#taron x reader x richard

[geo-winchester]

It’s my birthday

Hi everyone I know I been really abscent lately but… today it’s my birthday, so I don’t know if you want me to do a list like the other years or if you just have a request just let me now, I like to celebrate this day with you!

Tons of love! 💙

[ijustwanttobegolden]

This Is just a really cute little something I wrote when the thunderstorm had me all in my feels this week. Warnings: slight mild language/slight indication of sex.

Pitter patter pitter patter

Light drops of rain tantalising the window, the only sound echoing throughout the dark spacious apartment.

Pitter patter Pitter patter

The rain getting heavier now but somehow more calming and satisfying than when it was soft and gentle. The louder the better as you wriggled yourself deeper into the large vintage sofa, your most comforting blanket like a cape around you.

Suddenly the rain wasn’t the only sound now, Light footsteps shuffled around the apartment, then…

Click…

Click…

Click…

The flick of a lighter here, the flick of a lighter there.

You followed the movements, it was almost hard to see with the apartment being so grey and gloomy but the figure of your close friend taron wasn’t hard to make out.. from one corner to the other he continued to light a scatter of candles. The brightly warm flicker of the candle wick, revealing his soft features.

Click… his endearing emerald eyes.

Click… his sweet lips pulling that very famous cheeky smile of his.

Click… his gorgeous skin.

Click… his painfully sharp jawline.

Taron was glowing and it wasn’t just from the warm flickering lights. He was always so bright and handsome.

A familiar feeling, a cliche moment of butterflies, as you watched him light the last candle. His eyes fixating on your own made your heart burst. Damn you Taron Egerton, you was the girl who refused to fall in love…

It was oh so bittersweet.

Before any further fuzzy feelings could conjure up inside he broke eye contact and you almost puffed out a breath of relief.

“Perfect! Just going to put the kettle on before the storm breaks out.. they said about a potential power cut? We can’t sit through a storm with candles and blankets and not have tea!”

You hold in a giggle at how ridiculous he slightly sounded but mentally wanted to strangle him at how perfect he was and how all this in itself was just perfect. Instead you wriggle yourself further into your resting position to ensure maximum comfort if that was even possible and squeeze the grip on your blanket that little bit tighter…

Bliss. You close your eyes for a moment. It’s quieter again.

Pitter patter.

The soft rain.. but then the sound of the kettle boiling in the distance while Taron softly hums his favourite Elton tune. Still bliss.

So relaxed, you hadn’t realised you put yourself into some sort of tranquil trance until the movement of the sofa cushions slowly recover you back into reality.

“Oh hi”

Though calm, your voice sounded loud within the walls of the cold quiet space around you.

“Hi” taron replied back playfully, his voice deep.

His weight sinks into the sofa, bringing you closer to him unintentionally as the cushions dip down but you don’t adjust. Sooner or later you would end up snuggling into him anyway.

“Is this why you lit so many candles..” you question. “Because you knew there would be a power cut?”

You tried to lighten the mood, carry on the silly topic of the power cut because as much as you both loved thunderstorms, deep down you were both so nervous about them too. Both scared of the dark, both agitated by the loud unsettling thunder when alone.. you both didn’t want to ride it out alone. Ultimately it just reminded you of being single, not having your favourite person in your life.. Not ever falling in love.. You’re just alone.. and that’s darker than any storm.

Taron shakes his head with a chuckle, handing you a warm cup of tea, your favourite cup of course. He knows and never forgets.

“Well there’s that and because it’s just really nice to have lots of candles, don’t you think? Really warm and comforting and well.. romantic”

A warm glow flourishes your cheeks at the last part of his explanation and you quickly bring the hot cup of tea to your face in hopes the steam will camouflage your complexion.

“Listening to the storm isn’t romantic” you scoffed. Brushing your feelings off.

“Bet I can make it romantic!” He challenged.

The cocky prick

You bit your lip, watching as he sprung from the sofa, his back muscles flexing underneath the teasingly thin cotton of his tight white tank top. They look delicious under the lighting of the flickering warm candles, casting shadows and making it look as if he was sculpted by the gods. All that working out for filming was definitely paying off.

He kneels over barefoot on the tapestry of the rug where your record player lays flat on the ground against the cold pale wall. His back still faces you as he scans the heaps of records stacked next to it.

You continue watching intently as you carefully sip at your tea, the calming pitter patter of rain still tapping at the windows.

“Hhhhmmm”

His fingers trace down over the vinyls so smoothly and delicately while he concentrates on the titles, deciding on the most sweetest and smoothest record out of the variety to pick out.

All you could concentrate on was how slowly his fingers danced over those vinyls, how they would feel again the bare skin of your thighs instead.

You had to snap out of this but as if on queue, soft music began filling the empty spaces of the apartment and lulled you out of thought.

Taron sunk back into the sofa to accompany you within no time, the familiar welcoming scent of him making you feel at home.

“This is nice” you smiled warmly and together you sipped at your tea.

“Isn’t it just” he said proudly, that typical smug smirk beaming upon his gorgeous face.

You rolled your eyes, it failed to go unnoticed.

The Welshman chuckled warmly not needing to be concerned by your action, he knew deep down he has gotten to you about something and it’s entertaining more then anything.

“What is it my love”

Your heart flutters at the nickname. Happens every time.

“Nothing” you bashfully smile, holding in a playful laugh.

It wasn’t nothing, it was the fact that Taron was utterly perfect, complete and utter boyfriend material. Scratch that, marriage material.

You knew that. He knew that. That’s what made all this all the more sufferable…

It doesn’t help that although just friends, Taron has offered you the position of being more then just friends multiple times, your connection and attraction for each other being completely unmatched but again.. you was the girl who refused to fall in love, a stubborn b*tch to say the least.

You knew that. He knew that. That’s what made this all the more sufferable… but at the same time it was very entertaining on his part, he was going to win you over someday.

He was already winning.

“tell me princess” he teased, nudging his arm into you, tea nearly spilling.

“Talk about spilling the tea” you joked as you noticed your own tea had actually spilt down you a little.

Amusement jittered around. You was both calm, happy, relaxed in each other’s presence, you wish you could always feel like this. The smooth mellow guitar immersed with light scratches from the record, a beautiful raw and authentic sound completed the vibe, Light thunder began to rumble.

By now you had placed your lukewarm empty cups down and began to snuggle into one another on the sofa, the thunder making you more touchy then usual. Taron rested in-between your legs, twisting awkwardly so his back rested against the inner thigh of your right leg and he was slightly facing you. He was comfy more or less, especially when you opened up your blanket and draped it around you both.

If he wanted to, he could of easily rested his head upon your breast comfortably.. you wouldn’t mind if he did, that’s just how close you were but it was so much better that instead, he sat up a little to focus on the features of your face…

He admired your glistening eyes, your soft cheek bones and delicate soft lips.. So many times he had pictured devouring them with his own.. In fact he wanted nothing more then to kiss you right now. The poor boy had to fight the urge.. no sweat though, it was something he had to do all the time, he was painfully trained for it now.

There was so many things Taron had to refrain from.

Admittedly you wouldn’t care if Taron kissed you randomly, drunkenly or intentionally but still, he respected you and there was no way he was going to risk losing you or your trust. What an angel.

*BANG*

How silly you must of been, almost shaking in Tarons arms. The Sudden loud burst of thunder was so unexpected though, frightening in fact. The music cuts out, so would the lights if they were on though thankfully the soft flickering candles are still glowing gracefully, the room still feeling warm and welcoming. You feel safe and it’s not the light of the candles, or the comfort of your favourite fuzzy blanket. It’s taron.

His arms had snaked around your waist, his large hands trailing up under your soft loungewear shirt and holding your bare skin to press you into him protectively and reassuringly.

“It’s okay my love, just a bit of thunder.. I was right about the power cut”

You smiled softly at his words, his bare hands, touching your bare skin making it harder to concentrate on what he even said to begin with.

They felt so good.

Taron mentally face palmed at how quick he was to touch you, hold you the way he did.. the thunder wasn’t his excuse to take advantage of you, it was just a sincere natural response of his, a way to comfort you, to protect you.

His eyes immediately fill with some sort of sorrow, an apologetic but needy look all over his face that melted you.

His hands suddenly became loose, his grip fading, a wave of emptiness washing over you.

“It’s okay! hold me! I’m scared” you laughed out, trying to joke around in attempt to lighten the heavy mood of whatever this was.

You smiled, the feeling of his fingertips pushing into your skin once more. It was oh so ever satisfied.

Rumbling of heavy thunder, the rain pitter pattering against the window much faster now, the sound of it all just grew more and more comforting and satisfying with each passing minute.. even more so now that you were tangled up in your blanket with Taron all cozy and cute.

The evening seemed to go on forever, like there was no end but forever in Taron’s arms didn’t seem bad at all, Shame you couldn’t admit it to him.

You chatted all through the storm, sharing memories, laughing until there were specks of tears clouding your eyes. You were charmed as usual by taron’s weird and wonderful stories, how he would explain them with such wit and playfulness in his eyes, the way he would casually flirt with you here and there, making suggestive remarks while wiggling his eyebrows and tickling at your sides, any and all excuses to tease you, make you laugh and potentially make you fall all the more head over heels for him.

For the second time tonight… cocky prick.

The thunder eventually becomes softer and lighter, along with the rain. Over the course of the evening you’ve sunk further into the sofa and further into the comfort of taron’s arms. Taron’s warm breath continuously cascades over you while the rise and fall of his toned up chest just creates a new haven for you. You begin to swirl circles over his chest, your soft fingertips tickling at his skin. You couldn’t help yourself.

“So when are you going to fall in love with me and accept that maybe one day you will marry me?”

His voice so soft now, soft and calm like the rain.

You take in a deep breath, avoiding his loving but intense gaze. You dare but to look into those gleaming eyes of his so you concentrate your sight on the tracing of your fingertips upon his chest.

“I’m already in love with you taron”

Suddenly the atmosphere felt really thick, intense.. being so blank all of a sudden you didn’t realise that it was because Taron’s chest tensed beneath you as he couldn’t quite take in what you had just said.

“What was that..” his breath hitched, he was slightly nervous. That was no lie.

“You win taron”

Quickly you snap your head up at him, your eyes fix sternly on his. The two of you could of easily made this a more light hearted and flirtatious moment, Taron finally gaining satisfaction, taking all the glory while you, the sore loser, crumble in defeat but more or less feeling cocky yourself. This moment could have been banter galore but no.. not today, not now, not ever.. this was a more heart felt confession, a serious moment, a moment that could change everything.. your love for each other deserved that. You both deserved that.

“Sorry what” he gasped out in disbelief, the grip on you becoming more tighter with anticipation.

His eyes searched your glistening ones. Were you finally giving in to your stubbornness and finally admitting your feelings? He promised he would never hurt you, not like those other assholes who made you put your guard up in the first palace.

“You win, Taron. I’m in love with you, I can’t even explain.. I just love you so much”

Was that really a lump in your throat. Hot tears pricked at your eyes, you wish you didn’t feel so small though You couldn’t help it, you had to give in, it was driving you insane.

*BANG*

You didn’t jump this time, you was more scared of what was happening right now to be frightened by some extremely loud thunder. He held you tighter, his fingertips burning at your skin. You nervously looked around, some of the tea lights had eventually died out, the room was looking a lot more dull and gloomy but Taron’s face was near and still warm and glowing from the Yankee still burning on the brass caprice side table, he looked like an angel.

Although not startled by the thunder, you brushed your fingertips slowly up to Taron’s chest to lightly grace the rough stubble along his jawline in an attempt to distract yourself and calm your racing heart. Why was you so nervous?

Taron enjoyed your soft delicate touch dancing over his skin and how you concentrated on all his features intently while doing so, it brought flash backs to every single intimate moment you’ve had. The ones he thought that you never paid attention to but he did…

Times when camping with friends in wales..You both would be the first to share a tent together. Helping each other string all the fairy lights up. Tackling the sheets of the air bed. Sneakily snuggling a bit closer as the night grew colder.

Times when you attended friends weddings.. always attending as each other’s date. Always adjusting Taron’s tie so intricately. Always having those slow dances together.

Times when either of you had a shit day.. throwing on a movie. Running each other a hot bath. Listening to each other rant and getting drunk together.

There’s been many times and more.. those intimate moments.. It’s all Taron ever thinks about and secretly, you the same.

Now here you were, your most intimate moment yet.

The tapping of rain, the rattle of thunder, the soft flicker of candles, the skin to skin contact, all tangled up in each other arms, screw the blanket now.

As if time didn’t exist now, like the sounds that drifted away moments ago, so did your thoughts. Taron had you lost, lost in his mouth.

The sudden kiss shocked you at first until your eyes flutter close. You moved in sync, breathing each other in, devouring each other’s mouths. The moment builds and so does the passion. Your fingertips stroking his stubble seconds before, grip his face, both of you in agonising need for each other. You could tell just how much your were holding back from each other before. Never again.

The apartment was echoing with pitter patter sounds of the rain with clasps of thunder but now it was echoing with heavy breathing, gasps and sweet sweet sounds of sweet slippery kisses.

Taron’s strong, firm hands roamed your body as you climb over him to straddle him on the sofa, the strap of your loungewear top slipping down your arm in a sultry way. It was the only time Taron removed his lips from yours, to place a long lingering kiss on your smooth shoulder of where the strap trailed down.

“I win” he teases proudly while peppering kisses all over your bare collarbones and neck.

Naturally you tilted your head back, moving with the placement of the kisses, too lost to even know what he said.

If it was something about winning, you didn’t care. Maybe you lost but you still had the prize.

Clothes were slowly being tugged, kisses were getting deeper, hands were getting more grabby. You giggled into the kiss as something hard pressed into the right spot.

Just as you began to help Taron strip you from your clothes, the familiar scratch of the record sounded and the soft romantic music continued to play. The end to the power cut.. How bizarre.. it was perfect timing. This whole evening was just.. perfect.

[nuggets-and-french-fries]

~Imagines coming soon.

Note: Please bare with me while I work on getting all these written and posted.

P.S: These aren’t in order of request which is how I try and post them.

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1. Jimmy Keene Ten tiny toes and Ten tiny fingers part 2. This is something I wanted to write.

2. #4 smut prompt requested on Wattpad.

3. Evan Peters and Finn Wittrock smut imagine requested on A03.

4. "Baby, we are the law." Jimmy Keene prompt imagine requested on Tumblr by Anonymous.

5. "I need you to stay close to me." Taron Egerton prompt imagine requested on Tumblr by Anonymous.

6. 74: "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" Jimmy Keene prompt imagine requested on Tumblr by Anonymous.

7. 134: "You'll be the death of me." Taron Egerton prompt imagine requested on Tumblr by Anonymous.

8. 76: "Get the fuck over it." Jimmy Keene angst prompt imagine requested on Tumblr by Anonymous.

9. Richard Madden imagine requested on Tumblr by Anonymous.

10. Evan Peters x reader x John Krasinski imagine requested on A03.

11. Taron Egerton x Tom Holland imagine requested on A03.

12. Eggsy x Merlin medical exam imagine requested on A03.

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[writingformadderton]

Masterlist

Heyy, underneath the cut you find all our posted fics. The link to a second masterlist with all our Madderton series is below this text. We hope you enjoy it!

MASTERLIST 2

Work Count: 68

Characters/Actors written for:

Taron Egerton (x Richard/ x Reader (female/male))

Richard Madden (x Taron/ x Reader (female/male))

Eggsy Unwin (x David)

David Budd (x Eggsy)

Joe Mazello (x Reader (female))

Madderton

Love is worth sharing

Treat you better

I'm right here

Please come back to me

Carpool Karaoke

Back to you

Weak Spots

Merry Christmas, love

I know I'll always be safe with you

Sunday Mornings

I'll always protect you

Touch me

Speechless

Rough with me

Unsteady

Happy Valentine's day, Daddy

Coming home

Change of Heart

I'm something stupid, do me

Happy birthday, bub

Happy birthday, baby

Just an offer, mate

Temptation

Panic.

Insecure

Why don't you kiss me?

Why don't you kiss me Part 2

Being a brat

Suprise date

Oops in Vegas

This feeling inside

To the moon and back

Looking gorgeous, Sir (CEO x assistant)

I'm gonna love me again

Plank all over me

I need you

Birthday Blues

Happy Birthday, Richie

Want you to be mine

A better life

Love, you are amazing

He's perfect

Somewhere safe

Only yours

Still

Don't be a tease

Nightmares

I prefer you having control

You're in for a treat

Valentine's Day

Blissful hours

Taron Egerton

x Female Reader:

Flaws and all

You'll be okay

Say it

Mine

Reflections

x Male Reader:

I missed you

Richard Madden

x Female Reader:

Please, Miss

Yes, Sir

Homesick

x Male Reader:

Comfort

Madderton x Jophie

Proposal

Hesitate

Christmas was fun

Eggvid

You're my hero

I think you should leave

I think you should stay

Joe Mazello

Love at first sight

[takeontaron-blog]

Personal Assistant - Chapter One

Hey, everyone. A request for a threesome one-shot turned me wanting to write a multi-chapter story, so here it begins. Will become NSFW rather quickly. Please leave feedback, and thank you for reading!! <3

Taron x Reader x Richard

You inhaled deeply as you stepped out of your car, straightening your skirt before striding towards the door. Today was your first day as a personal assistant to actor Taron Egerton’s PA. His fame had risen so rapidly within the past few months that his PA, Connie, had decided she needed some extra help, and you two took to each other immediately in the interviewing process. You hadn’t met Taron as of yet, but you were sure you would soon enough, and as you stepped into the elevator that would take you to Taron’s suite where Connie and the rest of his crew were this morning, you tried to calm your nerves. First days are always nerve racking, this would be no different but just stay quiet, do as you’re told, you’ll be fine, you told yourself repeatedly in your head. You stepped out of the elevator and knocked on the specified door, and Connie herself opened it with a smile. 

“Y/N! Come on in, thanks so much for being on time.”

“Oh, of course!” you smiled back, stepping inside as Connie closed the door. She quickly motioned around the room, casually introducing you to the rest of the crew, who all welcomed you warmly. Good, this was going well. Not as stressful as you had imagined it might be. You followed Connie to a large sofa and sat down beside her, being careful to keep a respectful distance as you perched on the edge of the sofa. 

“So,” Connie began as the rest of the crew went about continuing their work and talking amongst themselves, “here’s your work phone.” She handed you a shiny new cell, the latest model of its kind. “Everyone you’re working with in this room has already had their numbers and contact info put into the phone. This will be on you at all times, night and day, never silenced. You will only use this phone for work purposes, and you can contact me at any time on it.” 

You nodded as you took the phone from her. “This is what we need to have finished by the end of the week.” You were handed a few sheets of paper. “Everything is pretty cut and dried, I need you to book all these rooms and events. The people you’ll be calling have already been notified by me that we’ll be in touch to confirm reservations. That’s your job for now. Also,” she dug through her folder and pulled out a ticket, “I need you to pick up Taron’s dry cleaning as well as his tailored suits that are waiting for him downtown at Armani. On your way back, you’ll grab a coffee order for everyone, I’ll text you what to order in just a bit. Also, this is your credit card, which you already know is solely for business purposes. If there’s any unexpected charges that come up when you’re going to, for example, pick up the suits and the cashier has an extra fee for something that was not paid for originally, go ahead and use this card, just always keep the receipts and bring them to me. Okay?” she smiled, and your head reeled a bit. She had just given a lot of information in less than a couple minutes and she didn’t even seemed fazed. You smiled back as you accepted the ticket and credit card. “Got it.”

“Perfect. So I’ll let you get on with your work. Always know what time the stores close that you’ll need to be stopping at, and other than that, work on your own time, as long as we get all those reservations confirmed before the end of the week.”

Seemed easy enough, you mused. “Do you mind if I go begin my work at that table over there?” you nodded towards a glass breakfast table that sat in an upper corner of the room by a ceiling-to-floor length window. It was bright and a little ways away from the rest of the group. 

“Oh, yeah, just make yourself at home.” Connie waved her hand in a casual manner as she immediately went back to the paperwork she had been working on when you had arrived. You moved yourself and your work to the table, tucking the credit card and dry cleaning ticket into your wallet before scanning the phone list where each entry had a company name, person to ask for/speak to on the phone, as well as multiple numbers for each contact. You took a breath and dialed the first one.

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A couple hours later, you decided it was time for a break from phone calls and stood up to stretch. You weren’t sure if you should interrupt Connie to tell her you were going to head out to pick up the clothes and coffee, as she was in deep conversation with someone and they seemed to be having a disagreement and you didn’t want to get in the middle of that. Instead, you decided to quietly slip out and opened your phone, sending Connie a quick text saying you were getting the clothes and to send you the coffee order when it was convenient. You were stepping out of the elevator in the lobby when your phone chimed, and you sighed in relief when you saw Connie’s text: “perfect, thanks. :)”

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The coffee shop Connie had told you to go to was a couple blocks down from the hotel, which wasn’t the end of the world except you were struggling to carry all the heavy clothes draped over one arm, the Armani bag hanging from the other, and two coffee holders full of hot drinks in each hand. You somehow maneuvered yourself into the elevator, pressing the floor button with your hip, and exhaled happily when you reached the door to the hotel room, “knocking” on it with your foot. One of the crew, Michael, opened the door for you, taking the coffee holders from you as you gratefully thanked him. 

“Uhm, excuse me,” you said softly, “where should I put the clothes?”

“Usually Taron likes to look at them before they get hung up in the closet, there’s a display rack right inside the bedroom.” He pointed to the door, and you thanked him, heading that way and finding the rack Michael had mentioned easily. You hung up the dry cleaning and began pulling the suits out of the bag to hang them up on the empty wooden hangers to the left of the rack when you were startled by a voice behind you. 

“Oh, thanks so much!”

You turned around, still holding one of the suits. Taron’s smile greeted you, and you begged yourself not to say or do anything stupid. “Oh! Hi, yeah, no problem.” Okay, that wasn’t that bad, you told yourself as you went back to hanging up the last suit. 

“You’re Connie’s new assistant?” Taron asked, coming to stand next to you. 

You smiled. “I am, yes.”

He extended his hand. “Taron.”

You shook it. “Y/N.”

“Very lovely to meet you, Y/N.”

Just then Connie popped her head around the corner, knocking on the wall to announce her presence. “Hey, Y/N, emergency.”

You nodded, attempting to finish putting the hanger into the coat of the suit when the wooden piece fell from your hand. Fuck. It wasn’t a huge deal, you knew, but it still irked you, especially looking clumsy on your first day and in front of both your boss and Taron. You felt the coat being taken away from you gently and looked up to see Taron nodding towards Connie. “You’re busy, I’ll take care of the suit. Thanks so much for picking everything up, Y/N.”

“Oh…of…of course,” you stammered, following Connie out of the room, willing your face not to flush. 

“Hey,” Connie said quickly, beginning to explain the issue at hand. Something major had come up and she would end up needing your constant assistance tomorrow and the next day, and so she needed the reservations to be completed before midnight tonight. You eyes grew wide the tiniest bit, but you didn’t want her to think you weren’t able to get handle it. 

“Done,” you said simply. 

Connie smiled in relief. “You’re doing great. Be here at 6 am first thing tomorrow. Text me if you need anything.” With that, she turned on her heel and hurried back to the sofa to her work. 

You suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in this room full of strangers, and you approached Connie quietly. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but would it be alright if I finished the phone calls elsewhere?”

‘Yeah, that’s fine. Just get it done.” Connie did her little wave thing that basically meant “whatever, just leave me alone.”

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You hung up the phone, sighing loudly as you glanced at the clock. 11:54 p.m. You had made it, you realized with relief. Every reservation confirmed. You checked off the final one on the list and groggily stood up to get ready for bed. 

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You woke up at 4:30 a.m. to the chiming of your work cell, blinking back against the bright light as you glanced at the screen. “Coffee order enclosed, the shop opens at 5:30.” You groaned at the text from Connie, wanting to get some more sleep especially since you had gone to bed so late, but you knew you wanted to look your best for work and it took a good thirty minutes to drive to the hotel where you had to be at, so you forced yourself awake as you read through the coffee order and padded into the bathroom, hoping a hot shower would stir up the senses a bit. 

An hour later, you were the first in line at the coffee shop. You still felt exhausted but your excitement for the second day of work was helping you push through. You had worn your favorite baby blue skirt suit today, which made you feel pretty, and you glanced at your reflection in the window of the shop, tucking a loose hair behind your ear as you picked up the drink carriers and began your two block walk to the hotel. 

You made it up to the room, knocking on the door using your foot again. Silence. Confused, you set down one of the carriers and looked at your phone to see if Connie had changed the meeting place, but upon not seeing anything, you sent a quick text. “I’m here.” You pressed send as you knocked again, this time with your fist, then picked up the second coffee carrier again. Your phone chimed at the exact moment the door opened slightly, and you were taken aback by seeing a half-asleep Taron peeping through the crack. You both stared at each other for a moment, confusion taking over, but then he opened the door a bit wider as he laid his head sleepily on the doorframe. 

“Y/N.” He smiled, his morning voice breathy with a hint of rasp. 

“I, uhh, I’m so sorry, I thought I was supposed to meet Connie here.” You stumbled over your words as you glanced down to notice he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants, and you forced your eyes to stay on his face, embarrassed. Your phone chimed again. 

“Here,” Taron took one of the coffee holders from you, chuckling. “I bet that’s Connie panicking that she forgot to tell you she would be at a different location.”

You looked at your phone. “I don’t see you?” the first text read, followed by, “OH shit! I’m so stupid, I forgot to tell you that we’re meeting at my place this morning!” As you finished reading the second text, a third one came in with an address, followed by a fourth. “So freaking sorry, Y/N. Don’t knock on the door at the hotel, you’ll wake Taron.”

“Too late?!” you wanted to text back. Instead, “On my way,” you typed quickly, then looked apologetically at the half-naked, half-awake man standing in front of you. “I am so sorry,” you began, reaching for the coffee. 

Taron chuckled again, running a hand through his hair. “Not to worry, you woke me from a shit nightmare anyway.” He smiled. “I’ll see you later, Y/N.” He began closing the door, then paused before completely shutting it. “Nice suit.”

The door shut and you heard the lock click in place. You thought you might start crying or raging or….just….something. Okay, just get the fuck to Connie’s place and everything will be fine, you told yourself, basically running back to your car, carefully placing the drink holders in the floor of the back seat to negate any spills, as you sped to the correct destination, the image of Taron burned into your mind and making you not really want to think about anything else. 

Connie had been insanely apologetic when you had arrived, and you tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal, making sure to avoid any mention of waking Taron. You figured Connie wouldn’t actually be upset about that, since it had been an honest mistake, but she already seemed stressed out and on-edge this morning so you didn’t want to push your luck. There were twice as many people at Connie’s place as there had been at Taron’s the day before, and you found out that he and Richard Madden had decided to work on a short film together with the plan to premiere it at Cannes the following year, and so Richard’s crew was busy planning and working out the kinks with Taron’s crew. You were quickly introduced to all the people you hadn’t met the day before, and work began. 

Two hours, a few dozen emails and phone calls and a large black coffee later, you rubbed your temples and tried to breathe. This was absolutely crazy. You didn’t know all the details, as you were just there to cover what Connie didn’t have time to, but basically it seemed that Richard and Taron had planned this last-minute and there were issues with funding and the studio having sufficient stage room, etc. It was all overwhelming and since you were super green when it came to how films were made, you tried not to think too much about it and just focus on your work. 

Richard’s PA stood up, loudly announcing he had news. “Richard’s plane is landing in forty minutes, and he wants to be involved in talking to the execs and helping us get things pushed through. Connie, would Taron be game to join?” Upon seeing her nod, the PA said he’d confirm the meeting place and would send texts out accordingly. 

A little while later, everyone was back at the hotel where Richard had booked the largest suite the building offered to accommodate everyone who needed to be present. You settled on the end of one of the sofas, wanting to stay out of the way of those who were leading the meeting. Richard had opened the door for everyone upon arrival, and even though you hadn’t met him directly, he smiled kindly at you as you had stepped inside, making eye contact for a second longer than you would have expected. You tried not to stare, of course, but for some reason you were mildly fascinated with the way Richard’s hair had a silver streak in it - 

“Hello again!” a cheerful voice brought you back to reality. Taron sat down on the couch arm right next to you, smiling cheekily. Your heart skipped a beat, both from surprise and also from embarrassment from earlier that morning. 

“Hi,” you smiled shyly. You hadn’t seen him come in, so you assumed he must have been in another room when you arrived. 

“I’m about to make some tea, would you like some?” Taron offered. You weren’t exactly sure what to do, since technically you were the one supposed to get drinks and snacks when people wanted them -

“Don’t overthink it.” Taron broke through your thoughts, winking at you. “It’s just tea.”

You let out a small laugh. “Yeah, alright, tea would be great. Thank you.” Taron headed to the kitchen area, and you realized you’d never been in a room this large and fancy before. You leaned back into the sofa in an attempt to relax a little when you noticed Richard on the other end of the room, staring at you. You shot him a small smile before your eyes went to stare at the carpet, still aware of his soft eyes looking your way for a moment longer before being distracted by his PA coming over to talk to him. Taron returned, handing your cup to you. 

You sipped the warm liquid as everyone began settling down to start the meeting, Taron choosing to remain next to you on the sofa arm. 

“I’m, uhh, sorry again,” you said softly, referring to earlier that morning. 

“No harm done.” Taron lightly traced a finger along the seam of your suit that connected the arm to the shoulder. Your eyes followed his fingers before looking up at him, and his eyes met yours. “This really is a beautiful color on you, Y/N.”

[thehermitsaltar]

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

Can’t Help Falling in love 

Pie’s

𝐏𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥

1970

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”  

Wampa Soup

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 —

— 𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒔𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅

How do you feel about dogs?

Cold Corpse

“Person A and Person B assembling furniture together”

Corpse x Male reader

— 𝑬𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑵𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓

New Years Eve

“I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.”

Unus Annus

Ethans cute tbh

“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

— 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒓

E-plier x male reader

“You’re here late.”

Yancy x male reader

— 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏

“Male reader x Robb Stark Christmas?”

cold mornings

"Quit smiling at me, I can't stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that."

Robb reassuring a male reader who’s insecure abt how chubby he is

Baby Wolf

"I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."

Fever

Richard likes The Beatles

Richard dating someone with a kid

“Please don’t do this.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

— 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝑬𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒐𝒏

It’ll be okay

Wanna, like- Imean, if you're not busy... We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time?"

“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I look forward to holding you close in bed soon.”

— 𝐁𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐲

— 𝑱𝒐𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒆𝒍𝒐

“Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn’t help but steal it”

angst blurb where pat Murray gets into an argument with his bf

20 and 28 for the meet cute

“Against a wall” (NSFW)

“Face-fucking” (NSFW)

“Oral giving”  (NSFW)

“How they are as a dad”

— 𝐺𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑦𝑚 𝐿𝑒𝑒

“Sharing an umbrella at a bus stop as it snows.”

— 𝐵𝑒𝑛 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑦

  (NSFW)

“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”  (NSFW)

“They caught you when you slipped on ice and nearly fell over.”

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

“You both go to the counter, having the same type of coffee called for pick-up. “

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

5K BohRhap & Rocketman Masterlist

Here is the masterlist for all the blurbs I wrote for the BoRhap cast, Queen members as well as the Rocketman cast :)

Taron Egerton

6 - “Talk to me, you can’t take on all of this alone”

Ben Hardy

1 - “I’m your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that”

Richard Madden

You have a bad day

Joe Mazzello

22 - “I will physically fight you for that last piece of chocolate if it comes to it”

He proposes

Roger Taylor

8 - “Why did my heart have to choose you to fall in love with?” + 13 - “And you said you’d never settle down”

5 - “Kiss me?” + 10 - “What’re you thinking about?”

13 - “And you said you’d never settle down” + 23 - “You’re the only one who could ever pull off wearing that jumper, my grandma is going to be so proud that someone has actually worn it”

[lilahelynora]

I can’t find this specific fic anywhere and I can’t specifically remember if it was on tumblr or on Ao3 but like I know I read it.

It had an original female character that had a bad break up and was like best mates with Taron and Richard loathed her only to end up admitting that he was in love with her in the end and the fic also had Charlie Rowe in it and Jamie Bell and they were all going on some sort of week long cast mates bonding trip or something???

I can’t find this fic for the life of me and I know I read it, someone help pls

[geo-winchester]

BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION

A/N: Hi everyone sooo today is my birthday and I know I have a tons of request I should be working on but I want to celebrate this day with you guys, so I made this list with prompts of I love you a few are with Taylor swift songs and others are with actions, so I hope you have a great day and send me an asked if you want a request, and before I go I want to thank you for all your love and support you gave to me!!

I LOVE YOU WITH TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

1. I like shiny things but I marry you in paper rings.

2. And I can’t let you go, your heart print’s on my soul.

3. For you I would fall from grace just to touch your face.

4. But I stay when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes.

5. All these peoples thinks love’s for show, but I would die in secret.

6. No more keepin’ score now, I just want to keep you warm.

7. And at every table, I’ll save you a seat.

8. I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean wave blue come.

9. You’re my best friend.

10. I remember how we felt sitting by the water and every time I look at you, it’s like the first time.

11. You can hear it in the silence. You can feel it on my way home. You can see it with the lights out.

12. And I know I make the same mistakes every time, bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right.

13. I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck… not because he owns me because he knows me.

14. Squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi.

15. Can I go where you go? Can I we always be these close?

16. With your boots beneath my bed… forever is the sweetest con

17. And all at once you are the one I have been waiting for, king of my heart, body and soul.

18. I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends, I’d never walk Cornelia street again.

19. One single thread of gold tied me to you.

20. I once believed love would be burning red, but it’s golden

21. Please don’t ever become a stranger who’s laugh I could recognize anywhere.

22. Have I know you twenty second or twenty years.

23. All I know is a new found grace. All my days I’ll know your face.

24. Long live the walls we crashed through, I had the time of my life with you.

25. My house of stone, my ivy grows and now I’m covered in you.

26. Don’t want no other shade of blue but you.

27. Say my name and everything just stop.

28. I’d like to hangout with you for my whole life.

29. Baby all at once is enough.

30. Even in my worst times, you could se the best in me.

31. I had the best day with you today.

32. My waves meet your shore, ever and evermore.

33. I don’t wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you.

34. All that ends well to end up with you.

Other ways to say I love you.

35. Put your seatbelt on.

36. I save you a piece.

37. I got you something.

38. I told my family about you.

39. Text me when you land.

40. Do you want the last piece of pizza.

41. I make you coffee.

42. Have you eaten today?

43. To the moon and back.

44. This song reminds me of you.

45. Tell me more.

46. Here, take my jacket.

47. I’ll take you.

48. I got you a key of my house.

49. I made a playlist.

50. I like you.

Characters I write about: Poe dameron, Richard Alonzo Muñoz, duke Leto, Nathan Bateman, Santiago Garcia, Marc Spector, Steven grant, Jake Lockley, Jonathan Levy, William Tell, Llewyn Davis, Taron Egerton, jimmy Keene, Eggsy Unwin, Jake “hangman” Seresin

[rocketmanmadden]

Angst requests or ideas anyone?

Anyone have any angsty prompt ideas or requests for Richard Madden or Taron Egerton? Or even Ben Hardy! If so please send through! Thank you! Doesn’t matter how bad they are, the more angst the better;)

[bluesfortheredj]

The Talk.

Talk of an STD and a little bit of depression ahead. No male named, so will tag all those I write for.

His fingertips glide over the warm skin of your neck, making their way down from your jaw to your shoulder, then he slips your vest and bra straps down to your arm while his tongue swirls around yours tantalisingly slowly. Your hands move from his waist to slip their way up the front of his shirt and eventually clasp together at the back of his neck. The kiss had made your mind go completely blank, but as soon as you feel your other straps fall from your shoulder you’re snapped back to reality with a gasp that breaks you from his lips all too suddenly.

“I can’t,” you breathe, letting go of him immediately and pulling your straps back into position, “I really can’t.”

“Do you not want to be with me?” he asks with a slightly furrowed brow.

“I do! I really do, trust me. But I can’t.”

“What do you mean by can’t? Talk to me, (Y/N), please,” he begs.

This wasn’t the first time you’d almost got caught up in the moment, it was so easily done; especially when he caressed your face so sweetly with his slender fingers while his lips left a trail of fire down the side of your neck. You’d always managed to stop in time though, but you knew your excuses were wearing thin and the truth would have to come out one day, and it was looking as though today would be it. Tears were already building up in your eyes and you knew you couldn’t sob your way through this difficult conversation; he needed to hear every detail loud and clear. No other relationship had got this far because you’d been quick to end things before the need for this conversation would arise, yet things were so different with him, and you hadn’t been able to do your usual dump and run.

“How about you go and sit in the living room and I’ll get us a cup of tea, yeah?” he questions desperately, trying to get you to stay instead of run judging by the terrified look in your eyes.

You nod slowly, “yeah, okay.”

He walks down the hallway, the two of you only reaching the bottom of the stairs anyway, and you watch him until he’s out of sight before sighing and making your way into the lounge and perching yourself on the edge of his sofa. It’s the longest five minutes of your life as you await his entrance and he can’t help but give you a smile when he sees you practically ready to run at the drop of a hat.

“You can sit back and make yourself comfortable,” he encourages softly, “it’s okay.”

“Oh… yeah,” you reply nervously as you shuffle yourself backwards.

“Where would you be comfortable with me sitting?”

“Uh… probably the other end?”

“Right,” he nods, stepping back after placing your tea down on the coffee table in front of you and settling into the opposite corner of the sofa.

There’s a long pause as you think carefully about how to say what you need to without bursting into tears or making a run for the front door to avoid it altogether, and your gaze alternates from him to your cup, then finally to your hands that are fiddling with the inner seam of your jeans anxiously.

“I… I don’t really know how to say this… I’ve never had to do this before… I’ve never come this far in a relationship because I’ve been so scared of this conversation.”

He nods slowly, unsure of whether to say anything or not.

“With you though, it’s different, and no matter how much I didn’t want to face this, I couldn’t bring myself to leave you.”

“Well that’s a relief,” he chuckles.

“I wouldn’t say that just yet; you haven’t heard what I have to tell you.”

“You can tell me anything.”

“You’re going to hate me,” you say, inhaling a sob that was threatening to escape as you reach for your cup.

From the corner of your eye you can see him moving to reach out for you, “no, please, don’t,” you say as you put your free hand up to stop him, “please.”

“Okay,” he whispers, knowing this must be serious.

The hand that lifts your cup shakes as it makes its way to your lips and you take a tentative sip of the hot drink before returning it to the coaster for fear of spilling it onto your lap. You take a deep breath and close your eyes as if you’re about to dive into a pool, then the words that had never left your mouth before suddenly come tumbling out in three quick bursts, “I’ve got herpes.”

You hold your breath and clench your fists as if bracing for impact with your eyes squeezed tightly shut, and your body is completely frozen in place while you wait for some sort of reaction; him getting as far away from you as possible, him grimacing at the thought of you, him shouting at you to get out of his house… the possibilities were endless. It must be only thirty seconds until you feel him moving along the cushions and pressing his body against your side as he wraps an arm around your tense figure, yet it feels like forever, and you’re still unsure as to whether you should relax or not.

“Talk to me,” he encourages softly.

You shrug him off as carefully as you can then huddle against the arm of the sofa until he backs away a little and gives you some space, then you cuddle your cup in your lap and keep your eyes fixed on the liquid inside it as you bite back tears.

“I don’t really know what to say,” you eventually reply, “I’ve never done this before.”

“Talk me through what happened,” he whispers, “you seem to expect me to be horrified at this revelation; why?”

“Because I was when it happened. I felt sick constantly, I was disgusted by myself, it made me feel dirty and repulsive, and…” you pause as you shudder at all those thoughts that had invaded your mind all those years ago, “…it was only the second person I’d ever slept with, despite what this sort of thing connotes. He went down on me, there was nothing visible around his mouth, but when I was diagnosed it was confirmed it was the oral type.”

You have to stop as a sob erupts and the first tears begin to fall down your cheeks.

“When I told him he said he couldn’t see how it was him,” you scoff, remembering how hurt you’d felt when he accused you of lying, “as if I’d lie! Absolute bastard.”

“Oh, (Y/N),” he sighs, reaching out to your back and stroking it gently.

“Then when I confided in a couple of close friends I had one say ‘why don’t you just get with him, then it doesn’t matter?’ and the other who was male said ‘it’s a shame we can’t mess around now’,” you laugh through the tears before returning your cup to the table and dropping your face into the palms of your hands as you heave out one long sob.

He can’t hold himself back any longer and he leans forward to wrap his arms around your shaking body so he can then pull you back to rest against his chest while he lets himself fall against the back cushion, “it’s okay,” he soothes while he runs his fingers through your hair, “shhh. I hope you’re not friends with those people any more.”

You shake your head and he nods in approval, “good!”

“I won’t blame you if you never want to see me again,” you mumble, “I won’t mind if you want me to leave.”

“Leave?!” he laughs, “what are you on about?! Do you really think I’d chuck you out just because of this?”

You lift yourself off of his torso but still avoid any eye contact with him, “I would if I were you. You don’t have to deal with this if you don’t want to; it’s my problem.”

“First off it’s not a problem, and secondly you’re meant to share things when you’re with someone, so anything that’s bothering you is our thing to sort out, okay?”

“You’re being too nice. You can’t say this hasn’t changed how you think about me though, and I understand that you won’t want to touch me; I felt exactly the same. I was scared of my own body for so long, it took me years to build up the courage to touch myself after everything.”

“(Y/N),” he exhales sadly, “I’m not scared, and the only way it’s changed how I think about you is that now I know exactly how strong you are. I’m a little intimidated in all honesty!”

“Don’t be silly,” you scoff, then wipe your face with your hands, “can I use your bathroom?”

“You don’t need to ask. Of course you can.”

You scurry out of the room, still feeling those old emotions laying heavy on your shoulders at your admission, and as soon as you shut and lock the door to the bathroom behind you, you let out heaving sobs as your hands grip the sides of the sink. The shame, the sensation of dirtiness, the thoughts of self loathing all come rushing to the surface so quickly you feel as though you’re about to vomit. You manage to lift your eyes to the small mirror on the windowsill in front of where you’re standing and you immediately see a different person to the one you were expecting to see; you’re older now, stronger than what you’d been when it happened, and the changes in your face only reminded you how far you’d come since then. You take a deep breath before grabbing some loo roll and dabbing your eyes, then you click open the lock of the door and open in slowly. When you get to the living room he’s sitting there with his phone in his hand, his eyes fixed on the screen as his thumb scrolls.

“Did you know that around 70% of people have herpes but only about one in three will have symptoms?” he asks, his eyes not straying from the device, “so I could have it and not even know… plus apparently shedding of the virus decreases after time and after two years and barely any flare ups you hardly shed any of it, so the risk of passing it on is pretty minimal.”

“Yeah… I did know actually.”

“Shit, of course you did. That was stupid of me to say, I’m sorry. I’m just reading up, that’s all, and honestly none of this matters to me…” he pauses as he watches your face carefully and lowers his phone, “but I have a feeling that it’s not really the virus that’s the problem… it’s what it represents in your mind, right?”

You nod in reply; he was completely right and it had taken opening up to someone for you to realise it. There was absolutely nothing wrong with having herpes, you were one of millions, but the stigma and sequence of events that had played out during your time of being diagnosed was what had made you so terrified about admitting it.

“I’m really sorry,” you sigh, suddenly embarrassed about getting so worked up about it all, “that was more than a little dramatic.”

“Don’t be sorry! I’m honoured to be the first, and hopefully only, romantic partner you tell so of course it would be an emotional roller coaster for you. Don’t beat yourself up for feeling things so deeply, especially with everything that went on at the time and the shitty people you had around you,” he stands from the sofa and holds his arms out, “now will you please come here so I can hug you without you trying to escape me?”

You let out a short laugh at his question, “I think I can manage that.”

He leans his cheek against your hair as his arms envelop you into a tight embrace, “so… uh… when we do, y’know, I think you’re going to have to demonstrate what you like. I don’t wanna do it wrong after you having perfected it over the last few years.”

You lean away from him to see his face now slightly flushed, “I’m sure you don’t need any… oh! Right,” you chuckle, realising that he wanted to see you pleasure yourself, “I’m sure that won’t be a problem.”

“I can’t promise I’ll keep my hands to myself though,” he winks, giving your bum a quick squeeze.

You smile up at him then bury your face into his neck as you resume the much needed cuddle and he sighs contentedly as his arms hold your now calm body.

[multiverseofimagines]

lyric prompts

please refer to my master list when requesting.

➣ I will also be writing prompts for this list as well, which includes the classic rock fandom.

this prompt list will be open for all of autumn, please refer to this when requesting for the next few weeks. I also have a movie quote prompt list coming soon!

feel free to reblog for your own writing purposes.

❝You’re the blueprint, to my stupid sounds.❞ Sleep Alone by Waterparks.  

❝ She's on his mind day and night, thinks he takes her for granted but to her surprise, he needs her more than she needs him❞  How to tell a girl I want to kiss her? By Modern Baseball

❝ I said I'd never let you go, and I never did❞ Have Faith In Me By A Day to Remember

❝ Don’t you dare say we can just be friends.❞  If it means a lot to you by A Day To Remember 

❝ Now my bedsheets smell like your cologne. And in our separate world's we sleep alone❞ Coffee Breath By Sofia Mills

❝ Worrying about My Brother Finding out. Where’s the fun in doing what you’re told?❞  Girls by The 1975

❝ you make me hard, but she makes me weak. ❞ Be my Mistake By The 1975

❝ Hold eachother close, like it’s not the end❞  Dearly Departed By Marianas Trench

❝ We keep this love in a photograph. We made these memories for ourselves❞ Photograph by Ed Sheeran

❝ I've never fell in love I've saved those feelings for you So let's do all the stupid shit that young kids do❞  18 By Khalid

❝ Sweet creature, sweet creature, Wherever I go, you bring me home❞  Sweet Creature by Harry Styles

❝ She lives in her world, so unaware. Does she know that my destiny lies with her?❞  Sarah Smiles By Panic! at the disco.

❝  She plays songs I've never heard. An old lover's hippie music Pretends not to know the words❞ Canyon Moon By Harry Styles

 ❝ When the moon found the sun. He looked like he was barely hanging on. But her eyes saved his life❞ When The Day Met The Night by Panic! At the disco

 ❝ You and me were raised in the same part of town Got these scars on the same ground. Remember how we used to kick around just wasting time?❞ A.m by One Direction

❝  Crowded town or silent bed. Pick a place to rest your head and Give me a minute to hold my girl❞  Hold my Girl by George Ezra

❝ if I’m so special, then why am I a secret? ❞ Teachers Pet by Melanie Martinez

❝  Without you to hold I'll be freezing❞  Drunk by Ed Sheeran

❝ What started in beautiful rooms, always ends in parking lots ❞ Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift

❝ I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you ❞ Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift

❝ You Drew Stars around My Scars ❞ Cardigan by Taylor Swift

[takeontaron-blog]

Personal Assistant - Chapter Two

Read Chapter One here ->  Masterlist

Taron x Reader x Richard

You were relieved when the catering showed up so you could have an excuse to take a short break. You stretched and set your notes down as you made your way to the food, picking up a quarter-cute sandwich triangle and biting down into it, deciding to check your personal phone for any notifications. You glanced up when you noticed someone coming to stand in front of you, and the person gave you a smile. 

“Richard,” he introduced himself. 

“Y/N.” You tucked your cell under your arm to shake his hand. 

“Lovely name.” You could have sworn you saw his eyes twinkle. “So you work for Taron, I assume?”

You nodded. “As of yesterday, yeah.”

“Very nice. I hope he’s treating you well, though by the looks of it he’s treating you quite well.” You followed his gaze as it glanced at the sofa where Taron had remained by your side the entire morning, only moving away when he had to to look at somebody’s computer screen or take a call, then returning to his place beside you. 

You felt unsure what to say, and Richard laughed. “Oh, I’m just joking with you, love.” He winked. “Although Taron does seem to have taken quite a fancy to you.” He picked up a sandwich himself from the table and took a bite. 

“Ooo…oh!” you stumbled over your reaction. “I mean, he’s my boss and all, so -“

“Right, and you seem the professional type, so in that case,” he reached into his pocket and handed you his phone. “Would you give me the honor of having your number in my cell?”

You stared at the phone, then his face, then the phone again. Well, this was weird, but you weren’t necessarily complaining. You smiled and tried to hide your blushing behind a small giggle as you accepted the phone and typed your contact info into his phone, then handing it back. Richard smiled and immediately sent you a text message, your personal phone chiming under your arm where you had tucked it earlier. He looked pleased at the sound. 

“So, what do you think of the very chaotic script thus far?” he asked. 

“Oh, well…” you faltered. “In all honesty, I’ve never even read a script before…”

Richard chuckled. “Well then this is a very stressful first experience for you.”

“I suppose so,” you laughed, finally feeling a bit more at ease and less worried about being judged about your opinions. You weren’t sure how, well, honest you were actually allowed to be around actors and screen writers and such as of yet, but with Richard, it seemed very laid back and genuine and you were grateful for that. 

“Ahh, you’ve met Y/N, I see.” You suddenly heard Taron’s voice from behind, and you turned slightly to see him leaning against the table, hands casually in his pants pockets. 

“I have,” Richard replied, keeping his eyes locked on you. “She’s charming.”

“Isn’t she, though?” Taron quipped, and you got the sense that there was an odd bit of jealousy in his tone. “I’m quite lucky to have her on my team. Which, Y/N, Connie actually asked me to pop over and grab you. She needs your help taking down some notes on a conference call she’s about to make.”

“Of course,” you answered, and you turned back to Richard. “It was very nice to meet you.”

“And you, darling,” he smirked, more at Taron than at you, and you excused yourself to go back to work. Taron stayed by Richard at the table, which was directly in your point of view as you took your seat next to Connie on the sofa, and you were acutely aware of them both looking at you as they made conversation. You shivered a bit, well aware that they were most likely talking about you, and you were both dying to know what was being said but also thankful you weren’t within listening distance so you could actually focus on getting your work done. 

It was about four hours later, even though it had felt like a few days, when everyone was dismissed for the day. A lot had happened since you had awoken this morning. A stage for filming had been secured, the script had gone from segments and scraps to something decently coherent, and as Connie told you and Taron’s crew about tomorrow’s plan, your neck suddenly broke out in goosebumps when you realized Taron had squeezed his way onto the sofa seat next to you and was leaning dangerously close to the side of your face. He gave off the appearance of just leaning in to hear what Connie was saying, since it was still a bit noisy in the suite with everyone else talking as well, but you knew that Taron already had his own plan set and that Connie’s agenda had been based around that so he had no need to listen in. You drew in a soft, sharp breath when you felt Taron’s fingers lightly graze down the back of your neck, his eyes still trained on Connie as if listening intently, but you knew that he was very aware of what he was doing. You were brought back to reality quickly when you realized Connie was looking directly at you and had finished her sentence with your name. Taron casually dropped his hand to rest against the back of the sofa, unnoticed by anyone other than yourself. 

“I’m so sorry, I spaced out for just a moment. Can you repeat that last part?” you asked apologetically. 

Connie sighed in mild frustration, but by this time you knew it was more just from exhaustion than from anything you had done. “Yeah, Jim is going to get the script typed up and emailed to everyone by tonight. I need you to go get copies printed for everyone, I’ll text you the amount we’ll need as soon as I confirm that in a bit. I’ll send you the address and time for meeting on-set tomorrow.”

You nodded. “Got it.”

Connie smiled a little. “Sorry, you’ve done nothing wrong, I’m just tired.”

“Oh, I’m feeling the same,” you laughed. She smiled a bit bigger, then looked around at her crew, nodding. “Okay, team. Let’s get this done. See you in the morning.” 

You wanted to lean back into the sofa and just breathe for a moment before heading out, but realized it might be awkward with Taron’s arm draped over the back of it, his body sitting so closely to your own that your thighs were touching. You turned to look at him, and he immediately gave you a cheeky grin. 

“Whatcha doin’ the rest of the day?” he asked, his eyes dancing as he swiftly looked you up and down before bringing his hand from behind the sofa to rub lightly on his chin. 

“Probably sleeping, I’m really tired.” 

“Yeah? Well, before you head back, could I tempt you with some dinner? As you know, my room is just a few feet down the hall, and you’ve only had a couple bites all day.” You were about to reply when you caught Richard out of the corner of your eye, staring at you intensely from the other end of the room. You glanced over for a single moment before you felt your face being turned back towards Taron as he gently used a finger to guide your chin back to him. “Not him, me. Ignore him. He’s a bastard.”

You weren’t sure why, but you laughed, which made Taron’s face light up. “So is that a yes, then?”

“In all honesty, I would love to get some food with you, but I truly am tired. Can I request a raincheck?”

“Absolutely. I’ll hold you to it, though.”

“Deal.” You smiled as you stood, collecting your papers and swinging your purse over your shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll look forward to it,” Taron winked, and you turned quickly as you tried to hide the smile breaking out across your face. 

As you reached the door, a hand moved in front of you to grab the doorknob and open it for you. Richard was smiling. “See you in the morning, Y/N.” His voice went deeper and his accent was crystal clear when he said your name, and you hated that you liked it so much. You left the room as everyone else began following you out, and when you finally reached your car, you leaned back in the seat and exhaled loudly, closing your eyes for a second. Jesus, what a busy and odd day. You opened your purse to check your work cell, then began digging rapidly. 

Shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You leaned your forehead on the steering wheel and groaned. You had left your work phone in the suite. You genuinely were exhausted, and even though it would only take a moment to go back and retrieve the device, you didn’t want to have to walk all that way again and it would also be awkward to have to enter the room again with no one else there except Richard. Oh, well. You forced yourself out of your vehicle and made your way back up to the room, knocking softly on the door which almost immediately swung open. 

Taron was grinning at you. “Hey! Did you forget something?”

“My phone, actually.”

Richard appeared behind him. “Come on in, I’ll help you look for it,” he offered, and you made your way inside and began searching. 

“When was the last time you remember using it?” Richard asked as Taron closed the hotel room door, locking it. You were taken aback that he’d lock it, since you only planned on being here for a moment, but you brushed the thought aside as you began tracing your steps from earlier that day. 

“I used it right when we all got here this morning, then set it on the breakfast table….but I don’t see it.”

“Things get thrown around all the time when so many people are crowded in such a small space. It probably fell underneath something,” Taron offered, making his way over to you as you sat back down on the sofa, trying to recall where you might have absent-mindedly set it. Taron sat down next to you once again, and you suddenly noticed Richard wasn’t helping look for the phone, either, but instead was standing just a foot or so away from you, one hand in his pocket. 

“Uhhhhh…” you began, very confused, when you felt Taron’s fingers wrap themselves in the fabric of your suit jacket by your waist and pull you into him, his face mere inches from yours. 

“Oh, shit!” you squeaked, not upset as much as just completely taken off guard. 

“Hey,” he breathed, his stupid smile creeping back onto his face as his eyes shot back and forth between your eyes and your lips. “I’ve had something I’ve been wanting to know all damn day,” he said softly, sexily, as his tongue snaked out to lick his bottom lip. “Do your panties match the dress?”

“Taron!” Richard scolded, although there was no sign of any actual seriousness in his tone. “Don’t scare the poor girl.” He swiftly sat down on your opposite side, and you were now basically locked in between the two men. 

“Ohhhh, I think our sweet girl isn’t that disturbed,” Taron purred, teeth locking onto your bottom lip as he bit it gently and you gasped and pulled back a bit, only to feel your back crashing into Richard’s chest. “I think she’s probably quite the little minx in the sack.”

Richard’s hands gripped your waist as Taron’s went down to run up the length of your calf, stopping right above the knee where your skirt ended. “Are you going to let him talk about you like that, hmm?” Richard now nipped at your ear lobe, and you inhaled sharply, completely unsure of what to do. “Why don’t you go ahead and set the record straight for both of us?” You yelped as Richard’s teeth sunk into your neck. 

“I, uhh…I…ohhhh,” you breathed suddenly as Taron’s mouth went straight for your throat, sucking and licking while Richard continued to leave tiny bites down the side of your neck. 

“I think we need to fuck the answer out of her,” Taron replied, breathy, moving his head up to stare into your face, his eyes hooded and his face slightly flushed. 

“I’m not against that idea,” Richard agreed, reaching in front to begin unbuttoning your coat. 

“Wait, whoa, just…hold the fuck up.” You suddenly found your voice, and both men instantly froze, waiting for your to finish. “I….no! No, this is..I can’t, no…” You motioned your hand towards Taron, your words failing you once again. “And, and YOU!” You pointed at Richard. “I just met you!”

Richard shrugged, and Taron chuckled. “I’m not going to tell anyone you’re fucking your boss if you don’t want me to,” he said, leaning forward again and taking your lips between his own before you could dispute it. 

Oh, fuck…his lips were soft and wet and consuming yours in just the right way, you realized, and you froze, not kissing him back but making no effort to stop him. He broke the kiss a moment later, his eyes filled with intense lust as his breathing became a bit labored when he began kissing you again. This time, you kissed back, gingerly allowing your hand to touch the sides of his face. 

You realized that you were suddenly falling backwards in a slow, controlled manner, as Richard leaned back against the couch arm behind him and pulled you up so your head leaned against his shoulder. 

“I want every bit of you that you’re willing to give me,” Taron said huskily, and you shivered, feeling your arousal gathering between your thighs. “But I also don’t want to rush you. So…” his words faded as he unzipped your skirt and pulled it off you in one quick movement. You gasped, behind held against Richard still in your coat but now without any bottom other than your panties. You whined as Taron pushed his nose onto your clothed pussy, breathing in, feeling overwhelmed and vulnerable. 

“Mmmm, I knew you were going to be a treat.” His teeth latched onto your panties then, dragging them away from your heat. You watched in awe for a moment, then felt the embarrassment coming back in full force. 

“Wait,” you groaned, slightly fighting against Richard’s strong arms that held your waist to his stomach. “Wait, I don’t know- “

“He won’t do anything you’re not going to enjoy,” Richard cooed in your ear, and you moaned as Taron threw your panties across the room, Richard’s breathe in your ear causing you to shudder. 

Taron glanced up at his mate who was keeping you pressed against him. “Keep her open for me,” he said, and before you could process anything Richard’s hands gripped firmly underneath your thighs, bringing them up against his shoulders as he opened you wide for Taron’s greedy eyes. 

“Shhhh,” Richard soothed as you felt your face go deep red and you began squirming. “We’ve got you. Just enjoy yourself. If you need us to stop, just tell us to stop.”

Every fiber of your being was feeling simultaneously aroused and panicked, but there was nothing inside you wanting to say no. Rather, you were feeling lightheaded from the suddenness of it all, and seeing Taron’s face slowly approach your pussy as you were being forced open for him but just so damn much to handle. You watched as his thick tongue traced a firm line from your back to the tip of your mound, ending with a harsh suck on your clit as your head fell back and your eyes shut tightly, yelping at the sensation. 

“Now that’s our good girl,” Richard praised, placing kissing up and down your neck as Taron slowly began flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit. He then traced down to your opening and thrust his tongue inside, your hips bucking into his face. Taron hummed his approval against your heat, using his fingers to pull your folds apart and holding you down as Richard pinned your legs back more tightly. 

You couldn’t remember a time you had felt anything this pleasurable, this intense, and tears began pricking at the corners of your eyes as you gasped and your moans grew louder. Taron’s attention went back to your clit, his lips locking around it as he switched back and forth between flicking, licking, sucking on you. 

“What sounds you make, kitten,” Richard cooed in your ear, and you opened your eyes momentarily to look up into his face. He was smiling down at you, obviously enjoying the show, and he brought his lips down to yours and began swallowing your moans as his tongue began to explore your mouth. You yelped loudly as you felt Taron bite onto your clit and your body shook, making Richard pull back so you could get some air. 

“Fuck!” you gasped, and Taron smirked. 

“Share!” Richard frowned down at his friend. 

“Her noises are mine,” Taron replied before going back to trace his tongue around your opening and tongue-fucking you again. You felt dizzy enough as it was without the two men arguing over you, and any ounce of an ego that you had swelled inside as you began feeling your climax build. You began chanting Taron’s name, incoherent to anything else around you. 

“It’ll be my turn next time,” Richard said softly to you before beginning to nip and bite at your neck and ear again. ‘And, believe me, it’ll be so much better than this that you’ll forget Taron’s name.”

Taron’s brows furrowed as he heard Richard’s words, and he thrust a long, thick finger into your pussy as he went back to tonguing your clit, and you cried out loudly as he began finger-fucking you roughly. 

“Please!” you gasped. “It’s too much.”

Taron groaned, his mouth never leaving your clit as he added a second finger, curling them and hitting your spot just right. Your orgasm hit you hard and out of nowhere, and you tensed and shook and your moans were hitting nearly screaming levels as wave after wave took you over, Richard continuing to suck on your neck and Taron milking your orgasm as long as he could. You finally began coming down, your legs still trembling and you gulped in air as you whimpered pathetically. Richard slowly released your legs and held onto them until they were resting against the sofa on either side of Taron’s body as he licked up the last of your juices, then sitting up to look at you. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight then this.”

You knew you must have looked insane, flushed and half-naked and trying to regain composure. Richard helped you sit up as Taron retried your panties, easily slipping them up over your legs and then following it with your skirt. He gave you a deep kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips, and he swelled with pride when you responded by moaning into him. Both men helped you stand up, and as you steadied yourself, a look of utter confusion crossed your face. 

“What is it, love?” Richard asked softly.

“I….I forgot what I came up here for.”

Taron reached into his back pocket, pulling out your phone. “I think it was this.”

[not-another-fangirl74]

Harry/Colin is like... Back off bitch he is mine!!!

[thosequeenboys]

Long-legged Deacy — “Blue jean baby”

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

5K Music Prompts

Here are the prompts you can use to request for 5sos (INY included), BoRhap (+ the cast and their characters), Rocketman (same deal) and One Direction

“I’m your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that”

“After long enough you kind of just get used to having an ocean between you”

“I’m not good enough for you”

“We can’t keep doing this - I can’t keep doing this”

“Kiss me?”

“Talk to me, you can’t take on all of this alone”

“I’m sorry - I didn’t know where else to go”

“Why did my heart have to choose you to fall in love with?”

“I feel like loving you shouldn’t hurt this much”

“What’re you thinking about?”

“You’re trembling”

“I said I don’t like surprises!”

“And you said you’d never settle down”

“Just trust me”

“Well you see I was walking home and went past a pet store and I couldn’t help but think how cute one would be at home with us”

“Wanna, like - I mean, if you’re not busy… we could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

“How long have we known each other and you still don’t know my name?”

“Alright, who the fuck drew a dick on my face?”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“I want you to have this”

“I have no clue what this is supposed to be”

“I will physically fight you for that last piece of chocolate if it comes to it”

“You’re the only person who could ever pull off wearing that jumper, my grandma is going to be so proud that someone has finally worn it”

“IS IT ACTUALLY SNOWING?”

“I know you said not to buy you anything but...’tis the season and all that!”