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Masterlist

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

MASTERLIST 2

Work Count: 68

Characters/Actors written for:

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

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

Eggsy Unwin (x David)

David Budd (x Eggsy)

Joe Mazello (x Reader (female))

Madderton

Love is worth sharing

Treat you better

I'm right here

Please come back to me

Carpool Karaoke

Back to you

Weak Spots

Merry Christmas, love

I know I'll always be safe with you

Sunday Mornings

I'll always protect you

Touch me

Speechless

Rough with me

Unsteady

Happy Valentine's day, Daddy

Coming home

Change of Heart

I'm something stupid, do me

Happy birthday, bub

Happy birthday, baby

Just an offer, mate

Temptation

Panic.

Insecure

Why don't you kiss me?

Why don't you kiss me Part 2

Being a brat

Suprise date

Oops in Vegas

This feeling inside

To the moon and back

Looking gorgeous, Sir (CEO x assistant)

I'm gonna love me again

Plank all over me

I need you

Birthday Blues

Happy Birthday, Richie

Want you to be mine

A better life

Love, you are amazing

He's perfect

Somewhere safe

Only yours

Still

Don't be a tease

Nightmares

I prefer you having control

You're in for a treat

Valentine's Day

Blissful hours

Taron Egerton

x Female Reader:

Flaws and all

You'll be okay

Say it

Mine

Reflections

x Male Reader:

I missed you

Richard Madden

x Female Reader:

Please, Miss

Yes, Sir

Homesick

x Male Reader:

Comfort

Madderton x Jophie

Proposal

Hesitate

Christmas was fun

Eggvid

You're my hero

I think you should leave

I think you should stay

Joe Mazello

Love at first sight

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Blissful hours

Pairing: Taron Egerton x Richard Madden

Word Count: 3129

Summary: Taron gets home tired out from work and gets surprised with a warm bath and dinner. Richard knows exactly how to take care of him and relieve the tension...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, Valentine's Day, cuddles, smut

A/N: We hope you like our fic🥰🥰~Nati and Miya💜

Taron came home about mid-afternoon, tired out from a long week. He had been working 12 hour days for the last 3 weeks, consistent of filming, wardrobe meetings, and interviews. Thank god he has a break for the next week. He kicks off his shoes and stands still for a moment, embracing the quiet atmosphere. "Richard?" he calls out softly. His boyfriend steps out of the kitchen soon after.

Richard’s face softens seeing his mate, a compassionate smile spread across his lips. "You're still wearing your jacket, bub." he chuckles softly. He walks towards the Welsh, warm and welcoming.

"Don't care. Need you." Taron speaks just barely above a whisper and falls into his arms. He buries his face in his chest and holds onto him tightly. God, how he loves being in his arms.

Richard wraps his arms around him and gently rubs his lower back. "Tired, darling?" he asks and T just nods. He plants a soft kiss onto his temple and softly glides his fingertips over the back of his neck. "We should get you to bed early then. Looks like you could use the rest."

"M'tired but not sleepy." he sighs, hands holding onto the comfortable fabric of Richard's sweater firmly.

"I'll soothe your mind and body enough for you to sleep, I promise. Why don't you go and take a shower before we eat?" he suggests. Richard had prepared their dinner a good while ago while Taron worked. He just needed to put on some finishing touches and throw it in the oven.

"Join me?" Taron asks and looks up at him with the best puppy look in his eyes he could manage. He knows very well that Richard can rarely resist that look. Those green orbs enlarging and his pout sending him over the moon.

Richard smiles softly and unzips Taron’s jacket, giving in to his request. "Of course. I'll just put our dinner into the oven. I'll be with you in a moment"

Taron nods and makes his way to the bathroom upstairs after kissing him on the cheek. He opens the door and his mouth falls open in surprise. The bathtub is filled with water at the perfect temperature, bubbles and color added. Candles illuminated the room with a warm hue and a soothing lavender scent lulls him in. What was be occasion? Had Richard already planned for this?

"Baabee?" he asks, walking back downstairs to Richard. "What's with the candles and lavender?" he questions and sees the already set table with some wine glasses and everything. Once again, his mouth falls open in shock at the gesture. He looks at his boyfriend with eyebrows raised. Did he miss his own birthday again?

Richard closes the oven and walks over to him, a slight chuckle leaving his lips. "Well first off, it's Valentine’s Day and you had to leave and be on set before I woke up. So we can continue the celebrations now."

Taron nods and gently takes his hand. "And?" That couldn’t just be the only thing.

"And you've been working so much lately that you come home all exhausted. It breaks my heart a little." Richard gently wraps his arms around his waist. "Which is why I wanna pamper you a bit, ease the stress a little at a time." His lips curl into a small smile as he looks into his lover’s eyes.

Taron's face softens hearing that. "Aren't you the sweetest?" he breathes out and wraps his arms around his neck. He has been working really hard days with this new film, but it was worth it coming home to the person he loved every day. Seeing Richard’s smile and holding him tight every night made it all bearable.

Rich smiles and leans down, kissing him lovingly. The two savor the kiss for just a moment and enjoy each other’s warm embrace. They make their way upstairs to the bathroom and remove their clothes, getting into the water. Taron takes his chance to cuddle up against Richard, his back on his chest, and closes his eyes. He relaxes into his soothing touch as Richard takes cares of washing his body gently. He lets him rest a little while he shampoos his hair lovingly. Once finished with Taron, Richard cleans himself up and the pair carefully get out of the tub. Richard dries Taron off after wrapping his own towel around his body.

Taron insists on wearing some of Richard's clothes when they leave the bathroom, as he always does when he is exhausted. It provides a great comfort to him, whether Richard is there or not. They decide to have their dinner in the living room tonight. T is sitting on Richard's lap, a plate for both of them on his own lap as they eat carefully. "Mm I needed this." T hums happily as he digs into the lasagna Richard made. He could never get over how great of a cook he is.

"I hoped so." Rich chuckles softly and kisses his cheek.

-

Taron groans softly and turns onto his back, looking up at Rich with a frustrated pout. "I can't fall asleep." he says annoyed. They had finished their dinner almost a half hour ago and Richard told Taron to rest. So Taron repositioned himself on the couch and tried just that.

Richard gently runs his hand through Taron's hair, who's head is resting on his lap. "Got too much on your mind?" he asks and T hums, answering his question.

He grumbles and rubs his eyes. "I can't stop thinking about all the stuff I have to do and-." Stopping mid sentence, he sits up and huffs tiredly.

"Taron, tonight starts your week off from working so hard. Okay, there's nothing you have to do." he says softly, but firmly. "I'm home for a few days as well, so we can actually do nothing all day." he smiles.

Taron smirks and straddles his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. "That sounds almost too perfect. Am I dreaming?"

Rich chuckles softly and pulls him into a loving kiss. "You're adorable."

"Can we go and cuddle in bed?" Taron asks sweetly. Of course he truly wanted to cuddle, but there’s an underlying ulterior motive to the cuddle session.

"Of course." he nods and they get up from the couch. Richard folds the blankets they were using, and Taron couldn’t resist. Rich is caught by surprise when Taron kisses him again, a soft moan escaping the Scottish man’s chest.

Taron wraps his arms around his neck and stumbles back a few steps, his back hitting the wall behind him. He stops and looks up at him with lust momentarily gleaming in his eyes.

Richard grabs his waist and pins him to the wall, looking down at him. The sudden need in Taron’s eyes catches him by surprise, and slightly overwhelms him. "I think I know exactly what you need to put you to sleep." Rich chuckles softly.

"Maybe." he says, a blush quickly coating his cheeks and ears.

Richard smiles at the reaction and gently caresses his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too." Taron smiles softly.

He leans down, connecting their lips. They share a passionate kiss and Taron pulls him closer to his frame. Holding each other close and slightly tighter with each movement.

Taron smiles and a quiet moan falls from him as their lips touch. He kisses him passionately, breath hitching as Richard's hands caress his sides.

Richard notices the change and gently grabs his hips. "Maybe I know what you'll need to relieve the tension, darling."

T raises his eyebrows at him, holding back a grin. "I'm all ears."

"You want me to take care of you?" he asks and lets his hands slip under Taron's sweater, gently touching his skin. His touch felt like fore, but send goosebumps all over at the same time. Taron yearned for more, ached for it even.

"Please." Taron answers quickly and buries his face in Richard's shoulder, blushing at how desperate he sounds. He truly did need to get the tension out of his body from the long nights. But he wouldn’t dare turn down an offer to have it handled by Richard.

He chuckles softly and kisses his head. "I love you, darling."

"Love you too" he says softly, feeling his lips curl into a smile. He lets out a giggle as Richard guides them away from the wall and onto their big sofa, lying Taron down and hovering over him.

-

He couldn't fully believe how good it feels. Though they have done this multiple times now, Richard seems to know every little thing that drives him crazy and pushes him closer to the edge. Somehow, they had moved upstairs after a very steamy make out session. And now here Taron was lying on their bed, clothes gone, legs open, and Richard moving towards where he needed him most. His hands are gripping the sheets, trying to steady himself before he lost his mind. He can’t muffle the sounds leaving his throat as Richard kissed his body, and usually he would have been flustered about it. Taron was always vocal in bed, but for them to be barely starting, it’s almost embarrassing. But this time, he doesn't even have the time to think about it, and Rich doesn't seem to mind. His whimpers are needy as Richard's lips wander up his inner thigh again. He takes one hand and rakes his fingers through Richard’s dark hair, gently tugging on his scalp. "Rich... Babe...Pleasee."

"Patience, darling." he mumbles against his skin and places a delicate kiss onto his hip bone. "We haven't even started yet." A devious smirk flashes over his lips as he sneaks a glance in Taron’s direction.

Taron chuckles weakly at that, but moans softly as Richard's lips wander down his thigh, teeth gently grazing his skin. Then, he finally feels Richard's fingers pulling down his boxers. Only seconds later, his hands are wrapped around Taron’s thighs, spreading his legs open wide. All he can see are Richard's dark curls when looking down. He takes the opportunity to run a hand through them once he feels his tongue push against his hole. "Fuckin' hell..." he sighs deeply and his eyes flutter close at the feeling.

Richard's tongue works wonders along the area and the sounds coming from his lover are music to his ears. Taron writhes underneath his hold on his thighs as Richard’s tongue laps at his entrance. Richard takes a second to place two fingers in his mouth, preparing them with as much spit as he could, before slowly sliding them into Taron one at a time, opening him up just right. A groan erupts from Taron at the sudden again, but it’s pure bliss as his boyfriend slowly works his fingers inside him. But he doesn't stop there as he wraps his lips around his length, sucking softly at the tip. Taron melts as he is taken into Richard’s mouth. The warm and wet sensation is not foreign to him, but it comes as a relief as Richard slowly moves his head lower and lower with each dip of his head.

Taron gasps at the feeling and arches into his touch. Richard's fingers curl up against his prostate whilst his mouth works wonders on him at a steady pace. Already being worked up, Taron is struggling to keep his release at bay. He’s feeling every sensation Richard is giving him. Every tongue flick on his needy length, every time he hits the back of Richard’s throat, every curl of his fingers, every time Richard hallows his cheeks. Every action bringing him closer to the edge and building up that fire in his body. It quickly becomes too much for him to bear and all he can do is gasp and moan louder than before. Unable to warn him of what’s to come, his eyes flutter closed as his orgasm washes over him, leaving him whimpering his name and pulling at his hair. Hot ropes of cum paint the inside of Richard’s mouth and he moans around his length at the feeling. Once he finished, he swallows and slowly pulls away from his lover, giving the tip one last playful lick. Taron comes down from his high, panting softly and a crimson blush settling on his face. "God, I'm sorry." he apologizes breathlessly. His mind was so clouded in pleasure that he couldn’t focus on speaking.

Richard watches him, eyes darkened with lust, and smiles softly. "Nothing to be sorry for." he tells him and wraps his hand around his own cock, stroking himself and moaning at the much needed friction. "I’m gonna make you feel so good. Just like you want, darling." he promises, a devilish grin coming across his features. Taron’s eyes enlarged at his words, and a blush paints itself on his face, his ears hot to the touch. His boyfriend instructs him to move up towards the headboard and he complies. As he settles comfortably on the bed, Richard makes his way towards him, hovering a bit. He reaches into the bedside table and retrieves a bottle of lube. He squirts some into his hand and spreads it over his length, smirking because he catches Taron watching his hand work. The younger man licks his lip, biting down softly after. Richard applies more to his fingers and rubs them over his boyfriend’s entrance, slowly pushing in to coat his walls as best as he can. Taron holds his own legs open with a groan, patiently waiting for more than just his lover’s fingers inside of him.

Richard gently removes his fingers and positions himself over the younger man, holding his length in his hand. Slowly, he begins to make his way inside. Taron whines as Richard pushes into him, finally connecting their bodies. He arches into the movement and groans satisfied when Richard sinks in deep. One hand rests on his shoulder, the other is tangled in his hair, trying to steady himself. Richard gives him time to adjust, spreading kisses all over his neck.

Richard pushes in deep and slow, really relishing the fact that they have all the time in the world for this. It's just them and their love. Something about this slow, loving pace makes the atmosphere soo much more intimate. Makes their moans sound sweeter with each thrust.

Sure, rough sex was amazing too. Dominating your partner in bed while they submitted to your will, all in part to both getting the pleasure desired. The sucks, bites, and slaps that encompassed the moment. Hearing your partner beg for a release after holding out for as long as they could, or that was allowed.

But this moment, this slow and steady rhythm heightens both men’s senses in a way like no other. Their touched gentle and warm as their bodies are engulfed in warm embraces. Kisses so passionate and soft, it left them craving for more with each separation. Bodies intertwined in the most blissful of ways, while swallowing earned moans from the other. It makes goosebumps rise on their skin, but sweat slowly build and trickle down exposed areas. Their bodies move perfectly together and neither wants to stop anytime soon.

They share sweet kisses, muffling each others moans. Tears of pleasure run down Taron's face as Richard's length massages his prostate in a steady rhythm. His next moan is so broken up it makes Richard glance at him a little alarmed.

"Are you okay?" he asks gently and slows down the pace. He gently caresses his face and kisses his jaw.

"Mmm so good..don't stop, Rich." he nods quickly and closes his eyes, mouth falling open with a moan. Taking his word for it, he continues on, matching the speed of his previous pace. "More, pleasee" he begs a little.

Richard decides to change positions, knowing his boyfriend all too well. He pulls out and giggles at the protesting sound that leaves Taron's lips. He sits on his knees and hold his hands out for Taron. "Come here, my love."

Taron gets the hint and takes his hands, sitting up and moving onto his lap, easing him in slowly. He wraps his arms around his neck, legs around his waist, and moans deliciously as he sinks down onto his cock. Moving his hips, he starts riding him in a steady pace. He kisses Richard passionately, nipping and biting at each other’s lips until he slides his tongue into his mouth. Their tongues dancing aggressively with one another.

Richard's hands caress down his sides, settling on his hips to steady him as he thrusts up into him. He moans loudly as Taron rolls his hips down to meet him. It’s pure ecstasy in the air, as both of them had been waiting for this moment for a couple days. Their skin electrifying the other with touches, grips, and tight embraces. Every kiss and bites sending goosebumps. The moans, groans, and whimpers becoming music to their ears, and they will do anything to keep the song going. If only they had been recording this to look back on later. It’s only about them in this moment, which makes it all the more passionate and sultry. It doesn't take long for Taron to find his rhythm and bounce faster on him, moaning obscenely loud as he chases his high. His release had been building steadily. But now, it’s right there, ready to be let go. "Oh God, ohh I'm gonna-." he doesn't finish his sentence as a gasp replaces his words. Richard wraps his arms around him and sends him over the edge with only a few strokes.

Taron groans out his name and cums all over their chests, sloppily moving his hips as he rides through his orgasm. The thick, white ropes painting a picture on their skin. His head sinks onto his shoulder once it washes over and he whimpers a little at the overstimulation.

Now, its Richard’s turn. "Come on, darling. Cum for me." Taron says soft and breathlessly, lovingly fondles through his hair. "My beautiful, handsome, love." he praises him. Richard was very close and all it takes is for Taron to clench around him. The action sends Richard over the edge, a low gutteral groan leaving his swollen lips as he coats his walls with his cum. Taron moans softly at the sound, kissing his neck and jaw as he rides out his orgasm.

They collapse onto the matress together and pant softly. "Tired now?" he asks laughing breathlessly. He looks over at him lazily.

"Absolutely." T smirks and lazily grabs his hand, squeezing it. "Happy Valentine's day." he says softly after a moment.

"Happy Valentine's day, love." he smiles at him sweetly.

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Masterlist - Part 2 (Series)

Here you'll find all the series we've posted, enjoy!

Work Count: 50

Richard Madden x Taron Egerton

Rocketman Series:

The Bitch Is Back

I want love

Saturday night's alright for fighting

Thank you for all your loving

Border Song

Rock and Roll Madonna

Your Song

Amoreena

Crocodile Rock

Tiny Dancer

Take me to the pilot

Hercules

Don't go breaking my heart

Honky Cat

Pinball Wizard

Rocketman

Bennie and the jets

Don't let the sun go down on me

Sorry seems to be the hardest word

Goodbye yellow brick road

I'm still standing

I'm gonna love me again

River Series:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Book of you and I Series:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Madderton Baby Series:

First teeth

First steps

Emilia

She's perfect

Reassurance

Don't be so hard on yourself Series:

Don't be so hard on yourself

Don't be so hard on yourself Prequel

Don't be so hard on yourself Prequel 2

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Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x reader fic where reader goes into labor and they get to the hospital and have their baby?

Hello darling! We already have a fic within the same realm, which you can find here https://writingformadderton.tumblr.com/post/189771428091/love-at-first-sight ☺️ Hope you enjoy! ~Miya💜

Love at First Sight

Joe Mazzello x Reader Word Count: 2604 Summary: You and Joe have been preparing for your new baby to arrive any day now, but you’ve enjoyed

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Hello Hello‼️‼️

To our readers out there who’s still around for the ride, we are taking requests again 😊 So send them in and we’ll try to get them out as fast as we can in between working on the blog and other things 😊 We love you and can’t wait to see your requests! ~Miya, Nati, Amber & Haley💜💜

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Hello my loves :)

Just wanted to pop in here and say Hello! We miss you guys so much and miss writing for the blog. I may or may not have some things in the works for you all to read soon ;) But I hope you guys are still eager to read what's coming. It won't be exactly the consistency it used to be just yet, but I do want to get back to doing what I love most. So I hope you guys are ready for a little treat <3 We love youuuuu. ~Miya💜

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Heyy just a few further words from me as well😂 I can only agree with Miya and I'm currently working on a few things for the blog myself. I can't promise any consistency as well but I'd love to be more active with Miya again for you guys 🥰😊~Nati💜

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Reflections

Ship: Taron x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,006

Summary: While searching for a dress for an upcoming event, you start to feel insecure about your body. It truly takes a toll on you, and Taron catches you in a vulnerable state. (TW!! Insecurities, Body Image, Negative Self-Talk!!)

Author's Note: Fluff, angst, and love!!! First fic posted in a good while, ahhhhh. I'm so nervous for you guys to read this bc I wrote and edited this one alone. This topic hit extremely close to home for me as I have body image issues as well, so I hope it is actually good for you guys! I truly hope you enjoy it. Happy reading! -Miya💜

Requested by Anon:

“I’ve gained 25 pounds Dasia! And the wedding is in 2 weeks!” I grumble out loud to my phone while standing in front of my mirror. Dasia, one of my sisters, was on Facetime with me while I tried on dozens of dresses in my walk-in closet. Our best friend was getting married in 2 weeks and I thought I had something to wear. But I was clearly wrong.

“Stop it! You look gorgeous! What about that sunflower colored dress you bought like a year ago but never wore? I’m pretty sure the tag is still on it.” Dasia throws out another suggestion, while also trying on her own dresses in her home. She gives her body a once over in the dress, but then shakes her head and walks away from her phone to retrieve another option. I study my body in a crucifying manner, the grimace on my face evident.

I look awful. How did I let myself get to this point?

“It probably won’t fit over my disgusting thighs, not to mention my stomach.” The words roll off my tongue, but immediately bring pain to my chest. I run my hands from my chest down to my stomach, the current red maxi dress hugging the new curves in ways I didn’t like.

I turn to the side and try to hide the belly, but the open back catches my attention immediately. I gasp with horror as I catch a glimpse of the newly occurring love-handles settling in. I quickly face front and sigh in despair.

I feel just as bad as I look. I can’t believe I let myself go like this.

I close my eyes and try to hug my body to offer comfort, but my subconscious was eating away at me silently.

Dasia walks back into camera view and studies herself in her full body mirror. Her body now dawning a gorgeous pale blue dress with a high slit. “How about this one for me? I know we can’t wear her colors, but maybe she’ll make an exc- “

Her voice trails off as her attention turns to me on Facetime. She walks closer and kneels in front of the device.

I open my eyes and feel tears start to well up. A shaky breath leaves my lips and my hands grip the dress at the sides, trying to ground myself.

“Darling, look at me.” Dasia calls out to me, a soft expression resting on her face.

I look towards my phone and fight back a sniffle. I look down at the floor in shame.

“Are you in your head, letting your thoughts beat you down?” She asks gently.

“Dasia, I feel like shit. I mean look at me. Who’s gonna want to take pictures with me? No matter what dress I wear, I’m gonna get unwanted attention!” I blurt out harshly. Dasia looks taken aback, but sighs softly.

“Hunny, cut yourself some slack. You have been so busy these last couple months with the new house and job. Taron still thinks you are the most gorgeous specimen walking, for gods sake!” She tries to coax me into cheering up. But my subconscious had already gotten the best of me. I was hearing her words, but none of them stuck.

“Until he doesn’t. Then what?” I spoke just barely loud enough for her to hear. I look in the mirror once more, and it breaks my heart. Shoulders slouching in defeat as my brain betrays my heart with the thoughts running through it. “I…I gotta go. I’ll call you tomorrow and we can decide on something.” I say without a second thought. I walk over and grab my phone, giving her one last glance.

“Sweetheart, please don’t be too hard on yourself. You are beau- “ She tries to finish her sentence, but I hang up quickly. She closes her eyes and sighs. “I love you.” She whispers to herself.

The tears begin to flow freely and my breathing becomes ragged. A sob pours out from my mouth as I sink to the floor and discard my phone. “Fuck!” I yell out. I sit against my wall and try to stop the stream of tears falling. But the more ragged my breathing became, the more the task proved to be too difficult.

Pathetic.

It rings through my head over and over as I try to catch my breath. My heart aches painfully as my mind becomes my worst enemy.

How could I let this happen?

I sit for a half hour until the tears finally stop and my breathing calms down. I tapped my phone screen.

4:30. Taron will be home soon. I need to get dinner started.

With a deep breath, I grab my phone and pick myself up off the floor. I take off the dress still hugging my body and hang it back up. I rub my face and change into shorts and a tee, turning off the light to my walk-in closet once exiting.

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Taron unlocks the front door and walks into the house, a grin on his face as he enters. He had been bombarded with meetings all day for this upcoming film and all he wanted to do was get back to his love. He takes off his shoes by the door. “Honey, I’m home!” He calls out with a chuckle. He looks up and observes the main entry way.

 It’s quiet….too quiet.

“(Y/N)! Are you here?” He calls out again. No answer again.

His eyebrows furrow together as he walks towards the dining room. The smell of home cooking coated the air, but no food nor I sat waiting for him. He walks into the kitchen, but to no avail I was not there. Going over to the stove, he noticed pots filled with freshly cooked sides and the oven light illuminated to reveal the main dish sitting patiently for consumption.

Where is my lovely girlfriend? The thought came to the forefront of his mind. Pulling himself away from the stove, he left the kitchen and searched the living room. Nothing.

He lets out a small sigh and pulls his phone from his back pocket. He quickly dials my number and listens to the ringing. Faintly, my ringtone sounds to his ears and he looks around. He slowly starts following the sound while holding his own phone in his hand. He makes his way upstairs.

“Babe! Baby!” He calls out to me. Now, he was starting to worry. Why weren’t you answering?

But I don’t answer him. I can barely hear him over the sound of my own sobs.

I sit on the floor of my shower, crying uncontrollably as the hot water crashed against my body. I had been in that same position for almost 15 minutes. I’ve tried to pull myself together and get out, but my attempts were met with more tears.

After cooking dinner for myself and Taron, I tried to motivate myself to put something on my stomach. But after what happened earlier, I couldn’t bring myself to swallow anything other than water. So, I left the cooked food on and in the stove, waiting to be served. I wandered back upstairs to take a shower and clear my mind.

Maybe the hot water could wash away my troubles.

15 minutes later, my body was clean, but I couldn’t stop crying. Faintly, I hear my phone ring from inside the bedroom. It was probably Taron calling. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, tears stinging as they fall freely. I hear Taron calling my name. but my voice is too hoarse to respond. So, I continue to sob quietly.

Taron finally makes it into the bedroom and sees the phone on the floor. Raising his eyebrows, he ends the call and picks it up, placing it on top of the dresser. His ears focus on the sound of running water and his attention turns to the bathroom door. He quickly walks in and as his eyes land on my figure, his heart aches.

He quickly makes his way over to the shower and opens the glass door, turning off the water and kneeling down to hug me tight. I wrap my arms tight around his body and take in his scent.

“What happened to you, my love?” He speaks softly, rubbing my back. I respond in a sniffle and tighten my hold on his body. I needed the comfort so badly, and his arms always felt safe. “It’s alright, I’m home now. Everything’s alright.” He says and kisses my temple. I nod and loosen my grip to look in his eyes.

Taron brings his hands to my face and gently holds me, thumbs caressing the sides of my face with such care and tenderness. I melt into his touch, closing my eyes and calming down little by little. He sits with me just like that for a while before I open my eyes once more.

“Hey babygirl.” His lips pull into a small smile when he sees the action. I nestle my face into his hands as a response. “Are you okay to get out of the shower?” He asks in the gentlest voice I have ever heard.

I nod slowly with soft eyes. He smiles and kisses my forehead, slowly standing up and stepping onto the floor mat. He holds out his hands, and I take them happily. After standing, Taron tells me to wait for a second while he grabs a towel. While watching him, my heart flutters as he is set in taking care of me without even knowing the problem.

He comes over with a warm towel and dries me off with the utmost care. I don’t give him any resistance as he does the task. Instead, I take in how soft he is and how he admires my body for what it is. It almost makes me feel ashamed for how I was feeling earlier. I slightly cower away, and he notices the action and slowly stands tall. He wraps the towel tightly around my body and wraps his arms around my waist. Mine wrap around his neck and look into his eyes.

“What’s troubling you, my love?” He whispers while rubbing small circles on my back. I lightly blush and break eye contact, looking down in shame. But he brings one hand to my chin and gently lifts my head with his finger. “No need to hide from me, love.”

Taking a deep breath and clearing my throat, I finally speak after what had felt like hours of crying. “I was feeling in-insecure about my body after trying to find a d-dress for the wedding.” I force the words out of me in a small voice. I see the concern, but a loving aura reflects in Taron’s eyes after I spoke.

He leans down, closes his eyes and kisses me, gentle yet passionate. It slightly catches me off guard, but I immediately melt into the kiss. He pulls away and lays his forehead on mine, looking at me. My eyes remain closed for a bit, then finally open to those blue-green orbs I love the most.

“You know you are the most beautiful girl in this world.” He speaks with confidence.

“Yea, but Taron-“

“No buts darling. You have the body of a goddess. And no matter what you look like, I will always love and adore you.” He says in a firm, but soft manner. He places a kiss on my nose to solidify his statements.

I blush hard and bury my face in his neck. “Do you promise?” I whisper, my heart fluttering and growing warm.

“I promise, my love.” He reassures and rubs my back. My eyes began to water and I hold him tighter. “I love you, from now until the end of time. You will always be beautiful to me, no matter what.” Taron whispers, placing another kiss on my temple.

“I love you too, Taron.” I speak just loud enough for him to hear.

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Reflections

Ship: Taron x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,006

Summary: While searching for a dress for an upcoming event, you start to feel insecure about your body. It truly takes a toll on you, and Taron catches you in a vulnerable state. (TW!! Insecurities, Body Image, Negative Self-Talk!!)

Author's Note: Fluff, angst, and love!!! First fic posted in a good while, ahhhhh. I'm so nervous for you guys to read this bc I wrote and edited this one alone. This topic hit extremely close to home for me as I have body image issues as well, so I hope it is actually good for you guys! I truly hope you enjoy it. Happy reading! -Miya💜

Requested by Anon:

“I’ve gained 25 pounds Dasia! And the wedding is in 2 weeks!” I grumble out loud to my phone while standing in front of my mirror. Dasia, one of my sisters, was on Facetime with me while I tried on dozens of dresses in my walk-in closet. Our best friend was getting married in 2 weeks and I thought I had something to wear. But I was clearly wrong.

“Stop it! You look gorgeous! What about that sunflower colored dress you bought like a year ago but never wore? I’m pretty sure the tag is still on it.” Dasia throws out another suggestion, while also trying on her own dresses in her home. She gives her body a once over in the dress, but then shakes her head and walks away from her phone to retrieve another option. I study my body in a crucifying manner, the grimace on my face evident.

I look awful. How did I let myself get to this point?

“It probably won’t fit over my disgusting thighs, not to mention my stomach.” The words roll off my tongue, but immediately bring pain to my chest. I run my hands from my chest down to my stomach, the current red maxi dress hugging the new curves in ways I didn’t like.

I turn to the side and try to hide the belly, but the open back catches my attention immediately. I gasp with horror as I catch a glimpse of the newly occurring love-handles settling in. I quickly face front and sigh in despair.

I feel just as bad as I look. I can’t believe I let myself go like this.

I close my eyes and try to hug my body to offer comfort, but my subconscious was eating away at me silently.

Dasia walks back into camera view and studies herself in her full body mirror. Her body now dawning a gorgeous pale blue dress with a high slit. “How about this one for me? I know we can’t wear her colors, but maybe she’ll make an exc- “

Her voice trails off as her attention turns to me on Facetime. She walks closer and kneels in front of the device.

I open my eyes and feel tears start to well up. A shaky breath leaves my lips and my hands grip the dress at the sides, trying to ground myself.

“Darling, look at me.” Dasia calls out to me, a soft expression resting on her face.

I look towards my phone and fight back a sniffle. I look down at the floor in shame.

“Are you in your head, letting your thoughts beat you down?” She asks gently.

“Dasia, I feel like shit. I mean look at me. Who’s gonna want to take pictures with me? No matter what dress I wear, I’m gonna get unwanted attention!” I blurt out harshly. Dasia looks taken aback, but sighs softly.

“Hunny, cut yourself some slack. You have been so busy these last couple months with the new house and job. Taron still thinks you are the most gorgeous specimen walking, for gods sake!” She tries to coax me into cheering up. But my subconscious had already gotten the best of me. I was hearing her words, but none of them stuck.

“Until he doesn’t. Then what?” I spoke just barely loud enough for her to hear. I look in the mirror once more, and it breaks my heart. Shoulders slouching in defeat as my brain betrays my heart with the thoughts running through it. “I…I gotta go. I’ll call you tomorrow and we can decide on something.” I say without a second thought. I walk over and grab my phone, giving her one last glance.

“Sweetheart, please don’t be too hard on yourself. You are beau- “ She tries to finish her sentence, but I hang up quickly. She closes her eyes and sighs. “I love you.” She whispers to herself.

The tears begin to flow freely and my breathing becomes ragged. A sob pours out from my mouth as I sink to the floor and discard my phone. “Fuck!” I yell out. I sit against my wall and try to stop the stream of tears falling. But the more ragged my breathing became, the more the task proved to be too difficult.

Pathetic.

It rings through my head over and over as I try to catch my breath. My heart aches painfully as my mind becomes my worst enemy.

How could I let this happen?

I sit for a half hour until the tears finally stop and my breathing calms down. I tapped my phone screen.

4:30. Taron will be home soon. I need to get dinner started.

With a deep breath, I grab my phone and pick myself up off the floor. I take off the dress still hugging my body and hang it back up. I rub my face and change into shorts and a tee, turning off the light to my walk-in closet once exiting.

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Taron unlocks the front door and walks into the house, a grin on his face as he enters. He had been bombarded with meetings all day for this upcoming film and all he wanted to do was get back to his love. He takes off his shoes by the door. “Honey, I’m home!” He calls out with a chuckle. He looks up and observes the main entry way.

 It’s quiet….too quiet.

“(Y/N)! Are you here?” He calls out again. No answer again.

His eyebrows furrow together as he walks towards the dining room. The smell of home cooking coated the air, but no food nor I sat waiting for him. He walks into the kitchen, but to no avail I was not there. Going over to the stove, he noticed pots filled with freshly cooked sides and the oven light illuminated to reveal the main dish sitting patiently for consumption.

Where is my lovely girlfriend? The thought came to the forefront of his mind. Pulling himself away from the stove, he left the kitchen and searched the living room. Nothing.

He lets out a small sigh and pulls his phone from his back pocket. He quickly dials my number and listens to the ringing. Faintly, my ringtone sounds to his ears and he looks around. He slowly starts following the sound while holding his own phone in his hand. He makes his way upstairs.

“Babe! Baby!” He calls out to me. Now, he was starting to worry. Why weren’t you answering?

But I don’t answer him. I can barely hear him over the sound of my own sobs.

I sit on the floor of my shower, crying uncontrollably as the hot water crashed against my body. I had been in that same position for almost 15 minutes. I’ve tried to pull myself together and get out, but my attempts were met with more tears.

After cooking dinner for myself and Taron, I tried to motivate myself to put something on my stomach. But after what happened earlier, I couldn’t bring myself to swallow anything other than water. So, I left the cooked food on and in the stove, waiting to be served. I wandered back upstairs to take a shower and clear my mind.

Maybe the hot water could wash away my troubles.

15 minutes later, my body was clean, but I couldn’t stop crying. Faintly, I hear my phone ring from inside the bedroom. It was probably Taron calling. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, tears stinging as they fall freely. I hear Taron calling my name. but my voice is too hoarse to respond. So, I continue to sob quietly.

Taron finally makes it into the bedroom and sees the phone on the floor. Raising his eyebrows, he ends the call and picks it up, placing it on top of the dresser. His ears focus on the sound of running water and his attention turns to the bathroom door. He quickly walks in and as his eyes land on my figure, his heart aches.

He quickly makes his way over to the shower and opens the glass door, turning off the water and kneeling down to hug me tight. I wrap my arms tight around his body and take in his scent.

“What happened to you, my love?” He speaks softly, rubbing my back. I respond in a sniffle and tighten my hold on his body. I needed the comfort so badly, and his arms always felt safe. “It’s alright, I’m home now. Everything’s alright.” He says and kisses my temple. I nod and loosen my grip to look in his eyes.

Taron brings his hands to my face and gently holds me, thumbs caressing the sides of my face with such care and tenderness. I melt into his touch, closing my eyes and calming down little by little. He sits with me just like that for a while before I open my eyes once more.

“Hey babygirl.” His lips pull into a small smile when he sees the action. I nestle my face into his hands as a response. “Are you okay to get out of the shower?” He asks in the gentlest voice I have ever heard.

I nod slowly with soft eyes. He smiles and kisses my forehead, slowly standing up and stepping onto the floor mat. He holds out his hands, and I take them happily. After standing, Taron tells me to wait for a second while he grabs a towel. While watching him, my heart flutters as he is set in taking care of me without even knowing the problem.

He comes over with a warm towel and dries me off with the utmost care. I don’t give him any resistance as he does the task. Instead, I take in how soft he is and how he admires my body for what it is. It almost makes me feel ashamed for how I was feeling earlier. I slightly cower away, and he notices the action and slowly stands tall. He wraps the towel tightly around my body and wraps his arms around my waist. Mine wrap around his neck and look into his eyes.

“What’s troubling you, my love?” He whispers while rubbing small circles on my back. I lightly blush and break eye contact, looking down in shame. But he brings one hand to my chin and gently lifts my head with his finger. “No need to hide from me, love.”

Taking a deep breath and clearing my throat, I finally speak after what had felt like hours of crying. “I was feeling in-insecure about my body after trying to find a d-dress for the wedding.” I force the words out of me in a small voice. I see the concern, but a loving aura reflects in Taron’s eyes after I spoke.

He leans down, closes his eyes and kisses me, gentle yet passionate. It slightly catches me off guard, but I immediately melt into the kiss. He pulls away and lays his forehead on mine, looking at me. My eyes remain closed for a bit, then finally open to those blue-green orbs I love the most.

“You know you are the most beautiful girl in this world.” He speaks with confidence.

“Yea, but Taron-“

“No buts darling. You have the body of a goddess. And no matter what you look like, I will always love and adore you.” He says in a firm, but soft manner. He places a kiss on my nose to solidify his statements.

I blush hard and bury my face in his neck. “Do you promise?” I whisper, my heart fluttering and growing warm.

“I promise, my love.” He reassures and rubs my back. My eyes began to water and I hold him tighter. “I love you, from now until the end of time. You will always be beautiful to me, no matter what.” Taron whispers, placing another kiss on my temple.

“I love you too, Taron.” I speak just loud enough for him to hear.

[writingformadderton]

Wheeew we have been missed!

There's so many requests we have in our inbox oh my! I will start writing up some stuff today so keep your eyes open :) ~Miya💜

[writingformadderton]

Hello my loves :)

Just wanted to pop in here and say Hello! We miss you guys so much and miss writing for the blog. I may or may not have some things in the works for you all to read soon ;) But I hope you guys are still eager to read what's coming. It won't be exactly the consistency it used to be just yet, but I do want to get back to doing what I love most. So I hope you guys are ready for a little treat <3 We love youuuuu. ~Miya💜

[writingformadderton]

Hey honey bunches, may you please write more male reader fics for Richard Madden and perhaps ikaris? I’ll probably come up with some prompts later if you accept but, may you please?

Hey hun, I would love to try out writing some more for Richard x male reader. What are your thoughts? -N💜

[writingformadderton]

Omg I haven’t opened tumblr in a while and I love this acc so bad for so long OMG

Aww thank you love 😊❤️ We’re a bit inactive with everyone focusing on family and personal things (pandemic included). But we haven’t forgotten you all! We miss writing for you every week and I hope we can make it as lively as ever soon 😊❤️ -Miya💜

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Hi! Could I please request a really smutty Richard piece.. maybe dirty talk and sexy times on FaceTime with reader, or recording something and sending it to you? 💕

Hey :) It has been posted here, I hope it’s what you expected :) -N

https://writingformadderton.tumblr.com/post/650629793334886400/homesick

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Homesick

Ship: Richard x Reader

Word Count: 1786

Summary: Richard is far away shooting another movie and you miss each other. One day you get a special message..

Requested by anon

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Richard had been away from home for two months now and you missed him like hell. You missed his hugs, the way he cuddled you to sleep, his voice.....you could go on like this for hours. But that wouldn’t bring you any closer to him, would it?

Nowadays, all you wanted was to take a few days off of work and fly across the ocean to be reunited with your husband again. But you had a lot of work to do and couldn’t just disappear for a few days without raising questions. Though your stress and anxiety levels in your body combined with the lack of sleep begged your body to rest, there just was so much to do that walking away from it for a little bit seemed like trouble.

Your day had started out pretty normal. You left for work on time and had a quick call with Rich, getting breakfast on the way to the office. The two of you talked for a little longer when you got settled at work, but then he had to be on set. Saying your goodbyes and I love yous, you parted ways and began your busy workloads.

At the moment, you were sat at your desk, trying to focus on the document in front of you. You’ve at least read the same line over and over again, but your brain wouldn’t accept it. Sighing, you stood and got some fresh water to drink, opened the window and tried to relax a little. Maybe moving around a bit would help. Taking a sip of your water, you walk back to your chair and sit. You start reading the page again from the top. It seemed to be working....until you got to the middle of the page. Mind blank. Guess that didn’t work. You sighed and closed your eyes.

Suddenly, a ping rang through the air. You look over at your phone. A text from Richard. You grabbed your phone, unable to hide a little smile.

Rich: Hey, babygirl. How’s your day?

You: Exhausting. Can’t get anything done. Can’t focus.

Rich: You need to get rid of that stress.

You: No shit, love.

A frown appeared on your face and you rolled your eyes. What kind of advice was that? Of course you needed to get rid of the stress and take a break. But that couldn’t just happen overnight, and Richard knows that just as well as you do.

Rich: Maybe I can help??

You: How?

Rich: You’ll see in a bit.

Frowning, you put your phone down again, knowing you wouldn’t get anything out of him. Richard was very sneaky when he wanted to be. You sigh a little and decide to try once more, reading through the document again. After twenty minutes, you didn’t make any progress, making you groan softly. He probably fell asleep, you mumble to yourself. Not long after that thought, your phone pings on the desk again. Another message from Richard, but this time with an attachment.

Rich: Don’t watch without your headphones

Wait...what? You turn the sound off on your phone and lean in closer to hide your screen a little. At first, you could see Richard settled in the armchair of his hotel, speaking directly to his phone. He has a bit of cheeky smile on his face and a sneaky spark in his eyes. "What are you up to?" you mumble suspiciously.

Then his face relaxes. His jaw drops a little, mouth falling open and... Your eyes widen once you realize what he's doing. The way his eyes flutter close a little. The camera switches and now you could see his hand wrapped around his dick.

You bite your lip hard to stop any sound from coming out of your mouth as you watch his hand moving over his length, thumb teasing his tip, hips bucking up a bit into the touch. "Fuck" you breathe out quietly and press your legs together as you feel the familiar heat rising in your body. The tugging in your stomach, your folds getting wet. You couldn't possibly continue to work now, right? He literally ruined your focus.

Luckily you were free to come and go as you pleased. You just had to be there at least once a week and hand in your stuff on time. You quickly send him a text.

You: Damn you, I'm still at work.

Rich: Mm I know that. Now get home and relax.

You: Damn tease, you're not even there.

Rich: Who knows? Maybe I'll be home in a couple weeks, taking care of you properly. Won't let you leave until I make you fun at least three times.

You bite back a moan, trying to ignore the way these words excite you. But with Richard, it wasn’t that easy. Quickly you gather your things and throw everything into your bag. You grab your keys and headphones, making your way outside after saying goodbye to your coworkers.

Rich: Let me see how pretty you look while you get rid of that tension ;)

You: Maybe

You get into your car and drive home, parking in your garage. After letting down the garage door behind you, you relax into your seat and try to sort your thoughts. Your body was practically screaming for a release, thanks to Richard. And you were still curious about the audio in that video. Glancing at your phone only convinces you to watch it again now. You connect your headphones to your phone and open the video. Putting both of them into your ears, you step out of the car, grabbing your handbag and press play.

At first, Richard rambles something sweet into the camera and you can't help but smile as you unlock the door to your house. The moment you close the door behind you, a soft moan falls from his lips and you put down your bag, eyes focused on the video. Walking into the kitchen, you grab a glass of water and walk into the living room, pulling the curtains closed. A deep moan rings through your ears and you practically fall onto the sofa, eyes fixating on your phone's screen. You watch the whole video first, squirming a little on the sofa. His moans work you up, make it almost impossible not to touch yourself. But you wanted to see it first.

The moment he cums and moans out your name in pure bliss, you pull down your jeans and underwear, throwing them off the sofa. You restart the video and relax back into the sofa, hand wandering down between your legs. Not wasting any time, you run your fingers through your folds, collecting the wetness and going back up to your clit. Rubbing your fingers over it, you moan relieved and sink deeper into the sofa. This felt way too good after all this time. You imagined it was Richard touching you this way and his moans in your ear only fed this fantasy. Oh how you missed his touch.

It didn't take long for you to fuck yourself with your own fingers, hips moving needy, thumb still rubbing your clit. Oh how you longed for Richard to fill you up with his dick, making you cum. You clench around your fingers needy and moan frustrated as it didn't get you enough pleasure. It was good, but it wasn’t him. So you grab your phone, stop the video and call Richard.

"Yes gorgeous?" he picks up almost immediately.

"I fucking hate you." you groan softly and get up, going upstairs and falling onto your bed.

"And why's that?" he asks chuckling. God how you missed that sound.

You open the drawer of your bedside table and grab the lube and a vibrator you had for occasions like this. "Because you made me all needy and now you're not even there to take care of me." you pout. You open the tube of lube and coat the vibrator in it.

"Well I can still help." he chuckles, becoming distracted by your needy moan as you push the vibrator into your needy hole. "Let me see you." he says, his voice a little deeper than before.

"Give me a moment." You say and moan loudly as the vibrator slips fully inside of you. "Fuck." you pant softly and switch to a video call.

Richard's blue eyes beam with joy seeing your face again. "Look at you. Just gorgeous, love."

You smile a little and move your hips, getting adjusted. Impatiently, you grab the remote and turn it on. Your mouth falls open in a moan almost immediately, eyes fluttering a little.

"I know that look. You’re not just using your fingers." he smirked. "Let me see."

You nod and move your hand holding your phone further down, giving him a good look at your opened legs. Your other hand moving the vibrator in and out of you, hips moving steadily. You smirk succeeding at his little groan and you arch your back into the vibrating sensation.

"I see" he nodded. "Well then love, you better get started and we'll pretend it's me making you sound this perfect".

No need for further instruction. You sit up a little and angle your phone so it films your whole body. Richard has the same idea as it seems, his actions mirroring yours. Seeing him wrapping his hand around his dick again, you moan and lean against the headboard. Grabbing the remote, you turn up the vibration and whine softly, clenching around the toy.

Richard's praises and moans push you closer to the edge sooner than you would've liked. You can feel your stomach flipping and your breath fastening.

"B-Babe." you moan out and grab the sheets with your free hand, fucking yourself with the toy.

Richard knows that sound all too well. "Doing so-oh good, taking me so well." he gets out between his shuddering moans. "Cum for me darling."

That's all you needed, throwing your head back in a loud groan, his name falling from your lips, and clenching hard around the toy. Your body shudders through your intense orgasm as it washes over you. You grab the remote and turn off the toy panting, quickly becoming over stimulated.

That's when Richard comes for the second time. Seeing you this fucked out just sends his own mind and body into bliss. You ease the toy out and pant softly, sinking into your pillow and grabbing your phone.

Your lazy smile meets his and you both chuckle. "I love you" you breathe out.

"I love you too" he smiles. "Can't wait for next week" he winks at you and you beam a little.

"I'll be waiting for you" you smirk.

[writingformadderton]

I saw your Richard Madden x Male reader, which I LOVED. I was wondering if you still write?

First of all, I'm so happy to hear that you loved it! And yes, even though I'm struggling a bit with writing at the moment, I still write yes😄-N💜

[writingformadderton]

I think you should stay

Ship: Eggvid

Word Count: 2164

Summary: After their rough evening Eggsy isn't ready to give up on them just yet. He decides to talk to David, wanting to understand his boyfriend. Things go more or less okay until Eggsy gets seriously hurt...

Additional Tags: Eggvid, fluff, angst, hurt

Requested via ask by: anon

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Eggsy looked at himself in the mirror and sighed softly. It had been two weeks since things went wrong between him and Dave. Two weeks without a word, a call, or even a single message from the man. He knew he had to talk to him soon…

Today.

He reconsidered it for a moment before calling in at the HQ, needing a day off. His head was spinning.

Dave really did hurt Eggsy with his decision. But he also knew where this sudden outburst was coming from, how he was trying to protect him. He knew David meant well, probably feeling like a burden. But Eggsy wasn’t ready to give up on them, not after everything they’ve been through together. So he’d try to talk to him, calmly and willing to understand. Today was the day the silence was broken….

David was upstairs in his home, closing the buttons of his shirt, when he heard someone entering downstairs. He frowned softly and grabbed his gun from his bedside table, carefully walking downstairs. Checking the front door, he realized it was locked and stood still for a moment. Was he hearing things?

He rolled his eyes at himself and stepped towards the kitchen, gun raised and ready. But as he crossed the threshold, he recognized the intruder immediately. “Oh for fucks sake!” he lowered his gun. “You can’t just come in here without a warning!”

Eggsy raised his eyebrows, leaning against the counter. “I have a key?” David put his gun down on the counter, ignoring his comment. “So…”

“What are you doing here?” David asked and glanced at his watch. He had to leave for work soon.

“I wanna talk,” he said. “Right now. Not later, not tomorrow.”

Dave bit back a sigh and nodded. “Give me a moment.” He went back upstairs and got his suit jacket and badge. It wasn’t long before he was back in Eggsy’s presence, finishing getting himself ready for the day.

Eggsy’s eyes wandered over him as he closed the buttons of his blue suit, looking handsome as always.

"So? I have to be at work soon. And shouldn't you be out saving the world somewhere?" he asked curtly, grabbing his badge.

Eggsy snorted softly. "First of all, I can't save the world if I’m worrying about you." he said and saw David's face fell a little. "And I talked to Kim. You have the day off." Eggsy crossed his arms over his chest.

"You can't just cancel my work. There are people who need me and-." he protested.

"Yes, I can. Because I need you right now. We have something to talk about." he spoke gently, but David could see he wouldn't take 'No' for an answer.

"Alright." he nodded gently, putting his badge and gun away.

"Okay." he exhaled softly. "Let's go for a walk? I could use some fresh air."

David nodded and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Let's go then."

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It was warm outside, sun was shining a little even though some clouds were covering the sky. It would probably rain later. The two had been walking at a slow pace, side by side, in an odd silence. Eggsy glanced over at David for what seemed like the 100th time, and gathered the courage to start the conversation. "Why did you do it?"

"Do what?" David asked, looking over at him.

"Push me away." Eggsy said gently.

"I'm…" Dave clenched his jaw and stared into the distance, continuing to walk. He knew the answer, but he also knew that wasn't a good enough reason for Eggsy. He wanted to protect him and get him away from these dangerous circumstances and odd phases he would have from time to time.

Eggsy noticed his silence and proposed an idea to get it moving a bit more. "How's about getting some breakfast first? I'm starving."

"Sounds good." David nodded and followed him into a cafe nearby. He got them a table in the corner of the room for some privacy and sat down.

Eggsy ordered them some scrambled eggs with tomatoes and a nice warm bagel. "I hope that's alright."

"Thank you." he nodded. The smell made his mouth water and they started eating instantly.

After a few minutes, Eggsy spoke again. "Listen Dave, I'm not mad or anything. I just wanna talk about what happened and figure this out. That's alright?" he asked gently and David nodded slowly.

"About that night… I'm sorry for snapping at you," he said and looked at him, apologetically.

"Did you ever love me? Or was I just someone to help pass the time?" he asked bluntly. David's eyes widened a little.

"Of course I love you." he protested. "Eggsy I…I didn't say what I said because I stopped loving you."

He nodded, feeling relieved. "You broke my heart, you know," he said quietly and stared at his plate, tears brimming his eyes. "Saying you don't believe in me loving you," he added in a low tone.

David bit his lip thinking back. That really hadn't been fair. "I'm -."

Eggsy cut him off. "So I went back to my place, thinking about it. Thinking about what I did or didn't do to make you feel this way." he raised his eyebrows at him. "Because you get pretty honest when you're emotional."

David put down his fork and shook his head. "It's not that I don't believe you or in your love," he said and looked at him, hoping he'd believe him. "It's just… that I don't want to. Because I'm… Because I don't deserve it." he said quietly, throat tightening a little.

Eggsy carefully took his hand and David let him. "Yes, you do, David. You deserve every tiny bit of love I have for you." he scanned him over for a moment. But he could tell he wasn’t convinced. "Let's finish eating and talk outside, okay?" he asked and Dave nodded, Eggsy squeezed his hand softly.

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They continued walking through town, quiet at first, both caught up in their thoughts. Eggsy replayed that night over and over again in his head, thinking about how hurt he was and how he just wanted them to be okay again.

David knew he wasn't in the right space to do him any good at the moment. But how could he protect Eggsy's pure heart if not even that evening could convince him to stay away for good?

Suddenly, a loud bang made both men flinch and get out of their thoughts. Before Eggsy could react, David already guarded him with his own body. Eggsy realized what the noise had been and looked up at him, gently cupping his face. "Dave, breathe," he spoke softly, feeling him shaking. "It was just a balloon, we're safe."

David exhaled and the shock slowly lessened. "I'm sorry," he said quietly and bit his lip.

"It's okay, we're okay," he said and rubbed his side. And before he knew what he was doing, Eggsy pulled him into a hug and David buried his face in his shoulder. He held him close and gently fondled over his hair. "Breathe, love. Nice and easy." he encouraged him softly.

Dave held onto Eggsy for a moment, the familiar touches calming him a little. "I'm sorry, I thought it was -." he sighed.

"I know, it's alright." Eggsy assured him. He squeezed him softly and pulled back. "Let's go?" he asked, offering him his hand.

David nodded and took it, following his lead into a park. They sat down at a bench, still holding hands. The simple touch grounding them both.

"Eggsy, I gotta be honest with you." he started and glanced at him shortly. "I love you. I really do and you mean so much to me...But I - I don't think I can handle a relationship right now." he spoke as his eyes brimmed with tears. "And I know you deserve so much better than this, but I just can't right now."

"I know." he said quietly and nodded, tears in his own eyes. "I'll always be there for you and...you take all the time you need, okay?" he put on a brave smile, but a tear fell down his cheek. "But promise me one thing, David. Take care of yourself…and let me check up on you from time to time."

He nodded and bit his lip, holding back tears. "Okay." Their eyes met for a moment and David pulled him onto his lap, hugging him tightly.

Eggsy rested his head against his shoulder and held him close. Physically, it felt comfortable, but his mind was still wandering. "We'll be okay, right? This isn't the end for us?" he asked quietly.

"This isn't the end." he shook his head and rubbed his back. "We'll be okay one day"

They stayed there for a while, just holding each other. Neither of them wanted this, but knew it was best to be apart for the time being.

"I'll always love you. Okay?" Dave asked softly.

"I'll always love you too." Eggsy nodded, giving him a gentle squeeze.

Two months later...

Things had been okay since their conversation that day. David went back to therapy and saw Eggsy a few times a week. They were still close, just not a couple at the moment. Both of them felt comfortable with it, getting closer and understanding one another better as friends.

But one day, Dave got a call from Roxy, telling him something went wrong on Eggsy's mission and he was on his way back to London. He had been shot several times and lost a lot of blood. There was a possibility he wouldn't make it.

David was at Kingsman's headquarters in no time, meeting Roxy who led him through the compound. They waited there for Eggsy to arrive and once he saw him, his stomach turned. He was covered in blood, pale and barely breathing.

"Dave." he whimpered softly in pain, seeing him.

He went over and grabbed his hand. "I'm here. You'll be okay, love." he said and gently fondled back his hair. "Don't you dare giving up."

"Won't…gimme a kiss." he said quietly and smiled as he did. "See ya, luv."

David squeezed his hand and let go off him to let the doctors work. "See ya" he whispered anxiously. Roxy rubbed his arm gently and led him to a sitting area, staying with him to support her friends. Now, the waiting game.

-

Eggsy had been in surgery for hours and they almost lost him. David had been there the whole time, anxiously waiting for someone to tell him he'd be okay. He didn't sleep all night and made his way to Eggsy's room as soon as they allowed him.

He stepped in quietly and exhaled softly as he saw him there sleeping. Dave made his way over and gently took his hand into his, rubbing his knuckles.

Sitting down heavily, he held his hand in both of his and planted a soft kiss onto his knuckles. Suddenly, his brain seemed to realize what just happened and his eyes brimmed with tears, relieved that Eggsy was alright. He closed his eyes and felt tears make their way down his cheeks before dropping onto their hands. His eyes opened as he felt Eggsy's hand wiping his cheeks.

"Hey handsome. No reason to cry." he said softly.

"Oh yes, I do." he insisted, looking down at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about." he said, teasing and bit back a grin.

David couldn't hold back a soft laugh. "You're the worst sometimes. And a fucking idiot for going out there alone without backup...I told you about that a thousand times"

"Just like I told you you're perfect to me a thousand times." he shot back.

"Seems we both have trouble listening." David chuckled weakly and squeezed his hand. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry, Dave. I'll be more careful the next time." he said and smirked as David just snorted softly, rolling his eyes. He fully took in David’s appearance and his heart ached a bit. "You should get some sleep. You look tired."

David nodded and got up. "I better get going then."

Eggsy grabbed his hand. "I…I think you should stay." he said softly and scooted over a little to make some room for him.

"Are you sure?" he asked softly. Eggsy nodded and so he settled down in bed next to him. David smiled as Eggsy cuddled up into him a little.

They were silent for a moment. "Dave?" he asked gently.

"Mmm?" he hummed tiredly.

"Can you stay? Like before?" he asked quietly. "I miss you."

He was quiet for a bit before answering. "Yeah, I can stay. I miss you too."

Eggsy pushed himself up to look at him and smiled softly. "Gimme a kiss" he smirked.

David kissed him lovingly before letting him rest against him. "We should get some sleep. I love you."

"Love ya too." he smiled.

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Could I request a very smutty valentine's day madderton? The ❤

I know I’m terribly late with that one and I’m so sorry about that! Miya and I had to fix some email issues and school stuff :) I hope you like it and it’s what you expected. 

It’s posted here: https://writingformadderton.tumblr.com/post/645480980474380288/valentines-day

-N 💜