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[cinematicnomad]

KINGSMAN: THE SECRET SERVICE TARON EGERTON as EGGSY UNWIN.

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[franckeggelhoffer]

by clicking the SOURCE LINK, you will find 294 gifs of taron egerton in black bird (2022), s01e03. these gifs were made by me from scratch. please do not include in other gif hunts, do not repost, or claim these as your own. do not use for taboo/smut/real life hollywood roleplays. you're free to edit or resize these, but please credit me/tag me. please reblog if you find these useful. enjoy!  

warnings: prison, blood

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[cyramountain]

Sibling fancast: Taron Egerton & Florence Pugh

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[1-imaginary-girl]

I’ll Take Care of You Pt. 2

Eggsy Unwin x Reader

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

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

Word Count: 3824

Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, now you know. Satisfied?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

†††

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Duh!”

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

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

“Is that Merlin? Tell him I say hi!”

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

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

“He says hi back.”

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

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

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

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

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

†††

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[yourwonderman]

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[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Hiii! Could I request a Taron eggerton story? Where he is in readers hometown filling a movie and they somehow run into each other? But she doesn’t recognize him at all and it’s him wanting to keep seeing her and finally she is able too figure who he is?:)

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I wanted to make this perfect because I liked this request very much. Hope you enjoy it like I enjoyed writing it. Have fun, tulip!

Love Letters from Unknown

Summery: You fell in love with your pen pall...

Pairing: Taron Egerton x fem!reader Warning: pen palls to lovers, fluff, a little sadness but nothing too sad

gif credit to @rottencoconut

It’s funny how many people are oblivious to their surroundings. You were no exception. One day you decided to take another route home and bump into your now boyfriend. At the time you didn’t connect the dots on who he was. He found it amusing to see the wheels in your head turning till they clicked into place.

You were walking the longer road back home. It was warm today and you wanted to soak up as much of the warm sun beams as possible. You were too distracted by the bees and bumblebees humming in the park to see the man jogging in your direction. The man was shortly looking at his phone before the accident happened.

You both stumbled onto the green grass. Your eyes were closed, the body on top of you heavy. You let out a small squeak out of shock. The man on top was convinced he crashed into a mouse. Slowly he got up on his forearms before pushing himself up into a push-up position. “I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was running. Stupid phone.”

You opened your eyes slowly. Above you saw the most beautiful blue eyes you have ever seen. “It’s okay. I got distracted too. Not from my phone but cute bees.” The soft chuckle made your already racing heart skip a beat. “That’s understandable. These little helpers are fascinating creatures.”

The man stood up and like the gentleman he was he held out his hand and helped you up from the ground. You were so memorized by his strength you didn’t register him talking to you. As you snaped out of your haze you looked at him puzzled before asking him to repeat his question. “I wanted to know if you would like to go and have a coffee with me. As an apology for running you over. Literally.” You smiled sheepishly at him before nodding in agreement.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had so much fun with a complete stranger. You talk about nothing and everything. Hobbies, last trips. Places he should visit in your town. He told you he was here for a film project. You heard about it put forgot who was staring in the film.

The one coffee date turned into five coffee dates, three lunch and two dinner dates. Your cheeks felt like they had a six pack from all the smiling and laughing. You wished he could stay longer but the film was raped. Before he went back to his second home, London, he gave you his phone number and address. You once told him you missed writing letters.

After a week went by you got your first letter. It was a postcard with the water-coloured skyline of London. It was beautiful. He wrote to you about his week. How it was boring without you and that he missed your smile that could lighten the rainy days in the city. You giggled the whole time while heat crept up your cheeks.

Over the span of six months you exchanged letters, little gifts, pictures, and little poems you found or wrote. One of you would call the other you would talk for hours. One day a letter arrived. It was longer than the others you had received from him. You opened it eagerly and nearly dropped his note. You read it before you fell into a confused state of mind. Taron wrote about a plane ticket booked for Friday 10 AM. You looked into the envelope before looking at the floor.

You called him immediately. As he picked up the first he heard wasn’t a ‘Hey, how are you?’ No you called him an idiot and wanted to give him the money back. He declined before asking your clothing size. You were confused but gave him your size anyway. You asked him why but he just made a noise and began to ask you about your day.

Your nerves became more restless as you flew closer to London. Your stomach made flips as you stepped out of the plane with your luggage. You looked into a window and saw the mess your hair was in. You shrugged and went on. Taron saw you with drool running down your chin and called you cute. This man was a keeper.

You saw him thanks to the sign he made for you. It was cheesy but you loved it. It read ‘Ms. Pen Pall’. You giggled as you stood before him. He mirrored your big smile before pulling you closer to him. His lips connected to you. You felt the butterflies you missed so much erupt and come to life again. You felt whole again. The need for air got bigger by the minute till the breakup was inevitable. He turned to your belongings, took all your luggage from your hands, shouldering your backpack and nodded to the exit. “Let’s go!”

The car ride to his apartment was quiet. Music was softly playing in the background. You looked over to him while leaning your elbow on the middle console of the car, “Why did you need my clothing size?” He smirked. “You see.”

Taron showed you the way to his apartment. You tried to take your luggage from him but he declined. He told you he was raised to be a gentleman. You huffed before giving up. You walked inside his apartment and immediately felt at home. Like all the tension was lifted from your shoulders.

Taron walked you to his bedroom before stopping in front of his closet. He smiled sheepishly at you, scratching his neck. “I told you I worked at the new movie they filmed in your town. Well I got cards from the premiere and wanted to treat you. I hope you like it. I hope it’s the right colour You only once mentioned what was your favourite one.” You saw a floor length dress in your favourite colour hanging from the rack in his closet. It was beautiful. Some stones caught in the light letting them shimmer. “T, I hope the dress wasn’t expensive.” He blew a raspberry at you, “Nothing is too expensive for my girl.” Your small smile widened into a big grin.

A car picked you up at six sharp. Nerves ran high. Your leg pounced up and down which could only be stopped by Taron laying his warm palm onto your thigh. You leaned on his shoulder, taking his other hand, and intertwining it with yours.

The car came to a hold before a red carpet. You were slightly irritated before the door opened and the photographers shouted Taron’s name. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened. You held Taron back by his biceps looking him deep in his stormy eyes full of amusement. “Oh my god! I am dating Taron Egerton and I didn’t even realise it.” Taron chuckled before kissing your cheek. “Let’s go. I wanna show you off.”

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[romantic-withdrawals]

Date Night Part 1/2

Title: Date Night

Pairing: Taron Egerton X Reader

Word Count:

Warning: None, it's just cute. Swearing...I'm Canadian, it's gonna be in there

Summary: Taron takes the reader on her dream date. It's messy, but who could resist his sweet, clumsy awkwardness. It's the effort that counts, after all.

Author's Note: I had a disastrous first date with my (now) boyfriend, but his effort to improve things throughout the evening made me fall entirely in love with him. This is inspired by that evening. Enjoy <3

Taron had just returned from a morning shoot. The new movie was an action-packed story, so he returned to his rental exhausted with a body full of bruises. He was more torn down this afternoon because of the early morning jump-start, so into his bed, he jumped.

The sunlight sneaking past the hem of the curtains was almost gone; Taron was still in sleep heaven, dreaming of nothing he would remember when he woke.

His phone on his bedside table lit up, the notification sound melting into a soft clang in his dream sequence. The time read 5:28pm, and the notification below was from Y/N.

'Hey Taron, just got home from work. I might run a little late. Can we move the date to 6:30 instead of 6? I'm so sorry for the last-minute text.'

Taron stirred in bed. The sheets now comfortably lie on his chest. His eyes are too heavy to open wide, but that dreamland has been abandoned. After a few seconds of silence, a stretch or two, and a huff of contentment and relaxation, he opened his eyes to look around.

Noticing the darkness outside and the time on the hotel clock he jumped out of bed, picked up his phone and blurted out that four-letter Anglo-Saxton word in a repetitious trail.

"FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

He darted for the shower leaving the phone on the bed with 5 notifications.

'All ready. Let me know when you're on the way' 6:24pm

'Is everything okay? Are you getting my messages?' 6:42pm

'Are we still on for today?' 7:32pm

'It's okay if you need to cancel, but can you, at the very least, communicate' 7:38pm

'I guess it's cancelled. I'll talk to you when I talk to you.' 8:00pm

The last text appeared while he was already in the shower. That's 2 hours later than he was supposed to go on the date. This was a mess, and he still needed to start the date.

He finished his military shower in 3 minutes and started throwing on the clothes he neatly hung beside the dresser labelled 'Date Night.' Dressing as quickly as possible he picked up his phone and called her while squeezing the device between his shoulder and his jaw so he could pull up his pants. The phone rang until it transferred to voicemail.

Once again that cuss left his mouth, “fuck”.

As fast as the traffic would let him, he drive through every single kilometre with great anxiety. First dates are nerve racking to begin with. Being two and a half hours late without any communication is as bad as it can get.

On the way, as he stood waiting for a red signal, he spotted some potted flowers outside a hardware store. Her voice flooded his mind, remembering their conversations on bouquet gifting.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love flowers. But why kill it? Where did this tradition begin? Who looked at flowers and thought ‘Hey! Flowers! Imma murder them, stuff ‘‘em in plastic and hand a collection of dying flowers to the first lady I find.’ Gimme flowers, but let them live you know.”

He took a sharp right and into the store, picking up the best 6 inch Hibiscus Braid they were selling. He careful placed it into his car securing it with the seatbelt. It’s been a disaster date so far, he couldn’t afford another mishap.

Responsibly speeding on the road, Taron finally made it to her house. He parked in her parent’s driveway and rushed to the front of her door. He rang the doorbell and waited there, expecting the worst. Her father opened the door.

“Oh I thought you cancelled your date” dad asked, now sceptical of the boy he was once impressed by.

“I’m very sorry sir, I know I should’ve called and told her I was running embarrassingly late. I’m very sorry for showing up late. I know I have no right to call on her. I just want to see her and explain and then I’ll leave. I promise” he rambled.

Y/N, overhearing their interaction came down the stairs and towards the door where her father was standing.

“It’s okay da, let me talk to him.”

Her hair and makeup was still done but she opted for a comfortable sweats, a tee and an unzipped hoodie. She wasn’t angry, just disappointed. He still thought she looked absolutely beautiful.

His heart was racing to look at her. What could he possibly say to make things right? She waited for him to start talking, a soft look resting on her face. Somehow it made things worse for him.

"I'm so incredibly sorry--"

"Stop apologizing," she interrupted. "You said you wanted to explain..." she started, prompting him to continue.

"I made this perfect plan for our date, and I still do if you want to go on this date with me." He began rambling again but changed courses when her body language shifted. "I was sent home early today because it was already an extremely physical day and insurance and all that. I had already picked the outfit and made the reservations and all the plans, so I decided I'd take a nap until my alarm went off. Except I didn't wake up with the alarm and raced over as fast as possible. On the way...Oh, wait" He stopped himself, ran to his van, and pulled out the plant he had purchased for her. He presented it to her as sweetly as he could. "I remember you saying you don't like murdered flowers, so I got you a potted one instead."

Between his nervous ramble and the potted plant, she was starting to forgive him, not that she would let him know.

"Look, I know my lack of communication was childish and rude, and you are under no obligation to forgive me, but you should know that I really like you and want to get to know you better. I know you've had a tough week, and I just wanted you to have one fantastic evening. I have been thinking of you for days ever since we talked that entire night. I love talking to you, and today I just hoped to keep talking to you...forever. I know you said to stop apologizing, but I am sorry."

She hadn't said anything; she kept her eyes on the plant he had gifted her while he rambled away.

"I'm sorry again." He mutter as he began leaving. He sat in his van and began driving away. Just as he backed out of her driveway and onto the street, he received a notification.

'If the reservation has been made, we can't not show up, can we?'

His heart skipped a beat as he saw her name. Looking up to see the look on her face, her soft smile while hugging tightly the plant he gifted her warmed his heart.

'Reverse the car and wait a sec. I'll be right down.'

She sent the text and reentered her home with the plant still in hand.

He backed the car and waited inside. He debated whether or not to leave the engine on to heat the car. It was of course the coldest time of the year so he left the heater on.

In less than 20 minutes he noticed the porch door swing open and out she came in a beautiful maroon dress and a (fake) furry cover. He jumped out of his car and ran to open the door for her.

“You look beautiful,” he smiled. A cliché line, but he truly meant it. He watched her as she sat in his car and adjusted the bottom of the dress.

"Aren't we on a tight schedule?" She looked up at him, still staring at her.

He immediately closed the door and ran to the other side of the car to join her inside.

“You look absolutely beautiful” he said, holding absolutely still.

To his surprise this made her laugh. “Are you gonna take me on this date or are you gonna keep flirting with me on this driveway until I blush myself to death?”. She let her urge to reach for his hand and gently touch him win.

He smiled again, grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“Let’s get out of here”. He said driving away.

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THATS IT FOR PART ONE!!!!!!

Spoke to my boyfriend about our date to write this more from the man’s perspective. Let me know if you want me to do that more often.

I was originally going for only a quick thing but it would have been too long. I’ve already started on Part 2 so the next one shouldn’t be too far away.

Let me know if you want me to explore any other ideas (smut welcome lol)

#taron egerton #taron x reader #Date Night #Fluff #SoundCloud #Start Again #Age of Adaline #romantic-withdrawals #age of Adeline #Part 1 #taron egerton imagine #taronegerton #rocketman #kingsman #eddie the eagle #black bird #jimmy keene #eggsy unwin #tetris #henk rogers #robin hood

[eulcgizeme]

wanted plots

heyo weyo, everyone! this is a little bookmark for myself and maybe a plotting call for anyone whose interest this peaks. if you give it a like, i'll certainly come to you for us to dive a little deeper and get it on dash!

my ben barnes muse (sugar baby, male escort but primarily sits around as a rags to riches man) who is a bouncer/bartender at a strip club where another muse works (margot robbie because she is blonde bombshell and the barbie aesthetic ill die for it, or even a male fc) and they're besties, or his sugar momma that's currently got him under her thumb and maybe she even runs the club

cade rothschild (tom holland fc) getting called out by a friend for how he's disappeared from the face of the planet after his sister went missing and he's a terrible influence (maybe even his roommate who only ever sees him when he comes home from the bars/clubs at 6 am) and even someone finding out he's the secret radio show host

barry keoghan and sabrina carpenter, thanks. that's it. that's the plot. or madelyn cline.

jk i actually do have a plot for ^^ that, im a sucker for rags to riches and he's brought home to scare her family and friends or she's stuck with him because of something where he's the outsider in her hometown enemies to lovers kinda shit

a 10 things i hate about you enemies to lovers but one is a simp dick and is trying to get with her to prove a point to her that theyre so utterly miserable they're meant for each other as per a pack made x amount of years ago

the mafia princess baby momma to my taron egerton bad-boy-but-not-bad-neouhg-to-actually-be-in-a-gang boy, or his lawyer girlie pop that he's a pain in the ass to and they're suss the baby does belong to miss mafia princess. but also he's bisexual so stir it up for me.

aylin (aslihan malbora fc) and her brothers who were good for nothing addicts growing up who used to get locked out of the house and cause a scene, suddenly turned into valuable citizens and she's the black sheep because she's not some doctor but a tattoo artist. she's not the golden kid for just being good anymore and there's strife between them because they know what they did was wrong, but they've never apologized directly for it and aylin was basically abandoned by their parents to try and get the boys clean and back to turkey while she stayed in the states.

"we loved each other" "i guess not enough." that's it, everyone. exes.

august cohen (logan lerman fc) who is a getaway driver being a runaway groom but his bride catches him and tells him he can't runaway from everything

anything for cade rothschild (tom holland fc)

anything for amadeus "santi" de los santos (danny ramirez fc)

#wanted plots. #wanted #plot call #indie rp #indie smut rp #indie plotting call #plotting call #indie plot call

[jazy3]

Tetris Movie Review

Just finished watching the new Tetris movie on Apple TV and oh my god it’s SO good! For those that don’t know it’s about how the game was brought to the rest of the world from the USSR and it’s set in the late eighties. It reminded me of a lot of the things I love about Stranger Things so if you’re an ST fan I highly recommend it! 

Taron Egerton plays the protagonist Henk Rogers and he’s fantastic as always! The rest of the cast is phenomenal too! It’s got a really well rounded cast. The film is very action packed but also filled with sentimental moments. The soundtrack is excellent! I’ve been streaming it ever since. Nikita Efremov who I’d never seen before plays Alexey Pajitnov, the creator of Tetris, and does a fantastic job. I also really loved Toby Jones performance as game licenser Robert Stein. In a nutshell, the film is about the insane true story of how Rogers, an American video game salesman, discovered Tetris by chance in the late eighties and then set out to bring the game to the rest of the world. But since the game was created by Pajitnov, a Russian computer programmer, in his spare time, getting the game to the rest of the world is no easy feat. And all too soon Rogers finds himself entangled in the dangerous web of lies and corruption behind the Iron Curtain. It’s one of those movies where you just don’t know what’s going to happen next in the best way. It’s super fun and you’ll never see those little cute blocks in the same way again. Until next time!

#tetris #tetris 2023 #tetris movie #tetris the movie #taron egerton #apple tv #movie review #movie recommendation #eighties #1980s #nostalgia #video games #stranger things #toby jones

[paiths]

* mobile muse roster . . . + google doc .

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 . . . five brothers who lost their parents to a brutal serial killer twenty years ago and developed unhealthy coping mechanisms .

andrew. amateur cartoonist. chronically online. gets frequent depression episodes, rarely leaves his ran-down apartment. watches way too much porn. josh hutcherson fc. elijah. homicide detective. gets obsessed with the cases. never lets anybody get to know him. jake gyllenhaal fc. isaac. serial killer; not that great of one. still working on his modus operandi, still learning the ins and outs of slashing flesh and dumping bodies. aaron taylor-johnson fc. oliver. college (i.t.) student. developed a love for the macabre, particularly true crime cases; has a podcast dedicated to it. probably on the spectrum. jack champion fc. 'ultra'. does odd jobs to get by, sometimes ilegal activity. problems with any and every substance, and has no plans to change his raunchy lifestyle. jon bernthal fc.

𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 . . . they wake up in a strange , terrifying place , where even their own shadows are out to get them .

jake park. college drop-out; survivalist. rebellious son from an old money family. efficient but isolated. charles melton fc. dwight fairfield. office worker. unfit for anything but sending emails. outspoken but cowardly. joseph gordon-levitt fc. meg thomas. college student. coming from a hard, southside background. possibly a lesbian. athletic but headstrong. kj apa fc. claudette morel. botanist and academic. bad at socializing. upper class upbringing. intelligent but very shy. aldis hodge fc.

𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝟒 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 . . . the world has gone to shit . grab a gun , shoot the infected , and try to make it to the helicopter .

nick. former con-man with gambling issues and a felony-filled past. divorcee. sleaze to no fucking end. ryan gosling fc. zoey. former college student, aspiring filmmaker. daddy's girl. nick robinson fc.

𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐲-𝐝𝐨𝐨 . . . reaching thirty and no prospects , they decide to do for a living what started in one afternoon locked up in detention together : solving mysteries .

fred jones. a bit of a himbo. total jock back in school. great with overly complicated traps though! will poulter fc. daphne blake. hot and she knows it. a bit of a mean girl but growing out of it. old old old money. andrew garfield fc. velma dinkley. has read a book on anything. total nerd, glad to find her click. taron egerton fc. shaggy rogers. a bit of a stoner. into producing music and weed and food. so much food. y'know he's packing. jack quaid fc.

[joealwyndaily]

https://www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/2022/11/awards-insider-governors-awards-2022/

This year it was back to form, packed with talent as soon as you walked into the lobby for pre-dinner cocktails. There were unexpected and interesting interactions everywhere: Eddie Redmayne hugging Jeremy Pope; Joe Alwyn chatting with Taron Egerton; Jonathan Majors jokingly massaging Ke Huy Quan’s shoulders; Michelle Yeoh warmly hugging her former The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor co-star Brendan Fraser; and Colin Farrell, Paul Mescal and Andrew Scott deep in discussion together. 

wonder if they talked about Stars at Noon 🤪

#anonymous

[cryptid-intraining]

Bucky Barnes Coded Songs

• We'll Meet Again - Vera Lynn

"we'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when, but I know we'll meet again some sunny day"

• Goodbye - Ramsey

"where is my home? I don't recognize the faces anymore. Where is my friend? The one I've known since I was only just a kid, I think it's time to say goodbye"

• I'm Still Standing - Elton John (Taron Egerton's Rocketman version)

"I'm still standing better than I ever did, looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid. And I'm still standing after all this time, picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind"

• What Could Have Been - Sting (ft. Ray Chen)

"I am the monster you created it, you ripped out all my parts and worst of all, for me to live I gotta kill the part of me that's sore"

• Blood Upon The Risers (Gory Gory, What A Helluva Way To Die) - American Paratrooper

"he was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with pride, he checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tied, he had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar"

• It's Been A Long, Long Time - Kitty Kallen

"kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again, it's been a long, long time"

• Everybody Knows - Sigrid

"everybody knows that the dice are loaded, everybody rose with their fingers crossed, everybody knows the war is over, everybody knows the good guys lost, everybody knows the fight was fixed, the poor stay poor, the rich get rich, that's how it goes, everybody knows"

• Lapse - Black Math

"lost myself in things I said, and war is all you've ever seen, your war behind the screen and all it means to me, when you are numb, I'm forgiven, I'm forgiven"

• Mausoleum - Rafferty

"mistake a tragedy, since we'd missed each other by a century. They took my clothes and sent to a museum"

#bucky barnes #captain america #winter soldier #stevebucky #james bucky buchanan barnes #steve rogers #tfaws #catws #cacw

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#rpc #gif commissions #rp commissions #taron egerton gif pack #*gp

[hammy-fan]

Gayson’s Movie Reviews

2/5/23

Kingsman: The Secret Service

Starring Taron Egerton, Colin Firth, and Samuel L. Jackson

⭑ ⭑ ⭑ ⭑ ⭑

THIS MOVIE FUCKING BANGS!!!!!! At first when my dad was like “we should watch the first movie before we watch the Pedro Pascal one” I was like UGGGGHHHHH bc. I wanted my fuckin Pedro. BUT IM SO GLAD WE WATCHED IT. This movie is amazing. The plot is interesting, it’s funny and action packed, and OUGH THE VISUALS! The fight scenes!!!! Oh wow. The way the camera moves around is so 😩 amazing. Plus Free Bird was in it so. Bangin. Loved this movie.

#gaysons movie reviews #kingsman the secret service #taron egerton #colin firth #samuel l jackson

[taron-egerton-fan]

Carry-on

So what do we know about the “cabin baggage” movie? Apart from the pretty bland sounding synopsis:

The film follows a TSA agent who gets blackmailed by a mysterious traveler to let a dangerous package slip through security and onto a Christmas Day flight.

Carry-on was written as a spec script so not on commission or request 8 years ago by TJ Fixman. Fixman has mostly written screen plays for video games to make a living and Carry-on was a passion project he wrote in his own time on his own dime, separate from the day job. This is what he said upon hearing it had been greenlit, with Jaume Collet-Serra to direct and Taron attached

“I'm very excited about this. The script was a passion project for me more than eight years ago, and I'm so excited to see it finally come together. And to think I was told "no one will ever make this script." - twitter

Eight years ago I wrote a script on spec that I was told would never sell. Today I'm excited to report that Carry-On has been green-lit by Netflix. Taron Egerton is going to crush the role of Ethan Kopek, and I can't wait to see what Jaume does with it. Get ready for a wild ride - instagram

His script only forms the first draft though, the greenlit screenplay has been re-written, polished up by Michael Green who is best known for co-writing the Logan movie that starred Hugh Jackman and for which Green received an Oscar nomination.

It’s impossible to make a decent movie with a bad script, it’s like the foundation. The best directing and the best acting will struggle to polish the turd that is a bad script - you just end up with good actors in a bad movie with a bad script - so Green’s involvement is super encouraging.

Jaume Collet-Serra has directed a string of movies all with ratings betwwen 5.8 and 7.0  on IMDB but that said he directed Unknown with Liam Neeson and whilst it wasn’t brilliant per se it was action packed, suspenseful and entertaining from memory it’s a while since I watched it. He then followed that up with Non-stop also with Liam Neeson and that movie was about an air-marshall and I can’t help but wonder if this movie will be in a similar vein? If it is then all I can say is Non-stop was non-stop action so if you like a fast paced thriller then this Director has the credentials. There might not be anything I can point to that indicates he’s a “great” but he’s definitely made a reasonable fist of the couple of films of his that I’ve seen.

Deadline said that Taron had been weighing several offers following the recent premiere of Black Bird and instantly clicked with the material once he got his hands on the script. Sources say he was the only actor to read and meet on the project; he and Collet-Serra instantly hit it off and a deal to sign on quickly followed.

Let’s hope there’s a few decent co-stars and if so with Taron’s talent there’s hope for a really entertaining movie. 🤞🤞

#carry-on #not getting carried away #return your seats to an upright position and prepare for landing