kiss. I tangle my fingers in the hair on the back of his neck and pull him closer. We smile against each other’s lips. The crowd cheers. We climb in the limo as the driver pulls away from the curb.

Immediately, we kiss. I ask as he plants kisses on my cheek, jaw and neck “Do we have to go to the Reception?” He stops, looks at me and says “Everyone did come to celebrate with us and I think they would be very disappointed if we didn’t show up.” I tell him “What I got from that was, yes.” He nods. I place my left hand on his jaw and reconnect the kiss.

The limo pulls up to the Reception venue. I check my makeup in the mirror and wipe at it a little. The driver opens our door for us. Taron steps out and offers his left hand to me. I take it and we make our way inside. We gather in front of the door. Music plays as two attendants open the door for us. Guests stand and cheer as we enter the room and make our way to the long table with the rest of the wedding party.

As we sit in our chairs, the party is congratulating and hugging us. Once everyone was seated, Taron and I stand to welcome and thank everyone for coming. We decided on doing a buffet style of dinner. We make our way through the line as guests are lining up behind us. All the guests get their plates and begin eating.

After awhile, the toasts and speeches begin. Taron’s Best Man begins and gives everyone a laugh with a few heartfelt words. My Maid of Honor, (Y/B/F) goes and her’s was a little more heartfelt. The whole room then begins clinking their glasses. Taron looks at me and moves his eyebrows up and down. I hold up a finger to the crowd and take a drink of my champagne. One of his groomsmen asks “What’s with the pause?” I say “I just took a bite of something.” I then kiss him. Someone from the crowd, asks “How is it?” While we were still kissing, Taron holds a thumbs up. The crowd cheers. We pull away. Not traditional but both of our parents gave a brief speech where they welcomed us into their families and happy to have us be a part of them. Taron and I then give a thank you speech to everyone. Everyone continues enjoying drinking and eating.

A DJ gets set up and then tells us “Ladies and gentlemen…it is time for the newlyweds to have their first dance as husband and wife.” Taron holds his right hand out to me. I take it as I intertwine my fingers with his. We stand in the middle of the dance floor. He wraps his arms around my waist as I wrap my arms around the back of his neck. The DJ says “Here is the song that they have chosen.” We chose to do our first dance to the song ‘Tiny Dancer.’ We sway back and forth. I run my fingers through the hair on the back of his neck as he tightens his arms around me.

He plants kisses in the crook of my neck as my arms slide farther around him. There is no room for anything between us. Him and I are singing the words. When it gets to Hold me closer, tiny dancer/Count the headlights on the highway… We kiss until the second, And now she’s in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand At the end of the song, he dips me. Everyone cheers. We then move into the dances with our parents. Taron and his mom chose one that was special to them when he was growing up. There were tears shed. We both saved dances for his step-sisters who got to pick the songs.

Once done, all the guests gathered onto the dance floor. The DJ alternated between fast, slow and the Cha Cha Slide. The song ‘Faith’ by George Michael was played. Since it is one of Taron’s favorites, him and I probably did some dirty dancing and grinding. After hours, it was time to cut the cake. We grabbed the big knife and made the first cut and then another. The piece was cut in half down the middle, Taron and I each grabbed a slice and shoved it in each other’s mouths. He jabbed the piece of cake on the side of my mouth and then into my mouth. I touch the frosting to his lips then into his mouth. Taron wraps his cake free hand around my waist as he pulls me close to him. He then licks the frosting off the side of my mouth. I do a surprise expression. I look at him, lean in, lick the frosting off his lips and then kiss him.

Everyone moves back to the dance floor as the attendants serve the cake. Taron removes his tux jacket and drapes it over the back of his chair. I leave my heels next to my chair. Everyone sits and enjoys the cake. After a couple hours, it was time for the bouquet and garter toss. The DJ says into the mic “Will all the single ladies get on the dance floor for the tossing of the bouquet?” All the single women gathered on one side of the dance floor while I stood on the opposite side. Taron spun me three times and turned my back to them. I gathered my balance, turned my head over my left shoulder and asked “You ladies ready?” They all cheered. I turn my head, began counting down “3…2…1…” and tossed. I turned around and saw the women dive for it. One of them finally got it and held it up in the air like a trophy.

The guests moved off the dance floor as a wooden chair was placed in the middle. The DJ says “I need the bride and groom to make their ways back to the center of the dance floor for the removal of the garter.” We walk to the center. The DJ says “Alright, will the bride have a seat in the chair.” I sit down as the DJ explains, “The groom has to either use his hands or teeth to remove it.” I ask Taron “What method you plan on using?” He gives me a seductive look. Over my dress, I scoot the garter farther up my leg.

The song ‘Dress’ by Taylor Swift begins playing. I place my hands against his stomach as he begins kneeling down slowly. When the song says There is an indentation in the shape of you My hands were now on his shoulders as his hands slide to my waist. At Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo he leans forward and places lips on my neck, gives a light bite but makes sure he leaves a mark. I laugh. He whispers in my ear “This is going to be fun.” He pulls back as my hands fold in my lap and his hands slide down my legs to my calves. I don’t want you like a best friend I place my hand under his chin, tilt it up and kiss him. Only bought this dress so you could take it off Taron winks as he lifts the bottom of the dress over his head. He put his hand on the back of my calf and begins. He starts at the top of my knee and leaves a trail of kisses. The lyrics Inescapable, I’m not even gonna try/And if I get burned, at least we were electrified/I’m spilling wine in the bathtub/You kiss my face and we’re both drunk/Everyone thinks that they know us/But they know nothing about - he scoots closer to the chair.

Someone shouts “I think he got lost in there.” Someone else shouts “He ain’t coming back.” Everyone laughs as my face goes red. I put my hands over my face, smile and shake my head. Taron reaches the garter but takes his sweet time. I lean my head back and laugh. He kisses my thigh all around it. I feel his teeth on my skin as the garter begins sliding down my leg. By the time the song got to Take it oh, ha, ha, ha-ah, he comes out from underneath my dress with the garter in between his teeth. Everyone cheers. I clap and cheer. I sing Carve your name into my bedpost I stand up and whisper in his ear This dress so you could take it off

Taron takes the garter from between his teeth, wraps an arm around my waist and holds it up in the air. He whispers “Don’t mind if I do.” Everyone cheers again. The DJ stops the song and tells the single guys to get on the dance floor. They stand on one side of the dance floor while Taron stands on the other. I stand behind him, kneeling on the chair and place my hands over his eyes. He slingshots it into the crowd and the guys dive for it. I remove my hands and wrap my arms around him so they rest on his chest. Taron wraps his hands around them as we watch. Everyone is laughing at what is unfolding. One of the guys holds up the garter as the winner and everyone cheers.

The rest of the night was filled with dancing, drinking and all around good time. It was finally time for Taron and I to depart the Reception. I grabbed my shoes and Taron’s jacket. We said our goodbyes and gave one last thank you to everyone. We might be a little tipsy so we helped each other out of the room. We made it to our suite. Taron picked me up bridal style and helped by opening the door. I dropped my shoes and his jacket at the door as we began our wedding night.

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[cleoselene]

I’ve got a 2 month free trial of Apple TV and I’m making my way through the small but good catalog.  Watched both seasons of The Morning Show, hate that Jon Hamm is apparently going to be a thing in season 3, especially as a rival to my man Billy Crudup.  Crudup forever.

Also watched (and LOVED) Severance.  Great series.

The first two episodes of Silo were DYNAMITE and then it kind of ground to a halt for the next two episodes, but it’s getting better.

Watched all of Black Bird with Taron Egerton.  Dude playing the serial killer was AMAZING, like, fucking terrifying.

I watched one episode of Ted Lasso and idk... I didn’t even really crack a smile, let alone laugh?  I’m not sure a kindly wholesome white southern gentleman goof is the hero I want to root for lmao.  I feel like Ted would probably attend Joel Osteen’s church and picket Planned Parenthood more likely than anything.  Maybe it’s been overhyped to me.

The Michael J. Fox doc was excellent.

Started Loot, it’s cute.  I think i’ve watched like 7 episodes?  It’s not AMAZING but it’s charming.  

Gotta check out Desert Oasis, someone recced it to me.

[golden-risuto]

After so many years, I finally came with a fursona design that will stay!

Auburn Rochan

"Reborn from the mud, like a lotus flower~"

Nicknames: Abbie, Ro-Ro, Burnt @$$.

Species: Soay Sheep mixed with Red Deer.

Build: Chubby/Curvy, average height (5′4″).

Occupation: Child Social Worker and Artist/Writer.

Elemental alignments: Earth and Water types (Most common combo)

Song: I'm Still Standing · Taron Egerton

Background:

After escaping from what it seemed to be an Earth cult along with her dad and siblings, Auburn was left with the good ol' question of  "What am I going to do with my life?" once her family settled down in a safe place. She enrolled herself in the career of physiotherapy for a while until she realized that it was not what she wanted, but still desired to help others through her occupation. A legit crippling feeling of despair came by, until the social worker career was mentioned while she temporally served at the Lotus Scouts... The rest is story.

As a character, Auburn is passionate, reserved, stubborn as a mule from time to time, and committed to helping others, sometimes forgetting that she needs to care of herself first even as an adult. Since childhood, Abbie took heavy interest on the space, the ocean and what could be out there during those sheltered years... Not that she is able to remember a lot, it is more of a chaotic series of events than a structured timeline, gotta love the loss of memory data.

Nowadays, Auburn lives in a apartment complex along with the fam and a huge diversity of furry people, from small rats in the last floors to huge Elephants in the first ones. When the family has free time, they usually have a plan to go outside and enjoy what the nature has to offer while they stay very far away of others and the noisy town that sometimes can be waaay too much. You may think "What is the strange thing that Auburn carries?" Well, it is a small orb that mimics natural sounds (Ex: Water waves and effects of wind in the trees) and other soothing sounds that was especially created for neurodivergent individuals whenever they felt overwhelmed by squeezing it a bit... But sure, that does not stop neurotypicals to buy things that were not made for them, F.

The storyline of .:In A Modern Land:. takes place in the present timeline and while it may considered to be the most peaceful of the arcs, it does not mean that is drama-free... I just need to write more of it first since the previous arcs (.:CoM:. and .:HK:.) influence this one, haha.

Special Info:

- Auburn can't stand pasty rice since it reminds her of worms, which makes it impossible for her to shallow. Not only that, but sometimes she feels grossed out by some weirdly-textured foods and clothes, the latter leaves her feeling like she has ants walking under her fur and that itself caused many issues with her mama, who loved to buy clothes without asking her to try them first.

- She adores swimming, especially if it is far away from the town and concetrated in natural areas. There is a lotus flower in consideration due to its symbolism of rebirth, because that is what she felt after leaving that cursed place and because tattoos were considered taboo, like a final middle finger since they have no control over her and her decisions anymore.

- Her stimmings consist on: Cracking joints, shaking a leg while sitting, bouncing and jumping, pacing, flapping her fingers like they are bird that is flapping when nobody is present due to the embarrasment that it could bring, and sometimes repeating the last word that another person said whenever she realizes it or not. Those "behaviors" were unnaceptable and she stopped doing them to avoid trouble back then. However, it was very hard for her to concentrate if she did not engage in at least one of her stims.

- While reserved, when she finds the motivation, she can ramble about a lot of things, they can range about totally normal things to... Uh, girl wtf???

- She hates alcoholic drinks, not because she feels superior to those who drink, but the sheer fact that it does not taste good for her. Also, she can't help, but roll her eyes when she hears the "When are you going to striaghten your hair?", she loves her curls, thank you very, very much.

- Despite being reserved, she likes to be part of a small community of scouts. She found a great friendship in a Sabertooth who is the daughter of the leader, both of them are different personality and species speaking, but they get along just fine. For some reason, Auburn is drawn to befriend the types of people who were unnecessarily labeled as evil in her past, as time passes by, she cares less and less about her ooutdated teachings. Nevertheless, there are some bias that she still need to work on.

#furry #Furry Art #furry sheep #furry character #fur #fursona #fursona oc #fursonaoc #furry community #furry fandom #furryfandom #furryart #infj #infjmbti #infj mbti #bisexual #genderfluid #asexual #graysexual #greysexual #bi #backstory #story #furry story #reference sheet #referencesheet #oc #myoc #originalwork #throughthelotuspath

[theshadowsfm]

faceclaims for selkies?

[cracks knuckles] i have been waiting for this question... right off the bat, i think laura harrier, jeong yunho, and nicola coughlan would be amazing but i think courtney eaton & taron egerton would work too!

#appless rp #oc rp #supernatural rp #paranormal rp #scifi rp #answered

[softnsquishable]

I made a thing...

#this is when music comes in handy #i knew they were both hitting a b #and as soon as i heard ethan i was like #wait #but that's #elton john #taron egerton #rocketman #rocketman edit #rocketman crack #ethan #ethan nestor #crankgameplays #edit #unus annus #taron egerton edit #taron egerton crack #unus annus crack

[avegetariancannibal]

Hannibal: “God forbid we become friendly.”

~~~meanwhile in heaven~~~

Archangel: “So are you gonna forbid it?”

God: “Ehhh sort of.”

Archangel: “What… does that mean?”

God: “I’m gonna have them become… EROTIC!”

#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal crack #taron egerton #I’ve decided his Elton John in that gif is god for this post

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

#defy

We saw the pap shots. We wondered about it. We asked for it. We wept when it didn't come.

And now, almost two years later, here it is: the Calvin Klein Defy campaign, starring everyone's favourite Scottish bitch in double denim.

Now, you know me and @its-a-soft-science: when an ad campaign starring the boys comes out, we have to write something silly and sexy about it.

So, here it is (well, the first chapter, at least).

#defy (read it on AO3)

#defy #richard madden #taron egerton #Madderton #crack fic #fic #writing #fic writing #madderton fic #rpf

[triggerhappyflyboyy]

spot the differences similarity.

#last gif makes me soft #aint he cute #i noticed he would do this if he cracked up laughing in several videos so #here you go #halle berry #kingsman #pedro pascal #oscar isaac #poppy delevingne #taron egerton #triple frontier #star wars #the mandalorian #kingsman: the golden circle #boyd holbrook #narcos

[sunonyoreface]

Routine Examinations Pt5 - Jimmy Keene - Black Bird Imagine

Hi there, this story is loosely based off the Black Bird series starring Taron Egerton as James Keene. Although the series is based off real events, this story is not and deviates from the show’s plot.

Summary: You’re a doctor working with the FBI, your new patient: Jimmy Keene.  

Word count: 5746 (its a long one!)

Pairing: Reader x Jimmy Keene

TW: angst, prison environment, mention of insulin injection, assault, SA, use of knife, panic attack, blood.

The guard hasn’t even reached the door when his radio starts going off in a frenzied panic. He’s not Nelson nor is he Carter. I don’t ask his name because he’s definitely introduced himself before, but I can’t remember it for the life of me. 

“Ma’am is it okay if I step out for a moment, something’s going on at the guard station,” there’s an uneasiness to his voice as he stares down at the radio attached to his belt. Multiple voices yell out code numbers to each other and despite having worked here long enough that I should know at least some of them, I don’t.

“Of course,” I smile politely. It saves me the awkwardness of asking him to leave. The officer doesn’t shut the door tight on his way out but it’s closed enough that I don’t bother to fix it. I’m already sitting in front of Jimmy anyway.

“That’s a little strange don’t you think?” He’s on edge. How could he not be after yesterday’s beating and Carter threatening to flag him as a snitch.

“Every day is a strange day in here,” I reassure him. The cuts on Jimmy’s face already look better. The night at the infirmary did him well. The bags under his eyes have shrunk and he looks more awake. Don’t get me wrong, he still looks like hell, but at least more rested.

“I guess,” he mumbles.

“Let me see your neck. After yesterday my main concern is making sure the wound doesn’t reopen,” Jimmy shuffles closer to the edge of the chair so I can get a better look at the scar. His knee rests between my legs as I sit on my rolling stool. As I lean in to get a closer look, his leg accidentally presses against my inner thigh. I try not to think of it as I check the butterfly bandages. Then, I lightly dab a salve onto the area to ensure it doesn’t dry out.

When I pull away, I notice Jimmy isn’t looking at me. Instead, his gaze is cast downwards at our intertwined legs. I allow myself half a second to indulge in the same view, but then the movement of his head draws my eyes upwards. He finally meets my gaze. It’s heavy and when he presses his knee harder against my thigh, I know that there was no accident. His touch has been intentional from the start.

But neither of us gets the chance to say anything. Jimmy’s head darts up when someone sprints past the door, their heavy steps thundering down the hall.

“Was that a C.O?” he asks. I turn to the door, having missed them fly by.

“I don’t know,” something starts to buzz in the back of my mind. It’s been almost ten minutes and the officer in charge of Jimmy still hasn’t come back. I break our contact to peek around the cracked door. The guard normally posted at the front of the infirmary is gone. Jimmy was right.

“Was it?”

“Yeah,” my mind wanders to the different possibilities. It must be urgent because he is never supposed to leave his post without a replacement. Now four inmates are left unguarded out there. Although they’re heavily injured and cuffed to their beds, so they won’t be going anywhere.

I twist the lock on the door handle and head for the landline. Jimmy watches as I call both guard stations and neither pick up. My lips purse in frustration.

Nevertheless, I head over to Jimmy again.

“You haven’t shared much about Hall these last few days,” I start.

He ignores my prompt. “Something’s wrong, Emma,” Jimmy’s voice is tight. “I think you should hide somewhere, in the supply cabinet, under your desk. Somewhere.”

“Jimmy, do you know something?” I ask.

“Why would both guards leave?” he emphasizes. “Something isn’t right.”

“It’ll be fine,” I say, but just as the words leave my mouth a new pair of footsteps run down the corridor to the infirmary. They’re different from the guard’s: lighter, quicker. Two excited, muffled voices carry through the brick walls.

Then, there’s a knock at my door. It’s polite and innocent enough. But, it’s not how a guard knocks. No gruff voice follows, announcing they need to take an inmate back to their cell. Instead, a heavy silence takes over the room. Each side of the door patiently awaits a sign of life from the other side.

“Get under your desk,” Jimmy whispers. The urgency in his voice is clearer than ever.

I take his warning one step further by first sliding off my heels and then pulling a scalpel from my supply tray before finally crawling under my desk. I pull my office chair as close as possible to provide extra shelter. I’m covered from Jimmy’s perspective, but anyone who crouches down or walks behind the desk will see me plain as day.

There’s another knock, louder this time.

“Doctor, there’s an emergency! We need medical assistance as fast as possible at the guard station!” My stomach drops at the giddy, shrill voice.

“Don’t respond,” Jimmy’s voice is barely audible. But I didn’t need him to tell me that much.

The doorknob starts wiggling. A pit forms in my stomach as the quiet sounds of metal clinking on metal fill the room.

And then the lock pops and the door swings open. Two inmates stand in the frame. One of them, Moe, whom I treated two days ago for multiple stab wounds to his shoulder, was set to be released this afternoon. He stands short and stocky next to the lanky man beside him, Ralf, if I’m remembering his name properly.

Ralf holds himself as though he isn’t 100% human. He’s gaunt and almost looks like one of those praying mantis insects with their long limbs and beady eyes.

“Oh,” Moe mutters. “Why didn’t you say you were here?”

The question is directed at Jimmy as the stocky man pushes his way into the room. Ralf follows a few steps behind, but he doesn’t take much interest in Jimmy. No, Ralf is more interested in my medical supplies, specifically whatever might hide in my cabinets.  He heads straight for the fridge by the door, but is going to be disappointed to find blood and stool samples.

“Thought you guys might be guards,” Jimmy deepens his voice, playing up the tough guy reputation he seems to have built for himself.

Ralf giggles to himself at Jimmy’s comment. “Nope, no guards around here anymore.”

“By yourself?” Moe mumbles.

“No,” Jimmy hesitates. “The doctor was here, but she went out almost at the same time as the guard. Something about disinfectant.”

‘Ohh,” Moe pauses for a moment, thinking about Jimmy’s answer. His feet scuff on the floor as he moves around the patient chair.

Ralf slams the fridge door shut, rattling the containers inside. He moves to the first of two cabinets. Inside are cotton sways, bandages, wraps, syringes, ointments, and disinfectant, but no pills, which I’m guessing is what he really wants. What little medication I keep on hand is securely in the cabinet behind my desk. In direct view of where I sit now.

“Ya know,” Ralf sniffs. “We didn’t see no doctor on our way over. Did we Moe?”

“Just a couple of guards,” Moe’s muffled voice bounces off the walls and rings in my ears. I feel my heart racing in my chest as if it’s going to take off and leave me dead on the floor.

“You said she needed disinfectant?” Ralf asks.

“She said it,” Jimmy’s tone is short. “Not me.”

“Funny,” his voice trails off. Ralf reaches into the open cabinet and pulls out a handful of disinfectant wipes. He drops them on the floor. “Looks like she’s got plenty of those,” he grabs another handful, tossing them onto the ground. Then another. The tiny packets skid across the floor. One slides under the desk right next to my foot.

“You calling me a liar?” the tension rises in Jimmy’s voice

“Ain’t calling you anything buddy,” says Ralf.

Moe leans in close to Jimmy, real close. Too much for someone he just met. Probably too close for someone he’s known for a while. The proximity makes Jimmy visibly uncomfortable as he leans away. “Do we have a problem? Why don’t you back up a bit?”

“Want your cuffs off?” Moe asks, once again mumbling.

“I don’t know man, what’s in it for you?”

“Just one thing,” Moe pauses, his voice clear for the first time since stepping into my office. “Where’d she go?”

“I just told you.”

“No, you didn’t,” says Moe.

“I can take another peek, but I’m pretty sure she ain’t laying beside those pigs out there,” Ralf chimes in.  I can see the bottom of his shoes as he walks away from the cabinet. He carelessly steps on the disinfectant packets. The pit in my stomach grows. Does that mean they’re dead?

“So, where’d she go?” Moe is getting impatient now. His voice is higher, tighter, I can hear the annoyance from across the room.

Ralf has nowhere else to check except for the last cabinet. I hug my legs closer to my chest as he approaches the doors. My fingers nervously twist the scalpel. The weapon is of little reassurance to my situation. If Ralf turns around now, I’m dead.

He pulls on the door and it swings open with ease. I forgot to lock it. I should be embarrassed I forgot to do something so important, but right now that's the only thing keeping his attention away from my desk.

“Bingo!” Ralf sings. He fills his pockets with pill bottles, carrying enough painkillers to take out a whole block.

“Is she still here?” Moe whispers to Keene.

Jimmy doesn’t respond, but that seems to be all the confirmation he needs.

“Ralf.”

“Just wait,” his pockets are bulging with bottles as he reaches for more.

“Where?” he asks Jimmy again, his voice low and eager.

Ralf turns to snap at him. That he just needs to wait another minute and they’ll check the supply room down the hall. But the words never leave his mouth, because when Ralf turns around to look at Moe, his eyes land directly on mine instead. And if I thought the grin on his face couldn’t get any larger, I was wrong.

“Guess,” he giggles.

Moe’s eyes widen as his laughter also begins to fill the room. My mouth runs dry and my heart feels like it stops beating completely. In the background, I hear what might be Jimmy’s handcuffs rattling against the metal bar. Moe rounds the corner of the desk to see if Ralf is telling the truth.

Ralf reaches for the arm of the chair to pull it away.

I don’t wait for them to yank me out screaming. I lunge at Ralf, scalpel ready, and plunge it into the hand wrapped around the chair. The blade cuts through his hand and into the foam underneath, but I don’t stay to see his reaction. In seconds I am sprinting for the door until I step on a pile of disinfectant packages. My foot loses traction as I slide and get knocked off balance. It doesn’t stop me, but provides just enough time for Moe to wrap his arms entirely around my body and yank me back towards my desk. I thrash against his snake-like grip but that only causes him to constrict his arms even tighter.

“Let go!” I scream at him. My voice cracks in desperation. I take a swing and land it square on Moe’s head but he acts as though I completely missed.

“You fucking bitch,” Ralf seethes as he approaches with the bloody knife in hand. Thick, red liquid flows from his hand, down his elbow where it drips onto the floor.

“Stop!” Jimmy shouts as he strains against his cuffs locked around the metal rail. He leaps from the chair and puts all the pressure he can on them in an attempt to break them.

Moe flips me around and pushes me onto my desk. Papers chaotically fly everywhere as he swipes them off the surface.

“Get off!” I spit at him. The sharp edge of the desk jolts into my back as he bends me over the top, leaving my stomach exposed.

“You’re going to fucking regret that you little bitch,” Ralf’s venomous words are filled with spite. His eyes bulge from his head as he leans in. I freeze in fear, too terrified to move. Meanwhile, Moe suggestively presses his groin into me as his heavy breathing turns to deep chuckles.  

In the background, I hear Jimmy heaving against the chains. The large chair is anchored to the ground like the ones you’d see in a dentist’s office, but that doesn’t stop him from fighting it. The metal groans against Jimmy’s strength and all I can do is pray it’s enough.

“It’s been so long since the last time,” says Moe. Bile rises in the back of my throat at his words. A cold blade presses against my lower stomach. Ralf traces the knife along the hem of my blouse before he lands at the bottom button. Moe watches him carefully. “Do it,” he breathes.

“Is that what you want, doctor?” Ralf teases.

“Fuck you.”

“You will,” his shit-eating grin grows as he cuts off the first button. Then the next. And the next. Tears well in my eyes as more buttons follow and my top slowly falls away, leaving me exposed. In the background, I can faintly hear the groan of metal under too much stress. “There we go,” he says as the last button falls to the ground.  

“Oh, boy Ralf,” Moe’s grimy hands wander up my stomach. “You always have good ideas.”

“Don’t you know it,” he drawls. “But I don’t think we’re done yet,” Ralf raises the scalpel again, this time pressing it to the skin just under my collar bone.

“Please don’t,” my voice cracks as he presses the blade harder into my skin. Blood spills down my chest as he cuts a long gash.

“Not such a bitch anymore,” Ralf smirks. Moe spreads blood around my chest as his hands grab at my skin.

“Please,” it’s barely audible as tears stream down my face. But then a sound off to the side of the room catches my attention. Something metal snaps in the direction of the patient’s chair.

Out of nowhere, Jimmy comes hurdling across the room. He throws fast, deadly punches at Ralf, causing blood to fly from his face as his nose snaps and his lip splits. He goes down fast as Jimmy relentlessly beats on him. Ralf wheezes as he takes hit after hit with no time to recover.

At the same time, I feel Moe’s hands tighten around me in panic. He doesn’t know what to do. But then in another split second, he is off of me and out the door in a panic. Moe leaves Ralf behind without a second thought.  

“Jimmy,” my shaky voice does nothing to shake him from his violent trance. “Jimmy!” I shout.

He whips around. His face is red from exertion and there’s something different about his eyes. He straddles Ralf, who lies on the ground barely conscious. Blood covers the surrounding floor.

“Get him out of here,” I turn around to look out the window. I don’t want to see what Jimmy does with him but I can hear his body being drug across the floor. I feel awful. Ashamed. Exposed. Terrified. And I can’t stop the shakes from taking over. Fuck.

I jump as the door slams shut. Jimmy pushes the industrial metal fridge to block the entrance.

With the fridge securely pressed against the door, it’s almost impossible for anyone to get in. We’re trapped here for better or worse. 

He rushes across the room to my side.

“Emma are you-” Jimmy reaches out, his arm beginning to wrap around my shoulder in an embrace. 

“Don’t!” I shout louder than I meant to. I instinctively flinch away from him and even once I put a meter’s worth of space between us, it’s not enough. 

“I’m sorry,” regret is evident in his soft voice. He didn’t mean to and I know that but I can’t help my reaction. 

“It’s fine,” but I don’t feel fine. Nothing about me is remotely fine. My skin feels like thousands of fire ants have claimed it as theirs. I can’t get the feeling of the inmate’s forceful hands off my mind. Can’t clear my head of the unspeakable things that he planned to do. That he came so close to accomplishing. 

My chest feels tight and my heart aches. It’s like the air I’m breathing isn’t making it to my lungs. My mouth feels dry. The type of dry that only happens when you’ve been working outside in the mid-August heat for hours with no water. The room feels ten degrees warmer than it was five minutes ago yet I’m shaking like it’s the middle of winter. I’m quick to jump to the conclusion that I’m having a heart attack but experience tells me otherwise. 

My vision starts to go spotty as I head for the corner of the room. I just need to sit for a few moments. To clear my head. To breathe. 

“Jimmy?” I’m almost gasping for air. 

“Are you alright?” he asks with furrowed brows. “You’re really pale,” he steps closer but is overly cautious about invading my space. 

“Can you get me some water?” 

If he responds I don’t hear him. My vision is spotty, leaning on the darker side. I’m panicking and need to regain control before I cause myself to faint. My anxiety normally doesn’t get this bad but today hasn’t exactly been normal. 

In the background, I hear the tap running. I press my head against the cool brick wall as I sit on the laminate floor with my arms resting on my knees. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Fine,” I mumble. “It’s just a panic attack,”

“Just,” he huffs in disbelief. 

 Jimmy watches me with worry etched on his face. I don’t want him to know how awful it feels. “I’ll be fine. Always am.”

“Do you need anything else?” He asks. 

“Just some quiet.”

He takes a seat several feet away from me against the wall, copying my position. I slowly sip my water, paying attention to the feeling of it coasting down my throat. To the soft sound of the fan blowing in the corner of my office, sitting untouched by the intruders. I ignore the muffled crashing sounds that can faintly be heard through the brick walls, instead focusing on the warm light that shines through the windows casting itself on our legs. I listen to his breathing. It’s deep and strong and faster than normal. We’re both still recovering from what happened. But he’s otherwise completely quiet; respecting my wishes without any complaints. I have his immediate support. 

Slowly my vision completely returns and the shakes seem to dissipate. The room doesn’t feel so hot anymore. 

When I look over at Jimmy, he’s quick to meet my eyes. He was waiting for something, a signal of some sort to know I’m alright. 

“More water?” he whispers. 

“Please,” I hold out the paper cup. His index finger brushes against my pinky when he takes it from my hand. I could’ve gotten up and filled the cup myself, but he looks relieved to have a job. 

When Jimmy hands me back the cup I notice the cuts on his wrist from the handcuffs. He strained so hard against the metal to break free that it scraped his skin raw. I can’t imagine how bad it stings right now.

The water is cool down the back of my throat. Jimmy doesn’t sit back down. He stands as he watches me finish the second cup. 

“Better?”

“Yeah.”

“You should let me fix that up,” he motions to my collarbone. It had been the least of my concerns up until now. I didn’t even notice the thick trail of blood seeping from the gash. Now it throbs. The red heat seems to spread from the wound down my chest as the blood soaks my once nude bra and slashed blouse. My mind was too clouded before to notice how exposed they left me. A wave of vulnerability washes over me. 

I divert my eyes and pull the other half of my top over my chest to cover my bra. “It’ll be fine.” 

Jimmy catches on to my body language right away. “Here, I’ll give you my shirt, but you’re bleeding a lot. We should do something about that.”

He’s not even done talking when he slips the blue shirt off and passes it to me. The rough fabric’s warm in my hands. 

“Thanks,” I say as he stands across from me now in his undershirt. The bruises from yesterday paint his arms and upper chest a variety of painful colours. 

He’s right. I am bleeding a lot. And I don’t know how much longer we’re going to be here and how much more blood I’m going to lose. But Jimmy doesn’t need to be the one to patch me up, I can do that all on my own. 

“Where do you keep those butterfly things?” he’s already searching around the room. 

 “The bandages?”

“Those.”

“They’re in the far cabinet,” I say as he moves to rummage through my supplies. I replace my torn blouse with the standard blue prison shirt. The bottom hem falls well below my waist and the already large neckline barely stays on my shoulders. It’s still miles better than what I had before. The fabric smells of the prison’s standard detergent, but it also smells distinctly of him: clean and masculine and of something earthier I can’t quite depict. It’s a comforting scent that now completely engulfs me. 

“Here,” he speaks to himself as he pulls out a sealed bag of bandages and disinfecting wipes.  When Jimmy turns around, he does a quick once over of the shirt, his expression almost completely neutral but I don’t miss how his shoulders shift as he deeply inhales. 

He crouches down in front of me on the laminate, placing the packets just to the right. I tense at our proximity and it doesn’t go unnoticed. 

“Jimmy,” I wait for him to look up. “I don’t need help. I’ll fix it myself.” 

His brows furrow and he looks to the floor in search of an answer. The moment stretches on becoming borderline uncomfortable. He considers his words carefully. “I would never hurt you Emma,” Jimmy murmurs. 

“It’s not that, it’s just…” I trail off at a loss for words. Because it is that. I know it’s an unreasonable fear because he’s done nothing but help to protect me. But at the same time, is it such an unreasonable fear after everything that has happened today? I’m scared of where it could go if I let him get that close. Of where I would want it to go. 

“You’ve done so much for me already, I just want to return the favour,” earnest eyes are back on mine. 

“You’re not in some kind of debt to me, Jimmy.”

“Please just let me help you. That’s all I want,” I search his blue eyes for any trace of deceit, but there’s none, only concern. 

“Okay,” I nod. 

We both let out a sigh of relief. The tension between us easing, just a bit.

He shifts to sit back on the floor, positioning himself so he has easy access to my chest. 

“Will you hold these?” Jimmy asks as he passes me the disinfectant and bandages. I cup them in my palms on my lap so he can grab them any time. He clears his throat before asking “Emma can I move your shirt?” 

“That’s fine,” I nod in response. He’s slow with his movements as if I’m an easily spooked horse. Jimmy’s large hand reaches up to the neckline of my shirt and gently pushes it off my shoulder. It falls effortlessly, already too big for me. The air feels cold on my exposed skin. I can’t control my heart rate from picking up again. 

I study him closely. He sits with his legs crossed in a position that makes his posture look bad. With him closer, I get a better look at the injury on his neck. It’s healing, but the fight today probably tore at the bandages. The kind of strain it took to break the metal bar would’ve been immensely painful for him. Yet, his neck wound didn’t reopen which is a good sign. 

The cuts on his cheek haven’t opened either but his lip isn’t so lucky. A small smear of blood tells me it was bleeding not too long ago but has probably stopped by now. 

The bruises on his face are deep blues and purples and while his black eye isn’t nearly as swollen as yesterday, it could use some ice. It hurts just to look at him. 

The veins in his forearm ripple as Jimmy reaches for the disinfectant in my hands. He rips open the packet to reveal the tiny white cloth.  He uses the first cloth to wipe the fresh blood off his knuckles before grabbing a second packet.

His movements are hesitant. He knows what to do. It’s fresh in his mind after watching me yesterday. But Jimmy lacks experience in dressing wounds. He doesn’t know how to properly clean a cut or apply the butterfly bandages. His eyes shift between the gash along my collarbone and the cloth in his hands. His Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. Jimmy’s unsure, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting to help. 

His strong hands are surprisingly delicate as he uses the disinfectant wipe to clean the area around the wound. His eyes are constantly flickering up to mine, ensuring he hasn’t hurt me. 

I draw in a sharp breath when the alcohol touches the cut. 

He pauses immediately. “You good?”

“Yup,” I muster through a clenched jaw. 

Jimmy pulls on his bottom lip with his teeth in concentration. When he finally releases, blood rushes to the area turning it a dark pink. 

I’m still staring at his lips when he asks how to apply the bandage. When I finally meet his eyes something in them darkens. The air is still and I can feel when he suddenly inhales deeper than before. 

“Place one side of the bandage down before you pinch both sides of the cut together and apply the other half,” My voice is hoarse, quiet. 

He reluctantly presses the first half of a bandage onto the skin just under the cut before leaning in real close to study the area. His cool breath fans across my bare shoulder and down my chest. Jimmy’s brows furrow in concentration. His eyes so focused, that they don’t notice anything but the soft skin under his calloused hands. Something in my stomach flutters as his gentle fingers pinch the wound together and press the other half of the bandage into place. 

We’re both completely silent as he applies the second and third bandages. 

“I think we’re done,” his voice is hardly above a whisper. Jimmy traces his thumb along my collarbone just above the wound, causing the small hairs on my arms to rise. His touch is light and careful. I watch his eyes follow along my bare skin until I’m staring into pools of blue. I involuntarily draw in a breath. My mind is humming and my body has awakened. The world is unmoving except for my heart hammering in my chest. 

“Thank you,” I find myself at a loss for words. His fingers continue to lightly trace back and forth along the tender area. 

“You don’t have to thank me. I owe you.”

“Not after today, you don’t.” 

“I’ll always owe you, Emma, I’ll never be out of your debt for your kindness,” his eyes search mine. There’s a sense of urgency to his words. A desire to be understood. 

“It’s just my job, Jimmy.”

“It’s more than that,” he’s right. From the moment he stepped through those doors it felt like more. As much as I’ve tried to remain professional our relationship has grown past that. 

“Do you, uhm, want ice? For your eye?” I stumble over my words. “Or your wrist?”

“They’ll be fine,”

“Because there probably some still in the fridge, I doubt it’s melted yet,” he’s so close; my thoughts are getting twisted with his earthy scent. 

“I don’t want ice, Emma,” he’s closer than ever before. I can feel the heat off his skin as his chest brushes against my own. Our breaths intertwine as the space shrinks and the tension grows thick. His hand brushes up the base of my neck, leading a trail of pleasure up to my jaw where he gently cups my face. 

“So, what do you want?” I murmur, my eyes on his provocative lips. 

“I think you know,” his voice is low. Every sensation feels heightened. All I want is to feel his skin on mine. “But only if you do too,” he searches for any sign saying otherwise. 

“More than I should,” I lean in, brushing my nose against his. I long for a deeper connection with him, to know him entirely. 

Jimmy dampens his lips. His eyes are darkened by desire. I graze my hand up his hard arm, over his broad shoulder, past the bruises and around the back of his neck. I don’t know who leans in first. It all happens so fast. Adrenaline floods my veins. His hands feel so good as they travel across my body, landing in my hair. His fingers lace through the strands as he gently pulls at the base of my roots. 

He’s passionate and intense but takes his tantalizing time exploring my mouth. Jimmy traces my lips with his tongue before slipping it in. He pushes as I pull. Then we switch in harmony, the playing field completely even. 

Jimmy presses his body into mine. The softness of my figure moulds against his sturdy frame. I feel so tiny in his arms. They’re solid and safe and I know if anyone were to break through that door, they would do anything to protect me. Jimmy wraps around me like a suit of impenetrable armour.

The world disappears as the lines between who is who blur. There’s something visceral about our desire, something so desperate and innate. 

All I want is to disappear into him completely, but then he pauses.

There’s a vulnerability in his eyes as he pulls away. I know how awful a place like this can be. How isolating and dehumanizing. How lonely and deprived. Jimmy looks tired. He looks beat and drained. The job he’s tasked with is almost impossible. 

My fingers trace along the bags under his eyes, up his cheekbones, and down his ear. A deep sigh escapes his swollen lips. 

Jimmy parts his lips as if to say something, then changes his mind. He presses his forehead against mine with closed eyes. It feels so good to be this close to him. To feel his hands as they rub the side of my thighs for comfort. But I can tell in this state of vulnerability, that his mind has drifted elsewhere. 

“I don’t know if I can do it,” he whispers as his head moves to the crook of my neck.

“Don’t think like that, Jimmy,” I bring a hand to the back of his head, lightly petting his soft hair. “If anyone can, it’s you,” His heart pounds against his chest. I can feel the thrumming as my palm presses against his grey shirt. He doesn’t realize how strong he is. 

“You don’t know that,”

“I do.”

He breaks away from our embrace in search of the truth. Am I just telling him what he wants to hear or is there any substance to my words. His eyes carefully examine my face. There’s not a single lie or half-truth to my words. I believe them fully. 

I grab his large hand in both of mine. “I do.”

His shoulders soften when he sighs, nodding his head in acceptance. My words are enough, for now. 

On the other side of the brick wall, a storm of footsteps approaches the infirmary. A loud knock thunders against the door. 

“Dr. Green!  Are you in there?” A commanding voice shouts through the door. 

Every part of my body freezes. Jimmy’s eyes widen slightly. I can’t bring myself to respond to the man on the other side of the wall. 

“Doctor, we will break this door down if we do not receive a response,” I hear the muffled voices of more men. I wonder how many there are? 

I allow myself one last moment of uninterrupted silence with Jimmy. My palm cups his cheek, thumb lightly brushing across the day-old scar. His hand wraps entirely around my wrist. Jimmy guides my hand from his cheek to his lips, his eyes never leaving mine. 

He presses one last tender kiss where my wrist connects to my palm. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” His soft words vibrate against my sensitive skin as his breath fans down my arm. 

I try to smile. To hide the disappointment I’m feeling. Not because of him or his actions, but because of our situation. If only things had been different. If only we met somewhere else. Somewhere innocent. When I look at Jimmy his eyes are sad. They’re longing for something more.

“Tomorrow,” I repeat. 

I break contact. This is too much. It’s all too much right now. The only thing I can do is clear my voice and call back to the officers. 

“I’m alright! I’ll unblock the door, just give me two minutes,” I don’t have a chance to attempt moving the fridge. Jimmy’s already on it. When it’s mostly out of the way he rushes for the chair, slipping his cuff back around the broken metal rail and adjusting it so the officers won’t notice it’s broken. 

I’m about to let them in, my hand rests on the flimsy handle lock ready to flick it open. I steal one last glance at him. 

Jimmy eyes crinkle as he smiles at me. He winks as if everything’s alright. And for a moment, everything is. 

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