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uselesssomebody · 1 year

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tmr thomas x fem!reader smut where they're a couple, make it to the safe haven and they've been trying to have their first time together but they keep getting interupted until one day when they finally can.

and its just fluffy n stuff

𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 - thomas (t.m.r.) x reader

complete masterlist | the maze runner masterlist

words || 𝟛.𝟚𝕜

summary || in which the reader and thomas try to have their first time together - but keep getting interrupted

a/n || i have not read/watched the maze runner in forever

➵ i hope you like this @marmar-c it was a fun request and apologies for how long it took to come out

➵ 18+/MDNI content, individual warning below the cut

➵ not edited (yet)

➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff/smut

➵ unprotected p.i.v.

➵ orgasm denial (because of interruptions)

➵ oral (m receiving)

➵ handjob

➵ cum (tell me if i miss anything)

thomas was an early riser - whether it be to get an early head start on the maze in the past, or simply to enjoy the solitude that morning bought when he wasn't bombarded with the onslaught that were the other gladers - their fights, loud voices and boisterous actions.

now, though, he didn't enjoy them alone. instead, he would make the short trek out of his room to the adjacent one of his girlfriend, where he'd always find her sleeping soundly, curled up under her covers, even in warm weather.

he'd close the curtains for her if she'd forgotten, to shield her from the upcoming sunlight, and would choose whichever side she was less splayed across - a feat, as she really enjoyed stretching her body to its limit to fit each crevice of her bed - before slipping in beside her.

he'd take a moment to appreciate the soft, warm feel of her flesh against his own - usually bare or only lightly-clad - chest, wrapping a large hand over her midsection, and pushing her hair away from her pillow gently, greeted by a whiff of a distinctly sweet, almost floral scent.

he wouldn't sleep - he usually couldn't, once he'd already awoken - so, he'd allow his breaths to slow to match hers, he'd allow his muscles to relax against her, and allow his eyes to close, focusing on the effects on his other senses.

she could tell when he'd come, as the skin of her midsection would grow warmer, and she'd feel the back of her calves and feet entangle with another's. she wouldn't allow her eyes to open just yet, but would turn over to face him, wrapping her own arm around him. he felt so hot against her - a goddamn furnace - and she brings her head up so her nose grazes his own.

"hey." he mumbles, a whisper in the space between them

"g'd morning." she mumbles back, not moving her lips much and leaving her words a bit garbled. she brings a hand to her eyes to rub them, willing them open and hoping she didn't look too groggy.

she did, of course, making thomas exhale a laugh.

"you're so cute," she smiles, knowing that he's not being sarcastic.

"why, thank you." it's a jokingly dramatic response, and she finally pulls herself up a little, smoothing her hair and rubbing her eyes, "what time is it?"

"too early," he answers, pulling her back down. she laughs at the aggressive action, pulling away from him just slightly in order to look at him.

he always looked his best like this: still-there bed-hair and that morning calmness that came with no impending responsibilities. it was a good look on him, and she makes this clear, tilting up just slightly in order to bring her lips to his.

it's soft - but only for a moment - before a sense of desperation weaves through the both of them and, suddenly, she's gripping his biceps and he the flimsy material of her sleep-shirt bunched around her waist.

they didn't get many moments alone like this, but that worry that someone may walk in on them had stopped them from going much further than any above-the-clothes touching. besides, their lives had been so hectic until now that the simple pleasures of life were things they hadn't completely learned.

today, though, the throbbing between both of their thighs: her at his firm grip and him at her swallowed moans, had culminated in that lesson being necessary. her hand ventured down his torso, settling on the waistband of his trousers, not even bothering to take them off, and slowly reaching her fingers under them, feeling his warm cock jolt at her touch.

he detached from her, his head thrown back as he attempted to be quiet.

"fuck, baby-" he's got this apprehensive look in his eyes, but she needs this so much, letting her hands gently squeeze and release.

"please? please, lemme make you feel good - i just-" she doesn't finish, cut off by his vigorous agreement. smirking, she uses both her hands to grip his pants, pulling them down just enough to expose his cock to her. she traces her fingers up and down his length, feeling the telltale sign of his arousal on and over his tip. his shaky breaths right by her ears spur her hands to move just that bit faster. she's tempted to slip the covers off of them and go the whole way for the first time, and his lips on her neck to subdue his noises were definitely not deterring her from that plan.

what did deter her, however, was the sharp knock on the door, causing her to wrench her hand away and squeak in shock, as thomas attempts to not lose the friction of her hands, his hips bucking as he tried to chase the feeling.

"is thomas in there?" minho's voice is muffled, but obvious, through the door, as thomas's head tips backwards, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.

"yeah - yeah, minho. s'everything alright?" she says it back, her hand still suspended in the air, embarrassed at being interrupted.

"breakfast's ready - get it while it's hot!" another voice - a female voice - shouts through the door in a way where it's obvious she's walking away - going to eat, presumably. she finally lets her tense muscles relax in the knowledge that it's not an emergency. she's almost inclined to slip her hand back under and finish the job, and when she looks over at her boyfriend, he seems incredibly interested in the idea, but a better plan springs to her head.

"we should get going, baby. they'll get suspicious." it's a meek excuse, but it's solidified by her rising from bed, causing him to groan, and follow her lead, pulling his clothes over himself.

blue balls didn't even begin to describe the tension that coiled in his muscles as he meekly sat down across from minho. he felt as though every sense was heightened, like when he'd jumped at a quiet clatter from inside the kitchen. his friends all watched over his antsy behavior, unsure of the reason for it.

on the other hand, his girlfriend - sat next to him - knew exactly what was wrong, and she used it to her advantage, by being more touchy than usual. a hand on his arm, or around his shoulders, or on his chest as she rose to get some water. it's like she'd left hand-prints in his already warm skin. it came to a head when the hand she'd already precariously been resting on his knee started venturing higher, trailing along the inseam of his pants.

he tries, god, he tries to ignore it, but it's all too much when her finger finally rests over the head of his cock, her palm encompassing him.

he chokes on his sip of water, causing it to spill all over him, and minho's eyebrows immediately furrow.

"you alright, man?" her hand's out from under the table, and is resting on his bicep.

"yeah, babe, are you feeling okay?" he glares at her, jaw clenched and eyes narrow. she looks back up at him innocently, though he can see the ghost of a devilish smile dance on her lips.

"'m'fine. just gonna go change." his food is practically untouched as he raises from his seat, hoping his situation isn't particularly obvious, as he heads back in the direction of his place. minho turns to her, a bit confused by the abrupt nature of his actions.

"'s'he okay?" she shrugs.

"maybe he slept wrong?" she pauses, contemplative, before raising up as well, "i'll go check on him." minho watches as she walks off as well, still a bit confused, before turning to gally, sat a bit away from him, who had an almost sour expression on his face.

"what's wrong?" why was everyone acting so weird today? minho thought, as gally looks at him incredulously, shocked he doesn't realize what was happening between the couple.

"you-? you know what, it's nothing. don't worry about it." it's dismissive, but minho shrugs his shoulders, figuring it was, in face, nothing.

in that time, she's knocking on his door, and, as soon as he realizes who it is he pulls her in, pushing her until she's facing his bed.

"fuck, what're you doing?" she mumbles, and he sighs.

"finishing what you started, baby." she smiles, looking back at him, before turning around.

"well, if you wanna finish, let's start here-" she lowers to her knees in front of him, and his head rolls back at the sight of her in the position. her fingers greedily clutch at his waistband, pulling his pants and boxers down in one motion.

he's aching, she can see it in the way his cock's pulsing, as she takes him in her palm, slowly - tortuously - stroking him as his hands weave through her hair. she can feel the lightest push against her head - to the point where he probably didn't even realize the action - and succumbed to his untold request, moving her head forward to gently wrap her lips around his tip.

"just - shit, just like that, baby." her tongue traces his head, as low moans escape him. she hums around him - something akin to a 'thank you', but all it translates to is increased sensation on his cock. his head tips back at the feeling, and his hand grips her head a little tighter, pushing her down a little further. she lets him, stilling her movements to focus on his guidance. he moves her head up and down his length, her tongue poking out along its underside, languidly lavishing the area, "you're so good - fuck me, you feel really good-"

he doesn't hesitate to continue praising her, before gently tugging her down and holding her there. immediately, her fingers reach up to grip his thighs, feeling the light - and then more serious gag at the sensation. he takes another moment to appreciate the pretty sight in front of - or under - him, before releasing her, letting her off her cock and allowing her to take deep breaths to account for her lack of oxygen.

"get up here for me, baby." he practically orders, taking her by her arms and helping her up, lightly pushing her against the bed, "first time - i'm not finishing in your mouth." she smiles, whole-heartedly agreeing with his plan, as she felt her own core throb with a need for friction.

he pushes her so that she's sitting on the bed, and, just as he goes to lay her down - there's another knock at the door.

"thomas - you said you'd help with fixing that problem on the east side." it's minho - again - calling thomas for, admittedly, a project he had signed up for the previous week, fixing some construction issue or something on the east side of the haven. admittedly, it'd seemed important work - until now, "we needa fix it quick, man - apparently it's gotten worse." thomas is literally stopped in his tracks, until she taps on his thighs, about chest level with her, essentially reminding him to get ready instead of staying still.

"c'mon, baby - go on." she mumbles, as she also rises, pulling her hair back. she waits as he gets ready, leaving the room and greeting minho - with a tone of voice that is a little distraught - making her smile.

on the other side of the door, minho's a little exasperated.

"how long does it take to change?" thomas looks confused, before remembering his lackluster excuse, and coughing.

"i - just tell me what the issue is, yeah?"

over the day, she'd continued with her own work, as thomas had continued with his. of course, both of them had been a bit distracted the whole day - unable to exactly focus when remembering what was waiting for them back home. their states were obviously noticed by the people around them - with both their friends stepping around them with quirked eyebrows or concerned impressions.

finally - believing he might actually be feeling ill - minho simply shrugs, telling thomas that maybe it'd be best he go back to his and sleep the day off. thomas was a little hesitant, but finally agreed - he wasn't exactly the biggest help in this state.

as he headed back, he swung by where she was, muttering a quick greeting to the others also working. she'd been taking a small break to clear her head of - well, the person now standing in front of her. her face lights up at the sight of him, wrapping him in a hug - though he's a little sweaty from his work earlier. one of her friends, in a similar manner to minho, urges her to head on home, and to pick up again the next day - a offer that she almost meekly accepts.

finally, the both of them are walking back towards her place.

she's got a bit of a pep in her step, and it makes him smile, his muscles aching - from his work, or from this morning, he wasn't sure - yet he knows exactly where her energy's coming from. she steps into her place, and he's right on her heels, pushing against her back as she laughs, trying to slip her shoes off as his hands relentlessly wander her body. finally, as she rises, she grabs his loose shirt, pulling him into her, capturing his lips against hers. he smiles into her mouth, and she hums contently - having a distinct feeling that it was the day they'd actually go all the way. her hands trail under his shirt until she pushes off of him for a moment, grabbing the bottom of the shirt and pulling it up and off of him. he smirks at her eagerness, but before he can make a dumb comment, her hands are at his trousers, gently tugging them down his legs. his hands join hers without a second thought, helping her get them the rest of the way down.

she can see him, hard against his boxers, and, after pushing him so he's laying down on her bed, she appreciates the way he looks - a little desperate, a lot pretty. he reaches for her hips, but she steps back, and a strange - almost garbled - whisper of indignation leaves his lips. it makes her lips quirk into a smirk, as she slowly begins taking her clothes off - each with weighty effort and a teasing smile. it doesn't defer him - as his eyes follow her movements greedily - but it definitely piques his excitement much more effectively when she finally places her thighs on either side of him, straddling his own. his hands reach up to grip her hips, guiding them down to rub against him, enjoying the slight buck of her hips, and the small noises leaving her mouth.

finally, she pulls his last article of clothing off, procuring his cock - thick and heavy - in her hand, languidly stroking him, causing his grip to tighten. she smiles against him, contemplating teasing him further but, feeling her own need, she decides against it, choosing to sit up a little higher on her knees instead.

"ready?" she mumbles looking down at his length as she attempts to situate herself correctly. maintaining her balance as she does, he hums in response, nodding as much as he can while keeping his eyes glued to her face. he can see the slight stress occur to her when she feels his cock against her, and he rubs his fingers against her lightly.

"'re you - want me to help?" she thinks he's asking if she needs to be taken care of and - though it wouldn't hurt - she's too desperate to finally feel him inside her to wait much longer.

"n-no, i wanna feel you, now." the admission makes him exhale lowly, appreciating her appreciation, and he lifts her ass up to help her hover over his cock. she can feel his head at her entrance so, taking a deep breath, she sinks down.

she's watching his anticipatory face fall into one of pleasure, and he's watching the same occur on hers - but there's that hint of discomfort that she desperately trying to ignore, stilling as her ass reaches his hips and attempting to adjust.

"'re you okay, baby?" he's massaging the expanse of her thighs and hips, trying to focus on the fucking amazing feeling of her, but also on relieving as much of the pain as he can. she's got a light wince on her face as she nods through gritted teeth.

"yeah - fuck, yeah - just give me a minute." he reassures her with short mumbles and loving phrases, hoping it was doing something to help. after another couple of moments, she breathes deeply, nodding at him lightly, before gently placing her hands against his shoulders.

she pushes up using her thighs, not loving the feeling of emptiness, in that half moment, before she sunk back onto him, releasing a small, gasping moan at the sensation. he looks up at her as she slowly repeats the action, grunting at the feeling of her cunt around him. she looked good like this, situated over him, desperately trying to both make him feel good, as well as to chase the newly-realized sensation she was also experiencing. wanting to return the favor, he grabs the bottoms of her thighs, easing her effort and pulling and pushing her with just that bit of fervor that forced him deeper inside her. she could feel him brushing against something that was making her twitch, her head falling back at the sensation as she tries to muffle her moans with one of her hands. unable to comprehend the feeling alongside moving her thighs, she slows her pace, but he didn't.

he pulls her to be situated with her face over his, hands more tightly clutching his shoulders, before he begins thrusting up into her with the newfound space. he keenly watches her face fall into a shocked pleasure, a loud moan falling from her lips at the newfound intensity and speed.

"oh my god - baby - fuck -" she's mumbling into the small space between them, desperately trying to explain how good he was making her feel, but the words escaped her, as her mind blanked at the sensation. it's spurring his thrusts on - moving that much faster, that much harder to make her fucked out nature more pronounced. it worked, as evidenced by her loud noises - ones she couldn't even think about trying to keep contained when he was making her feel like this. she can feel the feeling in her core begin to yearn for some sort of release, and she attempts to communicate this to him. it's not a great explanation, but it's more than enough for him.

"please - god, please, cum for me, baby - i want-" he wants to feel her orgasm as much as she does - anticipating the way her body would still, her face would contort, and her cunt would feel around him. she nods desperately, feeling the knot snap as the sensation of her orgasm washes over her, making her cry out over him.

he watches her, and it's as pretty as he thought it'd be: her mouth falling open and brows furrowing, her muscles tensing, and her cunt fluttering around his cock.

the feeling prompts his own orgasm as, after a few thrusts, he's pulling out of her, his cum glazing her stomach as a low groan escapes him. she gently sits back against his thighs, taking a moment to collect herself and catch her breath, as he does the same.

finally, she pushes off of him, reaching the bathroom to take a shower. he follows her after a moment, gently placing a kiss to her head.

"that was - was good." she hums in agreement, letting the water run behind them.

they both failed to realize the acoustics of the area, not realizing that the noises of their coupling had reached some of the others - maybe most notably, minho.

he sits, red faced, eyes wide. when gally notices his expression, he laughs.

"see what i mean?"

#tmr thomas #tmr thomas oneshot #thomas x reader #thomas oneshot #thomas imagine #thomas smut #thomas fluff #the maze runner #the maze runner oneshot #dylan o'brien #interruptions

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possibility221 · 8 months

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Elementary Sherlock and Joan: Interrupted conversations

Episodes 2x13, Season 3 episodes 4, 10, 10, 15, 15, 16, 16, 17, 18.

I redid my very first gif set (from Oct. 2015) to fix the text framing issues.

#Elementary #Sherlock and Joan #joanlock #interruptions

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loliwrites · 1 year

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Loli! May i please request where Addi and Alex are having starting to have some sexy time and one of their young kiddos run into their room? Thanks!!!!!

Hey Hunni Bunni 🐰 This (and others) have been sitting in my inbox for awhile, huh? Just haven't been too motivated to write lately -- the A&A universe isn't hitting like it used to (and I wish it was).

HOWEVER, we can thank an Instagram video for this because it made me think about this request and how funny/awkward/uncomfortable this would be.

It's been AWHILE. Between having two newly mobile kids and their crazy work schedules, neither of them can remember the last time they had a night to themselves, let alone a night of intimacy. It's like they've been working in different operating systems -- things aren't working. Alex will feel up to the task and initiate but Addi's had a full day of herding children and being touched and prodded and she just... wants not to be. So she brushes him off. Or she's feeling in the mood, and Alex wants so desperately to appease her (and himself), but his anatomy physically fails him. And they're really starting to wonder when things are going to click again. So much so that they carve out time in their joint calendar. Give themselves a WHOLE HOUR labeled for "sex".

And that worked. They saw it in the calendar that morning and it was like something they were working towards. A reward if they could make it through the day. From the moment Alex got home, despite there being a few hours before the planned event, he doted upon Addi and flirted. He stood beside her and kept his hand on her ass while they chatted as she finished up dinner for the kids. So by the time they'd finally gotten the kids to bed, and were back in the privacy of their own room, there wasn't anytime wasted.

The past three hours had been a form of slow foreplay and it was almost as if Alex had planned it being that way so no time would go unused for the main event. Their clothes were off in a matter of moments and Addi swore she heard more than a couple seams rip in their haste.

It couldn't have been more than a few minutes since they'd closed their bedroom door that Alex was on top of Addi and pressing himself into her. She winced and shut her eyes, and did her best to release the tension she was carrying in her body. Alex buried his face in the crook of her neck and released a deep groan. When he managed to sink in to the hilt, he bit into her shoulder at the feeling of her body squeezing around his length.

"Goddamn, you feel good," he pulled his head back and whispered in between the time it took him to reach her lips for a long, searing kiss.

She whimpered into it as he began thrust in and out of her, and she almost found it embarrassing that had she wanted to, she could've come then and there. It almost made her miss all the times before, when their sex-life didn't have to be planned out. They could do it any time, any place, when the urge struck. The living room floor, the kitchen counter... she remembered more than a few on the balcony which had surely given the neighbors a show. But their lives didn't afford that level of spontaneity. Passion was now planned.

"Harder," she panted and tugged at the hair at the nape of Alex's neck. "Give it to me harder,"

He did so without contemplation. Snapped his hips forward with purpose until Addi shrieked, her body inadvertently working itself away from him. Alex grabbed both of her wrists in one of his hands and forced them above her head. He smirked and gave her another strong thrust in, much to the same effect.

"Don't sneak away from me, kid," he circled his hips deeper until her body was writhing and she was biting into her lower lip to stifle her yelps. Alex released her wrists and sat back on his knees, his thrusts becoming shorter but not any less deep. He took her hand and pressed it over her lower abdomen, just below her bellybutton. "Feel me all the way up here? Look at you taking all of me like a dirty, little whore,"

The moan that erupted through Addi's chest reverberated through the room. Alex grinned and leaned back down over her. He cupped his hands over the top of her head and buried his face back in her neck, close enough so he could whisper obscene things into her ear.

"Whose dirty whore are you? That's right, you're mine,"

"Gonna come all over me?"

"Come on and I'll go down on you. Lick every last drop up until you come again in my mouth,"

Addi was howling. She was trembling and convulsing, doing her best to string together sentences. But mostly she was just moaning and seeing bright spots in her vision. And then the one thing that had the power to take things, which were at 100, all the way back down to 0...

"Mama, mama!" a little voice grew louder, presumably running down the hallway. Their bedroom door nudged open and the tiny kiddo, stood in the doorway crying, "mama. mama,"

They both looked over the little toddler, rubbing his eyes with the back of his fist. And they both tried to ignore the fact that Alex was throbbing inside of Addi. Alex tugged the bed sheet a little further up to make sure their waists were covered from sight. But shortly upon entering, the kiddo ran up to the side of the bed, tears still pouring from his eyes, his little chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He clawed at the side of the bed, a temperamental beg to be lifted onto it.

"What's going on, bud?" Alex kept a firm grasp on the sheet. The little one's clawing was threatening to pull it down and expose them.

"I heard mama screaming and--and--," his chest bounced in between sobs, "and I thought she was hurt. And no one was answering me," he cried a little harder.

Addi twisted her body and reached out for their kiddo. At the same time, Alex slowly unsheathed himself from her and they both tried to keep their faces as stoic as possible. Though once he'd pulled out of her, and Addi was left with an enormous feeling of emptiness, she looked up at Alex sorrowfully. She lifted the little one up into bed, helped by Alex since she was at an awkward angle. Once the kiddo was sitting on the bed, Alex slid out of it and made off for the dresser.

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey. That must've been really scary for you," she brushed her fingers through his hair when he nodded. "Mama's not hurt,"

"Then why were you screaming?"

Alex made it back to the bed. He'd already put on a pair of underwear, but he handed Addi a pair of his boxer briefs and one of his shirts. They glanced at each other, unsure of how to answer that question. So Alex crawled back onto the bed and pulled their son back into his chest. He kissed the top of his head and stared at his woman as she slid on his shirt and underwear.

"We were playing around, bud. We thought you were sleeping." Alex hugged the little one but the tiny nugget wiggled out of his arms and crawled back to Addi.

She took him into a hug and rubbed his back. "I'm sorry we scared you,"

"Did papa hurt you?" he sniffled, collecting himself.

"No, papa didn't hurt me," she reached for Alex and coaxed him closer as if to prove to their kiddo that his father hadn't done anything wrong. "I'm okay. See, I'm not hurt," she waited for him to nod. "Can I take you back to bed?"

When he nodded, she did just that. Alex re-positioned himself in bed, turning onto his back with one arm tucked behind his head. He stared at the door thinking if there was a way to salvage their night. Probably not, and he figured it'd be another night of him finishing himself off in the shower. Addi came back into the room and shut the door behind her again. She peeled Alex's shirt off and strode back to bed, gently collapsing onto it and crawling her way up to Alex.

"You're too loud, pretty mama" he murmured with a smile.

"It's not my fault," she slapped his chest playfully. "Your dick's too good, daddy," she dragged her hand down from his chest and to his crotch where his underwear was doing its damnedest to keep his hard-on contained. She curled her fingers around it and squeezed softly, "do you want to continue?"

"Do you?"

Addi shook her head softly but still got up as though she were going to change positions and get between his legs, "but I can get you off? Shouldn't take more than a few minutes," she winked.

Alex grinned and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her back down against his chest, "that's okay, I'll just do it in the shower." He looked at her as she tilted her head to the side, "I'm sure."

She nodded and tucked her fingertips beneath his underwear, inching it down until she freed his member and gave him a few gentle strokes. "I'll wait up for you. We can cuddle when you come back?"

"Yes, please. Definitely," he pecked her lips and got out of bed.

He ditched his underwear on his way to the bathroom and before he disappeared out of sight completely, Addi watched him stroke himself a few times. His head rolled to the side and she caught one last glimpse of him as he pulled open the shower door and stepped inside.

#asked #anonymous #naughty al #papa al #alex skarsgard drabble #alex skarsgard imagine #alex skarsgard #interruptions

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ayla-elle · 1 year

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I sat out on the shady porch

Notebook open, pen in hand.

My mind a mesmerising maze

Inspiration on demand.

I wrote a little poem about

A calming summer storm,

I enjoyed it so very much

I couldn’t wait to write some more.

I turned a page & started.

At first I wrote a single line

But I had made a grave mistake,

One I’ve made too many times.

It was sat just next to me.

I nearly forgot it was there,

Until the thing began to buzz

And I couldn’t help but stare.

A flash of light & up it popped.

Just a single notification.

I took the moment to answer

But then grew my irritation.

Again I picked up my pen

But realised staring at the page.

The grand performance had concluded

And motivation had left the stage.

#writers blog #poets on tumblr #thoughts #writer #poetry #writing #writers on tumblr #first draft #deep thoughts #why #turn off your phone #interruptions #fun #so annoying #why do I do this to myself #send help

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witch-of-fanart · 1 year

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Meeting the Father page 36

and her answer is .... DAMMIT MAN LET HIM TELL WHAT HAPPENED, and clearly the Judge is fully invested in this story.

#meeting the father #powerpuff girls #gangreen gang #ace ggg #becky oc #becky's dad #malcolm parker oc #judge #popcorn #interruptions #malcolm paused the story #right when it was getting good

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cilldaracailin · 1 year

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You’re My Best Friend

Hello my Tumblr Lovely’s

Here is the next part in the Robyn and Taron story :)

Love Suze xx

“I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!”

Opening her fridge, Robyn was trying to think of what they could make which would be an easy breakfast and while she would have loved to have made waffles for Taron, something quicker was a better choice.

“Right so what are we having?” Taron asked as he walked into the kitchen, fully dressed back in his shorts and t-shirt from the day before. He stood beside Robyn looking into the fridge. “You waiting for the food to talk to you?” He joked.

“Trying to decide what to have.”

“You got eggs?” He asked.

“Always.”

“Poached eggs and toast sound good to me.” Taron closed over the fridge. “I will do the eggs if you want to look after the toast.”

“Yes sir.” Robyn fake saluted him. “Can I also be in charge of potatoes?”

“With you being the only Irish person in this room, I would never dream of touching a potato.”

Robyn gave Taron a gentle but playful push and the two worked away at making themselves a late breakfast or just lunch because it was near one thirty when they sat down to eat outside. The day had a little bit of heat and it was warm enough to take advantage and sit outside at the table, taking up the same chairs they always sat in. Taron had made himself some tea, while Robyn stuck to orange juice.

“So, we can bake after this right?” He asked, buttering his toast.

“We can bake anything you want.” Robyn replied. “Once I have the ingredients.” She added quickly.

“I will stick with the chocolate muffins.” He said dipping his toast into his egg.

“Chocolate chocolate?” Robyn asked.

“Chocolate chocolate?” Taron confirmed. “But we can add white chocolate chunks just to add some colour.”

Robyn grinned. “Quite the baker now, aren’t you?”

“Learnt from the best. Robyn these are delicious.” Taron scooped up another forkful of the potatoes. “And not just potatoes by themselves.”

“You said you’d leave the potatoes to the Irish person so I added rashers to them too with a little bit of onion. It’s kinda like the breakfast we have had before.”

“This is just as good, even better.” Taron spoke with a mouthful.

The finished off their breakfast and took their all too familiar positions of washing and drying the dishes at the sink, including the ones from last night. Counters wiped down and kitchen tidy, Taron then took Robyn’s hand and led her to the stools at the breakfast bar, taking a seat and gesturing for her to sit beside him.

“Before we get into baking, I think we need to have that chat.”

Robyn had been swirling in her chair but stopped and gave him a nod. “Yeah, we do.”

Taron reached for her hand. “I know what I want to say and it is going to be very quick so if it’s ok, I would like to go first.” When Robyn covered his hand with her other, he took it as a yes to start. “I don’t know what is going to happen here and I have no idea how we are going to make it work but I what I do know is that I love you. Very much and that while you already gave me my heart back, you have held it in your hands since you first came to visit me in Aberystwyth because that is when I realised that I loved you. Robyn, even my mother knew it then.” He gave her a little smile. “She told me I was in trouble and she was so right.” He half grinned her way. “I have no idea what tomorrow will bring for us let alone when I leave but I am going to put everything I have into me and you because this is what I want more than anything. To be with you and I don’t care what anyone else thinks, except you because you mean the world to me. What we have as friends will always be with us, no matter what and like we said last night that will never ever change but I really want to give us a go Robyn. We owe it to that spark we have always felt. We deserve to be happy and you make me so happy Robyn.” He reached up to gently cup her right cheek. “And not just ‘cos you bake me cookies.”

Robyn quietly laughed. “So, no cookies is a deal breaker then yeah?”

“Most definitely.” Taron whispered as he learned his head to her and captured her lips in the lightest of kisses.

When he moved away, his hand was still on her cheek, Robyn’s eyes were closed and she licked her lips. She sighed and opened her eyes and Taron was still so close to her. She moved a little closer to him so her forehead rested on his. “You know I will never ever not bake you cookies.” She shook her hand from his and rested her hands on his face, moving back so she could take in his beautiful green eyes. “I want everything you just said. You. This, whatever it will become because I love you too and yes, my mother seemed to know too.” Robyn lightly rubbed his nose with hers, her voice a little troubled. “There is so much that comes with this for us.”

“Forget the media, the fans. They don’t matter to me. You do and you know I will always protect you Robyn.”

“I absolutely know that.” She sat back on her stool. “Being a friend is so very different to dating.” She said in a low undertone.

“Robyn…” Taron used his hand to lift her chin as she looked to the floor. “Starting as we mean to continue, remember?”

She sighed a little. “I feel like a broken record but everyone has just accepted our friendship because of how we met but will that change if our relationship changes?”

“Excuse my language here but Robyn who gives a fuck. You make me so happy. I know when I come to see you that you are safest place in the world for me apart from being with my family. That when you come to see me, I am literally bouncing with excitement and I hope that…”

“I feel the exact same way.” Robyn confidently replied.

“Then forget about it all Robyn. It’s you and me. It has always been you and me.”

“I don’t want to have to hide us.”

“We won’t.” He took her hands and gave then a tight squeeze. “I am all in Robyn and want you by my side as you always have been. They will talk anyway. They always do just this time they will just be right. I won’t let anything stop us from giving this a go because I know it is going to be the most wonderful and exciting and fun experience with you.” He gave her forehead a kiss. “But I do understand if you don’t want to go public. It can be frightening in any capacity.”

Robyn shook her head. “I am ALL in.” She firmly said to him. “If you are walking a red carpet and want me by your side, I am right there with you. I will not hide how I feel about you because I feel so much for you and you are the most important person I have in my life who makes me feel loved, safe and so fecking happy Taron. We don’t know how we are going to work it out but we will. When you leave, sure it’s going to be shit but we have done it as friends, I know we are going to be able to do it when dating.” She chuckled. “Dating. Gosh it’s like we are teenagers.”

“Kissing like them too.” Taron laughed, giving Robyn some wet kisses, both laughing together. Their kisses turned a little deeper as Taron got to his feet, Robyn stretching up to meet his lips. “Cariad, I can’t say what will happen when I leave on Monday but I promise to love you, look after you and be there for you as best I can. I know already it is going to be difficult being away from you but I will do my damn best to make it work for us because Robyn, I need to have you in my life.”

“You have Taron. Always because just as you need me, I need you.” Getting to her feet, Robyn pressed herself right into his body and fused her lips to his, a little moan coming from both of them as lips parted and tongues met.

Robyn pulled away first because she had forgotten how to take in air, completely distracted by just taking in Taron. She brought her hands to his hair and ran her fingers through it, her chest heaving a little as she tried to catch her breath. She gave his head a little scratch, smiling as how he immediately ducked his head for her. After a tiny head massage, she moved her hands from his head to around his back and hugged him. “I want to give it a go Taron. I know it is going to be harder to be apart from each other but we have found a way to do it and we will continue to work it out.”

“We will.”

“And I can still come and visit you and you know you can always come to see me and I am sure we can plan some longer trips together.”

“Hmm…” Taron lightly kissed her neck. “I am glad to hear you say that because I was thinking that after I have finished filming maybe we could do something together. I have some time off and I am pretty sure you have a load of holidays left to use.”

“I do and I love that idea, so much.”

“Perfect. We can make a plan together.” Taron lifted his head to look at her. “I will be so proud to have you by my side as always Robyn as a friend or girlfriend.” A deep beautiful chuckle left his lips. “Well, that will take a bit of getting used to but I like it.”

Robyn scrunched her nose up. “Maybe stick with cariad for the time being.”

“Yeah? Not gonna call me your boyfriend? I think Claire was super excited about knowing you could call me that now.” He winked.

“I knew you heard that whole conversation last night!”

Taron chuckled harder. “It was hard not too Robyn. Your friends are loud!” He smiled at her. “So, cariad, we are kinda official then yeah?”

Robyn couldn’t keep the girly laugh in and nodded. “Yes Taron. We are official.”

Taron sealed their agreement with a kiss. “Hmm we need to tell cwtch.”

Robyn laughed against his lips. “I have a feeling he already knows but there are two people we have to tell first.”

“Our mothers.”

Robyn shook her head. “Close but not quite. Your sisters.” Robyn saw Taron’s head tilt in confusion. “At Mari’s birthday party, Rosie asked me if we were boyfriend and girlfriend and I told her no but if we ever were to become so that they would be the first to know.”

“Well my sisters it is then.”

“And we should probably give Lyndsey the heads up too. I mean…”

“Yeah I guess, she should know.” Taron interrupted her quickly, his voice a little sarcastic.

“Yes as your publicist, she kinda needs to be kept in the loop.” Robyn placed her hands on Taron’s face again, giving his cheeks a soft stroke. “I trust you Taron. I always have since you sat on my couch and had that first conversation with Lyndsey about my name going in the media. For now, it will be me, you, our families and friends and when the time comes, everyone else. We have been seen out together before.”

“Yeah I know.”

“I will hold your hand as much as I want when we are together.” Robyn slid her hands down his shoulders and arms to his hands, linking his fingers with hers. “I will slip my hand around your waist.” Her hands followed her words and moved around his back. “And even get a kiss or two in.” She kissed his cheeks and lips. “Start as we mean to continue, yeah?”

“Definitely.”

“And we already know I am not going to the premier for this movie.” She gave him a tiny smile. “So, we won’t have a public appearance for a long time.”

“Not going huh?”

“Nope. I will not be able to watch this movie, no matter how much I love you.”

“Well I will find something for you to dress fancy fancy for again.”

Robyn smirked. “Stella will have a field day.”

“I believe I picked your dress the last time.” Taron’s hand moved along the waistband of her jeans, slipping the material up so he could get his hands to the bare skin of her back. “Maybe another backless one?”

“I would be just fine with that.”

Taron smiled brightly. “An updo?” He suggested, his face going for neck, his nose brushing her hair out of the way. “Means I can kiss here all night.”

“Then you get to wear a tank top.”

“A tank top?” Taron moved his face from her neck. “What? Why?”

“So I can do this.” Robyn lifted her hand to his chest over his heart. “And I can get to here. If you are wearing a three piece suit, that’s way too many layers.”

His smile was gorgeous as always and his laugh was light. “Stella will not be happy.”

“Meh.”

“Meh?”

“Yeah. Meh.” She kissed his grin. “So we need to make some phone calls.”

“Yeah we do.” Taron lifted Robyn off her feet in a tight squishy hug. “Fuck I would just love a week here with you Robyn. Three days is not long enough.”

Robyn cuddled him tighter. “If you are wishing for time together, I would take two weeks Taron but three days together with no hospitals, no filming, no pool and just us. I think that is the best we could have ever hoped for. We have always wished for time like this together and now we get it and it is fully uninterrupted.”

“Hmm yes because I moved that key.”

Robyn laughed into his shoulder. “You are tosspot.”

“But I am your tosspot.” He informed her, kissing her gently. “Can we leave off ringing my sisters for a while?”

“Cold feet?” She asked.

“No not at all. I just want to enjoy our bubble with just us for as long as we can. Just me and you with no one knowing. Once we say a word, I know the phone calls are going to be endless which I am so happy to take but for now, I want to be selfish and just have you all to myself. You are right. Three days together with no interruptions is always what we have asked for and we got them.” He brushed some loose hair from her forehead. “Even if we can stretch it out until tomorrow, even better.”

Robyn nodded her head in agreement. “I like our little bubble.”

“It’s my favourite type of bubble.”

“Though I do like bubble bubbles too. They are fun to pop and you can get glycerine bubbles which you can eat and they are even more fun to pop and then of course there are bubbles from a bubble bath and speaking of which we still need to run you a bath to use that voucher you brought with you and why are you laughing at me.” Robyn dropped her hands from his back and folded them across her chest.

“You are just adorable when you speak without taking a breath and it’s the cutest thing when you get excited over the simplest things like bubbles.”

“Bubbles are fun.” Robyn replied her arms still crossed.

“Cariad, I know they are.” He pulled her crossed arms open, stepped into her body and wrapped her arms around his back. “And it’s a compliment darling. I promise. Now…” He gently kissed her cheek. “Muffins.”

“Ugh such a one track mind.” Robyn caved to his warmth and hugged him. “But yes, muffins.”

“Woohoo!”

His little cheer was so very cute and Robyn untucked herself from him and taking his hand, led him towards the island. “Let me get the recipe book.”

“You need a recipe?” Taron watched her walk to her book shelf under the fish tank and take out a book.

“For muffins, yes.”

“But they are just big cupcakes.”

Robyn opened the book on the island and searched for the chocolate muffins recipe. “I guess they are but there are differences in the way they are made and the quantities and the baking tin is different too.” She found the page she wanted. “Double chocolate muffins.” She scanned over the ingredients and nodded to herself. “Ok what to you want to be in charge of, measuring or mixing.”

“Mixing.” Taron answered.

“Sure.” Robyn turned around and grabbed her kitchen aid from the counter behind and carried it over to the island. “All yours.”

“And taste testing.” He added, watching Robyn plug in the mixer. “That’s a very important part of muffin making.”

Robyn rose an eyebrow at him, giving him a little nudge so she could set the kitchen aid up so it was ready to go. “Taste testing was not an option.”

“I am adding an extra one. A baker must always taste as he bakes.”

Robyn gave him another nudge, making him move back, and Taron watched as she opened a drawer and routed through it. She closed the drawer once she found what she wanted and turned to Taron. “Well Mr Baker, an apron is a must when baking.” Robyn fluffed out the apron in her hands, laughing at Taron’s face as he frowned. “You want the title of baker, you have to wear the apron.” She walked to him and carefully placed the apron over his head.

“Care Bears?” He groaned as Robyn tied the apron around his back. “Really?”

“Yes really and this is the most perfect Instagram photo.”

“Don’t even think about …” Taron stopped mid sentence as Robyn pulled her phone from her pocket. “Robyn…”

“It’s for my wall.” She replied.

“Just for the wall?”

“Yes.”

“Fine.”

She made him take two as he was still frowning in the first and for the third he pulled Robyn into him. “We can print them later.” She pocketed her phone. “Even though you have taken the job of mixer, which you know the kitchen aid needs no help for, do you want to help me weigh and measure?” She saw his lips lift in a tiny half smile. “But no flour throwing!” She pointed her finger to him. “Not this time. I don’t want to have to clean my whole kitchen.”

“Agreed.”

Robyn stared at him. “You agreed much too quickly to that.”

“Oh no, I am very happy not to have a flour fight today. Just baking and then eating the muffins.” Taron saw the doubt in her eyes. “I promise cariad. Not a pinch of flour will be thrown. I don’t want to be spending the day cleaning either. I would much rather be cuddling on the couch watching TV after this. So, what do we need to do first.”

Together they gathered all the ingredients needed to make the chosen muffins and weighed them out, Taron indeed taking charge of mixing as he watched the attachment go round and round, turning the measured ingredients into a chocolate combination. As he supervised the mixing, Robyn pulled out a chopping board and three packets of white chocolate along with a large knife.

“Oh I can do that!” Taron stepped away from his post and closer to her. “I can cut that up.” He lifted the first white packaging to open it but Robyn took it from him.

“Let me show you a quick way.” She placed the chocolate onto the chopping board, still in the wrapper and picked up the knife. She lay the sharp end of the knife over the wrapper and pressed down, moving down the bar bit by bit until she reached the end. She turned the bar to the left and then did the same thing. “It saves the chopping board getting all chocolate and the bar gets cut up into little pieces while in the wrapper. It does open at one end though but the chocolate normally stays in the wrapper.” Robyn picked up the bar and turning it upside down, let the contents fall carefully onto the wooden boards, small chunks of chocolate falling down. “See? Much easier than trying to cut it bit by bit.” She used the knife to cut three pieces that were still big. “And ready for the mix.”

“Neat little trick.”

“Yeah I use it for when I bake all those cookies for you.”

Taron smiled as he did the other two bars for her and then lifted the chopping board and tipped the white chocolate into the kitchen aid. “Extra important little trick then.” He stretched to put the board in the sink along with the other utensils they had used. “So how long do these take to bake?”

“About twenty to twenty-five minutes.” Robyn turned off the mixer.

“Hey!” Taron turned it on and off again. “My job.” He saw Robyn’s face and bit his lower lip. “Erm your job?” He gave her a little grin. “We are heading into time out territory again, aren’t we?”

She could only smile at him as she shook her head. “Not at all.”

“But close right?”

“I won’t put you in time out but I can put a ban on kisses.”

The gasp that came from Taron was loud and clear. “You wouldn’t. You love them way too much to do that.”

“I adore them but the threat of none makes you behave so let get these filled and into the oven before mischief starts.”

While Taron used an ice cream scoop, Robyn manipulated two spoons and they filled the muffin wrappers in the tray and once all the mixture had been used and scraped from the bowl, they had twelve muffins ready for the oven. Tray popped on a shelf and oven door closed, Robyn hopped up onto the island and picked up the bowl.

“Best part of the baking process. Licking the bowl.” She explained as she dragged a finger through the mix and ate it. “Want some?”

“Of course.” Taron stepped closer to her and titling his head, stole a kiss. “Hmm that’s delicious and so is that blush.”

Robyn had not been expecting the kiss and felt her cheeks flame as his lips left hers, watching as Taron then dragged his finger through the left over muffin mix in the bowl and lick it off. “Really delicious.”

She could see the glint in his eye and that playful smile on his lips as he went to take another taste from the bowl and her stomach was doing the most amazing butterfly dance as he took a third. “Please sir, I want some more.” Robyn said, Taron turning to her with a chuckle.

“More?”

“Hmmm-mmmm.”

Taron stepped to the right, around Robyn’s legs and in-between them. He was holding the bowl but as he brought his body closer to hers, placed the bowl behind her on the island. “Twenty minutes, right? Until the muffins are done?” He whispered in her ear.

“Hmmm-mmm.” Robyn felt a glorious shiver run through her as his voice deepened and his warm breath blew across her neck.

“Fantastic.” The word has barely left his lips as he kissed Robyn, his hands placed on her cheeks. Twenty minutes was so much time to kiss and have uninterrupted kisses and the Welshman kept his kiss firm, his hands moving from her face to around her shoulders and back, his fingers immediately slipping under her t-shirt to get to her skin. Breathing through his nose, he titled his head moving his lips from the right corner of Robyn’s, then to the left, smiling at the tiny moan that came from the woman he was holding. He had been holding in the appreciative noises he had been desperate to make and hearing Robyn’s sweet little whimper made his knees buckle the tiniest bit and he gently swept his lips across hers with a sigh. “Me too cariad.”

Robyn had been taken back a little at Taron’s sudden kiss when she thought he was just going to give her the bowl but his lips were warm and his hands were gently stroking her back and she was melting into him. Yesterday she had been the one taking charge, kissing him over and over but now Taron was kissing her with a longing and hunger and it felt wonderful. She was forgetting how to breathe through the kiss and when he moved to kiss her cheek, she inhaled deeply and the smell of the man who had now moved to her neck mixed with the baking muffins in the oven had Robyn’s body swaying a little, that she reached out to wrap herself around Taron, her legs crossing around his hips, meaning Taron had to step in closer to the counter and her.

Bodies were meshed against each other hard and Robyn found her hands copying Taron’s as she pulled open the bow of the apron strap and pushed his t-shirt up his back, brushing her fingers over warm bare skin, her hands moving as far up his back as she could go.

“A back massage, kisses and muffins in the oven?” Taron murmured against her lips. “You are spoiling me.”

Robyn chuckled as she pulled her face back a tiny bit but kept her lips close enough to his so that a kiss could happen in milliseconds, her hands still deep under his t-shirt, her thumbs making little circles up and down his spine. “I am not too sure some chocolate muffins count as spoiling you.”

“Kisses…” Taron pressed his lips against hers as he spoke the word.

“You are to blame for these ones…” She replied breaking the kiss.

“I take full responsibility for my actions.” He laughed. “And you do spoil me with the most thoughtful things.” His hands moved from her back and he ran then through her hair, pushing it away from her face. “How long again till the muffins are done?”

“About fifteen minutes.”

He answered her with a cute little peck, then resuming his more heated kiss like before. Once again his hands changed position and with them gripping the waistband and belt of her jeans, he tugged her closer to him so she was sitting on the very edge of the counter, his head tilting as their kiss intensified, both sighing hard into each other, Robyn legs tightening around Taron.

He was so thankful for the height of the counter as once again his body reacted to Robyn’s lips, tongue and warmth. He had a need for fresh air, some oxygen and to try and stop the urge to lift her and carry her into the bedroom, Taron gave the side of her lips a kiss, moving across her right cheek, giving her jaw under her ear a soft caress with his lips. Teasingly he made a little trail of wet tiny kisses down her neck, Robyn moving her head as Taron went lower, his nose pushing the material of her t-shirt out of the way so he could kiss her shoulder and along her collar bone.

Tingles of fire filled every part of her and Robyn locked Taron in her legs, so he could not move away from her and while she was trying to distract him by rubbing his back, his mouth was winning and her head automatically lifted higher as Taron’s head ducked lower and his kisses moved from her shoulder and followed the v design of her t-shirt, his nose rubbing over the swell of her chest, right side first and then left. His lips then traced the path his nose had made, leaving the tiniest teasing kisses everywhere his lips touched. The lace of her bra peaked out as he kissed luscious sweet skin and when Robyn inhaled with a little gasp as he very delicately kissed above the cute little bow on her bra, he smirked and did it again.

Taron hadn’t shaved in three days and the rough scruff on his skin was such a new sensation for her after being without a man in her life for years and while it itched a little bit, the gentle kisses he was giving her were like a medicine that cured the prickly feeling. She knew he heard her exclaim when his kisses moved lower, his nose rubbing back and forth over the lace of her bra and she placed one hand in his hair and the other on the back of his neck. She felt the faintest touch his tongue which made her jump, but in the best way and when he did it again, her hands went to his cheeks and she lifted his head so she could just kiss him. While her t-shirt was pulled down slightly in the front, Robyn had Taron’s nearly past his shoulder blades as her hands returned to his back, her finger nails now grazing up and down his spine.

Kisses became more frantic and hands started to roam more freely, both completely lost in each other and Taron went for a second smooch on Robyn’s neck, but this time going straight for that beautiful V, soft and sensitive female skin ready for tasting and touching.

Her head was tilted right back and her hands slid down his back and she stretched a little so she could find the back pockets of his shorts, the same way as he found hers last night and she slipped her hands into both, giving his bum a squeeze. The giggle from Taron was gloriously deep and Robyn felt her eyes starting to roll in her head as he moved her bra strap over her left shoulder and his lips followed as he kissed all the new skin exposed to him.

Both their heads turned when they heard the very loud knock on the door, Taron cursing loudly at the knock and then looking to Robyn after he realised his forehead had hit off her chin when he moved his head so fast when he heard the rattle at the door.

“Shit, sorry.” He placed his hands on her cheeks, his left thumbs stroking her chin. “Sorry cariad. You ok?”

“Yeah I am just…” Robyn’s stopped speaking as the tapping on the door started again.

“Fucking hell.” Taron cursed once more, his head falling back a little before he looked at Robyn. “No interruptions?” He asked.

“I have no idea…”

“Robyn?” A voice called in through the door.

“Oh…” She gave Taron what she hoped was her best apologetic look. “My mam.”

“But the key is gone so we can just pretend…”

“She has a key.” Robyn could feel the frustration building in the man she still held tightly in her arms, her hands still in his back pockets. “She’s my mother Taron. Of course she has a key.”

“But we can be quiet.”

“I may be nearly two weeks out of the hospital but I still get my daily checks and she will come in here.”

“Shit.” Taron’s hands pulled at his hair.

Robyn took her hands from the pockets of his shorts, wrapped her arms around Taron and pulled her into him. “I am sorry but she got a horrible fright when she heard I was in the hospital and she will open the door to come in. She probably thinks I am asleep.”

His sigh was long but understanding and he gave her a squeeze. “So after your friends and your parents, can we expect anyone else?” He asked. “A long lost cousin twice removed?”

Robyn fixed his t-shirt at his back and chuckled at him. “I will run you a lovely hot bath to make up for this, ok? With loads of bubbles and give you a head and shoulder massage.”

The Welshman ended the hug and gave her a smile. “Ok.” He agreed. “But throw in a muffin too.”

“Deal.” Robyn fixed her t-shirt and went to move but Taron stopped her and she rose an eyebrow at him. “You ok?”

He scratched the back of his neck and looked at her through his eyelashes “Not too fast?”

“Too fast?” She repeated. Taron gave her a shy smile and a nod. “Ohhh!” Robyn knew her face blushed again but she shook her head. “Nope. It was the most fun I have ever had while waiting for muffins to bake.”

His laugh was light but the knock came on the door again and his face frowned. “This better be the best bath I have ever had cariad.” He kissed her lips quickly and then lifted her from the kitchen island, making sure he properly fixed her top once he had placed her on the tiles. “To be resumed, once again.”

Taron took off his apron and after he left it on the island, hand in hand, they walked towards the front door, breaking apart as Robyn unlocked the door and opened it to find her mother and father on her door step.

“Robyn! I was just about to get my key out.”

“Sorry mam.” She stepped back to let her parents in. “I have a visitor.

“Oh yeah? Claire still here?”

“Hey Lizzie, John.” Taron gave them a little wave and a smile as he stepped around the door and over towards Robyn.

“Taron!”

The unexpected visitor caused a little excitement and Robyn watched with interest as her mam greeted Taron with a hug and hello but as her dad was shaking Taron’s hand, she noticed that her mam would not meet her eye once she knew Taron was in her home. As Taron and John had a quick chat, her mother was still not looking at her and Robyn continued to stare her way when it clicked suddenly why her mam was acting strange. “Oh my God. You know!”

Lizzie looked to her daughter with a hugely guilty face. “Robyn…”

“How on earth do you know!”

“Robyn?” Taron called her name and took the few steps to come and stand beside her.

“They know about me and you.” She saw the confusion in Taron’s face that she was feeling. She gave her mam a very gently prod. “Explain please.”

“Robyn…”

“Mam don’t even try to deny it. I can see it on your face that you know so you may as well just tell me how you know.”

Lizzie looked to Taron, her husband and then her daughter and knew she had to come clean. “John and I came over last night just before nine to check up on you as we knew you had your friends coming over during the day and when we got here, we heard music. Looking in the window, we saw you and Taron dancing with each other.”

“We have danced together before.” Robyn replied.

“There is dancing and then there is dancing Robyn.” Lizzie laughed. “You were both lost in each other, in the dance and holding each other so tightly. I just knew.”

“Ugh for goodness sake.” Robyn threw her hands up to the sky. “So much for our bubble.”

Taron lightly laughed and wrapped his left arm around her shoulders. “Parents have a sixth sense Robyn.”

Lizzie turned to look at them and her face was filled with joy. “We didn’t want to interrupt you last night so walked away and headed back home. I knew you were in very safe hands with Taron and you didn’t need me coming to check up on you.”

“Lizzie, Robyn asked for a proper explanation.” John gave his wife a light nudge. “You forgot to mention how you went looking for the key under the flower pot to come inside to talk to Robyn and Taron last night but it wasn’t there and I had to convince you very hard when we got home not to get your key to come back.”

“John!” Lizzie’s face reddened, in a very similar way to how Robyn’s did when she was embarrassed. “No that wasn’t the case at all.”

“‘I just want to know!’, I believe were your exact words last night when I told you it could wait until today.” Robyn grinned at her father who gave her a wink. “And look we managed to wait, didn’t we and you still couldn’t pretend you knew nothing.”

“Well John, I… I…”

“Oh mam!” Robyn laughed at her mother and pulled her in for a hug. “Welcome to my bubble.” She took her hands away from her mam and reached for Taron’s hand. “My bubble with Taron.”

“Robyn!” Lizzie looked at Taron and then to her daughter. “Really?”

“Really.” Taron confirmed.

With a little shout of happiness, Lizzie took both Robyn and Taron in for a hug together. “Oh I am so thrilled for you both!” She gave them both a kiss on their cheeks and then let them go. “This is going to be something so special for the two of you.” She placed her hand on Taron’s cheek and smiled at him. “So thrilled.” She repeated.

“Thank you Lizzie.” Taron smiled under her hands. “While I can’t speak for Robyn and I would never ever try, I know I am thrilled too.”

Robyn gave his side a little poke with her right hand. “I am happy too.” Looking to her mam she than crossed her arms. “So you were doing a little sneaking last night yeah?”

“When and why did you move the key?” Lizzie asked her daughter ignoring her question.

“I didn’t move it.” Robyn shrugged. “Taron did. He put it in the fridge.”

“Wait, what?”

Taron looked to Robyn and could see the cheeky smile on her face. “Yeah sorry about that.” He looked to her mother. “Erm, we just wanted a good nights sleep and not be interrupted so I took the key in.”

“And put it in the fridge?” Lizzie questioned raising her eyebrow in the very same way Robyn rose hers.

Taron started to stutter. “Well… I… We… I mean…”

“He was just messing, mam. It was in there about thirty seconds when I took it out. It’s on the counter. We just wanted a decent nights sleep. It has been an eventful day or two.”

“Robyn what are you baking?” Her father asked, stopping his wife from asking another question. He had walked around towards the oven and took a peek inside, the smell of chocolate filtering into the air.

“Muffins. Chocolate ones.”

“Hmm my favourite. Are they your favourite too Taron?” John asked him over the breakfast bar.

“Cookies.” Taron answered with a shrug. “Cookies are my favourite.”

“Good choice but Robyn knows her dad’s favourite are chocolate muffins. Love, these look nearly done. They got long left?”

Robyn glanced to Taron with a little smile. “I’d say about two maybe three minutes.”

“Perfect. Lizzie, tea?”

“Love a cup John.”

“Tell you what Lizzie,” Taron discreetly slipped his hand into Robyn’s and gave it a squeeze. “Why don’t you and Robyn go and sit down on the couch and I will go and help John with the tea and the muffins. I am a baker now.” He smiled at Lizzie. “We can bring over the drinks and muffins to you.” He gave Lizzie a bigger grin. “I am sure you have lots of questions and having already been through this last night with Robyn’s friends, I am excellent at pretending I am not listening in.” He dropped Robyn’s hand and gave her a temple a soft but lingering kiss. “Just call out if you need a rescue cariad.”

Taron strolled into the kitchen, standing next to Robyn’s dad, looked over his shoulder at Robyn giving her a wink, Robyn feeling the blush deeply sinking into her cheeks.

“Let’s go Robyn. I do have lots of questions.” Lizzie linked her arm with her daughter and walked her to the couch, both sitting down and getting comfortable.

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