#taronegertonimagines

[nuggets-and-french-fries]

Hey so I would like to make a request! I love your writing!!!!

Can you write an imagine with Eggsy Unwin getting his ass handed to him by a female villain and then falling for her? Like enemies to loversm

Note: I want to apologize for taking so long with this. I wanted to make sure that I had everything in order for this to flow the way I wanted it to. 

I really hope that you enjoy this imagine. It was fun to write.

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Eggsy Unwin was one of Kingsman’s most valued agents. He was smart, charming and overall badass. His fighting skills were first class except when it came to having to write a report from a mission he had just completed. His first one since his split with the princess.

 It was currently 3am and although people say it’s the witching hour, for Eggsy, it was just a pain in the ass. He was exhausted and all he wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep until next week, so with that, he decided that he’d pack up his desk and return to the report later when he was more rested and feeling like his brain was able to compute the vital information the report needed to have.

 Slowly but surely, both Eggsy and JB, Eggsy’s faithful and four-legged companion, made their way to where Pete was waiting in the taxi that would take them home.

 “Evening Mr. Unwin.” Pete greeted warmly as Eggsy got comfortable.

 “Morning Pete.” The young man corrected. Pete smiled to himself and set out in the direction of Eggsy’s humble abode.

The drive there was a quiet one. Pete focused on driving while Eggsy dozed in the backseat. His eyes way too heavy to stay open for much longer. JB didn’t pay much attention to the men as he focused on all the lights that blurred by.

 “Sir, we’re here.” Pete said, making Eggsy stir.

 Eggsy smiled at the man and thanked him for his services before heading inside to peel his clothes off, get ready for bed and crawl under the sheets.

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 Eggsy instantly fell asleep and was in the middle of sawing logs when a black figure made their way into his bedroom as quietly as they could. There was one problem though. JB.

 The pug wasn’t exactly having the best time getting comfortable in his plush doggy bed. He huffed and continuously stood up to turn his pudgy little body around a few times before laying back down to repeat the steps.

 When the canine realized that he and his human weren’t alone, he got up to investigate only to find that one of the black figures sneaking around was Merlin. JB got excited and started licking the techie’s leg.

 “JB, stand down.” Merlin whispered firmly, after failing to get the dog to go to his bed nicely. JB once again huffed and went back to bed but not before releasing a semi loud and rancid smelling fart.

 The three girls with Merlin wanted burst into laughter but they knew if they wanted to pass this test, they had to remain silent and not do anything to kybosh this assignment.

 “Fucking shite, JB.” Merlin grumbled as he waved his hand in his face to try and ward the smell away.

 At this moment, Eggsy stirred a little and groaned. He could smell JB’s stink bomb, even if he was sound asleep.

 Merlin and his accomplices stood as still as they could as though it would turn them invisible. They could only pray that Eggsy wouldn’t wake yet.

 When the man began snoring again, Merlin looked at the three other figures and gave the nod to keep moving.

 Y/n was the first one to reach Eggsy’s bed. She got the view of his shirtless torso and boy was he hot, even if his mouth hung open with a little drool escaping the gaping hole in his face. He looked so peaceful she almost felt bad for doing this, but it was now or never.

 The woman looked to Merlin and when he nodded, she struck.

 Eggsy squealed like he never had before and even Merlin found it hard not to laugh. It was the girliest scream he’d ever heard and Eggsy would never live it down.

 “Shut it or I shut it for you.” Y/n snapped as she tried to grab hold of Eggsy’s hands. He may have been tired, but he wasn’t too tired to put his fighting skills to the test. He kicked, punched and did everything Merlin had taught him which Merlin felt proud of.

 Y/n was running out of patience. She just wanted to get back to bed so to aid in that, she mustered all her strength into one powerful punch and knocked the shit out of Eggsy.

 “Shut the fuck up.” She said as the man now laid unconscious.

 “Not how I would have done it but good work. Get him to the van before he wakes up.” Merlin praised. The women nodded.

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 When Eggsy came to, he couldn’t see anything. His mouth had a very well-made gag in it, his hands were bound and his eyes, y/n took care of that and placed a good amount of duct tape around his head to make sure the blindfold would be removed.

 “He’s awake.” Rachel said as she looked up from the knife she was sharpening. Jenna nodded and agreement.

 “What shall we do with him boss?” Jenna asked, noting that the man was starting to fight against his restraints.

 “I reckon we remove his tongue.” Y/n said somewhat sinisterly as she approached a struggling Eggsy.

 The man screamed the best he could with the gag in his mouth. Y/n laughed as darkly she could muster and even Rachel and Jenna felt unnerved.

 “No one can hear you honey pie.” She whispered, running her blade along his cheekbone slowly. Eggsy flinched away from the cold metal and attempted to fight again.

 “I wouldn’t do that if you want to live.” Y/n warned. She was enjoying this. It made her feel powerful and in charge.

 “Take care of it.” Y/n instructed as she was supposed to and walked out of the room.

 Eggsy wasn’t going to lie, he was a little scared, but he also knew a few tricks and whoever had him would soon regret their choice to kidnap him. Neither Rachel nor Jenna saw it coming. Somehow Eggsy had managed to free himself and he went full on batshit crazy.

 Y/n had no idea how he’d freed himself, but it didn’t surprise her in the slightest. Merlin had raved about how good of an agent Eggsy was and this was him proving Merlin’s point.

 “Hey, chill mate.” Jenna tried but it was no use. Eggsy took a swing and thankfully she was able to dodge it, but he wasn’t able to dodge the chair that knocked him on his ass. He growled and got back up. Alright, if he wanted a fight, y/n would give it to him. She was known for her fighting skills so bring it.

 Eggsy and y/n spared for a little while longer before Merlin intersected and broke them apart.

 “Eggsy, stand down.” Merlin ordered. Eggsy was beyond livid at this point. He took a swing and hit Merlin square in the jaw.

 “Fuck you, bruv!” Eggsy seethed.

 “Eggsy, that’s enough.” Merlin said as he walked over to the man to remove the blindfold.

 “Fucking hell Merlin. Was this necessary?” Eggsy said as he focused his vision.

 “It was a training exercise.” The Scot answered.

 “For me?” Eggsy asked but Merlin shook his head and motioned for the three women to come forward.

 “It was for them.” Merlin said.

 “Who are you?” Eggsy asked, locking eyes with y/n.

 Jenna took it upon herself to look at Merlin for permission to explain to which Merlin granted.

 “We’re a new branch of Kingsman that Merlin has been working on for a while now. Our mission tonight was to kidnap you.” Jenna explained, adding a shrug at the end.

 “New branch? Merlin what the fuck is going on.” Eggsy demanded.

 “What she’s trying to say is that we are going to be working together hopefully.” Rachel said.

 “So I was the fall guy?” Eggsy said and everyone nodded.

 Eggsy had to admit that he was relieved, but he was still pissed off.

 “You’re all dismissed.” Merlin said, not wanting to discuss anything else.

Jenna and Rachel followed behind Merlin as he left but y/n stayed behind with Eggsy to make sure he was ok.

 “I don’t need your help.” He snapped as he picked up the chair that was thrown at him.

 “You’re just mad you got beaten by 3 women.” Y/n challenged, hoping to get a rise out of him.

 “No.” He said all too quickly. Y/n laughed which added to the insult that Eggsy was easily beaten.

 “Whatever you say, girlie.” Y/n teased. Eggsy whipped around faster than y/n was expecting, and he had her pinned to the wall.

 “Want to repeat that?” He questioned darkly.

 “What are you going to do? Fight me?” Y/n responded.

 “Keep talking and you’ll find out.” He warned. Y/n rolled her eyes.

 “Whatever you say, big baby.” She said.

 As promised, Eggsy got into her face and raised his hand to rest on her neck, but she didn’t budge; instead, she smirked.

 “Come on you little bitch. Choke me.” She whispered seductively as his lips barely ghosted over hers.

 “I’ll do more than that.” He replied.

 “Prove it.” She said before sticking her tongue out enough to lick Eggsy’s lips.

 That was it…

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[imagine-richards]

Hiya Love. Do you write fanfiction for Taron Egerton still? If yes, can you please write an imagine where the reader is about five months pregnant and feels very insecure with how her body is changing and Taron shows her that he loves her and tells her what he likes about each new change she is going through? And if you could make it smutty and fluffy at the same time? thank you so much

I most certainly do! Apologies if anything is off, I did my best to research that stage of pregnancy but I’m not a mum myself! Thank you so much for the request- I hope you enjoy!

Taron practically bounced through the front door of the house you shared, grinning as he held up a box of your favourite takeout pizza, in the hopes that it would bring that smile back he had fallen in love with all those years ago.

“Darling? I’m home- sorry I’m a little late, paparazzi was a state on the way out of the interview place.”

You heard him ramble on adorably as he made his way through the hallway, into the living room, where you were getting far too emotional over the newest episode of Queer Eye and blaming it on your hormones, despite the fact that you had been crying at that show for years.

When your reddened, puffy, tired eyes met his, you smiled… and then the smell of pizza hit you and said smile dropped.

You stood up quick, despite the sore back you had been trying to deal with using a hot water bottle all day, bolting upstairs to the bathroom.

Aversions to pizza: added to the ever-growing list.

You were five months pregnant and the morning sickness hadn’t subsided, all your favourite foods slowly being moved over to the long column of things that made you throw up. Five months in was apparently the time when everything started getting uncomfortable, according to the doctor.

You’re trying your best to be careful as you leant over the toilet, throwing up again. You don’t notice Taron appearing beside you until one hand was holding your fringe away from your face, the other rubbing gentle circles in your back.

“Oh, baby… I’m so sorry… it’s alright, I’m here.”

Taron knew you hated throwing up, so he always tried his best to comfort you and felt absolutely awful whenever it was him who caused it to happen.

Tears brimmed in the corners of your eyes as you sat on the floor, not bothering to get up just yet because your energy had dropped completely.

Taron’s brows knitted together, flushing the toilet and lowering the lid before sitting down on the floor opposite you.

“Y/n? Are you okay, love?”

You nodded, your hair messed up from before and falling in your face as you did so. It was less than convincing, and Taron knew you far too well. He didn’t reply, instead raising his eyebrows.

The questioning look from him was enough to set you off, when you knew you didn’t have an answer for him that wasn’t a combination of all of your worst thoughts over the past couple of weeks. You couldn’t lie to him, you realised, burying your face in your hands as the tears freely flowed down your cheeks.

“Woah, woah… baby- what’s- what’s wrong? C’mere…”

He shuffled across the cold floor tiles until he was next to you, an arm wrapping around your frame as you tried to find the right words.

“I-I just… this sucks! And you’re going to hate me for thinking that this sucks because it’s meant to be the greatest thing ever and I feel so ungrateful but- but it just… sucks…”

“Baby. Baby? Calm down, it’s okay-“

Taron could see that you were getting worked up, pulling you into his hold and pressing a kiss to your forehead while he ran his fingers through the bits of hair that had fallen out of your bun. He did this until you were calm enough to listen properly, gently lifting your chin with his finger.

“Listen to me… I could never in a million years hate you. Never. So you can stop that right now.”

His words sounded like he was telling you off, but his tone was soft, as was the second kiss to your forehead.

“What’s going on, love? You can tell me.”

You sniffled, wiping away the tear tracks on your cheeks, despite the fact that new ones replaced them seconds later.

“I… I just feel so uncomfortable… my body is changing so much and I know it’s because I’m pregnant and it’s supposed to be a good thing but I feel gross. I’m meant to be glowing but I’m just sweaty and veiny and everything aches all the time and even though I’m showing and it’s meant to be beautiful I don’t even look pregnant, I just look fat and- and these stupid stretch marks have started appearing and- urgh!”

You tried to wriggle your head away, feeling pretty embarrassed and Taron’s intense eye contact wasn’t helping. He didn’t let you go, though, pausing for a moment to think of how to reply to your insecurities. His silence worried you. Maybe you were right and he did hate you for it.

“I’m sorry… I-“

“Don’t apologise. But you should know that you’re being absolutely ridiculous.“

He stood, holding his hand out to help you up and your head tilted sideways, not unlike a confused puppy.

“I’m not doing this on our bathroom floor, love.”

You took his hand and he led you to your bedroom, where he laid on the bed and patted the space next to him. You complied, laying down and ignoring the twinge in your back.

Your frame fit perfectly in his, your head resting on his chest as his hand went to gently pull out your bun so he could run his hands through your hair. This always calmed you down and he knew it. It was his secret weapon against your anxiety.

“I know it’s hard, baby. And you’re not a bad person for thinking it. At all. But you’re beautiful and you always will be.”

The smile was inevitable, despite the fact that there was something stopping you from believing what he was saying. He was silent for a second, contemplating his next move. He then shuffled from under you, so that he could kiss you on the lips from a better angle. He was hovering over you now, resting on his arms with enough weight that his muscles fluttered and his veins protruded in the way that drove you crazy. He lowered himself down, peppering kisses on your cheek, jaw, then neck, then chest, stomach and finally your hips.

Seeing him looking up at you from that position caused flutters in your heart and twitches inbetween your legs. That wasn’t helped in the slightest when he pressed a slow, tender kiss on your left hip, just where the stretch marks were.

“I love your stretch marks. And they’re actually not called stretch marks anymore. They’re called tiger stripes, but honestly I think you’re stronger than a tiger. You put tigers to shame.”

God, you loved this man. He could go from the sexiest look you’ve ever seen in your life, to the goofiest dork saying the stupidest things. You were giggling under your breath, though you were about to protest. He cut you off before you could even start, crawling ever so slightly up to your stomach and placing a similar kiss on it.

“You’re not fat. You’re wonderful and you’re carrying our baby. There’s literally a person inside there who is 50% you and if bringing more you into the world isn’t the greatest gift you could give the universe, I don’t know what is.”

You decided not to try and stop him from talking anymore, letting his lips roam your body as you tried not to get distracted with your thoughts. He made his way back up to your lips, kissing you gently, and then passionately. It was becoming harder and harder not to get distracted.

“You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, y/n. You’re incredible and you’re allowed to feel like this, even if it’s complete bull-“

He stopped himself, after seeing the raised eyebrow on your face. You two had recently found that babies developed hearing around this phase, so Taron had to quit with the swearing.

“Come here.” You demanded, both your hands landing on his cheeks as you pulled him into your body, both of you careful not to squish your ‘little carrot’ (as Taron had so fondly named it, after the doctor had described it’s size). You had actually become quite riled up, which you were almost certain was Taron’s intentions with those damn kisses.

One of his hands landed on your belly, the other keeping him propped up enough to not crush you as he kissed you again. You bit at his bottom lip, which was basically your version of ‘fuck me right now, Taron’. You hadn’t had that feeling in a while, especially not with all the insecurities, so Taron had definitely done his job at making you feel better. (He’d totally continue to make you feel much much better for the next hour, too.)

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[boyfriendtaron]

taron helps you through a panic attack

TW// panic attacks

a/n: i had a panic attack last night and after it happened i sat there and actually imagined taron talking me through it. so i decided to write this.

plot: taron helps you through a panic attack

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you sat there in your bed shaking and head in your hands. it was happening. your anxiety beat you once again and you were having an attack. you tried to hold back tears. you felt your throat tighten and you start to let out a whimpering sob. suddenly, you feel the bed shift and see that you had woken up the male figure laying next to you. taron.

“y/n? are you okay? what’s happening?” taron asked worried as he sat up checking on you. taron got up and turned on the lights and saw you sitting there shaking and crying. he knew what was happening. he immediately ran downstairs and grabbed you a glass of water and brought it back to you.

“y/n. if you can hear me, i’m here. i’m not going anywhere. i will help you through this. i need you to stand up and sit on the floor with me please.” taron spoke as he held your head in his hands. you nodded and taron helped you to the end of the bed and sat with you on the floor, sitting right across from you.

taron proceeded to grab one of your hands and rub his thumb back and forth against the back of your hand.

“look at me and breathe with me. it’s going to be okay. i promise. i’m not leaving.” taron said softly. you continued to cry and shake but looked at him. his eyes met yours and you felt your nerves slowly go away.

taron led you through some deep breathes and continued to help you. he handed you the glass of water and helped you as he helped put the straw in your mouth. you took small sips and took deep breaths.

“that’s it. just take some deep breathes. it will be okay. i’m here. nothing is going to hurt you. i won’t let anything happen to you. you’re safe with me.” taron said calmly.

he sat there and remembered that his singing always calmed you down.

“it’s a little bit funny,” he began. you look in his eyes again and smiled. he continued to sing and you closed your eyes and took deep breaths. finally, your anxiety slipped away and your body released from tension and you took a breath of relief.

“there you are.” taron smiled. “are you feeling any better?”

“much better. thank you so much, taron. i’m so sorry you had to see that happen. that was so embarrassing. i’m sorry i woke you up.” you said.

“don’t ever apologize for something you can’t control. things like this happen. i don’t know what it’s like to have these attacks, but i promise, no matter what, i will always try my best to help you get through them. i won’t leave your side even if it’s for hours. days. years. i’m here. i promise.” taron proceeded to tell you. “i love you. i made a promise to be there for you no matter what, and i am sticking to that promise.” he smiled

your heart felt full and happy. you didn’t understand how you got so lucky to have someone like taron in your life.

you gave taron the biggest and warmest hug after standing up.

“i’ll go run you a bath and grab some elton vinyls.” taron said after kissing your cheek.

you smiled and sat on the bed as he did so. you loved him and couldn’t thank him enough for everything he was doing to help you recover from what just happened.

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[mean-deanplease]

Imagine

Taron's reaction to Graham saying:

" I don't think I've ever seen you smiling like this before, who is she Taron?"

Taron knows that you aren't ready to be public yet because you're still not ready to deal with the paparazzi..but he can't help but think about your smile when asked the question.

"Uhm.. there is no girl I'm just really at the best place in my life currently" he says while scratching the back of his head and acting coy.

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[nuggets-and-french-fries]

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

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

Enjoy!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?” He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Taron?” Y/n questioned in reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s when it came to her.

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

=

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n nodded.

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

=

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

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

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

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

Taron chuckled and looked at her.

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

“You fucking say that again.” She replied.

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

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

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

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

The receptionist smiled brightly.

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

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

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

“Hello, I’m Ava.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you challenging me?” He quipped.

Y/n shrugged.

“Maybe.” She smirked.

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

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

“Spoil sport.” Taron mumbled playfully.

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

Taron was a little taken back at her tone.

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

Y/n nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

=

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

=

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“About 15 minutes.” She replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n blushed and looked down at her food.

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

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

Taron winked at her and smirked.

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

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

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

=

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

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

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

“What?” He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n sighed and got off the sofa.

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

Taron chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n looked at him.

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

Taron didn’t look convinced.

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

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

Y/n nodded and smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

“I made it you know.” He replied.

“Made what?” She asked.

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

“The box and the wallet.” He answered.

Y/n was surprised.

“Truly?” She asked and he nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taron blew his nose and laughed as well.

“You know what I think?” He asked.

“What?” Y/n said.

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

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

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

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[nuggets-and-french-fries]

Hello lovely,

I would like to request an imagine with Jimmy. Something similar to that one scene in the first episode in the restaurant but before the smutty part comes they are somewhere on the balcony with a glass of wine and talking about constellations and watching the Perseids. And after some time spent together on the balcony they end up in his house in bed where he makes sure to take care of her 😽. Thanks!

PS.Make it as smutty as you wish

Note: Hi lovely, thank you so much for your request. I want to apologize for this taking so long. Truth be told, I had a hard time with the smut so I added only a little bit but I can assure you that there is some juicy Jimmy Keene smut to come so please know that I'm not jipping you, I just had a hard time coming up with good smut.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this imagine and if you have any questions, comment or concerns, please feel free to contact me.

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Chewing her lip nervously, y/n had no idea why she’d even agreed to go on a date with her sister’s former high school crush and big shot, Jimmy Keene. She had always viewed him as cocky, big headed and extremely egotistical. It made her stomach churn if she was being completely honest.

When she had run into him at some sort of gathering her ‘friend’ Samantha was hosting and he approached her with that stupid smug smirk on his face, she knew he wanted something. It was the same look he had given her when he begged her to do his homework for him so he could go off and bang Courtney and her band of blonde headed goobers.

She so badly wanted to roll her eyes and turn in the other direction but when Samantha walked up to them and practically agreed for her and then walked off as though she was wanting to play matchmaker, y/n gave Jimmy the biggest unenthusiastic smile she could muster and if he was being honest, her unenthusiasm did something to stir his insides. He liked her and knew he had to have her.

Unfortunately for her, y/n was a people pleaser and even though she had a deep-rooted grudge against the man in front of her, she confirmed Samantha’s words and earned herself a sleezy wink and cringy hand on the arm. Yup, she needed a hot shower where she could scrub the gross feeling away.

She didn’t stay at the gathering much longer. She could constantly feel Jimmy’s eyes scanning her body and she had to get out of there if she wanted to stop feeling like someone’s next meal.

Yuck!

Flashing forward a few days, y/n was standing in front of her full-length mirror regretting her choice for asking her co-worker Mandy for help on what to wear. The little black dress she wore seemed to hug her in places she didn’t think were possible. She felt a little too over dressed and that made her go back to the reason she really hated James Keene.

*FLASHBACK*

It was the week before prom and so far, no one had asked y/n or her twin sister Kayla to attend the event with them and normally that would bug them, but they had made a pact this year that if no one asked, they would go together and have the best time they could.

However, just two days before the said event, one of Jimmy’s teammates, Devon walked up to the pair whilst they were at their lockers getting ready for their next class. He had a plan that was sure to earn he and his friends the biggest laugh.

“Ladies.” Devon said, leaning against the locker next to y/n’s.

“Can we help you?” Y/n asked sassily. She knew plain and well who Devon was and of his  grotesque reputation.

“Easy little lady. I just  wanna talk to your friend.” Devon said making goo-goo eyes at her sister. Y/n tried to hold her breakfast down at how nauseating this kid was being.

Y/n looked to Kayla as if to check she was ok with it. Kayla nodded and gave y/n the go ahead to walk to class.

“I’ll see you in a minute.” Y/n said to Kayla but pointing her intense gaze at Devon in warning. She didn’t trust him in the slightest.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Y/n was pulled from her thoughts when a knock sounded from her front door. She shook out her disgust and collected her things as she just wanted to get this date done with and because she didn’t want that man entering her apartment.

“Shall we go?” Y/n asked as she opened the door but to her surprise, when she looked up, she saw her sister standing there.

“Go where?” Kayla said with a teasing tone.

“Uh, n-nowhere.” Y/n stuttered. This could not have been worse timing.

“Uh ha. Well it’s good to see you too.” Kayla said as she let herself in.

“Kay, I love you, I really do but you gotta go.” Y/n said.

“But I just got here.” Kayla whined in protest as y/n shut the door and followed her to the kitchen.

“I know and we can catch up next week. You gotta-“ Y/n started before another knock on the door echoed through the apartment.

“Oh, I see, you have a hot date. I guess that would explain the slinky black dress.” Kayla chuckled. Y/n panicked.

She knew her sister hated James Keene more because of how he stood her up at the prom all those years ago.

“Please just stay here.” Y/n begged, hoping Kayla would listen but as per usual, the younger twin didn’t.

“Y/n, stop being so weird. I’ll answer the door, you get your things.” Kayla offered. She really was a sweet soul and y/n knew that if she saw Jimmy, she’d probably murder him.

“Kayla, don’t open that door.” Y/n called as she rushed to stop her sister, but it was too late.

“What the fuck do you want. She has a date and your interrupting.” Kayla snapped as she recognized Jimmy immediately. Kayla could feel her blood boil. How could he dare to show his face at a time like this.

“Kayla, he is my date.” Y/n said as calmly as she could knowing her sister was about to fly off the handle.

“That pig is your date!” Kayla all but squealed. Y/n simply nodded.

“Now that she knows, can I come in?” Jimmy asked.

Both women turned and glared at him.

“No. Just give me a minute. I’ll be right out.” Y/n said. Jimmy nodded and held his hands up as he walked away from the door to give them space to talk.

“How could you not tell me.” Kayla seethed.

“Kayla, how could I? You and Tom have been traveling god knows where and you landed on my doorstep without notice and besides, I didn’t want to go on this date in the first place, but Samantha agreed on my behalf, and you know how much of a bitch she can be when people don’t give into her matchmaking shit.” Y/n explained, not aware that Jimmy had heard her words.

“You had every opportunity to tell me when I walked in.” Kayla responded. Y/n knew that she had a point but, in all fairness, she thought that her sister was Jimmy.

“Kayla, can we please put a pin in this and talk about this later. I just want this date to be over and the sooner I can leave, the sooner I can come home.” Y/n begged. Kayla wasn’t happy about it but agreed reluctantly.

Yep, Jimmy heard that too and to say that his ego wasn’t bruised would be a lie.

=

The date with Jimmy hadn’t been going that bad. They had had a nice dinner and surprisingly, y/n really enjoyed hearing his stories and getting to know the real him but a part of her wondered why he was painting himself as this good kid when in fact she knew what he had gotten himself into and knew that his reputation around Chicago wasn’t exactly the greatest.

Sipping her wine and leaning over the railing of his balcony to watch the stars dance across the night sky, she took a deep breath and felt herself relax even though Jimmy was standing so close to her.

“Y/n, can I ask you something?” He asked as the perseids started. Y/n was amazed by their beauty and magic and smiled.

“Sure.” She answered, curious as to what else he could want to know. She had already told him things she never thought she would.

“If you didn’t want to go out with me, why did you decide to?” He questioned.

Y/n sighed. If she was being honest, she didn’t know why.

“You heard that?” She questioned in reply, attempting to dodge the question. Jimmy glanced at her and nodded.

“Look Jimmy, I’ve heard things about you, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to give you a chance after what you did to my sister.” Y/n answered carefully. Jimmy turned his gaze back to the sky, thinking of what to say next.

“Is that why your sister was mad?” Jimmy asked.

“Mad is an understatement, Jimmy. You hurt her deeply.” Y/n told him.

“I guess I deserve that.” He muttered.

“You laughed in her face after she confronted you and asked why you had stood her up. Jimmy, she had a crush on you, and you broke her that day. It was the hardest thing to see. She cried herself to sleep for weeks after that.” Y/n explained. Jimmy just listened as he tried to recall those events.

“I knew something was up when you sent Devon Andrews over to talk to her. I didn’t want to leave but she insisted it was ok. Kayla was over the moon when she heard that ‘the Jimmy Keene’ wanted to take her to prom. To her, it was like her dreams were coming true but then you stood her up and I had to break it to her that I saw you with Kimberly Smith….in a not so appealing position.” Y/n said.

“I thought I heard someone that night, but Kimberly told me I was being stupid.” He admitted.

“The worst part was that she had worked up so much courage to talk to you and then you told her that you’d never be with someone like her and proceeded to laugh in her face in front of the whole school. You made her feel unwanted and worthless. Took her a long time to come back from that and then she met her husband.” Y/n spoke.

Jimmy downed the rest of his wine. He had no idea what to say.

“I remember the look on her face when she ran past me. I hated you then and I hate you still, so, in answer to your question, I guess I agreed to the date because I wanted to see if you were still the pig I knew you to be and from the things I’ve heard, you still are.” Y/n said calmly.

“Wow, thanks.” He muttered.

“Jimmy, you do it to yourself. There is no reason for you to act like that. From what I’ve seen tonight, you have potential to be the gentleman I know is in there, but you have to stop thinking that you are better than everyone else and the womanizing, that would have to stop too.” Y/n told him honestly.

Jimmy smiled a little at that.

“You sound like my grandmother.” He slightly chuckled. Y/n smiled.

“What made you want to ask me out?” Y/n asked, now curious.

“I saw you talking to Samantha, and I don’t know, I thought you looked hot. I figured I’d ask but then you gave me that unenthusiastic smile, and well, you had me hooked.” Jimmy admitted with a cheeky smile.

“Is that it?” Y/n asked. Jimmy shrugged.

“Ok, fine. I’d always had a crush on you but knew you were out of my league. I never knew how to talk to you, so I thought that if I made you do my homework, I’d get to talk to you more but then Devon and Courtney did what they did, and I did what I did. I knew I had blown it.” Jimmy confessed.

“You’re being serious?” Y/n asked. Jimmy nodded.

“Then when I got the invite for Samantha’s Brunch, I decided to go in the hopes that you’d be there, and you were. Eventually I worked up the courage to talk to you and then you gave me that unenthused smile. It made me more excited for our date.” He told her.

“The fact that I was unenthusiastic made you more excited. Jimmy, do you know how gross that makes you sound?” Y/n responded.

“I’m realizing that now.” He said and y/n chuckled.

“Jimmy, why don’t we start over now that we aired out that dirty laundry.” Y/n suggested.

“I’d really like that.” He replied and y/n smiled genuinely for the first time that night.

Both of them smiled at each other and that’s when they felt it. The unmistakable feeling of needing to be closer.

“Can I kiss you?” Jimmy whispered as he and y/n leaned in closer. Y/n bit her lower lip in anticipation and nodded, letting a small hum of allowance escape her lips.

Jimmy slowly connected his lips with y/n’s in a very heated, hungry and passionate kiss. One that left them both feeling light-headed, weak in the knees and hot for each other.

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Jimmy’s kisses assaulted her body and set it on fire. His hands were strong and skilled, his lips well trained and his tongue, it should be registered as a weapon of mass destruction. The way it methodically lapped at her most sensitive area had her writhing in absolute pleasure. Never in her life did she think that she would be under this man, but she could see why he had so many women after him. He was for lack of a better word, a devilish sex god.

“Oh fuck.” Y/n gasped as Jimmy removed his fingers slowly. The sensation giving her belly butterflies.

“I’ve been thinking about this for so long.” Jimmy whispered, making y/n gaze up at him. She didn’t know whether to be turned off by that admission or turned on by it but with the way her body was feeling at that moment, she chose to let those words fuel her lust for him. She was enjoying this way too much and she really wanted the full Jimmy Keene experience.

“Shut up and fuck me.” Y/n moaned out as she felt Jimmy’s fingers teasing her.

Jimmy chuckled lowly and gave her a naughty smile.

“Yes ma’am.” He replied. Oh god this was good.

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The next morning as the sun beamed in through the curtains of the lavish and expensive looking master suite, y/n woke with a start. Somewhere there was a loud whirring sound, and she was not appreciative of it. She was someone who hated being woken up early on the weekend. She viewed weekends as a time of rest and relaxation, not noise and chaos.

Y/n growled lowly and attempted to stretch but when she felt her body protest, she remembered the absolute pounding she received from the man no longer next to her. That’s when she realized that it must be him making such racket.

She gently maneuvered her sore, stiff and somewhat bruised body from the confines of Jimmy’s bed to go and see what he was up to but as soon as her feet hit the ground, the bedroom door opened to reveal Jimmy carrying a tray of assorted foods.

Eggs, toast, bacon, fruit and some sort of weird looking pastry. Not to mention whatever the fuck he felt was important to blend early in the morning.

“Morning beautiful.” Jimmy said, coming to a stop on his side of the bed.

“Morning. What is all of this?” Y/n asked, finding it difficult to watch his movements as her body was still facing the door.

“Sore?” He asked, dodging her question.

“What do you think genius.” Y/n snapped a little. Jimmy looked at her and raised his brow.

“Not a morning person I see.” He replied.

“Not on the weekends and especially not when someone wakes me up with their fucking noise.” She told him. Jimmy nodded.

“I’ll remember that for next time.” He said, making y/n’s brows shoot up.

“What makes you think there will be a next time?” She questioned with a hint of distain to her voice. Or maybe it was just sleep.

“Well, I assumed after you kept screaming my name over and over again last night, there would be a next time.” He said cheekily.

Y/n blushed and shook her head as she finally moved her body to lay back against the pillows.

“Cocky bastard.” Y/n muttered but made sure it was loud enough for him to hear.

Jimmy smirked at her.

“Try that again and maybe there will be a next time.” Y/n told him. She really did mean what she had said the night before. He really needed to tone down his actions if he wanted to get further in life.

“You’re right but I really would like it if we could do this again.” Jimmy said genuinely.

“The sex or dinner?” Y/n questioned.

“Dinner but I wouldn’t mind the sex part either.” He teased.

“Alright you horny prick, I’m starving. Let’s eat.” She replied as she made grabby hands toward the tray of assorted goods he brought up for them to enjoy.

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NSFW Smutty Alphabet H.C with Taron Egerton

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

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

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A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

He loves a good cuddle.

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

Your ass

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum really)

He usually cums wherever you tell him to.

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

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

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

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

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

69

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

Depends on the situation but typically he’s goofy

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

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

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

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

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

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

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

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

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

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

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

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

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

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Depends on how much time you both have

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

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

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

You both love experimenting because it keeps things exciting.

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

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

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

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

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes teasing you as it makes him feel in control

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

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

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

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

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

He’s a very good size😉

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

He’s a Rabbit

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

It varies and depends on how rough you two have fucked

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NSFW Smutty Alphabet H.C with Jimmy Keene

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

Enjoy!

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A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

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

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

Your boobs and your ass

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum really)

He likes cumming on your boobs and sometimes on your face

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

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

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

He’s extremely experienced

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

Doggy, for sure

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

He’s more serious

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

He’s waxed everywhere.

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

He’s more of the rougher type

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

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

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

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

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The sofa in the living room

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Risky is Jimmy’s middle name

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

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

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

Yes, toys are always used in some way or another

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your Confidence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

E = Everything (you are my everything)

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

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

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

G = Gentle (are they gentle with you?)

In public, yes😉😏

H = Hands (are they into holding hands?)

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

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

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

J = Jealousy (do they get jealous?)

Oh yes and he’ll get possessive too.

K = Kiss (how do they kiss you?)

I thought we were keeping this g rated, lol.

L = Love (who said it first?)

You did.

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

Your first date but I will leave it there.

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

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

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

He adores it.

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

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

Q = Queen (who’s superior?)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He has a cleaner come a few times a week.

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

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

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

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

X = Xylophone (do they play any instruments ?)

He doesn’t

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

Hell yes he does.

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

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

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Note: I apologize for taking so long (much longer than I wanted to take) to get this out for you to read; but I want to thank you for your immense patience and I hope that the quality of this imagine makes up for having to wait.

Also, I used a couple prompts you sent me which are highlighted in bold. Thank you for sending me the prompts.

Last note, I did try my best to edit the imagine but I'm not sure if I missed anything. If I did, please excuse the mistakes etc.

That about covers it. Please feel free to request again and feel free to be as details as you like, the more details the better.

Enjoy and Happy December 1st!

P.S: Please let me know your thoughts on this imagine❤️

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Being an only child was one thing, but when you pair that with your father being high up in the echelon of the FBI, you have a recipe for disaster. Especially if you are anything like Y/N and the only way you could cope with your father's job was by falling in with the wrong crowd, eventually getting yourself arrested and charged with minor offenses. 

Sure, they weren't near as severe as former convicted criminal turned FBI operative James Keene's were, but they were still enough to make her father disappointed and feel as though he had to work harder to prove to his bosses that he was an upstanding and law-abiding citizen.

Y/N knew how much the FBI meant to her father, which is why she made it her mission to rewrite the wrongs she had done in her past. She wanted to make her parents proud and the best way she knew to do that was to follow in one of her parents' footsteps. In this case, it was her father's footsteps.

She had gone to her father one rainy afternoon, begging him to let her help with a recent case that was in jeopardy of going cold. She was good with problem-solving and she was amazing at investigating things. She had been since she was a small child. It's why her parents could never hide her Christmas gifts at their house and always hid them at Y/N's grandparents' house. 

Robert was reluctant but knew that Y/N wouldn't let it go until he accepted her pleas. He allowed her to look over the case files, and ever since that afternoon, Y/N began her job as an FBI operative. 

This takes us to today. Y/N sat in the passenger seat of an old beat-up truck with broken air conditioning, whilst the sweltering heat made beads of sweat cling to her brow. She wiped the sweat away and tied her hair up into a high messy bun in the hopes that it would help with the heat. It didn't. It only made things worse if you asked her. The baby hairs at the nape of her neck were forced into little ringlets, refusing to be tamed. She growled in annoyance and returned to the open map on her lap.

"This is ridiculous. Are we there yet?" Y/N groaned, hoping her partner on this case would tell her they were.

He turned his head to face her and looked at her over the rim of his dark sunglasses while his hair flopped in his face, clearly not appreciating the heat either.

"Why are you asking me that again?" Jimmy asked with a slightly annoyed tone.

Y/N continued looking at the map even though she could feel his lingering gaze on her.

"Is the pretty boy losing his marbles?" Y/N cooed sarcastically, smirking at him afterwards.

Jimmy rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the road ahead of him.

"You're the one with the map, so if anyone knows how close we are to the town, it's you." He remarked, making Y/N roll her eyes this time.

She was about to reply when a large sign saying 'Welcome to Arizona' passed by them in a flash.

"Well, now we both know we are close." She said with sarcasm. 

Jimmy refused to say anything else. Normally he wouldn't mind working with others on a case but Y/N was starting to feel like a thorn in his side. She would sass him when he asked her a question, or she would remain silent and stare out her window and God forbid he ask her to look at a map. Oh and another thing, when he said he was driving and she wasn't, she scoffed and pouted.

He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to yell at her or kiss that put off her face. He decided against both choices though as he knew he'd probably have ever loving shit out of him. Something told him that the woman beside him was a tough one and was a force to be reckoned with, especially with how well-known her father was. Jimmy was sure that Y/N could make his death look like an accident if she wanted to.

=

After another couple of hours of driving and bickering back and forth, Jimmy and Y/N arrived at their motel.

"Uh, are you sure this is it? It looks so-" Y/N started before Jimmy chimed in.

"Charming, American, yadda yadda." He said, listing off words, waving his hand in the air.

"No, I was going to say gross, dingy, dilapidated, and damn near abandoned." She answered, feeling nervous about what awaited them in the small office building with dirt and cobweb-covered windows.

"Oh come on, it's not that bad." Jimmy said confidently but Y/N could see through that confident facade. She knew he felt the same.

"Are you fucking blind Keene, it's beyond a shit hole and if we're the next victims of murder, I'm blaming you." Y/N said through gritted teeth as she followed him to the office.

Once they reached the tiny box that was the office, they stepped inside and instantly Y/N's hand flew up to cover her mouth as she attempted and failed at suppressing a gag. The smell of old urine, old smoke, musty carpets, mold, and other odors embraced every nook and cranny with their vile scents. Even Jimmy wanted to puke and he had seen and smelled some pretty intense things in his lifetime.

Jimmy looked behind him to make sure that Y/N was ok but by the fact that her complexion had turned white with a hint of green, he knew she needed air, however hot and suffocating it was outside.

He was about to tell Y/N to wait outside when a man resembling hamburglar walked out of what appeared to be a small room. He was covered in sweat and dirt. He smelt of old cigarettes and stale beer. His hair wet with sweat, stuck out at odd ends as it curled from the heat.

"She good?" The man asked through a mumble as he pointed at Y/N, clocking the way she was acting.

She looked at Jimmy and silently begged him to make something up or was it to let her wait outside, he couldn’t tell.

When she tried to hold another gag, he knew it was to let her wait outside, so he took the keys out of his pocket.

"Car sick. Takes her a while to get over it." Jimmy said, handing Y/N the keys, fully trusting her to not drive off without him.

She snatched the keys from him and hurried outside just in time.

The men watched the woman for a minute before they went on with the business of sorting out a room.

Thankfully It didn’t take too long to check in before Jimmy could rejoin the outside world. He was glad for that fact as the extremely pungent smell in the office was starting to get to him and turn his gills green.

Y/N watched the man breathing deeply and dramatically from where she was in the truck and chuckled to herself. He looked absolutely ridiculous huffing and puffing in his now off white tank top and blue Levi jeans. Why he chose to wear jeans in a hot climate was beyond her, especially since he opted to wear boots on his feet. Ones that didn’t look like they were made for the desert.

“Are you just going to stand there or can we actually go to our room?” Y/N asked as she pooped her head out of the passenger side window.

Jimmy ignored her but made his way over to the truck. He was eager to get to the room and see if it looked better or worse then the front of this so called establishment.

=

“Are you fucking kidding me, Keene?! I am not sharing a bed with you!” Y/N exclaimed as she and Jimmy stood in front of the only bed in the room. The bed that looked like no one had washed its sheets in decades…no, make that in centuries. 

“Sleep in the truck then.” Jimmy said as he put his bag on the bed. 

Y/N gasped and picked his bag back up. SHe was appalled that he wasn’t even questioning what the hell was going on here.

“Don’t do that, you don’t know what diseases are hiding there.” She told him. 

“I’m almost touched that you care about me.” He said.

“I care about the bag. Do you know how long bacteria can stay on something like your bag.” She shrieked, making Jimmy roll his eyes.

“Why don’t we drive around looking for another place to stay because I’m telling you right now, the FBI hates us.” Y/N said.

“Why don’t you just stop bitching about this place. It may not be ideal but it’s a place to rest and work.” Jimmy warned her.

“I am not bitching. This place is vile and I really don’t want to stay here.” Y/N replied.

“At least it’s not a prison.” He said. He had her there.

“With a choice between this place and prison, I choose prison.” Y/N said, looking at the man square on.

“You aren’t going to budge on this are you?” Jimmy asked.

“Not a chance in fucking hell. I’d rather lick Satan’s asshole than stay here.” Y/N said, making Jimmy chuckle.

“Alright, fine. Put the bags back in the truck. I’ll tell him we had family members insist we stay with them.”  Jimmy said, giving in.

Y/N threw her arms around him in a tight hug.

“Thank you!” Y/N said as she took their bags to the truck while Jimmy locked their room door.

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25 minutes later, Jimmy and Y/N had found an even better motel. It was one that actually looked inviting and not like something straight out of a horror movie. The reception smelled clean, looked clean and the staff were so nice and less fat and sweaty. 

Unfortunately for Y/N, the only room they had available had one bed. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to share a bed because she hated Jimmy, rather it was the idea that if she was to sleep next to him, she may do things that were…unbecoming of a respectable woman shall we say and completely unprofessional. 

“Still?” Jimmy sighed, noticing the look on her face at the mention of their room only having one bed…again.

“You know what, no. Because you were my knight in shining armor back there and saved me from a night of horrors, I’ll keep my thoughts on sharing a bed quiet.” Y/N said, patting Jimmy on the shoulder.

Jimmy raised his brow at her and decided against replying. He’d save his remark for later.

“Come on Keene, I’m tired.” Y/N called over her shoulder as she walked toward the door. Jimmy shook his head and followed suit.

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Finally settled in their room, Y/N sat on her side of the bed looking over a case file while Jimmy showered and rinsed off the last few hours. Y/N had previously done the same and boy, what a world of good that did her. She felt refreshed and happier.

“Did you know that this motel is closer to the prep’s house and to the route he took.” Y/N called as she heard the water shut off.

“We should scout it out.” Jimmy suggested as he walked out of the bathroom with a towel hanging loosely around his waist.

Y/N pretended not to notice how fit the man in front of her was but with how quiet Y/N became, Jimmy smirked to himself.

“What’s so funny?” Y/N asked, trying not to look up at him.

So many replies were flying around Jimmy’s mind but he didn’t want to embarrass Y/N or give her a reason to get all pissy with him.

“I spotted a burger king down the street.” He said as he slipped his clothes on back in the bathroom.

“And?” Y/N asked, refocusing on re-reading the paragraphs on the paperwork.

“Are you hungry?” Jimmy questioned as he padded back to the room and plopped on the bed next to Y/N.

Y/N stopped reading and looked at the tv on the wall, deciding if she was hungry or not.

“I could eat.” Y/N said after a minute. Jimmy nodded and stood up.

“Let’s go then.” He said as he got his things together.

“Oh, I thought you were going to get it and come back.” Y/N admitted, feeling dejected. She loved the idea of getting fast food and eating it in the motel bed while watching cartoons.

“I could do that or we could get it and eat in the restaurant and then go for a drive.” He suggested, loving the idea of seeing what else this town had to offer and maybe scouting out where the crimes took place.

“You go enjoy, I’ll just order a pizza or something.” Y/N said, putting her head back down.

“Suit yourself.” Jimmy said, shrugging his shoulders.

Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t disappointed and a little hurt that he would leave her alone on their first night here in favor of going for a  drive.

Jimmy walked out the door and got into the truck and felt a pang of guilt hit him in the chest. There was something about Y/N’s demeanor that told him she was excited at the possibility of a motel room picnic, if that’s what you want to call it that.

Taking a deep breath, Jimmy got out of the truck and unlocked the room door.

“Change your mind?” Y/N asked, now flipping through the tv for something to watch.

“What burger do you want?” Jimmy asked. 

Y/N’s gaze  shot to Jimmy and he could see a spark of joy shine in her eyes. 

“What about your drive?” She questioned. 

“Just answer the question before I change my mind Y/N.” Jimmy said and for the first time since meeting her, Y/N gave him a genuine smile and he’d be lying if he said his heart didn’t skip a beat. 

“You got a pen?” She asked, knowing that she wanted a few things.

Jimmy grabbed a pen from the small desk in the room and a piece of paper. 

“Hit me with it.” He told her.

“Ok, I want an extra large whopper meal, a large order of onion rings, an extra large chicken nugget meal and a chocolate sundae. I also want two cheeseburgers and a chicken burger.” She said, making Jimmy’s eyes bug out of his head.

“Damn.” Jimmy remarked.

“What? I’m thinking of breakfast tomorrow and if I know anything from traveling as a kid, it’s that burger king always tastes better cold and for breakfast the next morning.” She explained.

“Never thought of that.” Jimmy said as he finished writing her order. “Anything else or is that all?” He asked.

Y/N thought for a minute.

“One more thing?” She questioned.

“Fuck me, ok.” He said as he put pen to paper again.

“A caramel sundae as well as the chocolate one.” She said, remembering her mother’s tradition of mixing the caramel and chocolate sundaes together.

“To confirm, you want an extra large whopper meal, an extra large chicken nugget meal, a large order of onion rings, a chicken burger, two cheeseburgers, a chocolate sundae and a caramel sundae.” Jimmy said, reading the list carefully.

“Yup, that should do it.” She said proudly. She was excited for cartoons while she ate. It was going to be just as fun as when she was a kid and on holiday with her mom when her dad was away working.

“Awesome.” Jimmy said as he headed toward the door.

He barely had his hand on the doorknob when Y/N spoke up again.

“Jimmy?” Y/N asked. He turned to face her, waiting for her response.

“Thanks for getting all that.” She said, genuinely.

“You’re welcome.” He muttered, opening the door, heading to get their food.

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While Jimmy was out getting their food and some other treats he wanted from the store, Y/N got the room ready for the night and for their fast food feast.

She untucked the blankets on the bed and set up a partition in the middle of the bed so their sides were clearly marked, she turned on the nickelodeon channel ready for the cartoon binge fest and she had changed into her cozy pj’s. She didn’t care that they were oversized and granny looking. The point was that she was comfortable and had room for all her food.

When she was done with all of that, Y/N sat back on the bed and watched spongebob. It was one of her favorite cartoons to watch while she was traveling. It gave her a sense of nostalgia.

This particular episode, spongebob and Patrick were up to their usual chaotic mischief and every moment of the episode, Y/N was in a fit of giggles so loud Jimmy could hear them as he came back with the mass amount of food.

“Uh, a little help.” Jimmy said as he struggled to balance the items in his hands.

“Oh my god Jimmy, that’s way more than what I asked for.” Y/N told him.

“Thank you captain obvious, I hadn’t noticed.” He sassed her.

“Ok, Ok, no need to snap.” She said.

Y/N set the burger king bags etc. on the bed and the rest of the things she placed on the small desk.

“That’s everything.” Jimmy said as he entered the room with four six packs of beer.

“Beer?” Y/N asked, surprised that Jimmy drank beer. She took him as a wine guy after all.

“It goes with the chips I got.” He said.

Y/N squinted at him.

“What kind of chips?” She questioned.

“Salt n vinegar and bbq.” He replied.

“I approve.” She said.

“Good to know.” He said. 

“So is it a split situation?” She asked.

“For what?” He asked in reply.

“For the beer.” She responded.

“Uh, yeah. 12 for me, 12 for you.” He said.

“Thank you.” Y/N said as she sat down to eat her melting ice creams.

Jimmy soon joined her in eating his food and the both of them laughed and reminisced while they watched cartoon after cartoon.

In fact, they’d go as far as saying they bonded over their festivities. Jimmy learned things no one knew about Y/N and Y/N learned things no one knew about Jimmy.

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At 2am, Jimmy woke up with a start. It wasn’t a new thing. He had been having nightmares ever since he had left Springfield and as much as he tried to rid those thoughts and memories from his mind, it never seemed to do much good.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N muttered lowly, feeling Jimmy stir beside her.

He didn’t want Y/N to know the truth so he came up with a quick lie, hoping it would appease her.

“You were snoring.” He said hurriedly.

Y/N knew that she didn’t snore but she had to give him kudos for all the lies he was able to think up on the spot. It took some real talent to do that.

“I do not snore. You liar.” She scoffed.

Jimmy sighed.

“You don’t have to tell me but you don’t have to lie either.” Y/N said.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Jimmy replied, turning over to face her so that he could see her better.

“Don’t let this get in your head but you’re a good guy Jimmy and whatever is bothering you, you shouldn’t let it overtake the goodness you have.” Y/N said.

Jimmy smiled. He knew that she was right and it made him feel good to know that someone saw that he wasn’t just a pretty face like so many women had told him. Y/N could see something in him that held promise and that made his heart happy.

“Is there anything I can do that will help you go back to sleep?” Y/N asked, not knowing that Jimmy had already fallen asleep again. His body feeling exhausted from the day’s events.

“Rest easy Jimmy and don’t worry, I’m right here.” She whispered, kissing his cheek gently.

-Fin-

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Taron Egerton: Coffee Daydream.

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

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

Enjoy!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ziggy yipped at Taron which made Cherrie grunt in annoyance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure?” He asked and Cherrie nodded.

“Please.” She said breathily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

=

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

Cherrie shook her head.

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

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

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

Layne nodded.

“Tell me about it.” Layne said.

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

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

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

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SFW Alphabet H.C with Taron Egerton.

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

Enjoy!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

E = Everything (you are my everything)

He would rather show you than tell you😉😏

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

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

G = Gentle (are they gentle with you?)

He tries to be.

H = Hands (are they into holding hands?)

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

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

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

J = Jealousy (do they get jealous?)

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

K = Kiss (how do they kiss you?)

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

L = Love (who said it first?)

He did.

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

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

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

Absolutely!

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

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

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

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

Q = Queen (who’s superior?)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anything and everything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

X = Xylophone (do they play any instruments ?)

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

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

Depends on the situation but yes, he does.

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

He loves them.

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

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

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

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Oooookay one more lmao

76: “Get the fuck over it.” with Jimmy? I love me some angst

Note: Thank you for requesting. This is a scheduled post.

Please be aware that this mentions drugs, alcohol, being high, being drunk and domestic abuse.

The prompt will be highlighted in bold.

P.S: The first part is a dream and is the opposite of what happened in the backstory I came up with for y/n. If you have any questions, please let me know.

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Fighting was never something that y/n liked doing, especially when those fights involved men. It always shook her to the core as she was usually a quiet person and kept to herself but when Jimmy came home high and drunk for the millionth time, y/n had had enough. It was time to speak up.

“What the hell Jimmy.” Y/n scoffed as the man was escorted inside by a mate of his that also happened to be under the influence of alcohol, though he was only tipsy.

“See how she treats me.” Jimmy whined as Tripp helped him to the couch.

Y/n was in the kitchen getting Jimmy some water when she heard him say that. She’d be lying if she said that his words didn’t sting her a little.

“Here.” Y/n said as she passed Jimmy the cup.

Instead of taking it however, Jimmy smacked her hand away and the cup sipped from her hand and crashed to the ground, smashing into a million tiny shards.

Y/n sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Tripp, you need to leave.” She said.

“No, he can stay.” Jimmy replied, locking eyes with her.

She tried to stand strong, but Jimmy’s gaze was intense and making her insides cower in fear.

“Tripp, leave.” Y/n shouted assertively, shocking not only herself but Jimmy and Tripp as well.

“No, get the fuck over it, he c-“ Jimmy started before Tripp cut his friend off.

“She’s right, I should go.” Tripp said as he got up and made a swift exit.

Y/n used that opportunity to go to where broom was kept so that she could up the glass.

“Who the fuck do you think you are talking to my friends like that?” Jimmy said now eerily sober.

Y/n stopped in her tracks, turned to face Jimmy and seeing how close he was to her now, she swallowed thickly.

She tried to think of an answer, but nothing was coming to her brain.

“Nothing to say?” He seethed, getting in her face.

Y/n cowered under his menacingly violent gaze.

“Well!” He yelled in her face.

“I’m sorry.” She said quickly, hoping to defuse the situation.

“If you were, you’d stop trying to control me.” He screamed again, making y/n’s knees feel like they were going to buckle.

She really hated it when he was drunk and high because this is what would happen.

“I’m not trying to.” She replied smally.

Jimmy raised his hand and y/n fell to the ground. Sure he shouted at her, but he had never raised his hand to her. She was frozen in fear. She wanted to fight back but her body wouldn’t move.

“What the fuck!” Tripped hollered as he saw Jimmy’s hand in the air and y/n on the ground cowering, covering her face for fear of being struck and crying eyes out as she had pleaded with Jimmy not to hit her.

“Jimmy, what are you doing?” A voice asked but Jimmy just looked at his friend with a blank stare.

“Jimmy!” The voice called.

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Jimmy woke with a start as he felt his heart pounding against his rib cage. This was by far the worst dream he had had in a very long time. It was one that he hoped he’d never have again but here he was.

“Jimmy, honey, it’s ok.” Y/n soothed as she rubbed his bare shoulders, hoping to calm his erratic breathing.

Jimmy was too shaken up to reply so he just shook his head.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Y/n asked, making Jimmy look at her.

“No.” He said firmly.

Y/n offered him a warm and comforting smile.

“I’m sorry for waking you.” Jimmy said as he laid back down.

Y/n followed his actions and laid her head on his chest. Jimmy wrapped his arms around her securely and kissed her forehead.

“You didn’t. I had to pee.” She answered him, making him laugh slightly.

“I’m glad you think my bathroom habits are funny Mr. Keene.” Y/n said as she kissed his chest, just over his heart.

Jimmy smiled down at her. Marrying her was the best thing he could have done. She was his rock in times like this and biggest fan for the rest of whatever he was facing.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it, and I respect that, but I want you to know that nothing in this world could make me leave you.” Y/n said.

“I was about hit you.” Jimmy replied simply as he closed his eyes.

Y/n’s eyebrows raised.

“Hit me how?” Y/n asked.

“The same way your ex was about to when I walked in.” Jimmy told her, looking away.

“James, look at me.” She said, turning his head to look at her.

“What?” He mumbled.

“No one is coming between us again.” Y/n said confidently.

“Promise?” Jimmy asked.

“Let me show you.” Y/n whispered as she lifted her head, smirked at Jimmy and let her hand disappear under the covers and into his boxers.

Normally he’d protest but he needed a distraction, and this was the perfect one.

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Omg I feel like that's going to be so cute

"I need you to stay close to me" with Taron?❤

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Myla Egerton loved her parents equally, but she had a soft spot for her father which made life difficult for y/n when Taron had to travel for work.

Y/n had done her best to entertain the 2-year-old but when Myla insisted on having a full-blown melt down over Taron not being home, y/n made a plan to not only surprise her boyfriend but to appease her daughter as well and fly to see him in New Orleans where he was currently filming his new movie, Carry-On.

“Ok, I need you to stay close to me.” Y/n said as she and Myla walked hand in hand to where Taron was having lunch with his co-stars and Jack too of course.

Y/n had told Jack that she and Myla would be coming over and Jack promised not to say anything, and it was good because what was about to happen was priceless.

Myla Had been toddling next to her mother and looking around when she spotted her most favorite person. Her dad.

“Dada!” Myla squealed as loud as she could whilst stomping her feet in excitement.

Y/n inwardly face palmed herself. She had forgotten how excited Myla got whenever she saw her father.

Taron looked over at the squealing toddler and beamed wider than he ever had. His girls were here.

“Go see dada.” Y/n encouraged as she looked at Taron who could see the disappointment in his girlfriend’s eyes.

Myla didn’t need to be told twice. She took off as fast as her chubby little legs could carry her.

Taron crouched down and opened his arms for er to run into just like he always did when they were all at home together.

“Hello.” Taron greeted as the toddler catapulted herself at her father.

“Dada.” She shouted proudly looking at y/n.

“Yes, it’s dada.” Y/n replied as she finally made it to where Taron stood.

With his free arm, Taron pulled y/n in and gave her a sweet kiss.

“I missed you.” Taron whispered against y/n’s lips.

She smiled and pecked his lips one last time before she opened her eyes.

“I missed you too.” Y/n told him.

“You two hungry?” Taron asked. Of course Myla nodded. If Taron was eating or drinking anything, she wanted to be part of it.

“I could eat but I have a question.” Y/n replied.

“What’s that?” Taron asked,

“What’s the policy on wearing costumes off set?” Y/n joked.

Taron burst out laughing and kissed y/n’s temple as he guided his girls to where he had been sitting previously.

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OKAY AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST

134: “You’ll be the death of me.” with Taron? :) <3

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Playing board games had been a favorite of y/n’s for a long time, especially during a rainy day with a few candles lit, a hot cup of tea, warm cozy clothes and your loved ones close by.

“Ok T, your turn.” Y/n said as took a sip of her tea.

Taron looked at the checker board to weigh his options of where he could place his piece down. He had a few options, but he had a feeling that y/n was luring him into a false sense of victory.

Y/n watched him closely and chuckled to herself when his tongue poked out between his lips like it always did when he was concentrating on something. It was one of the things she really loved about.

“Give up?” She taunted, knowing full well that he’d deny it.

“Nope.” He mumbled as his brows furrowed.

Y/n nodded and took another sip of her tea while she continued waiting for Taron to take his move.

“You’re pretty.” Y/n teased as she held up her phone, knowing that Taron would look at her and she could capture how he looked in that moment.

Clad in pj’s as his glasses sat perched on the tip of his nose. His hair disheveled from the nap they took earlier, and face covered in a light smattering of scruff. Hot and sexy.

Sure enough, Taron looked up at her with a peaceful smile. To her it was the best picture.

“Did you just take another picture of me?” Taron asked as the shutter sound could be heard.

Y/n smiled cheekily and shook her head.

“Not at all.” She giggled.

“You’re not posting it are you?” He asked, looking back at the board.

Y/n got off the sofa and went to sit next to him.

“No, this is just for me.” She told him, turning his head so that she could kiss his lips.

“Love you.” She said.

Taron was about to reply when the timer for the cookies in the oven went off.

“Oooo cookies!” Y/n shouted excitedly as she got up and hurried to the kitchen.

Taron laughed to himself at how happy she got over the simplest things.

“You’ll be the death of me.” He whispered to himself, unaware that y/n was already back.

“Did you say something babe?” She asked as she sat back down next to her boyfriend.

“I said you’ll be the death of me.” He answered, making her smile.

“We’ll be the death of each other.” She replied as she picked up a cookie and held it toward Taron so that he could take a bite.

All in all, it was a quiet and simple evening but to y/n, it was those moments that were the most romantic ones.

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