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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.

 =

 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…

[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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

=

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.

=

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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[nuggets-and-french-fries]

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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@elizami11s

@elstashle

@geo-winchester

[nuggets-and-french-fries]

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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[nuggets-and-french-fries]

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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[nuggets-and-french-fries]

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.

=

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.

=

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.

=

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.

=

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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[nuggets-and-french-fries]

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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[nuggets-and-french-fries]

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.

Most of all @stronglyobsessed​ would you be interested in a second part as you were the original requester.

[nuggets-and-french-fries]

~Jimmy Keene: The Story of Us.

Note: I’m not sure how good this is but I really like how it turned out. It’s super cute and really made my heart melt.

Please keep in mind that there is probably a plethora of mistakes etc. in this but please ignore them.

For the very last time, please enjoy!

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5:20am was never a time that Mia woke up at but one week into having a newborn, her body was already trained to start the day earlier. Normally she was ok with that but being woken up at that time with painful postpartum contractions were not something Mia envisioned for her Saturday morning, especially since she and Jimmy had agreed to go for a walk today.

Mia laid in her spot for a minute trying to decide if the cramps were bad enough to do anything about. After about a second, Mia decided that they were bad, and she knew that the only thing that would help her was to sit on the toilet. So mis threw the covers off her body and stiffly sat up, trying not to aggravate the swelling that had occurred down there.

She quietly trudged to the bathroom, turned the light on and sat down on the toilet. She was on there for about a minute or two when Jimmy appeared in the doorway rubbing his eyes.

“You ok?” He asked huskily as a yawn escaped his mouth.

“Contractions.” Mia replied as she hid her face in her hands.

It wasn’t that she was embarrassed, it was more for the fact that the lights were bright, and her body was so exhausted.

“Can I do anything?” He asked as he sat down on the edge of the tub.

“Hold my hand?” Mia replied as she held her hand out for him to take.

Jimmy smiled and took hold of her hand.

They sat like that for another minute before Paisley could be heard whimpering through her baby monitor.

“I’ll go, you get back to bed and get comfortable.” Jimmy told his wife, helping her to stand and pull her pants and underwear back up.

“Thanks Jim.” Mia said.

“Love you.” He mumbled as he disappeared from the room.

Mia laid back down in the bed and she would have stayed awake, but her eyes were way too heavy, and the sleep took over as soon as her head hit the pillow again.

=

A few hours later Mia was still sleeping, and Jimmy was wide awake not knowing what to do with himself as both of his girls were sound asleep. Sure he could go back to sleep himself but what good would that do when the house needed to be cleaned and he was hungry and to be honest, itching to work out.

Jimmy yawned and carefully got out of bed and went to the closet to find his grey workout shorts.

When he was ready felt good to go, Jimmy headed downstairs with the baby monitor in hand so that he could hear when his daughter needed him.

Of course he barely stepped foot in the home gym when the baby made her needs known. Jimmy sighed but happily rushed up the stairs to his little girl.

“Good morning Pais, did you have a good sleep?” He asked as he picked up the newborn. Paisley immediately stopped her cries and settled in her dad’s arms.

“Goodness missy, you need a diaper change.” Jimmy noted as he smelled the poop wafting from her soiled diaper.

Jimmy laid Paisley down on her change pad and went about changing her.

When she had a fresh Diaper on, Jimmy picked her back up and went to her closet where Mia had an array of baby clothes stocked.

“Ok, let’s see.” Jimmy said as he went through the sweet little onesies he and Mia had bought for their daughter when they found out Mia was pregnant.

Finally, Jimmy settled on a onesie that was covered in small delicate duckies. It looked so cute on the baby that it made Jimmy’s heart melt. She was all her mama.

=

At 9:12am, Mia woke up and stretched. Yes, she was still tired, but she felt more rested, and she was about to turn over to go back to sleep when she heard the blender start up downstairs.

She smiled to herself and got out of bed and went to the bathroom so she could shower and freshen up a bit before joining her husband and daughter for breakfast.

=

“Well, hello.” Mia said as she walked downstairs to see Jimmy pouring his protein shake in a cup with one hand while his cheek rested on Paisley’s head to stop her head from moving. It was really cute to see but what made it even more comical was the fact that Paisley was peeking over his burp rag clad shoulder almost as though she was checking to see who was disrupting her time with her dad.

“Morning babe.” Mia said as she kissed his bare shoulder before kissing Paisley’s head.

“How are you feeling?” Jimmy asked as he turned to face Mia.

“Still tired but a bit better. Thank you for letting me sleep.” Mia replied.

“Good.” He replied.

“Nice shorts Mr. Keene.” Mia whispered in his ear as she lightly smacked his butt.

Jimmy chuckled and winked at her. He knew that she loved it when he wore those specific shorts.

Mia was going to say something else, but Paisley beat her to it and started rooting and crying.

“Come here honey.” Mia said as she gently took the baby from Jimmy.

Mia walked over to the couch so that she could nurse paisley.

“There we go.” Mia said, feeling proud that she and Paisley had a really good breastfeeding system now.

Breastfeeding came easy at first but after a couple of days, Paisley appeared to be struggling which caused so much pain for Mia as her nipples felt as though they had been cut by a million tiny shards of glass. Some nights she even cried while Jimmy did everything he did to help his wife.

Jimmy stayed in the kitchen and made breakfast for Mia and cleaned up as he watched on. He was so proud of Mia for everything she had gone through. She was so strong and so brave. She made his world so much better. In his eyes, he’d be lost without her.

“The house looks good baby, thanks for cleaning it.” Mia said over her shoulder as she continued to nurse the baby.

Jimmy looked over at his wife and smiled.

“You’re welcome but you won’t be saying that when you hear what I found while I was cleaning.” Jimmy told her mischievously.

“Oh god, what?” Mia cringed, thinking of what he was on about.

“Your old ballet recital tapes.” He said.

Mia grunted. She did enjoy ballet when she was younger but now that she was older and so out of touch with it, she kind of loathed it, especially since it caused so many ankle issues now.

“Where did you find them?” Mia asked, moving to burp Paisley.

“Nowhere in particular.” He answered nonchalantly.

“We aren’t watching them.” Mia told him and he playfully pouted at her as he came over to where she was sitting.

When he was comfortable, he took the burp rag from Mia’s shoulder and took the baby so that he could finish burping her.

“Why not? I thought we could show Paisley how cute you were.” Jimmy whined, sticking his bottom lip out as paisley looked at him with wide eyes as she let out the biggest burp she could muster.

Mia giggled and Jimmy smiled.

“That’s my girl.” Jimmy praised, kissing the baby’s small cheek.

“Fine, we can watch them.” Mia said, leaning back.

“But.” Jimmy said, knowing there was more.

“We have to watch your old home movies too.” Mia said as a smirk grew on her face.

Jimmy just looked at her. Sure he liked reliving the old days but as he got older and now had a family, he’d much rather focus on the now and what the future held for him.

“We could make some popcorn and spend the day showing Paisley our story. Hell we could watch our wedding video.” Mia suggested.

“You just had breakfast.” Jimmy said.

Mia shrugged.

“So, I’m breastfeeding. I’m hungry all the time.” She told him, making him chuckle.

“Why don’t you pick the tape you want to show her first and we’ll go make some popcorn.” Jimmy said as he and Paisley headed for the kitchen.

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Once the popcorn was ready, Jimmy and the baby rejoined Mia on the couch and Mia covered them all in a warm blanket as Jimmy situated the big bowl in front of him and Mia so they could both reach.

“Alright, let’s watch the story of us.” Mia said as Jimmy pressed play.

Mia laid her head Jimmy’s shoulder as they watched a tiny Mia frolic about the stage in her bright pink tutu.

“I love you so much.” Jimmy said softly as the same tiny Mia waved at the camera.

“I love you so much too.” Mia replied.

“Forever and always?” Jimmy asked.

Mia looked at him and kissed him tenderly.

“Forever and always.” Mia told him before kissing him tenderly once more before they turned back to the screen, reliving their pasts and showing their daughter their stories.

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~Taron Egerton: Buzzing Attraction.

Summer…

The season of abundant bright sunshine. Hot sandy beaches, ice-cold treats and barbeques with friends and family. Swimming in the ocean, fishing and collecting rocks and other fun treasures one comes across during beach trips.

It was also the season of gentle sea breezes, swarms of seagulls, fish and chips, walks along the pier, sun bathing and picnics in the park or in the safety of your back yard. If you were feeling really adventurous and a tad frisky though, you could even say that it was the season of new found love and naughty activities with your new neighbors. That’s what it was for y/n and the hottie next door.

Y/n had just moved into the empty house next to Taron’s and while he’d normally go over and introduce himself or offer to help carry heavy boxes, he was just getting back into the routine of being home in Wales as he had been overseas filming his new swashbuckling movie, The Adventures of Anne Bonny, in which he portrayed pirate, Calico Jack.  

Taron was tired to say the least and when he woke up that morning to see such a beautiful bright sunny  sky, he decided that a day in the backyard with Nelly was needed. He ordered himself some food, grabbed a few beers and treats for Nelly before heading outside in just his shorts to soak up the weather.

Y/n on the other hand had been bathing in the sun for the last half an hour in her new black bikini. She had never really had the confidence to buy swim suits like that but with this fresh start, she figured that she’d try it and if she was being honest, it made her feel quite sexy. Sexier than the slime she was dating before she moved to Aber.

She was really loving to be in a town where community really mattered. Where everyone knew everyone and looked after one another. The locals were great and would often tell stories of people in the town. One of which, she had already heard many of. Her new neighbor. Upon hearing these stories, she knew being civil with him was the way to go, because she still wanted to be careful. Mind you, she didn’t really trust anybody yet. That would come in it’s own time. She couldn’t lie though; he was incredibly good looking and had the most adorable sassy dog.

Speaking of the sassy ball of fluff and fur, she was busy swimming after the ball Taron had thrown into the pool for her to catch. Fetch was her favorite game and when she could, she would always try and initiate a game or two with whoever gave her attention, which most of the time was Taron’s two young sisters, Rosie and Mari.

Y/n could hear Taron talking to Nelly and it made her smile. He sounded like a good guy. Nelly of course would bark back as though answering him.

She was just about to say something to him when out of nowhere, the stupid bee that had been bothering y/n earlier, returned. This time though, it was out for revenge after y/n swatted at it. It landed right on her inner thigh. Y/n had heard that if you stayed as still as you could, the bees etc. wouldn’t sting you. She tried this but the bastard ignored that and stung her anyway.

Y/n let out a yelp and jumped from her lounge chair in attempt to get the stinging sensation to dissipate. It didn’t. It only intensified.

“What happened?” Taron asked as he jumped the fence and rushed to her aid.

Y/n stopped her over reactive movements and just stared at him. What the hell was he doing?

He helped y/n over to the lounge chair she had been sitting on previously and began examining her body for any harm; and without thinking, this included completely removing her swimming bottoms, which normally y/n would say something about, but she was honestly too flabbergasted to register what was going on.

“Bee sting.” Was all that y/n managed to squeak out as she continued to watch him and what he was doing.

Meanwhile, Nelly was looking at her human through the fence and if she could, she would have rolled her eyes at his overdramatic action of jumping over the fence. The four-legged animal let out a sound similar to a scoff and went back to retrieving her ball from the pool, letting a splash follow in her wake.

While Taron was examining her, y/n tried to keep her moans to herself. His hands felt good against her skin and his fingers -which were very close to her core- felt better than she could have imagined. It was only when Taron noticed how quiet she was, that he realized what he had done. His stomach dropped. Not only had he jumped the fence and invaded her property, but he had also just invaded her personal space and violated her. His hands fell from her, and he moved back. Y/n was disappointed at the lack of contact.

“I’m so sorry.” He said quickly, making y/n nod slowly.

What was she supposed to say? Was she supposed to get mad like anyone would and had the right to or was she supposed to tell him to keep going because it felt so good to be touched that way.

Oh no, instead, all that came out was a moan that she had been supressing.

Taron’s brows rose in amusement and y/n blushed a deep Scarlett. I guess getting mad at him like her brain wanted was out of the question. Stupid hormones.

Y/n cleared her throat and smirked at him.

“I was going to yell at you for that, but I guess you caught me.” She replied through an embarrassed chuckle.

“Felt that good did it?” Taron asked, taking a leap of faith with the seduction and teasing in his tone of voice.

“Honestly?” Y/n asked, biting her lip a little for effect.

Taron nodded.

Y/n motioned for him to come closer with her finger and he slowly inched forward, placing his hands on the arm rests either side of her body, essentially trapping her in place.

“I want to see what that tongue of yours can do.” She teased, running her fingers along his arm tenderly, sending shivers not only down his spine, but hers as well. She was never like this, but she was too turned on to care.

Taron smirked down at her and watched as she subtly licked her lower lip in anticipation.

“Is that so?” He teased.

Y/n watched him with hungry eyes as she nodded slowly, letting out a small yet low hum.

“Yes.” She replied softly, bringing her hands up to remove the sunglasses he was wearing. She wanted to see his eyes. She wanted to look into them as she felt his tongue in places it shouldn’t be.

“Spread your legs.” He whispered before lowering his face to hers, silently asking for a kiss.

Y/n tilted her head back a little more, inviting his lips to grace hers in a tender yet erotically passionate dance. One that left y/n feeling electrified, heady and wanted. One that neither she nor Taron had ever experienced in their lives. One that left her feeling breathless and warm at the same time.

Taron was the one to break the kiss and the look in y/n’s eye told him all that he needed to know. She was hooked on him as much as he was to her.

He smiled at her and moved down to situate himself between her legs. The place he had been before with concern for her but now, he was down there with nothing but lust and a deep yearning for her.

“Ready?” He asked, wanting to make sure she was ok with his actions this time.

Y/n locked eyes with him and nodded, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Yes.” She replied, a giddiness in her tone.

Taron took note of the tone and winked at her, making her blush once more. She couldn’t wait any longer. She wanted him. No, she needed him.

Y/n watched as he inched closer to her core and when she felt his breath fan across her clit, she shuddered. He glanced up at her and saw that infatuation was written all over her face. It made him feel attractive, more than he ever had.

“Holy fuck.” Y/n gasped as she felt the tip of his tongue barely graze over her clit. Her body arched into him, trying to feel more.

Taron smiled against her as he swirled his tongue around her clit with more pressure. Y/n moaned out and grasped on to the arm rest, in an attempt to steady herself.

Never before had she felt this amount of pleasure course through her veins. Y/n had known some pretty good cunnilingus in her time, but this was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was pure ecstasy, and she didn’t know what else to do other than grip the arm rests as she attempted to catch her breath, but it was damn near impossible as she felt his tongue enter her.

“Oh god.” She moaned out.

Taron pulled away enough to look up at her.

“Keep going.” Y/n said, harsher than she meant to. The amusement in Taron’s eyes made her smile down at him. He was enjoying this and frankly, so was she.

“On one condition.” Taron replied.

“What?” She questioned.

“Go out with me.” He answered as he let his fingers graze over her pussy ever so lightly. Y/n moaned and bit her lower lip.

“Give me an orgasm out of this world and I will.” She bartered, desperate for a release. One he was currently delaying.

“You got yourself a deal.” Taron mumbled against her dripping pussy.

As he inserted his middle finger into her, y/n threw her head back and moaned even louder than she had been. Taron moved to suck on her clit as he added his ring finger into her. He began pumping his fingers in and out of her; slow at first and then as fast as his arm would let him.

The sensation of his fingers inside her, stretching her out and the suction he had over her clit had y/n writhing in rapture. Her body felt as though it was on fire with all the stimulation it was receiving.

Y/n was too in her own world to realize just how close she was. Taron though, he could feel her pulsing around his fingers, and this gave him the indication that she was so close, so, he moved his fingers even faster and gave one last good suck before she was writhing on the lounge chair. Her body on overdrive as she squirted. Something she had never done during sex of any kind.

Taron watched in awe at the scene in front of him. Sure he had been told that he had a talent in the oral sex area but to see the effects of it play out in front of him had his body pulsing with the need for his own release. He tried to stop it, but it was no use. His cock twitched in his shorts and left him shuddering as his own orgasm rushed through him.

“I can’t move.” Y/n said, barely able to form the words.

Taron wanted to reply but he was too busy going through his own climax to do so.

Y/n opened her eyes and saw the pleasure on his face. She giggled lazily to herself as she watched him come back down.

“Wow, I’ve never done that before.” Y/n said after a minute or two.

Taron opened his eyes and looked at her with question.

“I’ve never made a guy cum without touching him.” She admitted, smiling at him. It was Taron’s turn to blush a deep Scarlett.

“It’s hot.” She told him, boosting his confidence (and ego) a little bit.

“Yeah?” He asked, looking down at his crotch.

“Oh yeah.” She replied.

They looked at each other and smirked.

“So, how about we get cleaned up and go on that date?” Y/n suggested, making Taron nod.

“Just promise me one thing.” Y/n said.

“What’s that?” He replied.

“Use the front door when you leave.” She teased as she stood on her still shaky legs and walked into the house with a breathless Taron following behind her.

Yeah, Summer was the season for many things, hot backyard sex being one of them.

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Last Chance To Request An Imagine!

Hello everyone!

Before I get into the reason for this post, I just want to thank each and every one of you for your imagine requests. I have had a lot of writing them again.

Now for the reason of this post...

On Wednesday, December 20th, I will be closing my inbox so that I can work on the imagine requests I have received over the last couple days.

So, if you would like an imagine before the cut off date, please get your requests in now and as always, feel free to be as detailed with your requests as you'd like.

Thanks again for all of your support and love.

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Hey! Can I request an imagine?

My curiosity idea is for Taron Egerton. Since we know he is officially single now, him moving on to a new Actress Reader! But she is 10 ish years younger than him. So there is tension with that. May it be with them working together or from people around them.

Thank you so much! I love your writing!!!!

Note: Hi lovely! Thank you so much for requesting this imagine. It was fun to write. I hope that you enjoy it and I hope that it meets what you had envisioned,

Have a great weekend♥️

*TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF ANIMAL ABUSE*

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Being 23 years old was hard enough but add on a relationship with someone ten years older than you, well that’s a whole other can of worms. One the y/n wasn’t ready for. She of course knew the scrutiny she’d be under from those closest to her but when it came to her boyfriend’s fanbase, oh boy. Yes, you heard right, fanbase.

Y/n was your average young woman living life as it came and to the fullest she could. She believed that if you put out positive energy into the world, the world would give it back to you. That’s how she met Taron.

She had been busy at work as a volunteer dog groomer for a local animal shelter in Aberystwyth when Taron walked in. Of course she wasn’t the one to greet him when he came in, that was one of her colleagues, Megan. She was a bubbly woman with a cheery disposition. She was able to get anyone to walk out with a new family member. Megan loved her job and the people she worked with.

“And over here are our recent lodgers.” Megan said as she showed the man around.

Y/n smiled to herself as she saw his reaction out of the corner of her eye. She was busy grooming a rescue puppy from Portugal when he and Megan entered the grooming station.

“Who’s this little one?” Taron asked as his eyes landed on the puppy that was being dried.

“This is Nelly. She’s a rescue from Portugal. Sweet little thing. Loves cuddles but has a very sassy personality.” Megan replied, earning a nod of agreement from y/n.

“How did she get that under bite?” Taron asked, now petting the damp dog. He didn’t care, he just felt his heart strings being pulled and new he had to show her that love really did exist.

“She was a street dog and was found beaten. Her jaw had been fractured and never healed properly, causing the underbite.” Megan explained. Nelly looked up at y/n with sad eyes and y/n gave Nelly’s head a god scratch before kissing her wet nose.

“Baby Chewbacca.” Y/n replied, making Nelly’s tail wag. It was as if Nelly was approving of that nickname. Y/n smiled.

“I’ll take her.” Taron told Megan. Both women beamed at each other and nodded.

“She’s almost done here. I can bring her out to the front when I’m finished.” Y/n said, looking between both Megan and Taron.

“Sounds perfect, thank you y/n.” Megan replied. Taron smiled as well. Y/n, he’d never forget that name.

And sure enough he didn’t. He thought about y/n every day since he’d met her and perhaps that’s what ended his relationship with his current girlfriend or maybe it was simply a lot of things that piled into it and Taron’s growing feelings for a woman, he’d barely met over two years ago was the straw that broke the camels back. Who knows really.

Today, y/n and Taron were happy in a brand-new relationship with their little sidekick, Nelly. Nelly loved that she got to see y/n again and see her quite often. She knew her human was happier than he’d ever been, and it made her happy.

Unfortunately, that was all short lived when Taron, Nelly and y/n moved up to London for Taron to head back to work for the new year.

Things started out really well at first but then slowly, the media got wind of their romance and before they knew it, all the hate began pouring in. In amongst all of the hate though were words of encouragement for the couple and some good advice but all of it as whole was very difficult and was beginning to put strain on both Taron and y/n.

“Taron?” Y/n asked one night over dinner.

“Yeah.” Taron replied, not looking up from his bowl of spaghetti.

“DO you think I’m a gold digger?” Y/n questioned. Taron burst out laughing thinking she was joking but when he calmed down enough to see the hurt in her eyes, he knew that she was being 100% authentic with him.

Taron wiped his mouth with his napkin and took a drink of water before answering.

“What would make you ask that?” He questioned, wanting to get to the bottom of whatever was going on in his girlfriend’s mind.

Y/n shrugged and cleared her throat, hoping that it would stop the tears growing in her eyes. Normally she wouldn’t care so much about what people had to say about her but when it was a constant thing she had to see, it eventually got to her and had her second guessing her choice in dating Taron.

“I’m 23 Taron, was 21 when we met. You don’t think that’s a little odd?” Y/n questioned with as much confidence as she could muster.

Taron frowned at her in confusion.

“What are you saying?” Taron asked, feeling a sense of Déjà vu. He had to go through this with his last girlfriend and it got very ugly with all the hate towards her. He hated to think that it was happening again.

Y/n shook her head and picked her fork back up.

“Nothing, I’m just being stupid.” She replied.

“No, tell me what’s going on.” Taron said.

“I was checking my Instagram notifications this morning after you left for work and I came across some things your fans had tagged me in. They had cropped me out of photos, were calling me names and even called me a gold digger and said that I was only with you because of your fame and fortune.” Y/n explained carefully, not wanting to upset Taron.

“I see. Why didn’t you tell me when I came home?” He responded.

“Because I was scared, I guess. I don’t know.” Y/n said. Taron reached across the table for y/n’s hand.

“Listen to me ok. I love you so much and that’s not going to change. These fans are simply jealous and their hate towards you reflects that. What matters is that we are happy. Fuck them, is what I say.” He told her, drawing a small smile from her.

“I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Y/n said. Taron winked at her.

“You’re not the one that needs to apologise, and I appreciate you being honest with me. Now, let’s finish dinner because I have an idea.” Taron replied, making y/n roll her eyes. Whenever he had an idea, it usually involved doing something cheeky and mischievous.

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“So, what’s your plan then?” Y/n asked as she and Taron washed up the dinner dishes.

“Do you have that little collage you made saved to your phone still?” Taron wondered, making y/n look at him with curiosity.

“Yes, but why?” She asked. Taron simply shrugged at her and played innocent.

“What are you up to Egerton?” Y/n questioned, handing him the last glass that needed a dry.

“I’ll need you to send it to me.” He told her.

“You’re making me nervous Taron.” She said.

“I’m going to post it. Which then you and I can think of what to put in the caption.” He admitted. Y/n shook her head. She wasn’t sure if this was going to work but one thing was for sure, if she had Taron by her side, she could face anything this cruel world threw at her.

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James Keene: The helping hand.

Note: Thank you so much to @sharonmi11s​ for requesting this imagine. It was so much fun to write and develop these characters and see how they changed throughout this imagine. I hope that you enjoy it. Links for things mentioned in this story will be posted a t the end.

Enjoy!

Once upon a time in a land far, far away called Kankakee, there lived a beautifully kind-hearted princess named y/n who loved bringing joy and hope to the families she worked with.

On the other side of the spectrum though, lived a handsome prince name Jimmy that lay locked away in a tower with no way of escape until a sly wizard came to him with an offer he couldn’t refuse.

To find out how the Prince and the Princess fell in love and changed their lives for the better, keep on reading.

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Ever since she was a little girl, y/n had always wanted to help people in whatever capacity she could. The reason she wanted to do this you may ask. Well, at the tender age of 5 years old, y/n’s father became sick and with little money, her mother couldn’t afford to hire anyone to help out with her father. The caring was up to her and her mother and while y/n didn’t mind it, it eventually took a toll on her mother, and she passed away not too long after her father, which left y/n living with her aunt.

Carol-Anne was a sweet woman and loved y/n with all her heart. She knew how important it was for y/n to grow up caring and compassionate. It was the one thing y/n’s mother wanted to instill in her daughter.

All through high school, y/n poured countless hours into her studies in order to get into her dream college so that she could study medicine. She wanted to become a doctor so that she could care for others and their families, the way she cared for her father all those years ago.

When she finally graduated from college, she had a change of heart and decided that she’d apply for a job at Mount Saint Batten health care services as a nursing assistant. It was there that she met Sammy Keene and her significant other, Big Jim.

Big Jim was a reserved man and didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve. He did have his sweet moments though.

Sammy approached the health care services just after Big Jim suffered a stroke. Y/n was asked to take the couple on and without hesitation, she did. This led her to be sitting on the front porch with Big Jim as they spoke openly.

“I want to go and see my son.” Big Jim stated after letting out a breath.

Y/n was surprised at this statement. She didn’t know that Big Jim had a son. It wasn’t something that was made apparent.

“I can organize that. Where does he live?” She asked. Big Jim looked at her and his eyes grew slightly glossy.

Y/n set her tea down and got up to crouch in front of the man.

“What’s the matter?” She asked softly.

“He’s in prison.” Big Jim huffed out after a minute of trying to think of how to tell the woman.

Y/n felt her stomach drop for him. She had heard of other people going through something like this and she couldn’t imagine the pain of having someone behind bars but now knowing that this was part of the stress that caused Big Jim’s stroke, she felt bad for the man, especially when he explained how his son had taken on a dangerous task so that he’d be released from prison early.

Y/n tried her best to keep her thoughts professional and promised Big Jim that she’d sort something out so that she could accompany him to visitation at the Springfield penitentiary. How she was supposed to go about that though was beyond her.

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Sitting down at her dining table after her shift and writing a letter to a prison warden was never something y/n thought she’d be doing but here she was with her hands hovering over her keyboard trying to think of the best way to start.

She knew that it had to be professional sounding but for the life of her, nothing was coming to mind. Y/n didn’t have much time to fashion this letter because the inmate in question had a family member wanting to visit his son as soon as he could.

Taking her boss’s advice, she took a deep breath and just started typing, being mindful of the fact that the warden would most likely need her work and personal details in order to be added to the list of visitors for Big Jim’s son, Jimmy.

Dear Sir,

I write this letter to ask for permission to be allowed to accompany Mr. James Keene Sr. to visit Mr. James Keene Jr., who is a prisoner in your facility. Mr. Keene Jr. is my client’s son. It is advised that I  accompany Mr. Keene Sr. in all activities in and out of his residence as he is of frail health and requires attention at all times. Please find the notarized consent of Mr. Keene Sr. and Mount Saint Batten health care services.

I will be grateful to be permitted to accompany Mr. Keene Sr. If you need any more information about me, please reach me via 555-0123 or email y/n.y/l/n@mountsaintbattenhealthcare.services. I’m looking forward to a favorable response.

Thank you for your consideration.

Sincerely,

Y/n Y/L/N

555-0123

Kankakee, IL, 60901

Reading over her words to make sure everything sounded ok, y/n took a deep breath.

Here goes nothing.

She hit send on the email and waited almost a week to hear back.

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The visiting area of a penitentiary was not something y/n ever thought she’d be observing but alas, here she was. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen when her client’s son heard that his father now had a carer.

“I don’t think he’ll like you.” Big Jim stated bluntly. Y/n had to smile at that.

She didn’t really care what Jimmy thought. It was Sammy that hired her, and it was Sammy and Big Jim that enjoyed her company, although Big Jim would never say that out loud.

“All that matters to me is that you like me.” Y/n replied as she helped the man sit down.

Big Jim grunted in reply. It was going to be the best she got out of him as the inmates began to enter the vicinity.

Jimmy looked around for his dad and when his eyes landed on him, his eyes narrowed.

“Dad.” He greeted as he walked over and sat down.

“Son.” Big Jim replied in a monotone.

Y/n simply sat there and kept quiet as she knew that this wasn’t her place to speak. She was only here to assist the man beside her.

“How are you dad?” Jimmy questioned, ignoring the woman.

“Alright.” Big Jim shrugged the best he could.

“Tell me the truth dad.” Jimmy responded curtly. He took this opportunity to look at y/n.

“I’m fine.” Big Jim insisted. Jimmy didn’t look convinced.

“Whose that then? Get rid of Sammy did ya?” Jimmy asked in an accusatory tone. Y/n tried not to gag at that.

It wasn’t that Big Jim was bad looking but she didn’t go for the elder men.

“Y/n is my carer.” Big Jim said plainly. Jimmy nodded slowly and crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair.

“Carer?” Jimmy replied disdainfully. Y/n looked at him and smiled. Truthfully, she didn’t know what to say to that.

“She’s good.” Big Jim said, placing his good hand on top of y/n’s smaller one, taking his son by surprise. His dad never said those things about anyone, let alone show affection in public.

There was no doubt about it. Jimmy was jealous.

“How are you, Jimmy?” Big Jim asked, sensing that y/n was uncomfortable with the attention on her.

“I’d be better if she wasn’t here.” Jimmy snarked.

“Keene, wrap it up!” A C.O called.

“I don’t want her back here. You don’t need her.” Jimmy said and his father nodded but y/n wasn’t about to let that slide.

“You can think what you like about me, but you weren’t the one that hired me. I was hired by Sammy and her opinion is the only one that matters to me besides that of your father’s.” She said as Jimmy stood and walked away.

He pretended to ignore her words but deep down, they hit him in the gut. He knew he was being ridiculous, but he couldn’t help it.

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One month later, Jimmy was still confined to the walls of the detestable building and wanted out with all of his being. He had gathered what he thought was sufficient evidence for the FBI and he knew that this was going to be the last visit he had to endure with his father…..and y/n. Though he had to admit that the more he heard what she was doing for his father, the more he realized that she was different from the women he had grown up knowing.

“Have you told them yet?” Big Jim asked as he leaned forward so only his son could hear him. Jimmy looked up at y/n and for the first time, his heart skipped a beat.

Y/n got the hint and started looking around at the other inmates to try and block out the information Jimmy was about to give out.

“Not yet.” Jimmy told his father. Big Jim nodded.

“Ok.” He replied.

“Sammy misses you.” Big Jim said. Y/n just happened to catch this and cleared her throat. She knew for a fact that it was Big Jim himself that missed Jimmy.

Both Jims looked at the woman.

“Sorry, slight tickle.” She fibbed, looking at Big Jim. He simply looked at her.

Y/n motioned to Jimmy with her head. Jimmy wanted to chuckle at this, but he didn’t. He didn’t want y/n knowing that she made him laugh.

“I uh- I- I- I miss- you son.” Big Jim stuttered, earning a bright smile from y/n. The first one Jimmy had really seen, and he felt his insides turn into a mushy lovesick puddle.

Jimmy smiled.

“I miss you too dad. I promise I’ll be out soon.” Jimmy replied. That was most definitely his plan.

Their visit was cut short once more but before Jimmy moved from the table, y/n spoke.

“It was good to see you, Jimmy.” She said softly with a gentle smile. Jimmy smiled back at her and gave her a nod before making his leave.

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Two weeks later, Jimmy had gone radio silent, and it was taking a toll on Big Jim. He was worried about his son and what might have happened to him.

Y/n did her best to calm the old man’s nerves but even then, it didn’t seem like it was working because it was eventually decided that y/n would move in so that she could help Sammy during the night when Big Jim seemed to be the most worried and anxious.

“Drink this. It’ll help.” Y/n said as she handed the man a piping hot mug of tea.

Normally Big Jim would put up a stink about tea being for rich folk and y/n not giving him anything stronger but since he woke up that morning with an unmistakable pain in his chest, he knew better than to argue with his carer.

“I’m worried y/n.” Big Jim admitted, looking down at his cup.

“I know you are Jim but I’m sure he’s fine.” Y/n attempted.

“I hope so.” Big Jim muttered, taking a sip of the liquid. Y/n smiled sadly at him.

She couldn’t imagine what it must feel like to love someone so much and have them go quiet, especially when it came to something as substantial as this situation was.

“If he’s anything like you, he’ll be ok. You raised a toughie.” She told him, earning an amused huff which was the most she had gotten out of him in a week or so.

“Don’t give up Jim. He’ll come back to you.” Y/n said as she made her way to the kitchen to prepare dinner for him and Sammy.

While she was cutting up the tomato for the salad, there was a knock on the door. She knew that no one was expected so she was a little surprised at the unannounced visitor.

“Y/n, can you get that please.” Sammy called as she helped Big Jim into his chair at the dining table.

“Sure Sammy.” Y/n called back as she quickly wiped her hands and hurried to the door.

“Can I- Jimmy?” She asked with shock. She couldn’t lie, she was glad that he was ok……more than glad if she was being honest.

“Hi.” He said softly.

“Where have you been. Your father’s been worried sick about you.” She said, a little harsher than she meant.

Jimmy raised his brows.

“Sorry. Come in.” She said as she stepped aside so that he could enter.

“Y/n, who is it?” Sammy said as she walked into the front room.

Sammy’s jaw hit the ground and she immediately felt a little anger stir within her.

“Where the hell have you been. Do you have any idea what you’ve done to your father?!” Sammy all but shouted, alerting Big Jim to Jimmy’s presence.

“Jimmy?” Big Jim called with a hopeful tone.

Jimmy rushed to his father and fell to his knees before embracing his father in one of the tightest hugs they’d ever shared.

For the longest time no one said anything. Sammy and y/n just stood to the side watching the father and son reunite and if y/n was being honest, she wanted to burst out crying because she knew just how much this truly meant to Big Jim.

“Where were you?” Big Jim asked as he pulled back and held his son’s face in his hands the best that he was able.

“That’s a story for another time.” Jimmy whispered, pulling his father into another hug.

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Jimmy and his father sat at the table talking while the women finished up preparing dinner.

“Thank you so much for coming to be with us y/n. I know that it has meant so much to not only me but to Jim as well.” Sammy told y/n.

The younger woman looked up from the dish she was plating up and smiled. She had really enjoyed working with Big Jim and helping him during one of the most difficult times in his life.

“It’s been a pleasure, Sammy. I’ve enjoyed getting to know you and Big Jim.” She replied.

Just then, Jimmy walked into the kitchen.

“Your dad need anything?” Y/n asked with slight concern.

“No, he’s ok but I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute.” Jimmy answered. Y/n looked at Sammy with hesitation.

“Go on, I’ll make sure he eats. You two go talk.” Sammy replied, knowing full well how y/n felt about Jimmy since the young woman had unloaded her feelings one afternoon while Big Jim was napping.

=

Jimmy and y/n walked out onto the back porch and sat down on the swing that hung from the roof; Jimmy at one end and y/n at the other.

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” Y/n asked, worried that he was going to tell her that she was fired.

“I know we got off on the wrong foot, but would you like to maybe have dinner sometime?” He asked.

Y/n wasn’t sure if she could, given the fact that she was still signed on to look after his father.

“I don’t know Jimmy.” She replied and Jimmy looked down, feeling oddly embarrassed at what he thought was rejection.

“I see. Jail bird not going to cut it for you, is that it?” He accused, letting his temper get the best of him.

Y/n was stunned. She hadn’t expected an outburst.

“That’s not what I meant Jimmy.” She began before he cut her off. He angrily nodded his head and stood up, causing the swing to move harshly.

“Whatever.” He snapped.

“Jimmy, will you stop. I don’t know if I can because I’m caring for your father and it’s usually against company policy.” She rebutted, fed up with him. This wasn’t the first time she had seen his temper flare.

He looked at her like he didn’t believe her.

“Nice excuse.” He said, turning his head away from her.

“Wow, you really are like your father.” Y/n noted, perhaps louder than she wanted.

Jimmy’s head whipped around to look at her faster then she could blink.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He almost growled. Y/n’s eyes went big, giving her a deer in the headlights impression.

“You two are both incredibly stubborn and hot tempered.” Y/n said, having had enough of this.

“Now, if you are done, I’m going to go and leave you to your little tantrum.” Y/n concluded, standing up and heading for the door.

Jimmy threw his head back and groaned out loud.

“Wait.” Jimmy said.

Y/n looked at him and gave him an unamused expression. She was ready to leave. She didn’t want to be around this.

“What do you want Jimmy because frankly, you’re wasting my time.” She breathed out.

“Can we just start over?” He asked after a few minutes. Y/n sighed.

“Fine but hurry up. You really are wasting my time.” She told him calmer.

Jimmy sat back down on the swing and motioned for y/n to join him. She reluctantly sat down as she was waiting for another outburst.

“I wasn’t enthusiastic about you caring for my father at first but deep down, I knew that he was improving thanks to you.” Jimmy spoke in a gentle tone. Far different from the one she had heard minutes prior.

“Jimmy, it’s my job.” Y/n said.

“I’ve never had a problem with words or women before but-“ Y/n’s brows shot up.

“Ok Jimmy, I think we’re done here.” Y/n told him.

She wasn’t about to sit here and listen to the history of whatever women he’d been with.

“I’m not finished.” He said, looking up at her as she now stood in front of him.

“Yes, Jimmy. You need to be done because I don’t want to sit here and talk about whatever women you’ve been with. I have more important things to do. If that’s it, I’m going now.” Y/n told him, and she walked inside.

“How’d it go?” Sammy asked as she took Big Jim’s plate from him.

“Jim, I’m sorry but your son is a pig. I’ll be in the bathroom preparing it for your shower if you need me.” Y/n said, looking mainly at Big Jim.

She disappeared down the hallway shortly after, leaving the older couple sat there in silence.

It was then that Jimmy walked through the door.

“What did you say to her?” Sammy and Big Jim asked him in unison.

“I don’t know. I started saying that I have never had a problem with words or women before and she cut me off before I could finish what I was saying.” He explained and Sammy hung her head.

“You dunce. She likes you. She doesn’t want to hear about other women.” Sammy said exasperatedly.

“She’s right son. Y/n is a nice girl, and she doesn’t need that.” Big Jim spoke up.

“Well thanks. Tell me how to fix it?” He asked. Sammy and Big Jim looked at each other.

“Just leave her alone for tonight. Come back in the morning and bring double chocolate donuts. They are her favorite. And don’t forget the extra-large coffee with extra creamer and three sugars. Your father and I will stay out of the way so that you, Mr., can talk to her properly.” Sammy told him.

Jimmy huffed but gave her a smile.

 “Alright. I’ll see you in the morning.” Jimmy said as he nodded.

=

The next morning, Jimmy did as Sammy told him and brought a box of donuts and coffee of course for not only himself but for his dad, Sammy and y/n as well.

“Is she up yet?” Jimmy whispered as Sammy ushered him in.

“She’s with your father right now but she should be out soon.” Sammy replied.

“Thank you, Sammy.” Jimmy said, genuinely. The woman smiled at him and led him to the kitchen so that he could plate up the donuts.

It didn’t take long for y/n and Big Jim to emerge from the room and when they did, y/n stopped in her tracks. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to see Jimmy at all.

“Glad you could make it son.” Big Jim said.

“I brought coffee for you.” Jimmy said as he passed a cup to his dad, not realizing that his father wasn’t allowed coffee anymore.

Big Jim reached for it but before he could get the cup to his lips, y/n took it from his grasp.

“Oi you! You know you can’t have that.” She said, making Sammy stifle a laugh at the pout that now sat on her man’s face.

“Humph!” Big Jim grunted.

“I’ll get you settled at the table and then it’s a cup of tea for you and bran flakes.” Y/n told the man. This time it was Jimmy who stifled the laugh.

=

Y/n got the bran flakes and other breakfast foods ready before bringing the dishes out and setting them on the table. As she set the plate of scrambled eggs down for Sammy, she noticed the plate of double chocolate donuts in front of her chair, as well as an extra-large cup of coffee.

“Oh my god, Sammy. I told you not to.” Y/n teased. Sammy chuckled but shook her head.

“I didn’t buy them.” The woman said as she turned her head to look at Jimmy. Y/n stopped.

“You bought them?” She asked. Jimmy nodded and gave her a hopeful expression.

“I heard they were your favorite.” He shrugged as y/n sat down on the other side of Big Jim and deemed breakfast ready.

“They are, but why?” She questioned.

“Because I wanted to try again, and I was hoping that these would be a good buffer.” He tried.

Y/n glanced between Sammy and Big Jim who had big smiles on their faces.

“Y/n, I know my words last night weren’t the ones you wanted to hear but the truth is, I like you and it’s hard for me to admit that. Honestly, I’ve never done that before.” He explained truthfully.

Y/n gave him a deadpanned expression.

“I suppose you want my candor?” She asked and Jimmy nodded even though Sammy gave her up last night.

“Jail birds aren’t usually my type but-“ She said, pausing just to see what Jimmy’s reaction would be and surprisingly, he was calm, though he did look down as he tried not to show his disappointment.

“But then again, how would I truly know if I’ve never dated one before now.” She concluded, making Jimmy look up at her with anticipation.

“You’ll go out with me?” He asked. She shrugged nonchalantly and motioned for him to lean in.

When he was close enough, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly.

“Yes.” She whispered, giving him her best and brightest smile to which he happily returned.

=

That was the story of how the jail bird fell in love with the helping hand and they lived happily ever after, or something like that.

“Oh come on. What happens next?” Savannah shouted as her mother tucked her into bed.

“Yeah, what she said.” Olivia bellowed.

Both girls desperately wanting the juicy stuff.

“You asked for one more story and I gave you one.” Y/n told her two oldest children.

“But you always leave out the good stuff.” Savannah pouted.

Y/n chuckled. Oh how that pout reminded her of her father-in-law. She missed him deeply since his passing a year and a half prior.

“She left it out again?” Jimmy sighed dramatically as he entered the girls’ room to bid them goodnight.

“It’s no fair.” Savannah grumbled. She was definitely a Keene.

“Well alright then. I’ll fill it in.” Jimmy said, looking at his wife who rolled her eyes but smiled fondly at him.

“The Prince and Princess got married and welcomed two beautiful daughters and moved into the biggest castle the royal staff could find.” Jimmy finished, tucking both girls under their blankets before placing a kiss on their foreheads.

“What about the baby?” Olivia asked, quizzically looking at her father.

“Yeah, he needs to be added too.” Savannah added.

“What happens to the baby, mommy?” Jimmy asked, hoping y/n would have the answer.

“The baby sucked all the energy from the Princess and made her fall into a deep sleep for the next few hours at least.” She replied with a dopey gleam in her eye.

“And on that note my darling girls, it’s time for a visit to the land of nod where all of your dreams come true, and your wildest adventures will ensue.” Jimmy whispered as he backed out of the room quietly.

Jimmy then took his wife by the hand and led them to their room where he helped her get settled before crawling in beside her, giving her a tender loving kiss.

“The end?” Y/n asked.

“The End.” Jimmy confirmed, closing his eyes and drifting off to the land of nod himself.

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Website used for the sample letter of permission to visit an inmate:

 https://www.wordtemplatesonline.net/permission-letter-for-visit-prison/

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ATTN: Inbox and PM's open for requests again!

Hey guys,

I know I said that I wouldn't be posting anymore imagines but I have recently found myself feeling like I want to write some so please send in your requests.

I'm open to writing for anyone and for any scenario.

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I have a request for Jimmy Keene! What if the reader is his secret girlfriend. Since he is locked up she has to run his buisness for him?

Note: First and foremost, I just want to say that I know prisons would be a little more thorough with the searches they preform on any visitors coming to and from the facilities but this is an imagine and I wanted to think outside the box a little bit. 

That being said, thank you so much to the person that requested this. I hope that this matches what you had pictured your mind and I hope that it all makes sense.

I also want to note just how grateful I am for you all and your patience with me while writing the Jimmy Keene imagines.

I hope you all enjoy this particular imagine and I will see you soon with my next and final Jimmy imagine for now.

Enjoy!

Growing up, Sabrina Riley was your normal run of the mill kid. She loved playing in the mud, collecting frogs and having hot wheel car races around the house with her father when he was home. It was heaven for her. As she got older though, that relationship between her and her father dwindled when he eventually left Sabrina and her mother in favor of the woman four houses down. Since then Sabrina vowed that she’d never let a man get close to her again….until she started working as a bar tender at the grubbiest Kankakee pub you could think of.

Flashing forward two years, Sabrina was in a relationship with one Jimmy Keene. He had come into the bar she happened to be working at and his attempts at flirting with her went ignored which of course only made him try harder. Sabrina agreed to go out with him so that he’d stop, and she could get on with her shift.

Soon enough, all of that turned into her helping him with his dealings in the drug cartel. It wasn’t something she ever saw for her future but somehow, it gave her a thrill and she loved it. Dealing with the dicks though, that wasn’t the greatest.

Thankfully the couple had agreed to keep their relationship hidden from everyone because if people found out, they could and would use that as leverage against Jimmy and vice versa.

Just after Jimmy went to do a drug drop one day, he came home and sat Sabrina down and told her that he had a bad feeling. It wasn’t a feeling he always got but when he did get those said feelings, he knew to listen to them.

He made sure that Sabrina knew to carry on doing the dealings if he was ever caught and thrown in prison. Sabrina was reluctant at first but when she saw the sincerity in her boyfriend’s eyes that he needed her, she agreed to it.

That leads us to today.

“Bri, some old geezer wants to talk to ya.” Crystal said as she pointed over her shoulder lazily.

Sabrina looked over and saw a scruffy but frail looking old man sitting at one of the stools. She had never seen him before but figured that somehow, he knew Jimmy.

“What can I do ya for?” Sabrina asked, her southern drawl shining through.

The old man -Big Jim- looked up at her with a somewhat blank expression.

“M-m-my son said y-y-you could help?” He stuttered, pulling on Sabrina’s heartstrings a little bit.

“Son, eh?” Sabrina responded, leaning closer to the man so that their conversation was slightly more private.

The man nodded.

Sabrina smiled at him and nodded in return. She wanted to ask him more, but she knew that personal shit never got in the way of the side business she was currently running.

“How much you need?” She questioned, knowing exactly what he meant.

The man pulled a piece of paper out and with shaky hands, attempted to open it. Sabrina held her hand out when she saw him struggling. He handed it to her, and she read it.

‘Operation Black Bird’

The code words she and Jimmy came up with when she visited Jimmy in prison the first time. It meant that he was in trouble on the inside and needed help.

Her eyes scanned the rest of the words carefully before she looked up and glanced around the room.

“I’ll take care of this.” Sabrina said confidently and Big Jim nodded.

“T-thank you.” He muttered, pulling his lips into a tight line. Sabrina smiled a little and nodded.

“You’re welcome.” She replied.

She expected the man to make his leave, but he didn’t, he continued to sit there.

“Anything else you need?” She questioned. Big Jim lifted his good arm the best he could and pointed at her.

“My son was right, y-you are nice.” He told her, making Sabrina’s brows raise in attempt to not blush.

Sabrina desperately wanted to ask if Jimmy had said anything else and wanted to bombard the man with millions of other questions she could think of, but she knew better.

=

Days later, Sabrina and her fake baby bump successfully got through the high-tech security system at the prison Jimmy was currently at, trying to gain information from another inmate that had been suspected of doing the most heinous things you could think of doing to another human. The reason for the fake belly? Well, it was the only thing she could think of that would allow her to get in with the paraphernalia undetected. Of course she had a few other options such as taking a job at the prison, but she figured that it would take too long and with the urgency of Jimmy sending his father to her, she knew he required it now.

She managed to get everything to the person Jimmy told her about with no issue and she was glad for that but oh was she pissed at C.O Bryant.

Once the transaction had been made, Sabrina was given the all clear to go and see Jimmy.

Once in the visitors section, Bri sat down and waited for her man.

“What the fuck Bri.” Jimmy whispered as he hugged her, taking note of the bump between them.

To be fair, he had been in prison for a while and for all he knew, he could’ve knocked her up and not known it.

Sabrina stifled a laugh and gave him a quick kiss before they both sat down.

“Babe, relax. It’s not real.” She told Jimmy.

“Oh thank fuck.” He sighed. Sabrina smiled, she had to agree with him, she didn’t want to have kids; not yet anyway.

“So, is it done.” Jimmy asked, leaning forward.

“With the addition of a blow job, yep.” She said with a straight face. This caused Jimmy’s eyes to turn dark and his blood to boil.

“Jimmy, I’m kidding.” She said, laying her hand on his arm gently.

“That’s not funny Bri.” He said lowly. She knew how easy it was for her to get under his skin and she loved using it to her advantage.

Jimmy looked down at the table and rubbed his forehead. A clear indication that he was stressed.

“Hey, are you ok?” Sabrina asked, feeling worried for him.

Jimmy looked up at her.

“No Bri, I’m not.” He replied.

All Sabrina wanted to do was wrap her arms around him and hold him like she would in the privacy of their bedroom. She hated seeing him so distressed. It made her heart hurt.

“If I could switch places with you Jim, you know I would.” She told him calmly, but Jimmy snapped.

“Don’t you dare fucking say that.” He seethed, alerting some of the officers in the room.

Jimmy glanced at them before taking a deep breath.

“You are way too pure for this place.” He muttered, making Sabrina’s heart soar. She had never thought of herself that way but to know that someone did, made her happy beyond all comprehension.

“I don’t know about pure but thank you.” She replied with a warm smile. One Jimmy happily returned, not wanting her to worry anymore.

“When I get out, you and I are moving far from this place and starting over.” He said, taking hold of her hand before the officer closest to them could see.

“You mean it?” Sabrina asked, liking the sound of that.

“You bet, babes.” Jimmy said.

=

Sabrina went back home that night and smiled to herself as she pictured all the things she wanted to see and do with Jimmy by her side. The biggest thing she couldn’t wait for was no more code words for things, no more walking on eggshells and most importantly, no more Operation Black Bird.

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