Summary: You've been hiding bad dreams from Taron whilst he was away filming, but you're unable to hide them when he's home.
Requested by anon! I don't really like this too much but oh well.
Dating an actor wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, having the paparazzi follow you around when you were out together is something that takes a while to get used to, and going months without seeing your boyfriend when he’s away filming was always difficult, for multiple reasons. Deep down, you knew Taron would never cheat on you, he’d told you countless times how much he loves you, how you mean the absolute world to him and he’s so lucky to have you, but you knew how other women thought - you’d read the thirst tweets, read the hate messages towards you and your overactive imagination would make up the rest, imaging the worst scenarios, even though you trusted Taron with your life.
Fame was never once your idea of a future, and to be fair, neither was dating a celebrity, you were simply an accountant, a completely normal person, yet Taron still chose you. He saw you for the first time in a coffee shop, both of you visiting at the same time, he was enamoured by your beauty from the moment he saw you, and after gaining some courage, he asked you for your number which eventually led to him asking you on a date. The relationship was kept very private, due to both of your wishes, however the world knew about you, Taron had posted about you, after you said he could of course, and from then on your relationship was no longer your little secret, now everyone could poke their heads in, the paparazzi knew to follow Taron around to try to find out more about his secret girlfriend
Taron had been away filming for the past few months, leaving you by yourself again, that was when the bad dreams first started, they plagued you when you closed your eyes, forcing you to bypass sleep as much as you could, you’d told Taron about it after he facetimed you one night and could clearly see that you had barely been sleeping, however, you never told him what they were about.
Taron came home from filming a week early, surprising you while you were at home, you were overjoyed to see him of course, however as night time approached, you prayed that you wouldn’t wake Taron with any bad dreams, after all, maybe being in his arms again would help with the dreams.
It didn’t. You didn’t know what time it was, but you knew it was very early when the dream started, you hadn’t realised you were shaking and crying in your sleep until Taron shook you awake, your eyes opening to see the room slightly lit up by the lamp Taron had turned on after he noticing something was wrong with you.
“Sweetheart, tell me what’s going on.” he spoke sweetly, holding your body in his after you’d woken up, one of his hands running through your hair gently, the other hand resting on your back.
“Just been having bad dreams, it’s nothing Taron.” You whispered, your hand on Taron’s chest. He signed lightly,
“It’s not nothing, sweetheart, I can see you haven’t been sleeping. Tell me what I can do to help, I want to help.”
You bit your lip lightly, sighing before speaking “It’s just dreams about losing you, it’s silly really,” you chuckled lightly, “I know you’re mine, and I know you won’t leave me, but I guess my mind likes to make me think you will leave.” you spoke honestly.
Taron kissed the top of your head before tilting your chin up to look at him, “You know how much I love you, you know I’m not leaving you, okay? I love you so, so much and you mean the absolute world to me, I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart, ‘cause I know I can never get any better than you.” He whispered, before leaning forward and capturing your lips in a sweet, passionate kiss, his hand moving to cup your cheek tenderly. “Get some sleep, sweetheart, I’ll be here all night.” he smiled, kissing you again quickly before hugging you tight to his body. That night ended up being the night you had the most sleep in weeks.
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The reader has a panic attack and Taron is very soft and gentle towards the reader, maybe have him sing to as well.
TW- panic attacks, mentions of covid pandemic
This pandemic has been a stressful time for everyone, and as much as Taron tries to relax you about it, your anxiety can’t help but take over. So many thoughts race through your head,
“What if I get sick?”
“What if Taron gets sick?
“What if someone we know dies?”
It’s all too much sometimes, you have trouble with anxiety as it is, and although you fully believe in following the protocols, the masks and the stores and all of the overthinking sends you into a panic attack sometimes, and today just happened to be one of those days.
You sat on your couch, talking with Taron as he reads new articles online, muttering them out to you, all about COVID, filling your head with bad thoughts. “Oh shit” he says coming across a specific one, “It says here this virus might never go away.” Hearing this was your breaking point.
Your heart started racing, your breathing speeding up, getting heavier, and getting harder to come out. He kept reading until you finally blurted out, “Taron, s-stop’ before putting your head in your hands, tears starting to come out.
Taron notices and immediately stops and puts his phone down, rushing over to where you’re sitting and kneels down in front of you, resting a hand on your leg, rubbing it gently. “Hey, hey it's okay honey” he says in a soft voice, but all you can sob out is, “No it’s not” while shaking your head.
He wraps his arms around you and just holds you, moving up next to you on the couch, “I know how hard this virus is on your mental health. I’m so sorry I mentioned it” He says with a calm tone. “I can promise you everything will be okay, and if it isn’t I’ll do my best to make it okay.” Taron whispers in your ear, your breathing regulating again but you're still crying.
He remembers the one thing that always eases your mind, and that’s his singing. Ever since he filmed “Rocketman”, ‘Your song’, turned into your song, and he sang it to you whenever something was wrong.
He began singing the song, wiping your tears as he sings “Your’s are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen” which brings such a smile to your face, sniffling and wiping your eyes, reaching a calmer state and continuing to listen to his voice.
“I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words, how wonderful life is while you’re in the world” He sings out before planting a kiss on your forehead and hugging you tightly, you smiling and holding onto him back.
“I feel so safe here” you say and look up at him with your puffy eyes. “Safe where love?” Taron asks. “In your arms, in our home, with you.” You smile. “That’s exactly how I want it to be, I will forever be your safe place. I’ll never let anything hurt you” He says, grazing your cheek before placing a soft kiss on it.
The more you think about it, no one has ever been able to calm you like Taron can. He just knows exactly what to do, and he does it right. He really is your forever and always, and most certainly your safe space.
There’s a short, sharp tapping at your front door and your eyes flick up to the clock on the wall to see that it was still an hour until Taron was due to pick you up, so you take your hands out of the washing up bowl and dry them on the nearest towel before throwing it over your shoulder and making your way to the door.
“Oh!” you smile, surprised at seeing Taron so early, “uh… I’m not ready yet!”
“No, no, that’s fine, I just… I really need to speak to you before tonight. Can I come in?”
“Of course, of course,” you nod, stepping to the side and allowing him to pass by before you shut the door, “come into the kitchen, I’m just finishing the washing up… you can dry.”
He grins at your comment and you hand him the tea towel before your hands dive back into the water and you raise your eyebrows at him as a signal for him to say what he needs to say.
“So you know it was a few weeks ago that we arranged this dinner?” he begins as he tentatively picks up a plate to dry it.
You hum in agreement as a fork slips from your fingers and you sigh as you fish around in the water to find it again.
“Well I may have said something a little silly to my sisters and they may have told everyone in the entire family and their pets about it.”
“Oh Taron,” you chuckle, “what have you said?”
“I didn’t mean to… I didn’t even really say it… I just agreed with what they said because you know how kids are, they go on and on about something and will not let it go until you agree with them-”
“Spit it out already!”
“They kept hounding me with the question ‘is she your girlfriend?’ and I… well, I said yes. In my defence they wouldn’t have shut up if I hadn’t said it.”
You turn your head slowly to look at him with wide, questioning eyes and your brow furrows a little as you realise what this means for later.
“So to save yourself from being harassed by your little sisters, you’ve let them believe I’m your girlfriend?” you clarify.
“Uh… yeah...” he blushes, hurriedly picking up a bowl to fuss over as he avoids eye contact with you.
“Well jeez Taron, you’ve had weeks to tell me and here you are an hour before we go for the barbecue at your mum’s house letting me know that we’ve got to pretend we’re in a relationship?!” you laugh, out of disbelief more than anything else, “bloody hell.”
A silence falls over you both as you take in his confession but it’s not awkward, simply thoughtful instead as you figure out how this is going to work. You’d always been close ever since you met but neither of you had crossed the line into romance even though at various points along your friendship there had been feelings shared by the two of you, although sadly unspoken. It wasn’t a daunting prospect to pretend to be his girlfriend, in fact it was rather an inviting opportunity in all honesty, and you certainly weren’t going to argue about it. You can feel Taron’s eyes on you as you place the last plate in the drainer for him to take, then you empty the bowl and finally turn to face him.
“Right,” you sigh, “guess I’d better get changed then.”
You return to find him sitting on the sofa with the telly on so you move to block his view with a smile as his eyes travel up from your stomach to your face, taking in your ruffled white dress with black spots as he goes.
“That’s...” he swallows heavily, “that’s a nice dress.”
“Thought I’d make an effort being as I’m your girlfriend now,” you shrug, “you ready then?”
“Yep, yeah,” he nods, switching the telly off and rising from his seat.
It was just a few hours in their garden where you had to pretend you were in a relationship with your closest friend; it would be unbelievably easy. His family knew you anyway so there were zero introductions to be made and it would practically be like any other time you saw them, except for maybe being a little bit more tactile with one another.
“Ready?” he asks before he reaches out for the back gate.
“Of course.”
He opens the door and quickly grabs your hand before stepping into the garden as the familiar faces of his family turn to smile at you both, and his sisters run up to him with mischievous grins on their faces.
“We knew you were his girlfriend,” the eldest smirks, “you always come to our house with him!”
“Nothing can get past you two clever little munchkins can it, eh?” you laugh.
“Nope!” they both chime together.
“Okay girls, come on, leave the lovebirds alone!” his mum calls out.
Taron turns to you with an apologetic look upon his face, “we can turn around right now and leave if you want,” he whispers.
“And why would I want to do that?” you ask with a smile as you place your free hand on his cheek and sweep your thumb underneath his eye before sliding down to his neck.
“I have a sudden urge to kiss you,” he states as his eyes flick from your gaze to your lips and back again.
“Well we do need to make this believable...”
He moves quickly, pressing his lips to yours with a deep yearning yet keeping the kiss soft, and you’re taken aback by how much feeling goes into this supposedly fake action, but you embrace it nonetheless.
“I think a line has just been crossed, and I don’t want to move back over it again,” he admits, his lips hovering in front of you as his nose nudges against yours lightly.
“Are you going to join us or stay wrapped up in one another by the gate?” his mum chuckles, “food’s getting cold!”
You turn to face her with a smile and tug on Taron’s hand as you walk up the path to patio where everyone sits with a plate of food already. Taron’s hesitant now, you hadn’t replied to his bold comment and he was worried that you didn’t feel the same, and as soon as your hand slips from his as you reach a chair his heart sinks a little in his chest.
“So come on, how long have you been keeping this from us then? We knew there was something going on, we just couldn’t quite put our finger on what,” his mum smirks, looking between the two of you.
“Uh...” Taron starts.
“Six months, give or take a week or two,” you answer confidently.
“Really? No longer?!”
“We took our time actually admitting that there was something more than friendship between us,” you laugh, “neither of us wanted to cross that line, just in case it went wrong, but we’re mighty glad we did.”
Taron looks up at you with a smile at your words and he knows in that moment that you were both on the same page. Just as quickly as you’d arrived, the evening suddenly begins to draw in, and the girls are soon off to bed as you help clear up some of the plates and glasses on the table. You pick up a beer bottle by the neck but it somehow slips from your fingers and lands with a crash on the patio as you gasp at what had just happened.
“Shit!” you exclaim, bending down to pick up the shards, “I’m so sorry!”
“It’s okay! Be careful on the-”
“Oh no… Oh no...” you grimace as blood begins to seep down your hand.
“Taron!” his mum calls out, “(Y/N)’s cut her hand, can you get a towel please?”
He comes running out within seconds, knowing full well that you didn’t deal well with blood at all and he helps you stand from your crouched position to take you inside with your hand covered.
“I’m going to take her up to my old room so that we’re near the bathroom… she’s not a massive fan of blood,” he explains.
His mum nods and you sort of zone out as he helps you up the stairs then sits you down on his bed as he keeps a tight hold of your hand with the towel wrapped around it to stem the bleeding.
“How are you feeling? Are you okay?” he asks as his free hand strokes your cheek and pushes the hair back from your face.
“Yeah, I’m… okay.”
“Right,” he nods, peeking at the wound which had now calmed down, “I’m just going to get something to stick over this, but don’t look at it okay?”
“Got it.”
He doesn’t waste any time in getting the first aid kit out and grabbing a handful of plasters to see which one would fit the best, then he’s at your side once again, slowly peeling away the towel and wiping it over with an antiseptic wipe before sizing up each covering until he finds the perfect one.
“There, all done,” he sighs as he sticks the corners down on your hand.
“What would I do without you?” you smile.
“You’d cope.”
“I don’t think I would.”
His fingers linger on your hand then you both lean forwards until your foreheads meet in the middle softly, and he very gently moves closer to you on the bed before tilting his head so that he can kiss you. Your bodies gravitate towards one another as the kiss becomes more intense and soon the first aid kit is crashing to the floor and spilling its contents across the carpet, and your lips break apart as the two of you chuckle at the noise.
“Let’s hope no one comes up here wondering what that noise was,” Taron whispers as he slides his nose against yours, “they may find us in a compromising position.”
His hands gather your dress up at the sides of your thighs then when he reaches the hem you lift yourself off of the bed just enough so that he can pull it up over your body and discard it on the floor. Your dress ends up being hidden by his clothes then both yours and his underwear, and the bed lets out a loud succession of creaks as you lay down with him hovering over you.
“I forgot how much noise this thing makes,” he laughs, and you giggle as he shifts his weight and it creaks a couple more times, “fucking hell!”
You cover your mouth with your hand as you continue to laugh, “floor?” you suggest.
“I’m not making love to you for the first time on the floor!”
“Well it’s either that or...” you bounce a little, a creak sounding out each time you move.
“Creaks it is,” he winks as he leans down and kisses your neck slowly.
Short bursts of laughter break through the otherwise electrified air around you both thanks to the comedic timing of the bed and its loud noises that almost, but not quite, ruin the loving moment. Your bodies fall quickly into a natural rhythm together, the intrusive sound of your chosen place to have sex now fading into the background as pleasure overcomes you both, the fact that you need to stay quiet yourselves very nearly slipping your minds with every moan that escapes the two of you. The bed alone is enough to give you away, you certainly didn’t need to give those downstairs any more proof of what you were up to in his room; yet there was the hope that they were still out in the garden.
“Taron,” you whisper eventually, dangerously close to the edge.
He nods at you and you take one hand away from his body and curl two fingers up before bringing them up to your mouth and biting down on them as a stuttered, breathy moan slips between the gaps. Taron soon buries his face in the pillow your head is resting on and you hear his muffled repeats of your name until his warm breath is heating the skin of your neck as he turn his head to face you. He settles down next to you, the bed relentless with its creaking as he does so, and the two of you laugh as you tangle your bodies together as carefully as possible.
“So much for pretending, huh?” he grins.
can I request something with Taron? Maybe something fluffy and smutty?
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Prompts:
2. “What do you want me to say?”
5. “I love you, I just don’t like you very much right now.”
10. “Choose me.”
17. “And when were you planning on telling me this?”
Pairing: Taron Egerton x reader
A/N: This is a mix of three requests because they worked together really well for this idea I had and I feel like it still stays true to what each person wanted. Hope you enjoy and keep on requesting from my prompt list if you want more!
“I just can’t believe you’re finally back,” you say as you leave a trail of gentle kisses along your husband’s jawline. Taron holds you just that little bit tighter, relishing in this moment for all the bliss that it was.
It had been a long month for the both of you. Taron had been away promoting his new film, Rocketman, while you had stayed at home preparing for the release of your debut novel. Though you had managed to push back some meetings and work extra hard to allow for a few days off to join him for the premiere, you had still missed him sorely.
But now, Rocketman’s press tour had finally come to a close, and everything was organised for the biggest night of your career to date, your book launch tomorrow night. All you had to do now was try not to die of anxiety over the reception of the novel you had poured your heart and soul into for the past two years.
You had found loving on your husband to be a pretty good distraction since he had arrived home that morning.
You were supposed to be in the kitchen preparing dinner but somehow you had ended up sitting on the bench with your legs wrapped around Taron’s waist and your lips planted firmly on his. Not so firmly, however, that you could resist the urge to remove them and talk about your big night.
“God I‘m just so excited for tomorrow night,” you couldn’t contain the smile that crossed your face just thinking about it. “I’m so glad it worked with your press schedule, I don’t know what I would do without you there.”
“About that,” Taron began, making your blood turn cold immediately. “I’m really sorry darling but it turns out I actually can’t make it.”
“What?”
“Well, you know that part I auditioned for?” He took your nod as an indication to continue. “Well the director invited me to go to this party with him and a bunch of the producers, and my agent told me if I wanted the part I would have to go.”
“Well, why don’t you just go to the party after the launch? I’m sure you could make both, the party will probably run late right?” You attempted to reason with him.
“The party’s in LA,” he said so quietly if you weren’t in front of him you probably wouldn’t hear him. “I fly out tomorrow morning.”
“And when were you planning on telling me this?” You hop off the bench and walk a few steps away from him, wanting to get some distance between the two of you.
“I don’t know, now I guess?”
You scoffed at him, not believing what you were hearing.
“I still came home though didn’t I? I could’ve just gone straight to LA but I wanted to come home and see you before your book launch,” he gained a bit of confidence in what he was saying as he prepared to defend himself.
“Well aren’t you just Mr Considerate?” You stared him down hard, wanting him to feel the fire behind your eyes.
“Look I’m sorry okay? I really am. But this is my career we’re talking about. Would you want me to miss out on this part because of this?”
“Do you really think you would miss out on a part because you didn’t go to one shitty party?” You accused.
“Yes! It’s all about networking in this industry,” he justified. You just rolled your eyes, not even dignifying his bullshit with a response.
He sighed, exasperated, as though your reaction was not extremely well-warranted. For a moment, the two of you just stood in silence, Taron growing in agitation with each passing second you didn’t roll over and tell him his career was more important like you usually do in a situation like this. This time was different than all the others, it just was. He had never missed something this important to you. He knew just how nervous you were about this. Just how much you needed his support.
If his reasoning was more genuine, you would be 100% supportive. If he had a premiere, or a big interview, or an actual audition you would let him go without a shred of fight. You would wish him well and let him go on his merry way without complaint. But to miss the night you had building towards for the past two years, just for the opportunity to network with some people he had already auditioned for and clearly seemed like they wanted to give him the role? Perhaps you had given him too much leeway, and he was starting to lose sight of what was reasonable to ask of a spouse.
“What do you want me to say, babe?” Taron asked, breaking the silence. “I’m sorry that I’m chasing a job opportunity? I’m sorry that I’m trying to further my career? Well I’m not. I am sorry that I’m missing your big night but I think my reason is pretty valid don’t you?”
“No Taron. I don’t want you to say any of that. I want you to say, ‘The director invited me to a party, but I told him that I’ll be busy that night supporting my wife on one of the biggest nights of her career. We’re catching up for a lunch instead to discuss the role and the film further, one on one.’ Or I want you to say, ‘You’re right babe, you need me by your side tomorrow night, I’ll call him right now and tell him about the schedule mix up.’ I want you to say that you choose me, Taron.”
You allow your words to hang in the air for a moment, before concluding your spiel. “Not some networking bullshit for a role you have probably already secured.”
For a moment, you think you’ve broken through. You think you’ve allowed Taron to finally see sense and realise that the only person being is him. But you know you’ve misinterpreted the sorrowful look on his face when he says, “You can’t ask me to choose you over my career.”
“I’m not!” You know that you’re raising your voice now, more than you ever like to, but in this one moment, you just don’t care. “I’m asking you to make other arrangements, this one time! How many times have I worked my schedule around your filming schedules? Or your premieres? Do you know how many stupid fucking parties I’ve missed? How many meetings? I’ve never asked you to do the same. Not once. Because I’m your wife and it’s my job to be there when you need me. So please, please, do the same for me right now.”
“I’m sorry darling, I just can’t.”
Your eyes betray you and the first tear falls. “Right, well,” you state, your voice suddenly much quieter, “I guess that’s that then.” With that you turn on your heel and exit the kitchen, trying to conceal the tears that are now cascading freely down your face.
“Babe, come on…” Taron calls after you, but even he knows it’s a futile attempt.
You take the stairs up to your bedroom two at a time, desperately wanting privacy in this moment of heartache. It isn’t until you slam the bedroom door that you allow the sobs to break free.
It’s a couple hours later when Taron follows you up. You’re wrapped up in your favourite blanket, feigning sleep as you hear him attempt to repack his suitcase quietly. He made short work of it, simply trading the dirty laundry out for clean. It wasn’t long before he was in nothing but his briefs, crawling into bed next to you.
Despite your better judgement, you let him wrap his arms around you and hold you close to his chest. You two had spent a lot of time apart in recent months, and there was a deep ache in your chest knowing what little time you had left together had been wasted fighting. So even though you were perhaps the angriest you had ever been at him, you relished in his touch.
“I know you’re awake, babe,” he whispered.
You said nothing in return, just shuffled slightly to acknowledge that he was indeed correct.
“I love you,” he said, but you knew the admission for what it really was: a plea. He was asking you to give him an indication that things were okay. That even though he knew he had probably fucked up, things were not beyond repair. It was an unspoken tradition between the two of you since before you were married. Even if you were fighting, you would exchange ‘I love you’s.
“I love you, Taron. I just don’t like you very much right now.”
When awoke the next morning, Taron and his suitcase were gone. The only thing he had left behind was a note on your bedside table.
Y/N,
Good luck with your book launch tonight. I am so proud of you my love. I’m sorry about last night. I promise to be at every book launch from now on, and I just know there are many more to come.
All my love,
T x
You reread it three times before scrunching it up and throwing it across the room in a fit of rage. Normally you were a pretty evenly tempered person, but the immense stress and pressure the release of your novel brought was taking a toll on your composure.
Something you felt even more keenly, as you arrived at your book launch event that night. You were no longer behind closed doors, with the ability to dissolve into panic over how your book would be reviewed, or feel sorry for yourself for arriving to this event alone. No. Now you had to greet and entertain the wide array of guests you were hosting for tonight. Plaster on that fake smile as you made small talk with the journalists, critics and internet celebrities you needed to promote your novel.
“Where is that husband of yours tonight?” Asked probably the tenth person for the night, everyone wanting to rub elbows with the phenomenal actor surrounded by Oscar buzz.
“Away for work, unfortunately,” the false indifference coming easier to you now that you’ve had to tell so many people the same thing.
“Big night for him to be missing isn’t it?” The snooty journalist asked, clearly trying to sniff out some kind of celebrity gossip story.
You opened your mouth, trying to fabricate some kind of reply, when you heard his voice. “That’s why I’m not missing it.”
Your head snapped to the right and there he was. Your husband in a gorgeous grey suit, a bouquet of roses in hand, coloured exactly to match your book’s cover, and a smirk on his lips. “Sorry I’m late love, traffic was a killer.” He stepped forward and kissed your cheek, handing you the flowers.
Your expression quickly turned from being one of shock to extreme joy. “Sorry sir,” you turned to the journalist, giving him your first genuine smile of the evening. “But I’m going to excuse myself to have a moment alone with my husband.”
You grabbed his hand and led him to a private corner of the party, setting your roses down on the first surface you could find before turning and connecting your lips with his. He smiled into the kiss, knowing without a doubt in his mind that he had made the right choice.
After a moment you pulled away, but still held his face in your hands. “What happened to the party in LA?”
“I was literally ten minutes away from boarding my plane when it clicked how wrong I was. I thought about how hard you’ve worked the whole time I’ve known you to be an author. How much of your time and effort you’ve poured into this. How this is such a massive achievement for you, and as your husband I should be here with you in this moment,” he turned his head slightly, so he could press a kiss to your open palm. “So I got my luggage back and drove back home but you were already gone to get ready. So here I am, apology/congratulatory flowers in hand,” he grinned.
“And if you don’t get the role now?” A trickle of guilt hit your spine. You didn’t want to be the reason he missed out on an amazing opportunity.
“If I have to become a thoughtless prick of a husband to get that role then it isn’t worth it,” his eyes pierced yours. “The greatest role of my life is being your husband. I’m not going to let anything fuck that up. Least of all myself.”
“I love you so much,” you spoke softly, trying not to allow anymore tears to spill, whether they be happy or not.
“And I love you,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Now come on, let’s go celebrate you and your amazing book.”
