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The Last Goodbye - Smutty Wednesday

A Taron Egerton FanFiction - By JamieMac

Warnings: Smut (obviously)

Not my normal smutty story, but I hope that you like it none-the-less. :) And who knows, maybe this will have more parts to it, maybe.  Enjoy

Above the din of the crowd, a voice floated down to her ears. She stopped. That voice. A voice she hadn’t heard in almost five years. Her eyes snapped shut as that voice ripped through her, tearing open every wound that she thought had healed long ago. The memories surged through her, playing in her mind like fast-forward movie reel. Every touch. Every kiss. Every hug. Every argument. Every word. Every cold shoulder. Their first kiss. The first time she saw him. The last time she saw him. The first time she heard his voice. Their first hello and their last goodbye. She took a deep breath, forcing her eyes open. She started to scan through the crowd, praying that the voice was nothing but a figment, a part of her she would never forget. As a small glimmer of hope appeared, it was dashed with a ferocity as she saw a familiar mess of brown locks. The shape of his shoulders soon followed, a shape that could never be forgotten and the energy in her drained. Her knees wobbled but she had to stay upright. No attention could be brought in her direction, for he could not know she was there. As the memories continued to knock her about, one in particular kept resurfacing. She wanted it to vanish, to be driven deep back down. Back into a space that could be forever forget. As small tear slid down her cheek, his smiling face beamed at her from behind her eyelids.

He kissed her lips. Her eyes. Her cheeks. Her jaw. Her neck. The top of her breasts. She giggled as his breath brushed across her skin.

“What,” He pulled away, glancing down at her quizzically.

“It tickles,” Laughter filled them both.

“I can stop,” He went to pull away.

She grabbed both of his arms, “No, no, no, don’t stop, just don’t mind the laughing.”

He rolled his eyes as he reached his arms around her back, unhooking the small clasps of her bra. His hands made for her now bare mounds, a smirk playfully covering his face.

“I am going to miss these.”

She swatted at his hands, “Cheesy much? They’ll be here for you when you get back.”

His lips sucked on her pert nipple, his tongue flicking the small nub. She ran her fingers through his hair, racking her nails along his scalp. Her moan turned into a sigh as he pulled away. “What, are you okay?”

He nodded slowly, “This times feels different, doesn’t it?”

She looked at him, unsure of what he was talking about.

“Me leaving, it feels different,” He clarified.

As much as she wanted to contradict him, she knew that he was right. For the last few weeks, the doubt had slowly been eating at her confidence. “It does,” She agreed.

He leaned down and kissed her, softly and slowly, the passion oozing from him.

He was off, headed towards another movie set, continuing in her journey of being a Hollywood heartthrob. She was so proud of him, missing him like crazy when he was away, but he always came back. So caught up in her own thoughts, she failed to notice that he had travelled further on down her body. She gasped as his tongue dragged across her lower abdomen, pushing her back into reality. He slipped her panties down her leg, tossing them aside. His breath was hot against her core and she pushed her hips up towards his face.

He chuckled, his lips quickly attaching to her sensitive nub. His arm stretched across her abdomen, keeping her pinned to the mattress. His tongue flicked across her clit and ran up through her folds. She tried to squirm under his grasp, moaning as he pushed his tongue inside of her.

“Taron…” She grasped for his hair, clinging to the lifeline.

More chuckling vibrated through her and she bucked her hips up with forcity.

The pent up emotions, worries and fears bubbled quickly to the surface, erupting in a quick orgasm. Taron sat up, his eyes scanning her face.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded, pulling him down, his lips pressing against hers. As his tongue swirled, her taste on him, caused the knot to tighten. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to her body. Lost in him, she failed to notice the tip of his penis pressing against her opening. Taron pushed in slowly, his girth filling her with a pleasure. Gasping, her heels dug into his ass, driving him further into her. He started his pace, keeping it slow and rhythmic, finding the pace that was agreeable to them both. As she felt him move in and out, her attention was drawn to his face. She stared at every small detail, taking it in, adhering it to her memory.

She grasped at his shoulders, “Taron, faster.”

Her breathing pick up. His motions quickened. She pulled him down, her lips pressing into his. Skin slapped against skin and the fire in her abdomen exploded. She moaned into him, her teeth sinking into his shoulder, smothering her passionate cries. He slowed his pace but continued as he rode out her high. She urged him on, coaxing him to his own climax.

His heaving body was strewn across hers and she gently ran her fingertips softly across the baby fine hairs at the base of his neck.

“I don’t want to go,” His voice muffled into her shoulder.

She said nothing, just hugged him closer to her.

Their lips lingered together, neither wanting to pull away from the other. She stepped back, putting a slight distance between them, and pressed her forehead to his.

“You have to go or you will miss your flight,” Her hands rested on his chest.

He leaned down, grabbing the bag that sat near the door, “I will call you when I land.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging his body into hers, “Good-bye Taron…I’ll see you in a few months.”

She watched as he climbed into the car, waving back at him as the vehicle pulled away from the curb. She continued watching as the tail lights disappeared around the corner. She sighed, a gnawing feel pressing at her stomach, but she ignored it, burying it deep beneath the day to day worries.

The noise around her had faded out but she kept her eyes closed as the memory came to a dramatic close. She felt a few more tears trickle down her cheeks. and she reached up to swipe them away. As she raised her arm, she felt a tug on her hand. Her eyes popped open and she stared down into the eyes of the man that she would alway love.

“Mommy, come on, what are you doing,” She small child bounced up and down. “Mommy, I want some ice cream.”

A small smile graced her lips, “Of course sweetheart, lead the way.”

As tiny hand fit snugly into hers, she thought about the day she found that she was expecting. Weeks after what ended up being being their last time seeing one another, she was alone in her bathroom sobbing over a pregnancy test. She had picked up the phone time and again, but knew that his career and life were better off without knowing. Her eyes scanned the crowd again, Taron’s head coming into her line of sight. It hurt that he would never know what they had created, but no matter what, she would always have a piece of him with her. He was someone that she could and would never forget, someone that would always hold a piece of her heart.

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Chances - Smutty Wednesday

A Taron Egerton FanFiction - By JamieMac

Warnings: Smut (obviously)

I am so so sorry that this is late.. I had it queued and it posted, but I was reminded that I had forgotten the taglist.  Ugh, can’t have that... and it wasn’t showing up in the tags, so take 2!!

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Taron couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Her happiness radiated, her emotions covering every inch of her face. As she greeted another family member or friend, her smile grew larger and he couldn’t help his own smile from increasing. He continued to watch as she hugged another guest, the folds of white fabric enveloping them both.

The lights dimmed. The clattering of spoons and forks against plates ceased. The soft music cascaded down to their ears and Taron stood, holding his hand out to her. She beamed up at him as her small hand fit perfectly in his. He led them out onto the dance floor. Her arms were wrapped snugly around his neck. His hands were gently grasping her hips. Their bodies were pressed close together as the song surrounded them, the lyrics filling their mind with memories that would never be forgotten.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of her and she studied every inch of his face. They swayed in time to the beat of their song. No words were spoken between them, as their glances at one another said everything. He was so in love with the women he held in his arms and with her head resting on his shoulder, he knew she felt the same. He hummed, the words wanting to escape his lips. He whispered his favorite lines into her ear, her arms tightening with each tender word.

“What are the chances that we’d up dancing,” His voice faded as the song came a close. She pulled away, her eyes shiny with happy, unshed tears. She rocked up on the tips of her toes, her lips pressing into his.

“I adore you Taron Egerton,” She gave his hand a squeeze before being whisked away.

For a night that was supposed to be all about them, they hadn’t had much time together, just them. Friends and family, people that they each loved and adored, kept them apart, kept him from touching her. His mind drifted to images of what their evening would entail, once he got her all to himself. He shifted in his seat, the pictures of her naked body almost too much for him to handle. Pats on the back and more congratulations brought him back to reality, bringing his thoughts into a safer space. He saw her glance over at him, giving him the smile she reserved for him only. He winked back, watching as the soft pink of her cheeks glowed just a little brighter.

Cheers and shouts were tossed at them as they walked hand in hand towards the awaiting limo. They waved goodbye to the familiar and friendly faces before disappearing into the dark quiet of the spacious car. Taron pulled her to his side, taking the moment to capture her lips with his. He’d wanted to kiss her so many times tonight and he would not let this opportunity escape him. She ran her fingers through his hair, her nails lightly scraping the base of his neck. He moaned into her mouth, the subtle noise spurring her to throw one leg over his lap. He grasped her hips, tugging her fully onto his lap, adjusting them both, deepening the kiss.

“That I could have found you, put my arms around you…what are the chances,” She sang, her words muffled.

“Like two in a million, like once in a life. Mrs Y/N Egerton, I am so glad that you are all mine,” Taron pulled away, his hands cupping her cheeks. “I love you so much,” He kissed her softly once more as the car came a slow stop.

Taron tapped the play button on his phone, their song emitting from the tiny speaker. She giggled, spinning around to face him as the door shut behind them.

“Are we ever going to grow tired of this song,” She asked, her hands reaching behind her.

He shook his head, “What if I hadn’t asked for you name?”

“Is it love? Is it fate? Maybe you and I were meant to be,” She hummed back. “Can you help me with this?” She turned, her back exposed to him.

“Leave it on,” His voice was quiet, unsure of how she’d react to his request.

Her head turned, glancing at him over her shoulder, “Okay.” She grinned, facing him once again.

He took a step closer, his hands reaching for her, pulling her to his body once again. Kisses became frenzied and their hands were trying to touch every inch of their bodies. Taron didn’t want tonight to be rushed, he wanted to take his time. He wanted to enjoy every second. He placed his hands on her shoulders, taking a tiny step back, putting a bit of space between them. She blinked, throwing a questioning glance at him.

“We have all night Y/N, let’s just take our time,” He kicked off his shoes and pulled the ends of his shirt out of his trousers.

She giggled. The sound filling his heart with so much happiness.

“What’s a guy like me doing in a place like this? I could have just walked by, who would have thought,” He watched her as he undid one button at a time, his chest bare to her.

She licked her lips, her fingers itching to reach out and run her nails down his toned chest.

He took a step closer, dropping down to his knees. She stood still, unsure of what his next plan was. He gripped the hem of her dress, pulling it up just enough to slip his hands beneath the billowing folds. His hands were warm on her skin as they slowly slid up her leg. She parted her thighs slightly, her head lolling back as his fingers looped the band of her silk panties.

He pulled them down, helping her step from them so the could toss them aside.

“Is that all you’re removing,” She stayed in her spot, already knowing the answer.

He nodded, climbing back up to his feet. He said nothing more as he took her hand once again, leading them this time to the large awaiting bed.

He popped the button of his pants, pushing them down, allowing them to pool at his feet. He shed the remains of his jacket, tie and shirt, the pile of discarded clothing growing. He sat on the edge of the bed, inching his way slowly to a flat position. He stayed propped up on his elbows, waiting for her make the next move. She gathered the yards of material into her arms, pulling it up around her legs, giving her the ability to climb up and over his body. She straddled his hips, his erection letting her know how much he wanted her. She released the fabric, allowing to flow around them both. He wanted to run his hands all over her beautiful, bare body, but he wanted more, at the moment, to watch her bounce up and down on his cock in her stark white wedding dress.

“I can’t reach, I need you to rid yourself of the last barrier between us,” She leaned forward, letting him snake his hands underneath the coverings, pushing his boxers down, allowing himself to spring free. He aligned himself with her opening, allowing her to slowly slide down his shaft. Simultaneous sharp intakes echoed as she stilled, giving herself time to adjust to his girth.

She started to move, slowly up and down. Her dressed stretched and shrank with each move. His hands reappeared and found their way to her hips, keeping her pace at a steady beat. The image of her on top of him, her dress surrounding them both, was almost too much. He could feel his cock twitch and knew that he needed to change their position or he wouldn’t last much longer. He sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist. She gasped as he flipped them over, her back landing on the soft mattress.

“Taron,” She threw him a quizzical look as he pulled out.

“I need to touch you, all of you,” He ran his hands slowly up and down her thighs.

She reached out for his hands and he helped her sit up. She motioned behind her, letting him know that he’d have to help undo all of the tiny buttons.

“How the hell did you get into this thing,” He chuckled as he slowly unhooked one white pearl after another.

“I had help,” She smiled at him over shoulder, keeping her dress up with her arms as she felt it loosen.

The fabric slipped from her shoulders and she did her best to wiggle it from her hips. She lifted her ass and Taron carefully pulled it down the rest of her body. He kept if from hitting the floor, instead draping it gently over a nearby chair.

He took her in, his beautiful bride stretched out on the bed before him. He climbed up next to her, his hands dancing across her skin as he went. He bent his head, kissing her slowly, allowing the moment to linger. He felt her hands make their way to his hair, her fingernails sending shivers down his spine. With his knee he parted her legs, settling between her milky thighs. The kissing intensified, her legs wrapping around his hips, pulling his body into hers.

“Taron, fuck me,” She mumbled into his mouth.

He needed no more prodding as he reached down, pushing into her with a hint of desperation.

Her hands grabbed at the duvet, her back arching to meet his every thrust. She looked ravishing as her head rolled back, her eyes closed tight as she lost herself in the satisfying sensations. He leaned over her, his hands cupping her covered breasts. He pulled her bra away, her pert nipple teasing him. His mouth captured it and he smiled slightly as he heard the moan escape her lips.

“Harder,” She squeaked and he picked up the pace.

She looked up at him, love and adoration coursing through her simple glance.

She reached for him, pulling his mouth down to hers. She forced her tongue past his lips, the passion pulsing through them both as she fought for dominance.

He felt her walls tighten, and knew that she was nearing her climax. He picked up the pace. The sound of skin slapping pushed them both over the edge. Her legs compressed his hips, her body shaking as wave after wave washed over her. He held her, slowly bringing them both back down. As they stilled, her eyes met his and she smiled. “I love you Taron Egerton.”

He kissed her languidly, making the moment last. “I love you too Y/N Egerton.”

“What are the chances that we’d up dancing,” He stroked her hair, listening as her breathing evened out. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her slumbering body tightly into his. “That I could have found you, put my arms around you,” His own eyes were heavy, his lips drooping with each passing second. “I love you so much Y/N, you are my once in a life.”

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Singing Practice - Smutty Wednesday

A Taron Egerton FanFiction - By JamieMac

Warnings: Smut and Language

She watched him over the top of her book. His eyes were closed. His hands gripped at his shirt, tugging on it ever so slightly, his toned stomach coming into her view. He swayed to the music, his voice growing louder with each rise and fall of the notes. She placed her book down, forgotten on the cushion next to her. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He mesmerized her. He turned, his front fully facing her. His eyes were still closed, lost in the sounds that engulfed them. She scanned his body. His broad shoulders. His muscular arms. She sighed, her mind racing to the memories of those strong arms holding her, making her feel safe in his presence. She went lower, to the small strip of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his sweatpants. She crossed her legs, the ache building as her mind wandered to the thought of him between her thighs, his eyes fixed on her as he moved them in rhythm. Her own lids dropped, her mind swirling, her body craving his touch. She dared not disturb him though, for she knew that he needed to stay in practice, his voice needing to keep warm.  

The music stopped, and she opened her eyes. She smiled as she was met with his beautiful face looking back at her.

“You okay Y/N,” His voice was soft.

She nodded, afraid that her own words would give her desires away.

Her efforts were futile, as he could read her better than himself. He approached her, his socked feet padding across the carpet of his trailer. He took a knee, pushing her legs apart, fitting in between them perfectly.

“What are you doing,” She giggled, knowing perfectly well.

“You just look far too innocent over here, figured I’d work on corrupting you a bit more.

She rolled her eyes, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.

His hands smoothed down her body, his fingers stopping at her hips, the tips digging into her flesh.

She groaned, her own hands pushing their way into his hair. “Taron, I swear to god you will be the death of me.”

“For your sake, I hope so,” He swooped up, his lips capturing hers.

She loved it when he kissed her. Her entire body tingled, waiting eagerly for his next move. He pulled on her bottom lip with his teeth, eliciting a soft moan from her body.

“There it is,” He muttered, his tongue pushing into her mouth, taking full control of their actions.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer to her body.

His fingers never left her hips as he gently inched her closer to the edge of the couch. She smiled against him before pulling away quickly as his fingers slipped into her shorts. His green eyes bore into her, her body igniting.

“Damn girl, you’re wet,” His fingers brushed against her core through the thin material of her panties. “You’re making this far too easy for me.”

“I’m not trying to make it hard,” She squealed as he tugged on her shorts. She lifted her hips slightly and he removed the articles of clothing from her body. For some reason she felt very exposed. Maybe it was the way he was devouring her with his eyes, or the fact that she was half naked and that he was still wearing all of his clothing.

“This isn’t fair,” She whined.

He laughed from his position, still wedged between her knees. He gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. “Better,” He asked.

She nodded, reaching out to help him escape his pants. He stopped her, playfully slapping at her hands.

“Stop, we’ll get to that,” He tugged on her knees, pulling her legs up as he lowered himself closer to the ground.

She was on display for him and he licked his lips, ready and willing to savor all of her. He placed soft kisses along her inner thighs, feeling as she squirmed in anticipation. He continued to tease as he blew soft puffs of air on her sensitive nub.

“You better start sucking on that or….”

She failed to finish her sentence as his tongue pressed hard against her clit. Her back arched and her fingers tightened their hold on his hair. She tugged, wanting him closer. He licked up her slit, pulling the ball of nerves between his lips as he sucked. He could feel her vibrating, her thighs pressing against his ears as he continued his assault. He drove her close, but pulled away just as she was about to take the leap.

“What,” She once again started but stopped her words when he stood, shedding the last barrier between them.

She watched as he knelt in front of her once again. His mischievous grin broadening as he pushed her legs further apart. His hips touched hers as he leaned forward to press their lips together once more, allowing her to taste what he had so deliciously feasted on.

Her hands wrapped around his forearms, her body stilled as she waited for him to fill her to completion.

His tip hoovered at her entrance, “Baby, open your eyes.”

She fluttered them open, unaware that she had shut herself off from him.

With her gaze now locked onto him, he pushed, her walls tightening around his girth.

“Fuck” He uttered, the pleasurable feeling always staying his breath.

She reached behind him, her fingers digging into his ass, urging him to move. He obeyed, naturally finding the pace that worked for them both.

Sweat beads appeared on his forehead. One proceeding on a journey down the bridge of his nose as his head bent to watch his cock slide in and out of her. He loved the way she looked, sprawled out in front of him, her body wanting to be with his as much as he wanted to be with hers. He quickened the pace, knowing that she would be begging for it at any moment. As on que, she smiled, her lips disappearing between her teeth. He moved faster, pushing into her harder, wanting to hear her mewl only for him.

He felt her clench. He pushed himself harder. He was starting to tire, and he could see her body begin to grow limp, but he pushed even harder. Their rhythm was fast, the sound of skin slapping skin was enticing, urging them to keep going.

Her stomach knotted, she was ready to explode. Her walls hugged him tightly, letting her know that she could let go. Her back arched again, allowing him to hit right were she needed him too. That was all it took and she shook as he kept the pace steady, his own release following close behind.

He slowed, in and out and in and out, riding them down from their wonderous high.

Her breathing was ragged, her arms resting at her sides. He stopped. Her eyes met his and she sat up. This time her lips were on his. She pulled him down as they both collapsed on the couch. Their hearts beat together as their bodies slowly returned back to normal.

“I think I like singing practice. I should be here more often for that,” She kissed the tip of his nose.

“If it ends like that every time, then fucking yes!!”

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Six Months - Smutty Wednesday

A Taron Egerton FanFiction - By JamieMac

Warnings: Smut (Obviously)

She sighed, plastering a smile on her face as he took her hand. It was their sixth month anniversary. Six wonderful months of being Taron’s girlfriend and what do they do to celebrate? Movie premiere. Bright camera lights and hundreds of screaming fans was how she was going to spend this supposedly romantic evening. She had planned on having him all to herself, but he, however, had other plans for their evening. She allowed him to take her hand, and she gave him a gentle squeeze back. She lifted her eyes, catching the soft smile that graced his beautiful face. Her heart fluttered slightly and she followed close behind him onto the red carpet. Shouts and flashes bombarded her and she mustered up her best acting skills. They posed for photo after photo and she stood off to the side, waiting patiently as he charmed one interviewer after another. They finally slipped inside the solitude of the dark theatre, taking their seats towards the back. She inched closer to him, her thigh pressing against his.

“You look stunning tonight love,” He leaned over, his husky voice quiet.

She turned her head, her lips grazing his smooth cheek, “You’re looking very handsome yourself.” She glanced around the room, the seats slowly filling up, “Have I told you how proud of you I am?” She whispered, her attention turning back to the man she loved.

He nodded, taking her hand in his, lacing their fingers together. His body next to hers, her hand encompassed in his, despite the growing crowd, she felt as if they were the only two in the room.

The room darkened and the movie started. He had filmed this long before they had gotten together and when he had tried to explain to her what to expect, she had politely told him to stop. He had warned her of one thing, the sex scene. She remembered vividly the first time she had seen him naked, so sitting in a dark room full of strangers, all watching him undress, excited her to some extent.

Halfway through the film and the erotic scene filled the large screen. She shifted in her seat, careful not to draw his attention. His hand wrapped around her fingers tighter and she glanced over, watching as he licked his lips. The character on the screen slowly kissed his romantic interest, and the flickering lights from the screen highlighted the slight tinge of his cheeks. She glanced down, her grin widening, the crotch of his pants was pulled taunt, a bulge becoming evident.  The Taron onscreen let out a quiet moan as his lover moved out of shot and Y/N took the opportunity to run her hand up his thigh. He glanced down at her fingers and placed his own hand on top of hers, halting her process.

“Don’t start what we can’t finish,” He hissed.

She smirked, keeping her hand in place but giving his firm muscle a tight squeeze.

As the passion in the scene continued, her stomach twisted. She felt a twinge of jealousy at someone else touching Taron the way she did but at the same time, her abdomen burned with a spark of pleasure, turned on by watching someone else touch him. She shifted again, glad for once that she was wearing a dress, her legs hidden from view as she clenched them together tighter. Her eyes scanned the space, hoping that all eyes were glued to the screen, but was sadly disappointed when she noticed several heads turn, curious as to Taron’s reaction of watching himself have sex on screen.

She exhaled the breath she had been holding as the scene ended and felt him relax next to her. She giggled, the last few minutes playing over in her head. She leaned into him, her lips near his ear, “I guess watching you make out and have sex with someone else gets me all hot and bothered.”

His head turned quickly, looking at her. His lips were pursed together and she raised her eyebrows at him, the devilish grin on her face growing broader.

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He pushed open the hotel room door, holding it in place as she slipped under his arm. A large vase of roses sat on the table in the middle of the space, a small box sat next to it. Y/N glanced over at Taron. He was casualing leaning against the wall, his eyes locked onto her.

“Six whole months,” She inched her way towards him, “And we have this entire room all to ourselves.”

He laughed, rolling his eyes as she stood in front of him, “You make it sound like we’re staying here for six months.” He gasped slightly as she pressed her body into his.

“Well if we’ve only got one night,” She sank down to her knees, her eyes looking back up to his face. She licked her lips, a sly smile growing, “I wonder what I can do to help us celebrate half a year together?” Her fingers reached for his belt, tugging at it. The metal clanked and she popped the button of his slacks open. She felt him go lax, the wall holding his body upright. The bulge had grown, the material strained. She slid the zipper down, gripping the fabric and yanking the pants towards the ground. His boxer briefs hid nothing, and she reached for him, palming him through the thin barrier.

“You don’t have to….” His voice was gruff.

“I want to. I had to watch as another woman made you moan, now it’s my turn,” She snapped the waistband of his underwear, causing him to look down at her. She giggled, helping him out of the final layer of clothing. His stiff cock sprang free and she felt her mouth start to salivate. She slipped her hands up his shirt, her nails running along the firm muscles of his abs, before taking his dick in her hands. She glanced up at him quickly. His eyes were clenched shut and his head was resting against the wall. She said nothing more as she wrapped her lips around him.

“Fuck baby,” He moaned, his back arching happily, “You know that it wasn’t real.”

One hand of his hands gripped her hair and she smiled, hallowing her cheeks for a tighter feeling, sucking fiercely at the tip. Her tongue swirled over the slit, and she relished in the taste of his precum, as the salty and sweet flavor soaked into her tastebuds. The constant noises that he was making fueled on her movements, making her suck harder for his ongoing pleasure. “How is this for real?”

“Don’t stop Y/N…” He managed to gasp out.

She complied, bobbing her head along his length, tracing the pulsing vein on the underside with her tongue. She circled his entire length, burying her nose in the dark hairs at the base to fully take in his flavor. She tried not to gag at his girth, the tip tapping at the back of her throat.

“Fuck me….”

She pulled away with a pop, getting to her feet. Her nose nudge his cheek and he stooped, capturing her lips with his. His arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her off the ground. He carried them to the bed, tossing her lithe body onto the soft mattress.

“Now it’s my turn.”

She laid back, her legs open, her stomach swirling as she watched him crawl to her. His hands slid up her bare legs, pushing the silky fabric of her dress past her knees, bunching it up near her waist. Her panties were wet at her core, clear evidence of what the night had done to her.

“Damn girl, you’re so wet for me,” He grinned, his fingers on her thighs, rubbing small circles as they inched their way towards her center. His thumb pressed against her covered clit and she moaned audibly, the sensation all she had been thinking about.

“Taron, I need you in me…. Now,” She croaked, hoping that he would appease her aching need.

He scrunched his nose, keeping a watchful eye on her face as his fingers slipped beneath the thin barrier. She gasped as two fingers were pushed inside, her head hitting the pillows as she thrust her hips up to match him.

Taron’s lips found hers again, and as his fingers worked swiftly, his mouth took control, forcing his tongue in. The two domineering feelings sent her into a sense of euphoria, and she felt her walls clench around his nimble fingers.

“Wait…” She pushed at his hand gently, “Taron please…..”

He pulled away, slipping his fingers under the elastic of her underwear and with a lift of her hips, tossed them from her body. His shirt and jacket soon hit the floor as well, and he replaced his weight on top of hers.

“Is this what you want?”

She could only nod, her eyes closed in anticipation. She gripped his arms as he pushed his way in, filling her to complete satisfaction. Her back arched for a better angle and he slowly started a pleasure filled rhythm. Her legs wrapped around his torso, heels digging into his back as she urged him to go faster. He compiled but after a short moment stopped. A quizzical look crossed her face before she let out a squeal as he rolled them over.

“This is better,” He was beneath her, his body stretched out, waiting for her to start back up again. She started to move, up and down slowly, a whole new set of tingling racked her body, the sense of being in control fueling her drive. She started to bounce faster, his hands on her hips, helping to guide her.

Taron enjoyed this sight, her breasts bouncing with the constant thrusts, her head thrown back in pure ecstasy. He even watched as his cock slid in and out of her quickly, slick and coated in their arousal. The sight of her riding him made him even harder, his length pulsing and twitching against her walls.

He bent his knees, his feet digging into the covers as he thrust up into her quickly. His hands on her ass, keeping her still, as it was his turn to please. She mewled his name loudly, not caring if the walls were thin. Her mind was focused, lost on the way his tip hit her g-spot every time he pushed into her. The knot that had been forming was quickly unraveling and she knew that she was getting close.

Taron’s mouth was watering. The clapping of sweaty skin filled the space. His motions started to grow sloppy, messier as he approached his orgasm. He looked at her, the all too familiar tell written all over her features. He pulled her down for one final kiss, knowing that he was nearing the end. His cock twitched as her walls gripped around him. The moaning and groaning was muffled by the pressure of their lips locked together. His thrusting eased as their worlds exploded. Hot bodies tangled together as they their ragged breathing was mixed with pants of pleasure. Her walls constricted, milking him of every last drop. Her body collapsed, her chest pressed to his. His arms held her, waiting for their worlds to stop spinning.

“I love you,” She whispered, her breath hot against his cheek.

He turned, his lips finding hers once again. The kiss was slow, filled with passion and adoration. “I love you too. Happy anniversary baby.”

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Secret Rendezvous - Smutty Wednesday

A Taron Egerton Fanfiction - By JamieMac

Warnings: Smut (Obviously)

He walked by her, again. The orange spandex stretched tight across his body. The red sparkles catching the sunlight, adding to the entire effect. She raised the book in her hands higher, blocking his body from her view. That only seemed to work for a matter of seconds, for as he walked by her again, her eyes were drawn to the tight fabric accentuating the bulge between his legs. She closed her eyes, dropping her head, as she tried to contain the tight feeling that was starting to build in her stomach.

He, however, was relentless, determined to get her to glance at him, to flaunt what she couldn’t touch. He pulled off the rose colored, heart shaped sunglasses, and removed the orange jacket that covered his chest. He listened as he was given a few additional directions before he found himself walking past her once again.

“Taron,” She hissed his direction.

He turned to look at her. She squirmed under his stare, and he smirked at the look of annoyance she gave him, “Yes love?”

“Will you stop,” She stood up, walking over towards him.

He stood up straighter. He kept his arms at his sides, though he itched to reach out to her, to pull her flush to his body. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” His eyes scanned her face, watching as her eyes flicked down, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink.

“You know very well what I’m talking about,” She stood close, yet left a space between their heated bodies. “You’re driving me crazy,” She wanted to touch him, to run her hands through is hair, along his biceps, down his toned abs, but she remained in her place, hands itching at her sides.

“I’m just working sweetheart, I’m not sure what else you would like me to do,” He smirked, as she shook her head.

“Oh….” She stepped closer, their chests bumping together, “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

His tongue darted from between his lips, the skin glistening in its wake, “Am I turning you on my dear?”

Her eyes fluttered closed, her body pressing into his. She took a deep breath, the scent of him stirring the sensation in her lower abdomen into a crazy flutter. She nodded her head slowly, unable to contain herself anymore.

His hands slid up her arms, relishing in the gooseflesh that appeared on her skin with his simple touch.

She groaned in frustration as his warmth left her body. She lifted her eyes to his face, his eyes were darting around, worried that someone would catch on.

“Come with me,” He beaconed for her to follow him as he turned, making his way towards the row of white trailers.

She followed, her own curiosity about onlookers, creating a new stirring of excitement within her. It’s not that they didn’t want anyone to know about their sexual rendezvous but sneaking around heightened the tension between them. She jogged to catch up, trying to keep her nerves in check, and her movements casual. She watched as he ducked into his own trailer, and she glanced around once more, before disappearing into the space with him.

He swept her up in his arms as soon as the door was shut, locking them safely in their own lust filled paradise. His mouth latched onto hers, quickly forcing her lips apart, deepening the pressure. She laced her fingers together at the base of his neck, his soft strands tickled her skin, making her smile into his heated kiss.

He had control and he relished the feeling of being able to dominate the situation. He wrapped his arms around, his hands sliding down as he gripped the backs of her thighs. He lifted her with ease, her long legs wrapping around his hips, her core grinding into him. He placed her on the counter, pulling away long enough for his deft fingers to unhook each button of her shirt.

“In a hurry, are we,” She grinned, watching him quickly discard her articles of clothing.

His lips pressed to her collarbone, sucking slightly, hoping to create a faint mark. “I have to be back on set in a bit...time isn’t in our favor at the moment.”

She hooked her finger through one of the orange straps at his shoulder, sliding it slowly down his arm, “Well then, we better peal this spandex off of you.”

“Hey, I thought you like the outfit?”

“I would like it better on the floor,” She winked at him as he hurried to rid his body of the remaining stretchy fabric.

She licked her lips in anticipation as she popped the buttons of her shorts. She lifted her hips as he gripped the waistband and pulled them down her legs. He knelt in front of her, one of her legs propped on his shoulder. He glanced up at her as he moved her panties to the side, his tongue darting out, licking a path up her slit. She sucked in a quick breath, as her fingers grasped for his hair. He engulfed her clit, his tongue swirling around it, creating a pulsing through her entire body. She leaned backwards, her back hitting the small sink, her hands reaching for anything steady. She yelped when two fingers slid into her, and he stood, finding her mouth. She tasted herself on his lips and the pulsing turned into shockwaves.

He enjoyed seeing her squirm under his power, but he wanted her and he needed to be inside of her. He removed his fingers, bringing them up between their faces. He flicked his tongue across his digits, lapping at the juices that coated them. He took pleasure in her moans and he knew that she wanted him just as much.

“Taron,” She gripped his shoulder as she wiggled free of her soaked underwear.

He freed himself, his cock standing at attention. Her legs opened for him and he stepped in the middle of them. She pulled his head towards her, her lips soft but demanding. He slipped into her, his entire girth filling her completely. Their kisses continued, becoming more feverish as his thrusts gained intensity.

She wrapped her legs around him, wanting him to fill her completely. She wanted to meet each stroke, wanting him to go deeper. She dug her heels into his thighs, wanting him to pick up the pace. Sweat glistened on his forehead and she smothered his face with passionate kisses. Her core twisted, the stirrings whipped into a wild frenzy. She felt herself tighten around him.

He continued his onslaught, his movements losing their precision as he reached his own peak. He felt her walls clench and knew that she was nearing her own edge, but he continued, slamming into her again and again. Their movements were rocking their surroundings slightly, any passerby would be suspicious of what activities were being harbored within its walls. He smothered her cries with his own, their tongues as frenzied as their movements.

As her body stilled, she felt him lift her from the counter, moving both of their tired bodies to the plush sofa. He stretched out under her, their chests heaving as their hearts calmed to a normal rhythm. She traced her fingers along his body, up and down his arm, feeling each muscles. She travelled down, moving between the peaks and valleys of his abs. She shifted her weight, her legs straddling one of his thick thighs. She pressed her body down, her core grinding into the firm muscle.

His hands steadied her as she moved. Her own thighs clenched around him as she moved her hips in slow circles. Her hands were flat on his chest, keeping herself upright. He watched as her eyelids fluttered closed, her back arching as she neared her second climax. He gripped her hips, helping her increase the pace, the slow cadence quickly turned into a frantic tempo. She stilled, her legs clamped his thigh tight and he could see her body shake as the orgasm rocked her entire being.

She allowed her body to fall softly, his arms cradling her as she rested against his chest. She felt him press soft kisses to her temple and she listened to his heartbeat slow. “This sneaking around thing really works for us,” She giggled at the memory of all their past secret escapades.

A loud knock caused them both to jump, a voice telling Taron that he was needed back on set.

He laughed. They had once again almost been caught and he knew it was only a matter of time before they were found out. He helped her to her feet before proceeded to yank the slick material back up his body. He wiggled and pulled, finally managing to be fully clad in the orange spandex once again.

She licked her lips, her smirk giving all of her thoughts away. She reached out for him, her hands grasping him gently. He watched as she adjusted him, the bulge prominent but back to being properly positioned. “Till next time,” She slapped his ass as he shook his head, the door shutting softly behind him.

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Movin’ On - Chapter Nineteen

Movin’ On - By JamieMac

Description: A relationship is made up of moments. Moments that span days and years, spaces of time. Y/N had been with Harrison Osterfield for 10 years, but after a horrific argument they break up. She finds herself reminiscing, about all the good times they had together and all of the bad times that they went though… she starts to see the pieces that fell - what she once thought was the perfect puzzle, every piece in its place, turned out to be a facade, one big jumbled up mess with nothing but patches in place of the missing pieces.

She shuffled her feet, fighting the raging nerves that ravaged her body. She adjusted the pizza box into her other hand, as her newly freed fingers pressed the doorbell. She closed her eyes, listening for the sounds of life. The familiar squeak of the front door resonated in her ears and she popped her eyes open, his soft brown orbs shining back at her.

“Hey, I wasn’t expecting you to come over tonight,” He smirked at her, his face lighting up as he moved to the side, allowing her to squeeze past him.

“I know,” She waifed the box under his nose, her own stomach rumbling with the savory aroma. “I brought food, company and great conversation,” She grinned back at him as she walked towards the kitchen.

“I will never say no to pizza and beer,” Tom took the box from her hands, following her further into his house.

“And what about my great company and riveting conversation?”

He laughed as she mocked annoyance, “I couldn’t live without it!”

“Now that’s better,” She wrapped his arms around him, unable to keep her cool. She heard the box hit the counter and felt his arms tighten around her shoulders. He pulled her closer, his own body having craved her touch. She pulled away after a few moments, shaking her head to clear her mind, getting back into the topic of the night, “How as your meet up with Harrison yesterday,” She grabbed plates from the cupboard, handing him one.

“Oh my god Y/N, it was amazing! I mean it was just like old times, like it hasn’t been years since we’ve hung out, like time hasn’t passed at all,” Tom’s hand were animated as he recounted the events of his time spent with is old friend. Y/N watched him with adoration, thrilled to see the way his face lit up. She watched as the corners of his mouth would twitch with each happy memory. She watched as his shiny brown eyes moved back and forth across her face, watching for her reaction. She smiled, she couldn’t help it. His enthusiasm was infectious and in the moment she wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

“Has he tried contacting you yet,” Tom popped the cap off two bottles, giving her one before taking a swig of his own.

She shook her head, realizing that he had stopped his storytelling and had directed his attention back to her, “Well, ummmm...” She hesitated in her answer, but figured blurting it out would be the best course, “He actually got a hold of me first. He showed up outside the studio the other night and we went for dinner. He wanted to talk, to apologize for everything. He explained his reasons for losing contact with you, for his jealousy, for…. Well just everything I guess.”

“What? Why didn’t you say something,” Tom stilled, pizza halfway to his mouth.

She giggled, “I wanted to tell you face to face. This wasn’t exactly a conversation I wanted to have over the phone.”

“So are you two, ya know, okay now? I mean, have you forgiven him?”

She nodded, “For the most part, yes, I think that we are. I’ve held onto all the negatives surrounding him for so long and it’s exhausting. I needed to let go of it all, to go back to remembering all of the good times we had together. There are so many wonderful memories and before all of that, before it all got so complicated, we were friends, great friends even and I missed that. I missed him.”

Tom was quiet for a few moments, slowly chewing his food. His eyes met hers and he spit out the question burning his tongue, “So does this mean that you’re going to go back to him?”

“No....” She shook her head slowly, “I want to completely forgive him, I do but that doesn’t mean that I want to go back to being with him. Tom, we tried it….for ten years and if we couldn’t make it work after that long of a time, then it was never going to work. I can honestly say that ship has sailed, there isn’t anything left for me to go back to.”

“But, well...I figured... I mean, you still love him, don’t you?”

She sat down, her elbows resting on the cool marble, “I mean, yes, a part of me will always love Harrison. A part of my heart will always belong to him, but I haven’t been in love with Harrison in years. Honestly Tom, I’m not sure I was ever truly in love with him.”

Tom was quiet, allowing her words to sink in. “But I thought… I mean does he know this?”

“Yeah,” She nodded her head, her eyes studying Tom’s face, “We discussed it. If you’re worried that he’s here to try and get me back, don’t worry because he isn’t, in fact he….” Her words trailed off.

“What? In fact what…?”

“Ya know, it isn’t telling someone that you’ve been with for so long that….”

“Y/N, stop trying to change the subject! What did he say?”

She sighed, this was the part that she was scared of, “He told me that I should give you a chance, that we should be together.”

Tom looked at her, wondering for a moment if he was only just dreaming.

His silence frightened her, all of her worst thoughts pushing themselves forward. She closed her eyes momentarily, forcing herself to continue, “Tom…” She snapped her fingers, bringing him back to the room with her.

“Sorry, but did you say that you want to be with me?”

She rolled her eyes, “Well those weren’t the actual words that I said, but yes, that’s the gist of it.” She reached across the counter, her hands were shaking as she looped his fingers with hers, “Look, I think that we’ve both known for quite some time that there is something between us, something stronger than just a friendship. We feel it with every touch, with every small kiss, with every moment that is shared and I think that I’m finally ready.”

“So you’re saying….”

Y/N chuckled, “I’m saying that maybe it has always been you.” She had blurted it out, a weight feeling as if it had been lifted. She kept her eyes glued to his face, waiting….

“Wait, did you say that it was Harrison who told you to give me a chance,” Tom stood up straight, his body leaning away from the counter.

She nodded her head slowly, “He said that we, you and me, were always the ones meant to be together and me being with Harrison has just delayed what should have always been.”

“He mentioned none of this to me,” Tom pinched his nose in concentration, “Why wouldn’t he tell me any of this?”

“I’m pretty sure he felt that he no longer wanted to interfere, that he wanted me to make the right choice and that I needed to do what I knew to be the right thing for me. If he had told you all of this…”

Her words were silenced by his lips pressing against hers. She stood stock still, shock keeping her frozen until her brain registered what was taking place. The warmth from his body brought her to reality and she found herself wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his soft curls. He deepened the intensity, his tongue dragging along her bottom lip and she gladly parted them, allowing him full control. Their tongues danced together, as if they were long time partners, never missing a step.  He pulled her closer, the heat between them increasing dramatically. She wanted more of him, all of him, but her brain screamed at her to pull away. She closed her eyes and detached her lips from his. When her eyelids fluttered open, her chest heaving from the passion and lack of air, he was searching her face for a reason. She planted a soft kiss on his mouth before leaning her head on his chest.

“Are you okay,” His hand smoothed circles on her back, the motion comforting and peaceful.

She nodded against him, “I’m fine, just,” She pulled back, looking at him again, “It’s been ten years Tom, and I want all of you but I don’t want to do something that we’ll both regret later. We have time.”

He hugged her to him, “All the time in the world.”

“We have a pizza to finish and I’m pretty sure that a movie is calling our name.”

He grabbed the food as she picked up the bottles and they flopped down on the couch, their bodies touching, neither wanting to give the other any space.

“So...does this mean that you’re going to move back in?”

She glanced at him, a smirk gracing her lips, “Eventually but not in the spare room.”

He laughed, “Good, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

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She looked over at him. The dim light in the room cast beautiful shadows across his face. His hands were resting on her legs, as her legs were propped up in his lap. Cocooned in a blanket, she snuggled deeper into the couch, and she felt his hands run comfortably up and down her lower body. She smiled softly, feeling at peace. A peace that she hadn’t felt in years. A peace that told her that everything would finally work out the way it was always meant to. Her smile grew when his handsome face turned to look at her.

“What,” He questioned.

She giggled, “Nothing. This is just perfect.”

He reached for her hands and she gladly allowed him to pull her into his lap, “I’ve wanted to be able to do this for so long. I’ve wanted to have you to myself, to be able to kiss you, to be able to hold you, to be able to fall asleep wrapped up in your arms.”

She leaned forward, silencing him with a soft kiss, “I’m all yours Tom, a part of me has always been yours.”

His arms were around her again, holding her tight. Her head rested on his shoulder as the movie played on. Two souls, always destined for one another.

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Movin’ On - Chapter Eighteen: Year Nine

Movin’ On - By JamieMac

Description: A relationship is made up of moments. Moments that span days and years, spaces of time. Y/N had been with Harrison Osterfield for 10 years, but after a horrific argument they break up. She finds herself reminiscing, about all the good times they had together and all of the bad times that they went though… she starts to see the pieces that fell - what she once thought was the perfect puzzle, every piece in its place, turned out to be a facade, one big jumbled up mess with nothing but patches in place of the missing pieces.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Harrison chucked the script across the room, disgusted at what he was reading.

Y/N looked up from her laptop, “What’s wrong?”

“They have the nerve to kill me off,” Harrison huffed, digging his phone from his pocket. “They can’t kill me off, I’m the entire show.”

She looked to the spot where the thrown script lay, still, pages bent haphazardly. She listened as he furiously tapped at the screen of his phone, no doubt calling his agent. His voice dripped with venom as he ripped into the poor, unsuspecting man on the other end, and all she could do was let out a small sigh. She’d been hearing rumors, about how Harrison’s ego had gotten a bit too large, rumors that apparently held a value of truth. Rumors about how he’d started making demands on set that were beyond his fragile standing and how he’d made several of his co-stars uncomfortable with his newly formed diva act. She rolled her eyes as his anger hit a peak and he started pacing the room, profanities falling from his lips in a stream of incoherent screeches. She pushed herself up off the couch, padding quietly down the hall to their bedroom. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with the tantrum, for it was just one more in a string of spoiled-like behavior.

She set her laptop down on the desk, her eyes scanning out across the white sand as it touched the deep blue of the ocean. The sun was setting, disappearing behind the smooth surface of the water. The sky was hued a beautiful fire orange, flashed with stripes of pink and she couldn’t help but smile at the marvelous display of nature. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath, relishing the quiet moments before the storm that was destined to swallow her whole. She had grown to love this house, love the view she was blessed to wake up to every morning. She loved the sound as the waves hit the beach and how the sky almost seemed calm in the early morning rays of light. She wondered what was going to be next for her, well her and Harrison. This job of his, this role, had been a huge break for him, one that he had needed. One that she now feared had gone to his head. She flipped on the TV, trying to calm her raging mind, and Tom’s familiar face greeted her. She couldn’t stop the smile from forming, as he struck a chord in her heart with his peaceful voice.

She stood still, listening to him promote his newest film. Another blockbuster, sure to rake in the millions. Not only in dollars and pounds but also in his ever growing fanbase. This film would lead to another, which would in turn open yet one more door. She was about to change the channel, her worry that Harrison would come in an ever growing concern, when the door flew open and his piercing blue eyes locked on to his old friend’s face.

“Seriously,” Harrison bellowed, “I’m going through a crisis and you’re in here listening to Tom brag about how amazing he is and how everyone wants to hire him.”

Y/N shook her head, Harrison’s venous words stinging her ears. She was normally very patient with him, practiced in keeping her anger in check, but as he flipped off the TV, she couldn’t stop from seeing red. “How dare you,” She hissed at him, “You know none of what you just said to be true, so why are you acting like such a spoiled brat right now.”

He waved her off, heading towards their large ensuite, “Don’t even try and defend him Y/N, I’ve had enough for tonight.”

“Tom doesn’t need me to defend him but you sure as hell need a reality check. Do you think that maybe you being written off the show is your doing?” She was seething, her blood at a tipping point.

He poked his head out from the bathroom, his hair a mess, curls stuck in all directions. He narrowed his eyes, focusing in on her, “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I? Look Harrison, you may have you head stuck in the clouds, but down here on earth, I’ve been pretty damn perceptive as to how your behaviour has drastically changed over the last few months. You have gotten far too egotistical for your own good. You have not yet earned that right, hell, no one should ever earn that right,” She crossed her arms, foot tapping in defiance.

“I’m not doing this with you tonight,” Harrison slammed the door, locking her and her mood out.

She knew that he needed support, and attacking him while he was down was not the answer. Yet, she couldn’t help herself as his digs at Tom were becoming increasingly common place. She hated that even after all these years, Harrison still couldn’t let things of the past go. She often wondered what exactly had lead to their demise, but whatever it could have been, it should have been squashed long ago. She huffed out of the room, leaving the brooding boy to get over his anger on his own.

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She strolled down the long, flat strip of sand, her feet grazing the water. She brushed a stray tear from her cheek as she blinked at the nearly vanished sun. She hated fighting with Harrison, but their fights seemed to be more commonplace than a rarity nowadays and she yearned for the time when stresses of life did not interfere. She knew that her hours at work had to pick up, for she needed to keep their roof over their heads. He’d try and find another job, another gig that was superior to this one but she knew that he’d be picky now. He’d tasted the fame and now he craved it. Caving, she pulled out her phone. It was late in England, at least she was assuming he was there, far too late for a phone call of this caliber, but she needed to talk to him.

She listened to the ringing, one after another after another and feared that he wouldn’t pick up. She’d readied herself to leave a simple voicemail, as to not alarm him, when his raspy, sleep-filled voice answered.

“Hey,” He mumbled, his voice soothing her.

“I woke you up didn’t I? Tom I’m so sorry,” She allowed the apology to spill from her lips, knowing that he was never bothered by her phone calls.

“No no, love, it’s fine. What’s on your mind?”

“Harrison,” She breathed his name, “He’s lost his job.”

“What? The one with HBO? How,” Questions tumbled from his mouth.

“How does anyone lose a job? From what I’ve been hearing, he’s become increasingly difficult to work with,” She dug her toe into the sand.

“Hmmmm,” His voice reverberated through her body, “I’ve been hearing the same murmurings but I was hoping that they weren’t true.”

She scoffed, “When are those rumors never not true?”

“Good point. How did they do it?”

“They’re killing his character off. I didn’t read it but from his reaction, I’m guessing that it won’t be a pretty scene,” She continued walking, moving further from the drama that awaited her.

“So he is not taking it well,” Tom questioned.

“Nope. He’s yelled at me and managed to throw you under the bus all in one quick swoop.”

“I’d rather him take it out on me than you,” Tom’s voice grew quiet, “You remember the promise that you made me?”

Y/N nodded, knowing he couldn’t see, as she played back the words spoken not so long ago. “I remember and I stick to it Tom, but I have to stay for now.”

“Y/N you don’t have to do anything. This isn’t your mess to clean up, this is his.”

“I know, but I can’t just leave him. He’s been knocked down, kicking him now won’t fix anything.”

Tom sighed, resigning to the fact that she was right, “Just get yourself out before you are in far too deep.”

“Nine years Tom, that’s pretty damn in over my head, don’t ya think,” She picked up a shell, the smooth surface shone in the fading light.

“You know what I mean Y/N. I just want you home where I know that you’re safe and that someone can take care of you for once,” Tom’s words were soft.

She could feel the tears welling up again, and forced her voice to remain steady, “I promise you Tom.”

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She pushed the scripts to the side, the counter cluttered with nothing but paper. “Is there anything promising in all of this,” She turned to face Harrison, the question having been at the forefront of her mind. “It’s been six months, there has to be something you like.”

He shook his head, his eyes never leaving the laptop screen perched on his lap, “They’re all bit parts. I can’t take something that’s so clearly beneath me.”

She rolled her eyes, “Harrison….” She stopped as his eyes picked up to meet hers.

“I need the credit card. There’s a big party this weekend and we need to look the part. There are supposed to be some bigwigs there and this might be my chance.”

“Why wouldn’t the last outfit you bought work,” She furrowed her brow.

“I can’t be caught in the same thing twice, I have a reputation to uphold,” He blinked at her, bewildered that she’d even be questioning him.

“Fine, but I can’t go with you,” She pulled her wallet from her purse.

“You have to go,” He stood, moving towards the kitchen.

She extracted the small piece of plastic, placing it into his open palm, “I have to work this weekend, so you’ll have to go without me.”

“You expect me to go to a party like this alone?”

“If you want new clothes, yes.”

Harrison blinked after her retreating form, his ears starting to burn with the building frustrations. “You’re always working,” He shouted.

“Someone has to pay the bills and you’re too fucking stubborn to take a job,” She bellowed back, her own anger boiling over.

“Another big part will come along,” His voice growing to match hers.

Her face appeared in the hallway, “So what do you expect me to do until then?”

“Be patient!”

“I’m done being patient Harrison, I want you to do something about it now.”

“What, like pack it all in and go home,” He slowly moved towards her, each step deliberate.

She sighed. Giving it all up and moving back to London wasn’t the answer and she knew it. She rolled her eyes, “No...that’s not what I’m saying. I just, I just don’t want to be the only one keeping us afloat, that’s all.”

He took her hands gently in his, “I promise you that I’ll get something soon. I can feel it Y/N, the next big break is just around the corner.”

She leaned up on her toes, pressing her lips softly to his, “I know Harrison, I know.” She wrapped her arms around his trim waist, her head resting on his shoulder. She just needed to trust him and be patient. Good things were bound to happen for them both.

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Movin’ On - Chapter Seventeen

Movin’ On - By JamieMac

Description: A relationship is made up of moments. Moments that span days and years, spaces of time. Y/N had been with Harrison Osterfield for 10 years, but after a horrific argument they break up. She finds herself reminiscing, about all the good times they had together and all of the bad times that they went though… she starts to see the pieces that fell - what she once thought was the perfect puzzle, every piece in its place, turned out to be a facade, one big jumbled up mess with nothing but patches in place of the missing pieces. 

They sat across from one another. The booth that surrounded them offered a comforting, familiar atmosphere. Y/N wasn’t hungry, but she needed something, something warm that she could focus on. She studied his movements. His hands clutched the vinyl menu, his eyes darting back and forth over the pages. She knew that he was stalling, for he knew the cafe’s offerings by heart, but she allowed him time to gather his thoughts. The waitress was kind and patient as Harrison asked question after question, each one simply used as an additional tactic to give himself more time. He finally opted for his usual dish, the same one he would get everytime they frequented this quaint little space and Y/N just rolled her eyes at absurdity of it all. As the waitress turned her attention towards Y/N, she ordered a simple cup of black coffee. Harrison eyed her quizzically and she answered his silent question with a half-hearted shrug.  

The smell of the food tickled her nose and made her not hungry stomach, grumble in protest. Harrison picked up his fork, his eyes meeting hers, “Are you sure that you’re not hungry, you can have some of mine.”

She shook her head, though she very much wanted to nod instead, “I’m okay.” Her hands drummed against the ceramic mug, her patience starting to wane a bit. “So, ummmm...you wanted to talk?”

His blue eyes bore into her. He knew that asking her to hear him out was expecting quite a lot, especially after he just walked away the last time they were in a room together. He’d regretted that decision but he had needed that moment, for it had allowed him to take the next crucial step. “I think that it’s time that I told you why Tom and I stopped being friends.”

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She sat and listened, absorbing everything that he had to tell her, the pieces of their life starting to finally make sense as she allowed each new vital tidbit to fall into its place. She kept her eyes on Harrison, watching each emotion flash across his face. She knew that all of this was difficult for him. He’d always been more of a closed book than an open one, but she’d always known that something was off. She just never would have guessed just how off the whole thing had been.

“If only I had admitted all of this sooner,” His voice drifted to a soft whisper and she had to lean forward to understand him.

Her fingers inched along the smooth surface of the table, wrapping around his hand for support, “It would have made the outcome of our lives so much different.”

He nodded his head, a grim smile appearing, “I am truly sorry Y/N. I really wanted to give you the life that you deserved but I failed in making that happen. I was way to caught up in what was wrong in mine.”

She sighed. As much as he had confessed to her, he was still missing one simple fact, “Haz, your life wasn’t wrong. I tried to get you to see that,” She tugged on his hand, forcing him to look at her. “Our life wasn’t perfect, but it was our life and I loved it. Did I enjoy every minute, no...but I was with you and that’s what mattered to me the most. I didn’t care about the big house or the fancy car or the luxuries that came with the fame, I just wanted to be with you. Had I known how much you were struggling, I could have made more of an effort to lessen my communication with Tom, like you’d ask. You were just so focused on what we didn’t have that you failed to notice that it was all slowly destroying us.”

Harrison stayed silent, his fingers drummed against hers. She could tell that he was thinking, formulating the correct words and phrases, yet at the same time, he was trying to tell her something he hadn’t even admitted to himself. “I think, well I know...that in the end, I forced you out of my life. It was easier for me to make you leave than to admit to you that I was wrong and watch you leave me for good. I fucked up so bad Y/N, with you and with Tom.”

A slight smile turned the corners of her mouth up. She was glad to hear him speak the truth to her and to hear him confess, but it did hurt her heart to know that all of this could have been avoided if he’d just been honest with her from the start. He’d hidden so many things. Secrets that tore relationships and friendships apart. She sighed, “Haz, I know that Tom will happily forgive you, actually he already has, he’s just left the ball in your court.”

He nodded, “I know that he will but I want to know if you’ll ever forgive me.”

She contemplated how she would answer, but she knew that in order to move on, she needed to put the last ten years behind her and forgive him for everything. “I can’t say that I’ll be okay right away, but I do forgive you. I’m also not going to say that we’ll be friends, but maybe someday we can be.”

He smiled, a real smile for the first time in a long time. “That is far more than I ever expected. I don’t deserve it, we both know that.”

She giggled softly, “That may be, but if we only got the things that we deserved, Harrison none of us would have nothing.”

He nodded, his smile growing, “There is one more thing I’d like to say…”

He tapered off and she waited, her foot tapping quietly under the table.

“I wanted to tell you that you and Tom...You two were the ones that were meant to be together and we’ve been delaying the inevitable for far too long.”

“Harrison…”

“You can’t be worried about my feelings or what I’m going to think. You spent ten long years being by my side, putting yourself and your happiness at bay for me and it’s time for you to get what you want. I know that you want Tom,” Harrison interjected, his hand tightening around hers.

“Harrison…”

“I know you Y/N and I know that the only reason you aren’t with Tom is because you’re afraid of hurting my feelings or causing me some sort of distress or you’re afraid of the backlash, whatever the reason, you need to stop.”

She took a deep breath, knowing everything he was saying was the truth. She’d been dragging her feet because of fear, fear of the unknown. She hadn’t know how Harirson would react or how the media would spin it. She wasn’t wanting to cause the two boys in her life, boys that each held a special place in her heart, anymore grief.

“You can’t be afraid to go for what you truly want,” His whispered words floated to her ears.

“Have you talked to him yet,” She asked him straight out, changing the topic back towards him.

He shook his head, “Honestly, I was focused on making amends with you, I didn’t want to stress myself out even more.” He took a bite of his food, taking the moment of silence to halt the conversation.

“You miss him Haz, I know that you do. You’re sitting here telling me to put myself first, to think of my happiness but you aren’t doing the same. We both need Tom in our lives, and he would be thrilled to hear from you,” She studied him, trying to judge what he was thinking.

“You think,” He asked.

“I know Harrison, I know. I’m the one that stayed in contact with him, remember, but what you didn’t know is that he asked about you all the time. Actually, he asked about you every time he called. Just pick up the phone and call him,” She nudged the phone towards him.

He watched her, “You want me to call him right now?”

“Yes, right now.”

He held the phone in his hand, “Same number.”

“Stop, just go out to my car and call him.”

With one last glance, he slid from the booth. She turned her head, keeping him in her line of sight as he made his way from the restaurant. She moved to the other side of the table, giving her the perfect advantage point. She could see the nervousness etched into his face and her stomach clenched in anticipation for him. She watched as a slight smile began to form. She knew Tom had answered the phone as the corners of Harrison’s mouth twitched and elation replaced the emotion on his features. As their conversation continued, her own smile grew. The emotional slideshow on Harrison’s face made her heart flutter, from elation, to hope, to pure joy. She knew that what had once seemed irreparable, now seemed completely fixable. The time that they had spent apart no longer seemed to matter. She knew that the boys would work things out, all forgiven and forgotten. She watched as Harrison hung up the phone, the small device barely visible from this distance. His head was back, resting on the headrest, his eyes closed. She smiled, releasing a deep sigh of relief. Her phone vibrated against the smooth wood of the table before her and she glanced down at it.

Tom: Hey. Harrison just called me. God, I wasn’t expecting that, but I’m so happy Y/N that he did. I’ve got so much to tell you when I get back. Just don’t shut him down completely when he comes to talk to you. I gotta get on this plane.. Damn, this day could not have been any better. -T

Her grin broadened as Harrison re-entered the restaurant, her mind swirling. As Haz sat back down across from her, the idea hit her full force. She knew exactly what she was going to do next.

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Against The Ropes - Smutty Wednesday

A Taron Egerton Fanfiction - By JamieMac

Warnings: Smut (Obviously)

Y/N stood in the doorway, watching. His toned arms glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. A look of pure concentration was on his face and as she watched him hit the bag over and over again, a slow burn started to grow. She took in a deep breath, clenching her ab muscles, keeping the sensation suppressed, or at least trying to. His feet danced around in a small circle, his biceps twitching with each anticipated move. His fists connected with the heavy object and she held her breath at the beauty of it all. He’d been working so hard, training for a new role, and she had to admit that she enjoyed taking full advantage of his new found strength.

She grinned slyly as she continued watching, keeping her presence unknown to him. He was so focused and she found that irresistibly sexy. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to keep quiet for much long, and as he wound down, his last round of punches hitting the target with a ferocity, she let out a small moan of pleasure.

His movements ceased and he turned his head in her direction. “Are you just going to stand there and stare at me all night?”

She laughed, nodding her head, “I’m quite enjoying the show, thank you.”

“Get over here and help me with these,” He held his hands out to her and she approached him.

Her tongue snaked its way out of her mouth, and she held it tightly with her teeth as she worked on untying the gloves. She pulled each one off, tossing them into the corner by this duffle bag. She held his hands in hers, feeling the calluses on his fingertips. She glanced behind him, the boxing ring catching her eye. “Taron….”

His eyes studied her face, turning his head to follow the path of her gaze. Seeing the structure that had caught her attention, he moved to face her, “What is going on in that head of yours? “There isn’t anyone around, is there?”

He shook his head, “Nope, gym is all ours. Why?”

She licked her lips as her eyes slowly traveled down his body. His under armour clung to his sculpted chest, the definition of his abs showing faintly. A pair of loose shorts hung low on his hips and she wanted to wrap her legs around his strong thighs. She brushed past him, approaching the platform. She leaned her back against it, beckoning him to come to her.

“The ring,” He questioned as he took a couple steps in her direction.

“We’re alone,” She pulled herself up, taking a seat on the edge, her back leaning against the ropes.

He moved to stand between her legs, his hands sliding up her thighs, disappearing beneath the skirt that she wore. Her hands grazed up his arms, feeling the taut muscles as her fingers smoothed over each one. She cupped his cheeks, pulling him towards her. A smile ghosted her lips as she pressed her mouth to his. He tasted salty and the mental images of him dancing around the ring created an unquenchable desire in her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he deepened their kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth. He took total control, knowing that she liked it. His hands slipped under her ass, giving her cheeks a squeeze. He moved higher, his fingers gripping the thin material of her panties. She pulled away, lifting slightly as he slipped them from her body. His brushed across her center before tossing the garment to the ground.

“Wow Y/N, if I would have known that me in boxing gloves got you this wet this fast, I would have had you come watch much sooner,” His cheeky grin made her groan.

She narrowed her eyes at him, “I can’t help it, you’re fucking hot. Now, get on your knees.”

“My, aren’t you quite demanding today,” He lifted her skirt, taking a quick glance at what treasures she had hidden.

“Seriously Taron, if you don’t start eating me out, like now, I’m going to leave,” She pretended to be angry at him.

He gwaffed, “Sure you are!” He grasped her chin with one hand, forcing her to look at him, while his free hand found its way to her hot center. She gasped as he slid through her folds, her fingers pulling at the fabric of his shirt. His grin was mischievous as he sank to his knees. He pushed the skirt up, towards her stomach, leaving her completely open to him. “Damn….”

His breath was hot and she squirmed with anticipation. He grasped her hips, sliding her body closer to the edge, closer to his mouth. She reached for his hair, running her fingers through the soft locks, as she clenched her hands into fists, locking the hair in a tight hold. He chuckled, a mere whisper from where she wanted him to be.

“You are quite eager for this, aren’t you,” He blew on her sensitive nub.

“Oh my god, will you stop teasing me,” She tried unsuccessfully to pull his face closer.

His long fingers traced soft circles on her inner thigh, inching closer and closer. She could not sit still, and her need only made his dominance over her that much more intriguing to him.

He flicked his tongue out, lightly hitting her clit and she arched her back into the ropes behind her. He loved how much she reacted to the simplest of his touches. He flicked again, followed by a quick puff of air. She moaned, the sound echoing through the empty gym. He lifted her legs, placing them on his shoulders, his elbows firmly planted on the mat in front of him. He latched on suddenly, pulling her into his mouth and sucking, hard. She yelped, her thighs squeezing around his head. He lapped up her slit, making sure every inch got attention. Between licking and sucking, flicking and puffing, he had her under his magical spell. She was flat on her back, clinging to the ropes above her. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was harshly labored. He knew she was nearing her edge, and he helped her along, pushing two fingers into her. She bucked her hips, matching each thrust with one of her own. One of her hands found her nipple through her shirt, her fingers pinching it to a sharp peak. She bit her lip, her tongue darting in and out of her mouth as she panted in time with their rhythm. His mouth sucked on her again, pulling her closer and closer to her limit. He felt her walls begin to pulse and he quickened his pace. Her hips were moving erratically as she neared her high and he flung his forearm across her lower abdomen, pinning her down to the mat. He moved his fingers faster and she screamed his name as her body went still, spent from the explosive orgasam.

He kissed her soft skin, allowing her time to regain her composure. He let her legs fall from his shoulders and he stood up, his body still planted between her legs. He pulled her skirt down, hiding her from the world. He reached for her hands and she gladly accepted them. He lifted her upper body towards him, wrapping his arms around her spent body. His lips found hers and she could taste herself on her lips, the stirring in her stomach starting to flutter again.

“That was… god Taron that was fucking amazing,” She giggled against his lips. “I think I need to come and visit you here more often.”

“I’m sure that there is more gym equipment that we could properly break in,” He lifted her from the ring, making sure she was steady on her feet before bending down to collect her underwear. He tucked her panties into his bag, before reaching out to grab her hand. He caught the quizzical look, “What, every athlete needs a trophy.”

She rolled her eyes, slapping his shoulder playfully, “Get me back to your place and I’ll give you a real trophy.”

She yelped as he picked her up, flinging her onto his shoulder, smacking her ass lightly as she squirmed in his arms.

“Well it’s only fair, after what I just gave you,” He flicked the lights off in the building, his eyes landing on the ring before he shut the door.

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Movin’ On - Chapter Sixteen: Year Eight

Movin’ On - By JamieMac

Description: A relationship is made up of moments. Moments that span days and years, spaces of time. Y/N had been with Harrison Osterfield for 10 years, but after a horrific argument they break up. She finds herself reminiscing, about all the good times they had together and all of the bad times that they went though… she starts to see the pieces that fell - what she once thought was the perfect puzzle, every piece in its place, turned out to be a facade, one big jumbled up mess with nothing but patches in place of the missing pieces.

She stood off to the side, watching as the camera flashes haloed Harrison in a beautiful glow. He was beaming, his smile extending from ear to ear. Everyone’s attention was focused on him as he walked down the long red carpet. The premiere of his first starring role had been hyped and Y/N hoped that this would finally be the break that he had been working so hard to achieve. He turned to face her, his arm extending out, his hand motioning for her to join him. She moved into the circle of light and Harrison’s arm wrapped around her waist protectively. He held her next to him, tightening is hold as the shouts from the photographers began to grow in intensity. She’d grown used to the attention over the years, but it was nice to hear them get it right as they shouted for them to look this way and that.

They finally ended their journey and entered the spacious lobby of the theater. Harrison couldn’t stop vibrating. His enthusiasm was infectious and she couldn’t help but share in his joy. He greeted his co-stars with hugs and heartfelt congratulations. As they waited for the film to start rolling, she gave his hand a loving squeeze, smiling at him as he turned his head.

“I’m so proud of you,” She leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear softly.

He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek as the room darkened.

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The buzz was remarkable and Harrison was busy as his phone was blown up on a daily basis. He was going to all kinds of auditions and it seemed as if his dreams were finally starting to come true.

Y/N walked into the house, tossing her belongings on the kitchen counter. The room was dark, the blinds closed and she noticed that it felt stuffy. She squinted, glancing around the space. She spotted his curled up figure in the corner of the couch at the far end of the room. She sighed softly, slipping off her heels so she could pad across the carpet in silence. “Harrison,” She whispered, unsure of what to expect.

“Hmmm,” He mumbled, his voice barely audible.

She sat down next to him, her hand placed gently on his back, “Babe, what’s going on?”

He pulled his phone out from beneath his arm, the bright screen illuminating the frown on his face, “Here.”

She took the device, her eyes adjusting. A news article was prominently displayed, Tom’s name plastered across the top. His newest movie was breaking box office records and he had just signed on for a multiple movie deal, one that Harrison had auditioned for, one that he’d had his hopes on getting. Her heart broke for him. He’d been working so hard lately, riding on the successful wave of his film. He was finally starting to feel like he was emerging from Tom’s shadow and this was only tossing him back into that bleakness that he hated so much. “Haz..” She leaned over him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. “This is just one small set back. You have all of those other parts that you can still get. Please don’t let his dash your hopes, not yet.”

He rotated his body, allowing her to sink into him even more. She heard his frustrated sobs and she wanted so badly to give him what he wanted. He held onto her for a long time and she just allowed her comfort to seep into him.  

He shifted, his body moving to sit up. She released him and pushed up off the couch. She pulled open the blinds, allowing the evening light to flood into their home. She slide the door open, the cool ocean breeze blew through her hair, the baby wisps fanning against her face. She turned around, her eyes scanning Harrison’s small frame. “Are you hungry?”

He nodded his head slowly and she proceeded to make a call for their favorite take out.

Sitting out on the patio, they ate in silence as the sound of the waves drowned out the silence surrounding them. She was concerned that he would allow this setback to knock down his growing confidence, but as he lifted his eyes to look at her finally, she saw the anger in them blazing brightly.

“Harrison,” She started, but his hands went up, stopping her.

“Don’t try to justify anything and please don’t try to make me feel better by telling me that it will all be okay,” His voice was dark and she closed her eyes at its tone.

She stayed quiet, her hand holding his.

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She flipped the pancake and waited for it to turn that delicious golden brown. She took a long sip from the cup of coffee she clutched in her hand and looked out at the breaking waves as they crashed onto the beach. It was a beautiful morning. The sky was a stunning blue and the sun was beginning to shine brightly, highlighting the pale sand. She heard rustling from down the hall and knew that Harrison was rousing from the bedroom. She mentally crossed her fingers, hoping that he would be in a better mood this morning. She turned, preparing to greet him when his smiling face appeared in her view.

“Oh my god Y/N, I got the role,” He exclaimed, hustling down to the kitchen.

He pushed the phone into her face, and she had to lean back to read the email from his agent. “This is that role with HBO, right? The one you were really hoping to land?”

He nodded his head enthusiastically and wrapped his arms around her waist.

She kissed his temple, “Well this calls for a celebration! I’ve made breakfast but we can always go out if you’d like.”

He glanced down at the stove, noticing for the first time the pancake on the griddle, “You made my favorite?”

“I wanted to cheer you up,” She grinned, setting the cup of hot liquid down. “Would you like eggs and bacon as well?” She yelped in surprise as he picked her up, his lips latching onto hers. The kiss was simple, but filled with so much gratitude and passion. She licked her lips as he set her down, her eyes still closed in bliss. “I'm going to take that as a yes.”

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She stretched out on the towel, allowing the golden rays of the California sun to sink into her skin. She rolled over, allowing the warmth to wash over her, adding a little color to her back. Her phone rang out, and she reached for it, answering without glancing at the screen.

“Hello?”

“Hey love,” Tom’s soothing voice filled her head.

She smiled, always glad to hear from him, “Hey! How are you doing? Congrats by the way, I heard the good news.”

She was met with silence and she wondered if the call had been disconnected, but his breathing confirmed that he was still there.

“I’m guessing that Harrison knows,” Tom’s question let her know his true reason for calling.

“Yeah, he showed me the headline last night.”

“I was hoping that they wouldn’t announce it, at least not for a few more weeks.”

“Why,” She curiously asked.

“It isn’t fair, now is it? He finally gets a big break and I have to go and make it seem insignificant. On top of that, I learned that I beat him out for that role,” Tom sighed.

“It was a bit of a knock down yes, but you can’t blame yourself for that. You have to keep doing you and Harrison needs to learn not to compete with you so much.”

“You’d think that at this point he would have learned that already. No Y/N, I think it’s safe to say that he will always view it as a competition.”

“Well, good news...He landed a big role with HBO,” She blurted the news.

“Really,” Tom exclaimed, excitement lacing his words. “Y/N that is amazing news. I’m so happy for him. HBO, that’s huge.”

“He really wanted it… See, it was meant to be,” She justified.

Tom contemplated his next words, “Y/N are you happy?”

She was a bit taken aback by his question, “Of course I’m happy. Things are really good right now.”

“Promise me something?” “What?”

“That you’ll come home as soon as you aren’t happy anymore,” Tom needed to get it out, tell her he cared without so much as saying the words.

“That won’t be anytime soon, but okay,” She furrowed her brow, wondering what was bringing this on. “Why the concern all of a sudden?”

“No reason,” He quickly stated, “I just want you, as my friend, to be happy, that’s all.”

She doubted his reasoning, “Thank you Tom.”

“I have to go, but keep me informed on how he does with his new role, okay?”

She agreed and hung up, her eyes staying locked on the phone as it blacked out. Harrison came running up the beach, his hair dripping with salt water and it splashed on her skin as he leaned over her.

“Who was on the phone,” He question, plopping down on his own towel.

She shoved the phone back into her bag, “No one. Shall we head over to the pier for dinner tonight?”

He jumped back up, his hands pulling her to her feet, “Yes, and I’m getting you on the ferris wheel tonight.”

She laughed as he smacked her ass, the two of them locking arms as they squished through the sand back up to their house.

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Movin’ On - Chapter Fifteen

Movin’ On - By JaimeMac

Description: A relationship is made up of moments. Moments that span days and years, spaces of time. Y/N had been with Harrison Osterfield for 10 years, but after a horrific argument they break up. She finds herself reminiscing, about all the good times they had together and all of the bad times that they went though… she starts to see the pieces that fell - what she once thought was the perfect puzzle, every piece in its place, turned out to be a facade, one big jumbled up mess with nothing but patches in place of the missing pieces.

She stood over the the bed, staring at the contents that littered the surface. She took a deep breath and contemplated what she needed to do first. Her head turned sharply at the soft sound that came from the doorway. Tom stood, his form leaning against the frame, a frown donning his handsome face.

“What are you doing,” He questioned, not moving to enter the room.

She sighed, sitting down and patting the mattress next to her. He moved towards her, pushing a few things aside before plopped down next to her.

“I think that it’s best if I leave,” Her voice was quiet and far from steady. She hadn’t come to this decision easily but after their intimate moments in LA, she had realized that she needed to put space between her and Tom. Her head was in a fuzzy place, her emotions completely clouding her logic. Her heart yearned for Tom but her head continually told her that she wasn’t ready, that she wasn’t prepared for the consequences that would follow if she chose to follow her desires.

Tom studied her, slowly shaking his head, “Y/N we can figure this out, whatever it is.”

“I want to stay, I really do but I don’t want my feelings to make my choices for me,” She leaned back, the headboard offering her support.

“And what choices would that be,” He inquired, hoping that he knew the answer.

She shook her head, “You know exactly what I’m struggling with. Tom…” She stopped as his hand enveloped hers and her heart jumped to a thunderous beat. “Tom, I just need some space.”

He rubbed small circles into the back of her hand. He wanted to be supportive, knew that he had to be supportive, but he was fighting a battle within himself to let her go. His hand tightened slightly and he caught the slight widening of her eyes.

“This doesn’t mean that my feelings have changed or that I’m running away or that I want you out of my life. I can promise you Tom that I’m still here, I just can’t be in this house with you, not right now.” She was struggling with finding words that would not break him. Words that would express the turmoil she was swimming in and the difficult path that was laid out before her.

He felt his stomach knot up and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep the tears that threatened to spill at bay. “Are you certain about this,” He winced as his voice cracked.

She nodded her head and shrugged her shoulders, “Yes and no, I don’t know. I want to do the right thing, for both of us, and I don’t know how to do that when I’m lost in all of the feelings that I have for you right now.”

Tom licked his lips, her admittance giving him a sliver of hope, “What do you want me to do?”

Her eyes were glued to his soft brown ones, finding herself getting lost in their kindness, “Wait for me.” She knew that it wasn’t a fair request but she had to throw it out there. She needed to know if she was right in thinking he felt the same for her.

He slowly nodded his head, bringing her hand to his lips. “I stick by my promise Y/N, I will always be here, right by your side.”

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She followed behind her dad as he heaved her heavy suitcase down the long hallway. He opened the door, the staleness of the shut in space hit her full force. She turned her head, scrunching her nose. The room looked the same, like she was walking back in time. Her stomach twisted and the reality of the situation she found herself in was making her slightly nauseated. Her dad cocked his head, worry creasing his brows, “Are you alright sweetheart?”

She moved past him and quickly took a seat. “Yes,” She squeaked, “Just feeling a bit lightheaded.”

He set her bag against the wall and left her alone, only to return a few moments later with a large glass of water. “Here, drink this,” He pushed the glass into her hand and watched with concern as she sipped at it gingerly. “Your mom will be home soon, she can make you some of her chicken soup.”

Y/N just looked up at him, love for her father radiating, “Thank you.”

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head and once again left her alone. She pulled her phone from her pocket, her eyes losing focus as she looked at the black screen. Should she text Tom, tell him that she’d gotten settled okay or would that be too much? She had left him because she needed space...texting him would be the opposite of what she’d left to accomplish. She tossed the phone onto her bed and allowed her body to fade backwards, the comforter wrapped softly around her shoulders. She closed her eyes and listened to the steady beating of her heart. She was doing the right thing, she just had to keep telling herself that. She needed to give herself time to heal, time to move on from Harrison and she needed to give herself permission to fall for whomever she wanted to fall for, even if that person was Tom.  

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Y/N sat hunched over the board, her fingers nimbly flipping switches, turning dials, and adjusting knobs. She bopped her head to the beat that sounded through her headphones, the small tweaks making her smile with accomplishment and pride. Fletch sat next to her, his own head moving to the rhythm of the music.

As the song faded, he pulled the headset off, his smile growing massively, “Y/N I am incredibly impressed and extremely proud of you. You’ve come a long way in the last few months and I think that you might be ready to take on a project solo.”

Y/N blushed with the compliments, “Thanks Fletch. This really did turn out quite well.”

He pushed his chair back, standing up and stretching his back, “Come Monday, let’s sit down and get you something that will suit your style. Now get home and enjoy your weekend.”

Y/N nodded, watching as her boss made his exit. As her head moved back, she caught the flash of her phone. Tom’s name appeared and she smiled a little as she reached over to answer it.

“Hey,” She basically whispered.

“Did I interrupt something? Are you still working,” Tom’s questions were laced with concern.

“No no, I’ve just finished actually and Fletch has informed me that I need to go home and enjoy the weekend,” She giggled, rolling her eyes at her own awkwardness. Her and Tom had kept in contact, but maintained it on a minimal level, mostly texting, a few phone calls here and there but they hadn’t seen one another in weeks. Tom had left London shorty after she had moved out, his next big movie starting production. The timing had worked in their favor and they had both relished the distraction that it provided. She had thrown herself into her new job, giving her all towards learning the craft she had fallen in love with so many years ago. Her focus being zoned in had left her brain free to process the way she’d needed to, the way her body had been craving for months. It had also provided the motive to keep her distance from the man that she wanted to be close to. Tom had stuck by his word, always letting her know that he wasn’t further than a phone call away, even if they couldn’t be in the same room, let alone the same town. He had been thrilled to start his new role, his own heart and mind needing to focus on something besides the pain that continually twinged through him.

“I come back home tomorrow, do you think that maybe you’d maybe like to see me,” Tom nervously held his breath.

Y/N’s heart fluttered, “I think… I think that maybe I’d really like that.”

Tom chuckled, “That will be the best thing I could come home to.”

“You are so cheesy,” She stopped, exhaling slowly, “I’ve really missed you Tom.”

“I’ve really missed you too Y/N, more than you’ll ever know.”

“We’ll have a lot of catching up to do when you get back,” She closed her eyes, listening to his soft breathing.

“Good,” He smiled. Noise behind him pulled his attention and he waved at the crew member that was motioning with great insistence, “Love I have to go, but I look forward to seeing you soon.”

She hung up the phone after saying her goodbye's, the smile she wore hurting her cheeks.

She turned back to her music, making a few more minor adjustments before throwing her stuff into her bag and locking up the studio for the night. The parking lot was small, her car being the only one remaining but it wasn’t alone. A lone figure, tall and slim, was propped up against it, a familiar mop of blond curls shone in the setting sun.

“Harrison,” She questioned as she neared him.

“Hey Y/N,” He pushed away from her vehicle, approaching her with caution.

She stopped her forward progress, watching as he mirrored her. “What are you doing here,” She was thoroughly confused by his presence.

“It was time for me to come home,” His answer was simple but it carried an enormous weight. “And I owe you an actual conversation and an apology.”

She shook her head, “You don’t owe me an apology Haz.” She started moving towards her car again.

He remained still, waiting for her to approach him.

She grasped the door handle, pulling it open so she could toss her bag in the backseat. She turned back around, twitching her head towards the passenger side, “Come on, get in.” She watched as he proceeded to join her, giving him a friendly smile as she buckled herself in. ‘How did you know I’d be here? I never told you about my new job.”

Harrison swiveled in his seat, his blue eyes boring into her, “I stopped by your parents house and your mom told me that you would be here. Congratulations by the way, I know how much you’ve missed working with music.”

“Thanks,” She beamed, “It’s been rather refreshing,” She stopped, unsure of telling him how she was feeling. “It has been nice being able to do something because I love it and not because I have to be doing it.”

He slowly nodded his head, his heart hurting, knowing that he had asked so much of her for too many years. “I’m really glad to hear that Y/N and I am so thrilled that you’re finally happy.”

She reached over, giving his hand a squeeze, “What do you say to dinner? I know of the perfect spot.” She started the engine as he nodded his head, pulling off in the direction of their favorite cafe.

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Movin’ On - Chapter Fourteen: Year Four

Movin’ On - By JamieMac

Description: A relationship is made up of moments. Moments that span days and years, spaces of time. Y/N had been with Harrison Osterfield for 10 years, but after a horrific argument they break up. She finds herself reminiscing, about all the good times they had together and all of the bad times that they went though… she starts to see the pieces that fell - what she once thought was the perfect puzzle, every piece in its place, turned out to be a facade, one big jumbled up mess with nothing but patches in place of the missing pieces.

Harrison waited as the photographer changed over the set. As he waited, his fingers numbly scrolled through his Instagram feed. Photo after photo of Y/N and Tom kept flipping by and with each picture, the twinge of jealousy grew.  Harrison didn’t understand why the feelings kept building, and he sure as hell did not understand where they came from in the first place. If it hadn’t been for Tom’s insistence, he never would have asked Y/N out in the first place. Tom had been cool with them being together from the very beginning. Tom had maintained his friendship with both of them, never once crossing any boundaries, never once giving a reason to doubt or mistrust. Harrison hated the way he was acting right now. He hated feeling the way that he felt but he couldn’t shake it. Ever since the Civil War premiere, he had been haunted by thoughts of Y/N and Tom together, together in ways that were far more than friendly. He’d tried to push the thoughts down, to push them away, but each time he saw the two of them together, their arms around one another, smiles plastered on their faces, the feelings came back with a ferocity. Harrison turned his phone off, tucking the device into his back pocket. He needed to clear his head, focus on the task at hand. Being friends with Tom had opened up so many doors for him, the opportunities piling on top of one another. He was beyond thankful, grateful that he had a friend as giving and generous as Tom was. Harrison stepped back into place, his body moving with the instructions given to him. He forced a smile onto his face, keeping still as the camera clicked over and over.

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Harrison tossed his bag onto his bed, his eyes scanning the spacious room. He’d moved in with Tom a little over a year ago. The move had benefited both of them. Harrison kept on eye on things when he wasn’t traveling with Tom and it allowed for him to move out of his parents house. A win win, right? He rolled his eyes, crawling onto the plush mattress and sinking down into its comfort. He pulled the duvet up around him, his eyes drooping with exhaustion. He needed to just get over his pettiness, move on, realize that he was the only one in the wrong in this situation and stop it before it ate him to nothing. As he started to drift off, he heard the front door open and voices fill the empty space. One male and one female, both extremely familiar to him. He scrunched up his face, wondering why she was even here. She had class in the morning and had told him that she wouldn’t be able to stay the night. He couldn’t make out any words, but her laughter cut through him, searing his flesh. Tom’s voice rumbled out a response and Harrison extracted himself from his safe confines. He padded down the hallway, his body coming into view of his two friends.

“Hey baby,” Y/N gushed, approaching him.

He allowed her to lean into him, her lips attaching to his. He couldn’t help himself as he wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her flush to him. He mumbled a hello, losing himself in her soft embrace.

She pulled away, licking her lips as she smiled, “You weren’t sleeping were you?”

He shook his head, “I thought you couldn’t make it over tonight.”

“Originally I couldn’t, but my professor canceled my first class...so when Tom called to see if he needed to pick me up, I thought it would be nice to surprise you.”

He felt a grin appear on his face, “It’s a nice surprise. You could have called first.”

Her head tilted, “Okay.” She hesitated for a moment, her mouth opening and closing as if she wasn’t certain of her next move. “Are you okay Harrison, you seem a bit off tonight.”

He took a deep breath, scanning the faces of the two people standing before him, “I’m just tired is all.”

She studied him for a moment longer, knowing that he was lying to her. She took his hand in hers, holding it to her heart, “‘Let’s get you back to bed.  Night Tom.”

Harrison allowed her to drag him back to his bedroom but he turned his head to glance at his friend. He couldn’t see Tom’s face, but his stance, the hold of his shoulders, shaking slightly with laughter, it all rubbed him the wrong way. Tom ran a hand through his curls, his profile coming into view, and the slight smirk that graced his lips, ignited the fire of jealousy that Harrison had been trying so hard to suppress.

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He rolled over, his eyes blinking rapidly as they adjusted to the brightness of the room. As her side of the bed came into focus, a grumble of disappointment escaped his lips. A small white sheet of paper was perched on her pillow. He grasped it, her looping handwriting sprawled across the page.

Haz,

I’ll be back after my last class, shouldn’t be too late. When I get back let’s go and grab a bite to eat and catch a movie, spend some much needed time together.

XOXO Y/N

PS - You are so blasted adorable when you’re snoring. ;)

“I don’t snore,” He gwaffed, climbing out from beneath his warm covers. Noise from the kitchen echoed down to his bedroom and he shuffled down the hallway towards the sound. Tom stood, his back towards the rest of the house, standing on his toes rummaging through the cupboard above his head. His laptop was open on the counter, a picture of himself and Y/N stared back at Harrison. One of the many photos taken during the premiere. One of the many photos of them looking like a happy couple. The memories of that evening flooded Harrison’s mind, drowning all rational thought.

“Is there something going on between you and Y/N,” He blurted out.

Tom stopped moving, his head turning back to acknowledge his friend, “What did you just say mate?”

“You heard me,” Harrison couldn’t seem to stop the rage that was brewing.

“What are you on about? You know that there is nothing going on,” Tom turned around, fully facing his friend.

“But neither of you have discredited the photos,” Harrison leaned over the laptop, the screen illuminating his face.

Tom didn’t need to see the evidence to know exactly what Harrison was talking about. Tom hadn’t been pleased with all the press he and Y/N had been receiving lately but there wasn’t much he could do about it. He could deny the allegations, but he’d been told that a denial would only draw more unwarranted attention. He’d decided to take the route of ignorance, turning a blind eye and hoping that it would all die down just as quickly as it had been ignited. He also knew that something had been bothering Harrison lately, the source now coming to light. “Haz man, that’s all just the media talking. You know that it’s all just hype, that none of it is real. You were there.”

Harrison scanned Tom’s face. He knew that what his friend was saying was the truth, but he couldn’t explain why he still had a gnawing in his gut. He had convinced himself of one thing and it appeared that no matter what the facts were, he wasn’t going to believe them. “She isn’t yours mate and she never will be.”

Tom blinked in confusion, wondering where the hell all of this was coming from. He would never try and make a move on Y/N and Harrison knew that. “Harrison….”

“You have the success. You have the fame. You have the money. Fuck it man, you can have any woman that you want. You have everything that you want. Why do you have to have this too?” Harrison’s face flamed, the anger coursing through his veins. Any attempt to tamper the ire back down was met with harsh resistance.

“Dude,” Tom was at a loss. He had no idea that all of this had been swirling in Harrison’s mind. He had thought that everything was fine, that they were fine. He had made Harrison a part of his career, a part of his life. He wanted to share his success with the people he cared about and he was more than happy to keep Haz along for the ride. “You know that whatever I have, whatever success comes my way...that I’m happy to share it with you. What’s mine is yours man.” Tom bit his tongue, cringing as the words came out of his mouth.

Harrison clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, “So that means that I have to share with you?”

“Whoa, whoa, that is not what I…”

“She chose me, the least you can do is let me have this one thing. I have nothing else that isn’t already yours.”

“I didn’t mean it that way, I swear. Look Harrison, I’m not sure where all of this is coming from, but it isn’t what you’re thinking.” Tom moved towards him but the taller man backed up.

“I’m gonna hit the gym. I’m not sure that I can stay here anymore,” Harrison turned his back, his shoulders slumping slightly.

Tom watched his friend disappear into the other room, confused as hell and scared that his best friend was making an irrationally stupid decision. He fought with the idea of telling Y/N what had just gone on but worried that it would only fuel the rage that was already out of control. He needed to allow Harrison to work this out on his own, so Tom decided to do the only thing that he could. He sighed in dejection. He picked up his laptop and walked towards his backdoor. Turning around and taking a quick glance back down the hall, his heart heavy as he cemented the fact that he needed to just back off, give Harrison the space that he was screaming for.

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Movin’ On - Chapter Thirteen

Movin’ On - By JamieMac

Description: A relationship is made up of moments. Moments that span days and years, spaces of time. Y/N had been with Harrison Osterfield for 10 years, but after a horrific argument they break up. She finds herself reminiscing, about all the good times they had together and all of the bad times that they went though… she starts to see the pieces that fell - what she once thought was the perfect puzzle, every piece in its place, turned out to be a facade, one big jumbled up mess with nothing but patches in place of the missing pieces.

She absentmindedly played with the small jewel hanging from her neck. It was her way of thinking, of processing the things around her. A small habit she had picked up in her final years with Harrison, one she rarely realized she even did. 

“Y/N,” Tom’s voice broke through her haze.

She turned, his frame coming into focus.

“Are you okay,” Concern written all over his face, “The stylists are ready for you.”

She nodded and slowly walked out of her room, brushing against Tom’s arm as she passed by him. He reached out and grabbed her head, halting her progress.

“Talk to me,” He searched her face, begging for her to open up to him.

“Later,” She leaned towards him, her lips pressed to the cool of his cheek, “Later.”

He watched until she disappeared into the adjoining room, fighting the urge to chase her and wrap her up in his arms.

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She wore a strikingly beautiful dress. It was a soft yellow, a color that brought out the natural glow of her California tan. Her makeup minimal, highlighting her already stunning features. Tom clutched her hand in his, refusing to let her leave his side as they walked down the red carpet. Cameras flashed in her face, the bright lights exploding all around them. Tom was an old pro at this now, a far cry from their first trip down the tunnel of photographers all those years ago. He kept her near him, but shielded her from their invasive intrusion. She smiled, her own experience coming into play. They slowly made their way down the line, stopping at each point and posing as the cameras clicked. Halfway to their destination, the shouts began, each one getting louder and bolder.

“Tom.. Tom, look this way please. Tom can you and your girlfriend face this direction?”

She stopped short. Tom turned to look at her, his head cocked to the side.

“Y/N,” He tugged on her hand. He hadn’t heard the shouts, their distinctive words all blending together but he knew something had spooked her.  

She took a deep breath, shrugging it off. They were just words after all, words that contained no real meaning to her. Or did they?

The noise continued to invade her ears, each time that one particular word hitting her with force. She clutched Tom’s hand a little tighter, reminding herself that he was right there next to her.

They finally made it through all of the noise and lights and into the safe space of the expansive theatre. Tom turned to look at her again before leading her into a quiet corner.

“See, it wasn’t that bad, was it?”

She smiled a little, “Did you not hear them?”

Tom shook his head, “Honestly, I’ve learned to just tune them out. What did they say?”

“They called me your girlfriend again,” She laughed, the irony of it all coming back was quite humorous.

“Did they?”

She nodded, “Do you remember the first time we walked down the red carpet together? For the Civil War premiere, if I’m not mistaken.”

He was quiet for a moment, the image of that night replaying through is mind. The slight smile that appeared let her know that he remembered it quite well indeed.

“You held my hand as we made our way through the wall of flashes, just like tonight and just like tonight, they were all shouting at you and your girlfriend to pose and look ‘this way’,” She made air quote gestures as she recounted the evening.

“Aww yes, now I see why you pulled back a little,” He reached for her hand.

She ran her palm against his, threading their fingers together, “I didn’t mind so much this time around though.”

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Sitting in the middle of the hotel room floor, her dress fanned out around her, as she examined the award that Tom had won that night. She turned it over and over in her hands, rather surprised by its weight. “I don’t know why, but I rather thought these things were be made rather cheaply.”

Tom’s chuckled sounded from the other room, “Why did you think that?”

She shrugged, forgetting he couldn’t see her.

His head appeared in her view. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned, his bare chest on full display. His shoes had been removed, his stocking feet silent as they moved towards her. He lowered himself down to the carpet, stretching out, his fingers playing with the material of her skirt. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“I did,” She set the trophy down, pushing her legs out from underneath, her chin resting on her hands. “Much more fun than I thought I would have. That after party was a riot. Drunk people are massively hysterical.”

Their faces were mere inches apart, their breaths mingling. Tom studied her face, taking notice of the light dusting of freckles that were scattered across her nose. The way her eyes crinkled and lit up when she smiled. The way her curls would fall into her face and his fingers itched to push them back. The way the corner of her mouth would curl up each time she grinned.

“What,” Her voice brought him back to the hotel room.

He blinked rapidly, “Nothing, nothing.”

She giggled lightly, “You seemed rather lost for a moment. Something on your mind?”

He’d been hashing out the best way to bring this up all night, now seeming like the best time, “Last night, before your call from Harrison, the moment between us….”

“The kiss,” Her soft voice interrupted him.

“It was a bit more than just a kiss Y/N.”

She slowly nodded her head, “It was, wasn’t it? We were quite caught up in one another there, weren’t we?”

“I have to admit, it wasn’t the first time I’ve wanted to kiss you,” His honesty shocked her.

She looked at him, “Do you feel it too? The little spark whenever we touch?”

He slipped his hand in hers, pulling it towards him. He pressed his lips to the back, the soft skin tingling where he touched. As his head came back up, his eyes catching hers, “Like that?”

“Yes.”

“Every damn time,” He rolled onto his back, her hand now resting on his bare chest.

“I shouldn’t want it Tom, but a part of me does. I can’t betray Harrison but yet, don’t I deserve my happy ending? God, why does it all have to be so confusing? Why does it have to be you?”

“Do you ever think that maybe it was always me?”

That questioned surprised her. She looked down at him. He was still, his breathing even and shallow. His thumb danced along the skin of her hand, causing an explosion of electricity to spark through her with each movement. It had always been Harrison, not Tom. Right? Tom had been her friend, her best friend, but she had been in love with Harrison. Why was she trying so hard to convince herself of her loyalty? Did she really owe Harrison anything?

“I think that maybe it’s still a bit too soon Tom,” She removed her hand from his grasp, pushing herself back into a sitting position. “I realize that it’s been a few months since Haz and I stopped being us, but seeing him last night...it makes it all rather still fresh. It still hurts.”

Tom sat up, his body turned to face her, “Y/N I’m not suggesting or assuming anything...I’m just thinking out loud really. I’d forgotten how much I enjoy being around you and how much I’ve loved having you back in my life full time. I missed you and after last night, after that kiss, I just wonder if maybe there has always been something a bit more between us, something that could have been had you not picked Harrison.”

“You mean if Harrison hadn’t asked me out first?”

He smiled a little, the twinkle in her eye not escaping him.

“The what ifs and the maybes don’t really matter, what matters is the what next part. I’m not ruling anything out Tom, I liked the kiss too, I just don’t want to put myself into a compromising position of losing you too.”

Tom reached out for her hand again, taking it tentatively and gently between this fingers, “Y/N you will not lose me. I promise you that no matter what happens, I will still be your friend, always.”

She allowed him to grasp her hands in his, the softness of his palm against hers was a comfort, yet her insides churned with raw nerves and energy. She wanted to believe his words. She trusted him and he had stuck around all of the years she’d been with Harrison, but what if friends just weren’t meant to be anything more than that. Would she really try and risk the last solid thing in her life? Tom was her rock, could she survive without him? Her eyes roamed from their interlocked fingers to his face, his eyes soft and staring back at her. She leaned towards him, their foreheads resting, pressed together. She closed her eyes and listened to the soft breathing and the quiet sounds of the room around them. The moment was peace. The moment was serene. The moment was perfect and she felt herself being swept up in it. They stayed still for a time, her legs beginning to ache beneath her. She shifted and space was forced between them. Tom stood first, pushing up to his feet. He held his hands out to her, pulling her up to his body. He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, “It’s been an exciting day and we’re both tired. What do you say to clear heads in the morning? We only have one more day before we leave, think maybe a little sightseeing is in our future?”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hugging him, his warmth seeping into her. “I think a day of hanging out with you sounds like the best day ever.”

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Movin’ On - Chapter Twelve: Year Seven

Movin’ On - By JamieMac

Description: A relationship is made up of moments. Moments that span days and years, spaces of time. Y/N had been with Harrison Osterfield for 10 years, but after a horrific argument they break up and she finds herself reminiscing, about all the good times they had together and all of the bad times that they went though. She starts to see the pieces that fell - what she once thought was the perfect puzzle, every piece in its place, turned out to be a facade, one big jumbled up mess with nothing but patches in place of the missing pieces.

The box, stark white against the dark mahogany desk, caught her eye as she approached her office. The contents screamed at her as she wracked her brain, trying to figure out who would have sent her something. A look of bewilderment creased her brow as she plucked the small card off the top of the elongated package. Tearing open the flap, she extracted the small piece of paper,

Love,

I wanted to do something special for you, something that lets you know just how much you mean to me and how much I appreciate everything that you have done for us, for me. I love you, more than I could ever let on. I’ll be picking you up tonight, as I am taking you on a fancy date. Happy Anniversary my darling.

~ H

Her hand over her mouth, suppressing the quiet sighs and awes of joy. Her eyes glassy with unshed tears as she read over his words once again. Sometimes, one gets so caught up in life that they tend forget what the most important things are, the things right in front of them. She had been wrapped up in a new job, a new home, Harrison’s new life, that she had lost sight of the small things. Her and Harrison, seven years together, a lifetime for them, but it was their life together and she was most excited to continue down this path with him.

With a newly formed audience of coworkers, she pulled the lid off the box, relieving the loviness that it contained. Beautiful long stemmed roses, seven red, one for each year that they had been together. She allowed the happy tears to trail slowly down her cheeks as she blushed at the joyous words surrounding her.

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She was wearing blue. A blue that matched his eyes. His smile was wide and his excitement fluttered, circulating his body. He released her hand, holding the door open, allowing her access before him. They were sat at a small table, in a quiet corner, a roaring fire a few feet away.  Champagne was popped and the bubbles tickled her nose as she took a slow sip. She stared at the man sitting across from her, his face bright and happy and she realized in that moment that she was content. Harrison reached for her, his hand cupping hers. She threaded their fingers together and he raised his glass.

“Here’s to seven amazing years and to many, many more to come,” He winked, clinking their glasses together.

She leaned forward, meeting him halfway. His lips pressed against hers and she closed her eyes, savoring the precious moment. As he pulled away, she sat back down, her lids remaining closed as a shy smile appeared.

“Are you happy,” Harrison’s voice broke through to her.

She looked at him, studying him for a moment, “Yes.”

Silence settled over them, his thumb swiped across the back of her hand as he let her answer sink in.

“Harrison, stop looking at me like that,” She chuckled, “Of course I’m happy. I love you and I love our life here.”

“Do you regret making the move with me?”

She contemplated her answer for a moment, “At times, but I would have regretted staying behind without you far more.”

“I’m sorry that it’s been such a shitty journey,” He gripped her hand a bit tighter.

“Haz, all journeys have their ups and downs. I think I’d be more worried if it had all been smooth sailing. How about you though, are you happy?”

He nodded, “I’m happy that I’m not doing this alone. I will admit that there have been some awfully frustrating moments and I’ve wanted to go back home so many times and if it wasn’t for you continually encouraging me to keep going, I probably would have given up long ago.”

“I’m glad that you didn’t,” She pulled his hand towards her, planting soft kisses on his fingers.

Harrison watched her. The simple gesture softening his eyes with love for her.

“The show breaks for the season in a couple of months, we should go on holiday together, get out of the city,” He grinned as her eyes lit up at his suggestion.

“Oh yes please,” She almost clapped with joy, “Now we just need to figure out where to go.”

“Always the toughest decision, isn’t it?”

Her giggle grew quiet, “What about going home for a visit? We haven’t been back in over a year.” She hesitated asking him, but she missed her family and she missed her home.

He slowly shook his head, “I was thinking something a bit more tropical, Hawaii perhaps.”

Her stomach sank, but she forced a smile, “That sounds rather lovely actually, far better than dreary old London.”

It was his turn to kiss her hand, squeezing it for added affection, “I knew you’d love that and I know that I’ll love seeing you in a new bathing suit, bikini?”

She swatted at him, laughing, “You cheeky bastard, always your mind lives in the gutter.”

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Harrison rolled over, his hand automatically carressing the side of the bed next to him. As his skin hit the soft sheets, empty space being all that he found, he blinked his eyes open rapidly. Confusion set in, wondering where she could be. His eyes adjusted to the dark, pupils dilating, and her form slowly appeared before him. Her naked body was silhouetted by the moonlight, the curtains were thrown back as she stood next to the wall of glass. Soft light danced around her and in that moment she was perfect. He loved her, he truly did. He tossed the covers off, sitting up quietly and without any sound, pulled open his bedside drawer. He extracted a small, light blue box from its depths and brushed his fingers over the soft velvet. As he stood, a small smile crept onto his lips, her reaction playing through his mind. His free arm snaked around her waist, pulling her body flush to his. Every inch of her back pressed to his front and he felt, in that moment, that they were one. Their hearts beat in their chest to the time of the other and he felt it flutter slightly as he kissed her neck.

“I love you Y/N,” He whispered against her skin.

Her hand came up, cupping his cheek as she turned her head slightly, her eyes catching his. With a smile, she kissed his lips, her mouth opening immediately, begging for him to intensify the passion. He held her as they expressed their love, finally pulling away slowly.

“Tonight has been amazing,” He let go of her waist, but pressed on her shoulder, with his touch, telling her to stay facing the ocean. He snapped open the box and removed it’s tiny contents. It twinkled just a little as the moon’s rays struck it. His nimble fingers worked on the tiny clasp and he draped on arm across her chest. His hands met in the middle and he allowed the tiny pendent to rest gently between her breasts. She looked down at it, her fingers reaching up to grasp the sparkling jewel.

“Harrison, it’s beautiful,” She beamed with affection for him, turning her body, their fronts finally meeting, “Thank you.”

“It’s not near as beautiful as you,” The words spilled from his lips before he captured hers. They tumbled back into bed, bodies tangled together. The last thing he saw before his eyes drooped closed, was the soft glow of the diamond between her fingers.

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Games They Play - Smutty Wednesday

A Taron Egerton Fanfiction - By JamieMac

Warnings: Smut (Obviously)

Y/N pulled away, her tongue darting out, slowly licking her lips. She looked up at the man standing before her, the flashing lights surrounding them, flickered off of his irises. A smile appeared and she couldn’t help the fluttering that exploded in her stomach.

“Would it be too forward if I told you that your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like,” She stood on her toes, her lips hoovering near his ear.

His arms tightened around her, pulling her body flush to his, “Would it be too forward if I said, let’s get out of here?”

She shook her head, arms snaking around his neck. She allowed his lips to capture hers again, allowing his tongue access.

He pulled away as he took her hand and weaved them both through the growing number of club goers. The night was still young, but neither had been able to keep their eyes off the other from the moment they entered the space. She’d spotted him standing at the bar, flanked by a group of his friends. His stocky appearance drew her in and the way his jeans wrapped his thighs like a second skin sent a pang to her core. She’d eased her way through the crowd, positioning her body near his. Her tight skirt riding a little high as she leaned over the bartop. She could feel his eyes on her before she even turned around, but when she did lock onto him, his green orbs pulled her in like a tractor beam. He’d asked her to dance. Bodies pressed close, her ass bumping against his crotch. His hands were held tightly on her hips, keeping her flush to him. Song after song they stayed close, eventually his lips started on her neck, his arms wrapped around her waist. He’d spun her around, locking his lips with hers, her breath completely leaving her body.

The noise level lessened as they exited the building, the cool night enveloping them completely. A sleek black car stood at the curb, ready for them to jump inside. Once the door was shut, their bodies merged once more. He pulled her into his lap, his hands cupping her cheeks as he continued to violate her mouth.

She pulled away, her forehead resting on his, “Where are we headed handsome?”

“I’m staying at a hotel not too far from here, if that’s okay,” He asked with a slight pant.

She nodded before locking back onto him. Her hands slipped down his chest, feeling every hard muscle hidden by the thin material. She pushed her body down, feeling him hardened beneath her and her heart picked up it’s pace. The fluttering in her stomach lowered, her core tingling furiously with the anticipation of what was to come.

She felt his hands move from her cheeks and slide down her arms, goosebumps appearing in the wake of his touch. She held her breath as his hands disappeared, his palms flat against the warm skin of her back. He held her close, their lips becoming one, tongues dancing as their bodies had.

The drive was short and once again space was forced between them. She giggled as he tried to hide his semi-erection as they made their way through the luxurious hotel lobby. Standing amongst other guests, they stood in the back of the elevator, hands secretly touching. He held her close, reveling in the feeling of her body so close to his, their secrets threatening to be discovered. The machine dinged and the doors slid open. Her fingers locked with his as she followed him down the long hallway. Nerves surged through her and she was vibrating with excitement. .

He held the door open, allowing her to pass by him. She brushed against him, making sure her hand grazed his cock. She winked as she caught the blush of his cheeks, a smile creeping onto his swollen lips. She squealed as he picked her up, crashing their lips together. He walked them to the bed, her body falling onto the soft mattress.  He toed off his shoes, his eyes not leaving her face. She laid back, watching as he gripped the hem of his shirt.

“Wait...wait, I want to do that,” She kneeled on the bed, crawling towards him. She grasped the soft material and as he raised his arms, she pushed it up and off of his body. Standing before her, her tongue visible through her lips as she grinned at him devilishly. She firmly held his hips and gently pulled him towards her. Starting at the tuft of hair that disappeared underneath his pants, she traced a path up his body with her tongue. She felt each muscle twitch and quiver and it urged her forward. The closer she got back to his lips, the more anxious he became, until he couldn’t wait anymore. He pushed her back towards the bed, his body covering hers. He was quick to relieve her of her own clothing, leaving her donned in nothing but lace. He felt her fingers pop the buttons of his jeans, a sly smile on her face as he swatted her away. He wanted to devour her first. He nudged her knees apart, his fingers looping through the silky fabric. He slowly, teasingly, pulled them down her thighs, past her calves, before tossing them to the floor. His eyes widened, staring at her form, stretched out, waiting just for him. She reached behind her back, unclasping her bra, allowing it to join it’s matching pair. He followed her previous act, his tongue exploring the crevices and mounds of her body. He took extra care to work each nipple, forcing them erect, ripe for his attention. Her core ached for his touch and she whimpered when he finally started on a downward journey. He bit and nipped the soft skin of her thigh, and she squirmed, wanting him to touch her. His breath was hot on her clit and she gasped when he finally pressed his lips to her. His tongue swirled and his mouth sucked and he licked up her slit, a moan escaping her, louder than she’d meant. Her hands gripped his hair, pushing his face further into her, craving the sensations that he was creating in her.

“Taron,” She panted, her thighs tightening around his head as two fingers pushed into her.

He hitched his digits, making sure to hit the spot, the spot that sent shock waves coursing through her. Her back arched and she scrambled to find his arms, her fingers digging into his flesh.

“Taron,” Her voice ragged, “Taron, please...I need you.”

For good measure he kissed her clit once more, extracting his fingers, leaving her empty. She was intrigued as he licked his fingers clean before meeting their lips together. She tasted herself, the erotic act striking a match in her belly. She reached between their sweaty bodies, her hands working to release him from the denim that encased him. He slid off the bed, shimming out of his pants, watching as they pooled to the floor around his ankles. He kicked them away as he worked his body back up hers. She reached down, her hand enclosing around his taut member. She aligned him with her, their eyes locking as he pushed into her, slowly, his tip disappearing before he forced their hips to meet. He waited, her body adjusting to his girth, before he started their motion. A steady rhythm took over their bodies, deep in the throws of passion, locked together, moving as one. Her nails dug into his back as she climbed towards her peak, the edge creeping closer and closer. He sped up with her insistence, her heels digging into his thighs. Pants, gasps, moans, whimpers, sounds of ecstasy filled the room, the walls hiding their lust. The cliff loomed and she stood on the threshold, her climax staring her in the face, the flame of euphoria burned hot, blazing strong, wrapping them both in its heat. The ball exploded, and she called out his name, her arms hugging his shoulders, bringing their body together. He slowly rode her out, wave after wave, as her body shook beneath him, his own climax washing over him as her tongue pushed into his mouth. Their bodies stayed clenched tightly together, neither wanting to release the other.

She kissed the tip of his nose, her arms refusing to loosen, “Good news, you taste good.” She smirked, her laughter filling his ears.

“Seriously, why do you always have to end things with some cheese ball line,” Taron pressed light kisses all over her face.

“I can’t help myself,” She pushed on his shoulder, indicating that he slide off.

“It’s a good thing you’re fucking cute Y/N,” He stood, his naked body on full display. “Next time, I get to pick the game.”

She giggled, “I knew that you’d find the whole thing enticing and fun.”

“Wipe that shit eating grin off of your face,” He tossed a pillow at her, smiled at the sound of her voice. “It’s a good thing that I love you.”

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Movin’ On - Chapter Eleven

Movin’ On - By JamieMac

Description: A relationship is made up of moments. Moments that span days and years, spaces of time. Y/N had been with Harrison Osterfield for 10 years, but after a horrific argument they break up and she finds herself reminiscing, about all the good times they had together and all of the bad times that they went though. She starts to see the pieces that fell - what she once thought was the perfect puzzle, every piece in its place, turned out to be a facade, one big jumbled up mess with nothing but patches in place of the missing pieces.

“Harrison,” Question laced her voice.

“Hey, I’m in the lobby,” His words came at her, soft in her ear.

“What? How do you know what hotel I’m staying at?”

He sighed, “Because Tom always stays at the same place. Look, I wanted to apologize for earlier, will you please just come down and meet me?”

She glanced over at Tom. He had climbed off the bed and was currently pacing the living space. She creased her brows, worried slightly about the tone of his voice.

“Okay, give me a minute,” She hung up the phone and slid off the bed. Passing by Tom, she caught his eye, nodding her head towards the door. He waved her off, and she slipped out into the quiet hallway.

She stepped out of the elevator into the expansive lobby. As she walked across the shiny tiled floors, she was thankful for the soft soled sneakers adorning her feet. She spotted Harrison’s blonde curls, his body curled up in the corner of one of the overstuffed couches. She stepped around, her body coming into full view, “Hey.”

He looked up at her, his eyes glassy and red. He patted the space next to him, indicating for her to sit down.

“You wanted to talk,” She turned, her body angled towards him.

“I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry. Y/N I never should have attacked you earlier,” He stared at the carpet, his fingers twisting around the strings of his hoodie.

“So why did you,” She asked, curiosity taking control.

His eyes darted around the room, his gaze landing everywhere but on her. “Knowing that you came back because of Tom, I just couldn’t take it.”

“Harrison, like I told you at the cafe, Tom and I are not together.”

He scoffed, giving her a sideways glance, “Tom has always had you Y/N.”

Tom’s words echoed in her ears, ‘Because I had everything he wanted, including you.’ “Harrison, you are the one that had my heart.”

“But did I,” His whisper hit her hard.

She wasn’t sure how to respond. She had never considered it any other way, but now both of the men in her life had told her otherwise. Had she really…. No scratch that, did she really love Tom? Not even that, did Tom really have her heart? Ugh.

Y/N was quiet, her sole focus on her fingers. She absentmindedly picked at a hangnail, her mind wandering, trying to piece together what next to say. She peeked a quick look at him. He was staring at her, his face unreadable. “Harrison,” Her voice was soft. She lifted her head, catching his eyes. “I loved you...a part of me still loves you. I had nothing in LA but you and even then, I felt you slipping through my fingers. Tom...I felt so many times that Tom was my only support.”

Harrison scoffed quietly, the noise sounding like a freight train to her ears.

“I realize that you don’t want to believe me, but what I want to know… what has been eating at me for years, is why you weren’t happy with our lives back in London? You seemed so content with being Tom’s PA, his best friend. You lapped up the chances to model, to party, to be young and free...why give all of that up?”

He shifted, obviously uncomfortable with the barage of questions. He turned to look at her, his face stony and still very unreadable, “Why should I be okay with living in someone’s shadow?”

The hard lines creasing his face frightened her, the anger still floating at the surface. She inched away from him slightly, “No one saw you as Tom’s shadow.”

“Bullshit,” He spat, “You looked at him differently than you looked at me. You were proud of him, all of his accomplishments and then you’d look at me and all I would see was pity. I wanted to be something more. I wanted you to look at me the way you looked at him.”

It was like getting hit by a ton of bricks, all at once and she couldn’t breathe. The pressure that crushed her chest was suffocating and all words flew from her mind. She just stared at him, shock and disbelief flashing in her eyes. “Harrison….”

He held up a hand, “Y/N...just don’t.”

“Harrison,” She squeaked out his name, “Why did you not tell me any of this before?”

“Because I didn’t think I needed to. I thought...I hoped that you would realize what it was that you were doing and I hoped that getting you away, moving you here, that it would change things,” A slight hitch caught the last couple of words, emotion pushing even harder against his resolve.

She reached for his hand and flinched when pulled it from her.

“What I want to know Y/N, is why did you agree to move here with me? If you wanted to stay in London so fucking badly, why pack up and move across the world with me?”

She took a deep breath. She honestly wasn’t sure anymore why she had moved for him. She studied his face, the cracks starting to grow and she could see just how vulnerable he truly was. “For your happiness. For our happiness. To save us. To let you chase your dreams, Harrison I don’t remember. It could be one of those reasons, it could be all of those reasons...what does it matter at this point?”

“It matters because it forced an end to...us,” The last word barely escaped his lips and she couldn’t stop the tear that trickled down her cheek.

“It wasn’t just LA that tore us apart,” She stopped. They were already deep in this conversation, she needed to get the rest out, this was her moment. “You’re obsession with beating Tom at everything, your jealousy towards him. The hatred that you harbored, the hate that ate at you. All of that tore us apart. I tried to keep us together but eventually, I just became like everything else, I became nothing to you.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong,” He hissed, “You were all that I had.” His eyes darted around the room again, his voice calming, “I needed you. I yearned for you but you were never there. You were working and when you weren’t working you were secretly talking to Tom. I knew Y/N, I knew all along.”

“I had to work long hours because you insisted that we live in that fucking condo. You were the one that insisted that we drive the fancy cars we couldn’t afford. You wanted the clothes to blend in. You needed the headshots, you needed to attend the next party, you needed to be seen at the best restaurants. None of that shit was cheap, I had to keep a roof over our heads.” She was starting to grow weary of the finger pointing, the blame. “I would have been fine living in that piece of shit apartment, the one I hated, but at least we would have had more time being us.”

He had no retort to that. She was right and he knew it. The wounds were still raw, still too fresh and continuing to argue in the middle of a crowded hotel lobby was not what they needed to be doing. He stood up, his eyes catching hers, “I’m going to go. I am sorry for earlier, but I don’t think that we’re ready to have this conversation. I think we both need more time.” He did not wait around for her answer, spinning on his heel and quickly heading towards the exit.

She closed her eyes, her fingers gently rubbing the bridge of her nose. Twice...twice in one day she’d seen him. Twice in one day she’d had it out with him. Twice in one day. She sighed, pushing up off the plush sofa. She slowly made her way back to her room. She reached into her pocket as she stepped up to the dark wooden door. She groaned as she discovered that the room key was not with her. She raised her hand, knocking softly.

Tom yanked the door open, his brows creased in concern, “Where have you been? You okay?”

She was tired of questions and ignored his inquiries as she entered the spacious hotel room.

“Y/N,” Tom’s gentle voice floated to her ears.

She choked back a sob, her eyes catching his, “I was downstairs with Harrison.”

“What? How the hell?” Tom ran a hand through his tangle of curls.

“He said you always stay in the same hotel,” She leaned against the open door to her bedroom, “I just really want to go to bed Tom.”

Tom crossed the space between them, his arms open. She allowed him to envelope her, the comfort of his body pressed against hers forced the walls she was fragilely keeping up, crumble. She sagged against him, his weight keeping her on her feet. He scooped her up, walking across the living space, entering his room. “Tom no,” She started to protest.

“Y/N I’m not leaving you alone right now, you’re going to stay in here with me.” He placed her gently on the bed and without another word she crawled under the covers. She pulled off her shoes and pushed them out onto the floor.

“This isn’t a good idea Tom,” She looked up at him, her protest not gaining any footing, “Not after we kissed. Not after Harrison…” She let her head fall onto the fluffy pillows, “He’s going to be so upset.”

Tom leaned down, gently pressing his lips to her forehead, “Harrison has no say in you life anymore Y/N. It doesn’t matter if he’d get upset or not.”

“But I hurt him,” More tears fell and she did not have the strength, nor the desire to brush them away.

“I think you both hurt each other, but I know that neither of you meant to. Y/N go to sleep, we can talk about it in the morning,” Tom flipped off the light, exiting the room.

“Wait,” She called after him.

He stopped, his body backlight, a black silhouette.

“Stay with me,” She pleaded.

He came back, shutting the room and plunging them into darkness. She felt the bed dip as he climbed towards her. She felt his body slide between the sheets, pulling her to him. His strong arms wrapped around her, the comfort he exuded lulling her off to sleep.

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