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1-imaginary-girl · 8 months

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I’ll Take Care of You Pt. 2

Eggsy Unwin x Reader

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

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

Word Count: 3824

Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, now you know. Satisfied?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

†††

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Duh!”

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

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

“Is that Merlin? Tell him I say hi!”

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

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

“He says hi back.”

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

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

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

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

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

†††

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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specialagentlokitty · 2 months

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Eggsy x reader - crush at first sight

Hello! Could I request an Eggsy from Kingsman x reader with this dialogue "You come here often?" "Well, I work here. So I think I would have to say yes"?Only if you want to of course! 😄 - Anon💜

Walking down the hallways, you glanced at your watch as you picked up your pace a little bit to try and make it in time for your meeting.

You were running late as it was, and you didn’t want to be anymore late than necessary.

You turned the corner, all but crashing into somebody who was heading in the same direction and he grabbed your arms, spinning you around so you landed on him.

He let out a grunt of pain as he hit the floor, and you rolled off him, standing up as you held out your hand to him.

“I’m terribly sorry!”

The man grinned at you a little bit, and he took your hand to stand up, brushing down his suit.

He wore a cocky smirk on his face as he glanced you up and down.

“Are you lost?”

“Nope, I know exactly where I’m going.”

You offered him a smile and carried on your path, and he jogged after you, falling in line with your steps.

“What’s your name?”

“Need to know basis.”

“Okay, what if I told you mine?”

You glanced at the man next to you, you recognised him immediately, he was the recruit your uncle had brought in not long ago.

“You come here often?”

You glanced at him as you stopped outside the door you needed, and you smirked a little, looking him up and down like he had done to you.

“Well, I work here. So I think I would have to say yes.”

With that, you pushed open the door and walked inside, and he trailed behind you.

“I see you finally met Eggsy.” Merlin said.

You nodded, walking over to stand next to him.

Merlin placed his hand on your shoulder, handing you a paper file.

“This is of the upmost importance, we cannot leave any digital trace, will you read this while I get Eggsy up to date on everything?” He asked.

You looked up at him, smiling softly.

“Of course.”

You sat down, opening the file to go through everything that had been collected and put together for you.

You set the file down, picking up a few of the photos of the targets you had been given.

You could hear Merlin and Eggsy talking by the doorway, having a hushed conversation and the whole time Eggsy’s eyes were on you.

You heard the sound of somebody being smacked, and a yelp of pain.

“If you know what’s good for you Eggsy I know suggest that you stop looking at (Y/N) like that.”

“Like what?! I wasn’t looking at her any way!” Eggsy complained.

Merlin walked over, taking a seat next to you, picking up one of the photos.

“It will be a simple recon mission, you are not to engage, do you understand me?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Look at me.”

You turned to Merlin, and he furrowed his brows a little bit.

“Promise me you will not engage the target.”

“I promise.”

He nodded his head.

“You’ll be working with Eggsy.”

Eggsy walked over, taking the file he was handed so he could go through it as well.

You spent the next hour talking about plans of action, what to do in an emergency, if you’ve been made as agents.

You covered every possible worst case scenario and finally you stood up.

“Eggsy get ready, meet me in an hour.”

“Wait, I thought we took orders from Merlin?”

“Aw how cute you’re so stupid.”

You walked across the room to grab Merlin’s laptop and walked back over with it, setting it down.

“(Y/N) outranks you by many years Eggsy.”

“Seriously? Aren’t we the same age?”

“You could call it the family business.” You shrugged.

You went to grab your travel bag, and you made your way back to the room to wait for the other agent who came through not long later.

He set his bag next to yours and stood in front of you and Merlin.

“Be safe, both of you.”

“We will.” You both said.

You turned around to check your bag over once more.

“Oh, and Eggsy?”

The man hummed a little bit.

“If you try make a move on my daughter I will know and it will end badly for you.”

“Daughter?!”

You laughed loudly, walking over to Merlin and you wrapped him in a hug.

“Love you dad, thanks for that. I’m going to put up with this now.”

“Love you too, and I know, it’s punishment for putting salt in my tea last week. Now go, before you miss your train.”

You nodded, grabbing your bag as you walked into the hallway and Eggsy was already running after you asking as many questions as he possible could

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madlittlecriminal · 7 months

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Hiya! It was my 21st on the 17th! Could I get a birthday request with any of the following characters?

Spencer Reid Miguel O'Hara Eggsy Jonathan Crane Hobie Brown.

As always Im a sucker for confession stories and major fluffiness haha

GN!Reader's Birthday [blurbs]

omg happy belated birthday love! i hope your birthday was amazing! i did all of them because i love them all and i couldn't decide.

Warnings: age gap, fluff, mentions of alcohol

note: hi. if you're new, welcome! i typically write my characters soft. any character here that you feel is out of character is because im a firm believer that they are soft strictly for their s/o no matter how grumpy or evil they are.

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Spencer Reid (established relationship):

With a memory like his, your birthday would always end up in you being spoiled with your favorite things. This year was different since you both were dating, and he wanted to make it extra special for you. Not only did he get you your favorite cake flavor, but he also took the whole week off of work for you, wanting to make it extra special for you. He cooked a dinner for you...but the recipe was wrong, so the food was a bit saltier than anything else, so you both just ordered take out instead and watched your favorite movie on the couch and cuddling.

Miguel O'Hara (friends to lovers/confession):

You were one of the few people he liked, so when Jess mentioned it was your birthday, he mumbled a soft "mierda" (shit) before rushing out of his office and heading to a nearby panadería (bakery) and bought a cake, asking the man behind the counter to write your name on it and rushing back to the Society building. Funny enough, your name was now smeared all over the cake, making you laugh when you saw it. You would thank him, and he'd smile. To you, that was the best birthday gift you could ask for...right? Well, it would've been if Miguel didn't end up turning into a major softy and confessed his love for you.

Eggsy (established relationship):

He would invite you to a pub to celebrate with a few drinks after taking you out to dinner. Naturally, he would tell the waiter that it was your birthday, so the other waiters and waitresses would come out with a dessert and sing the happy birthday song. You were in between wanting to hate him or wanting to love him since he got you a free dessert but made a big deal out of it. At the pub, he'd buy your favorite drink (alcohol-free or not) and would simply just talk to you about his job that you knew had nothing to do with tailoring suits. The night would eventually end with him giving you a ride home and kissing you goodnight.

Jonathan Crane (friends to lovers/confession):

This man was something else. He wasn't sure what to do for your birthday and he was stressed. The one time when you both became best friends, he gifted you the knowledge of knowing he was Scarecrow...but that was two years ago. He was losing his mind on what to do, so he kept it simple and invited you to his place for a movie. He tried baking a cake, he really did, but this man was a whiz in the kitchen of a lab, not of a home. He gave you a shy smile when he showed you the burnt cake and you thanked him for at least trying. Instead, he lit a pumpkin shaped candle and told you to make a wish; he decorates early for Halloween, don't judge him. The night ends with you cuddled up against him after he told you he loved you more than a friend.

Hobie Brown (established relationship):

To say that he confused you in the best way was an understatement. He told you birthdays weren't his thing, but it seemed like for you, he would do absolutely anything. He bought you cupcakes to celebrate and told you his gift would be different than every other year. It kind of saddened you since you loved going on protests with him, but alas, you waited for the gift. When he took out his electric guitar and played a song you didn't recognize with it. Once he was done, you tilted your head to the side, and he told you he wrote it for you as a gift for your birthday. You would then thank him and gave him a kiss on his cheek. You both shared the cupcakes, but you drew a smiley face on his cheek with some icing, causing him to laugh and kiss you softly.

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ariyanaa · 1 year

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Boyfriend<33

#jack daniels #kingsman golden circle #kingsman #eggsy unwin #harry hart #agent whiskey #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #javier pena #javi gutierrez #din djarin #pedro pascal x you

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shieldedreams · 1 year

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a little dream come true (e.u.)

summary ⇾ eggsy remembers just how he met you–be it chance, be it fate–and remembering it every now and then brings a smile to his face (yours too) details ⇾ 1,715 words / eggsy unwin x data-analyst!reader / gn!reader / 🌸 fluff / merlin being the biggest shipper of you two (we do not talk about the golden circle...)

the kingsman headquarters grow quiet in the thick of the night, as it always does. eggsy finds himself down one of the hallways, making his way towards a specific office to find his favorite person. he slows down when he passes by a door that looks familiar. backtracking a couple of steps, he looks through the small window and the sight refreshes his memory. his memory of when he first met you.

heavy breathing. loud ringing in eggsy’s ears. he can’t hear or think straight. he’s about to lose his god damned mind from all this intense training but he knows he’s got to get a grip. he’s made it this far–top two–there’s no fucking way he’s stopping now. he came so close to being ran over by a train; if he can pass that, he can surely pass this.

he finds himself in a small room with nothing but a person tied to a bomb. there’s no door, no window, nothing. he’s torn in this situation, unsure of how to go about this when it seems like there’s only one path to doing what’s right. he’s gone as far as to make sure you’re safe but the only thing left is the bomb to diffuse. as far as his prior background experience goes, he’s only got thirty seconds to spare. there’s no way out, no form of help apart from his conscience and the bag over your head to cover your whimpers.

he manages to grip onto your shoulders, telling you to find your way out as soon as the bomb goes off and that it wasn’t your fault. none of this was. though he knows you can’t comprehend it with the onslaught of tears and whimpering, eggsy’s said his piece. he throws himself with the bomb as far away from you as possible despite the lack of space to begin with.

with his eyes clenched shut and quivering lips along with the image of his mother and baby sister in his mind as his fading thoughts, the impact... comes in a form of a sweet voice cooing him from his imagination. he flinches when the bomb stops ticking and instead of exploding him to bits, it... shuts down? he blinks a couple of times to make sure he isn’t dreaming but when he comes face to face with you, the bag now off of your head, eggsy sucks in a breath.

“congratulations, eggsy unwin. you’ve passed the test.”

his brows are furrowed, accepting your hand up to his feet as he blinks at you, “w-what?”

a doorway suddenly appears, the simulation-like room disappears to a simple bedroom with wooden walls... as they remain contained in a glass cube. it clicks in eggsy’s mind that everything wasn’t real, though his heart giving out just may be it.

he still doesn’t know what to say, how to react. a part of him thinks this isn’t real but when you lure him out of the glass box, towards the bed, he immediately flops down to take a seat. with a small smile, you offer him a cup of water he accepts, still confused but he knows an explanation is coming as you take a seat next to him.

he appreciates how you allow him to take a couple of breaths first. though, he’s uncertain if it’s because of what he just went through that’s making his heart somersault like this or if it’s the proximity between the pair of you. it doesn’t help that he’s able to look at you up-close, watching you watch him. it’s... a weird feeling. comforting, yet it’s making him nervous.

“as a kingsman, it’s important to put others before yourself. in that moment, when you decided to take the bomb with you and step away as far from me as possible, you’ve passed the test.”

eggsy chugs down the water, eyeing the bag on the glass floor he’s certain was over your head. you chuckle when you match his line of sight. “oh, that’s transparent, by the way. i could see everything.” you reach to take his emptied cup when he looks like he’s done with it. your fingers brush over his gently, almost electrifying his body upon contact that he tries not to flinch. he’s obviously failed when you snort.

“i’m sure merlin will give you brownie points for positive reassurance. not many would know how to comfort another right before their demise.” you rise to your feet. “he’ll be here in–”the door cracks open and it changes the course of your intended sentence–”right now, as it seems,”

“there’s my favorite member of staff,” merlin greets, stepping in just as you turn to face him, “y’know, i’m sensing a little bias here.”

merlin gasps, “me? biased? no, can’t be.” the two of you laugh it off, leaving eggsy very confused but he doesn’t interrupt just yet.

“i’ll be off then. congratulations again, eggsy.” you raise the cup at–”merlin,”

he salutes you playfully, “y/n.”

when the door closes along with your leave, that’s when merlin notices how quiet eggsy has been. merlin carefully sits next to the young man, patting his shoulder, “you alright there? not quite like you to be stumped over something like this when you were more than ready to get run over by a train.”

the first thing that eggsy asks is: “who was that?”

merlin chuckles, pulling his hand back from eggsy’s shoulder, “that’s y/n. they’re one of our top data analysts but they’ve got some experience from field. they saved me once, hence, the reason why they’re my favorite but don’t tell no one, alright?”

eggsy nods quietly, still staring at the direction you left. he notices he’s quiet when merlin has this shit-eating grin on his face, clearly understanding that you left an impression on him.

“if you say anything about this, i will personally chop your balls off, merlin.”

“oh, i wonder why would you do that when i could give you a reason to see them?”

“...merlin, if you’re serious i will love you forever.”

merlin was indeed serious. that day was the first unofficial date you went on with eggsy merely minutes after meeting him for the first time. eggsy still remembers it like it was yesterday despite it being a couple of years ago. the fond memory lives in his mind and–”best have someone familiar in your mind when you look through that specific window.”

it seems you’ve snapped him out of his reverie when his shoulders flinch just a bit. he turns to you, that cheeky smile forming from a small one, to a wide grin as he makes the move to walk towards you. despite being in public, eggsy has never shied away from showing you his affection.

his hands almost immediately reach for your waist, even if you try to swat them away with we’re in public! his response is always nah, don’t really care, and you feel the security wrapped around your waist and the adoration kissing the side of your head as eggsy hugs you. although it’s late in the kingsman headquarters, it doesn’t mean that it’s completely empty. there’s a potential risk of someone coming by (even though the entire bloody corporation knows by now) and it still makes you shy every now and then.

you’re about to succumb into his embrace, until a peek over eggsy’s shoulder allows you to meet with–oh–”not in the hallways, kids. pack it up and move somewhere private.”

with a muffled huff, you’re about to push eggsy away but he remains firm, locking his arms around you as he calls off to merlin who promptly walks past, “oh piss off, merlin. don’t act like you weren’t rooting for us in the beginning.”

merlin looks like he’s about to let it go, but he backtracks so that he can get a glimpse of you, “oh yeah, forgot to tell ya, lover boy over here has been head over heels since day one. and i’m not talking about the first date.”

merlin only sticks around enough for it to hit you, and then he’s winking at eggsy before he’s off. when it’s just you and eggsy again, you turn to face him and he’s effectively avoiding eye contact, arms shifting around your waist.

“is he talking about your test? that’s the first time?”

you watch as eggsy’s mouth open and close a couple of times, before he musters up: “l-look, merlin’s just talking straight out of his arse–”the slight raise of your brow and small pout is all it takes for eggsy to crack”–and–oh for fuck’s sake, yes. that’s the first time!” you press your lips together to stop yourself from laughing, it’s harder when eggsy pulls away with a scoff.

“might’ve been gassed out of my mind but i know a pretty thing like you when i see one. just so happens it’s one that makes me feel all sorts of things even before i get to know them.”

patiently, you wait until he’s done with his little rant and he notices you’re waiting. oh, how polite. he looks at you with a sigh, “go on, make fun of me already. call me a hopeless romantic and all that bullsh...”

eggsy only processes what had happened when you’re a couple of steps away. sure, the two of you have kissed and gotten intimate plenty of times already since getting together but it’s the small moments like these that truly create an uproar in the butterflies in his stomach. your hushed giggle, the soft yet urgent kiss planted to his cheek, that giddy buzz that surrounds you as you quickly pull away. it’s... the smallest things that rile him up the most, and it’s working.

“again...” he says, now walking towards you as you walk away, “again! come back here!”

you squeal as you try to make a run for it, eggsy hot on your trail as he chases you back towards your office. merlin scoffs a laugh as he’s waiting for his coffee from the machine nearby, shaking his head but well-aware he’s the reason for all of this to begin with. he’s mighty proud when he gets his drink, making his way towards his office and notices the happiness radiating from both eggsy and you down the hall.

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your-averagewriter · 8 months

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Can you please write a steamy make out scene with Eggsy Unwin x fem!reader? Tysmm

Summary: Eggsy comes back early from a mission and neither of them are wasting any time together.

Word count: 1.0k

Warnings: Kissing, making out, mention of nakedness? steamy but not smut, suggestiveness.

My eyes struggle to focus on the TV screen in front of me, some movie playing but I couldn’t tell you which, I stopped watching a while ago, just thinking about when Eggsy is gonna come home. He’s been gone a few weeks now on some sort of mission that neither of us know when it’s gonna end, could be tomorrow or it could be another week.

I nearly drift off to sleep, my head perfectly resting against the pillow of the sofa as I watch the characters on the screen as they run around before the doorbell rings.

Sighing, I pull myself up off the sofa, wondering who it could be at this time, it’s not like I ordered any food or a package. I drag myself through the house, before placing my hand on the handle of the door, opening it, tiredly rubbing my eyes.

“Hello?” I ask tiredly, looking at the person at the door and seeing Eggsy standing there with a smile.

“Hey, darlin’.” He smiles brightly.

“Eggsy, you’re back!” I say, all signs of tiredness leaving my eyes as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to my level and into a hug.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” He asks, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me up and placing a kiss to my cheek.

“No, I was just watching a movie.” I dismiss with an excited smile.

“What movie were you watching?” He asks and I roll my eyes.

“It doesn’t matter! You’re here now, I can’t believe you’re back.” I say quickly. “You should’ve told me, I would’ve dressed up or made dinner or something.” I smile, pressing my lips against his, pulling him closer to me and I can feel him smiling against my lips.

“You don’t need to dress up for me, love.” He reassures after pulling away with a grin. “I love you no matter what you wear, I especially love these PJs.” He says, smirking as he thumbs the fabric of my pajama shorts.

“Well, you don’t look too bad in a suit either.” I smile playfully, my hands pressed resting on his chest, playing with the lapel of his suit.

He leans down, placing his lips just in front of my ear. “You know, I think we’d both look better without them.” He whispers and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

“You sure? You look really good in a suit.” I tease.

“Oh I’m sure, darlin’.” He says with a smug grin before leaning back down, towards me, pressing his lips against mine, this time his hands are on my waist as my arms snake around his neck, both trying to pull the other impossibly closer.

After a few seconds, he nips at my lips but as my eyes flutter open I remember his glasses and pull back with a small smile.

Slowly, I reach up and carefully take off his spy glasses as he looks at me with an amused yet confused expression as I chuckle.

“I don’t want your little spy friends watching us.” I chuckle as I place them on the counter.

“I think I turned ‘em off.” He says and picks them up to check, putting them back on again for a moment. “Merlin?” He asks, looking off to the side.

“Aye, still here mate.” He says through the glasses, I can only hear because I’m so close.

“I’m switching off.” He says, pressing a button on his glasses.

“Enjoy yourself, lad.” I hear him chuckle through the glasses before they switch off.

“You should be more careful or next time we’ll have spectators.” I chuckle.

“Would that be so bad?” He grins, a playful glint in his eyes so I hit him gently as a joke.

“Yes.” I say like it’s obvious and he just laughs. “Now hurry up and kiss me.” I smile, looking up at him.

“Whatever m’lady wants, m’lady gets.” He jokes with a charming smile before leaning in and kissing me again, the warmth of his lips a welcomed feeling as they push against mine in a delightful harmony.

His hands find their place on the small of my back, pulling me closer with soft but dedicated movements. My hands move to the base of his head fiddling with the strands of his hair, teasing the gel out, revealing the small curls. Threading my finger through his hair, I tug gently on the brown strands, pulling him closer, forcing his lips against mine.

His tongue swipes against my bottom lip as he pushes me backwards against the wall of the hallway. The impact causes me to gasp, allowing his tongue to slip past my lips and mingle with my own.

His hands move to my hips and I wouldn’t be surprised if his grip leaves marks I’ll find tomorrow.

He hums against my lips before pulling away breathless, needing to catch his breath and I’m in no better state.

His cheeks are dusted pink despite his confident demeanor, strands of hair falling in front of his face, covering his eyes as he reaches out to fiddle with my top, his fingers quickly trying to undo the buttons.

“Let’s get this off.” He smirks, undoing the buttons, quickly pulling open my shirt, leaving it resting on my shoulder, covering only my back as his eyes trace over my chest. “You’re such a pretty little thing, ain’t ya?” He asks with a prominent smirk, his eyes raking over my body despite it not being the first time he’s seen me naked.

Feeling my cheeks heat up at the attention and staring I quickly move my hands to his suit, gripping onto it and pulling it off his shoulder and throwing it onto the floor.

“Thought this was a little unfair.” I mumble, undoing the buttons of his shirt hastily and he certainly doesn’t complain.

“I agree, the less clothes the better.” He grins as I pull open his shirt, pressing my lips against his feverishly, my hands explore the lines of his torso, along his chest as I trace over his body.

“So handsome.” I mumble between breaths.

Pressing his lips against mine, I feel his hands run down the sides of my chest, thumb rubbing small circles on the soft skin.

“God, I missed you.” He whispers against my lips.

“Missed you too. Missed this.” I mumble, wanting to be close to him as long as possible.

AN: I've got a lot of requests at the moment so if you've requested something and I haven't written it yet I just haven't gotten to it. It's been a busy couple of weeks so just bear with me :)

I hope you enjoyed reading!

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You called

Prompt: “You came.” - “You called.” Pairing: Harry Hart x Reader Fandom: Kingsman Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood and injuries, honeypot mission Word count: 1511

‘Galahad.’ It was barely a whisper which came out of your mouth. The predicament you were in wasn’t as you had planned. The mission in and of itself was relatively simple: go to an event, talk to some high ranking people and criminals in order to gather information, and leave. Yet, here you were sitting on the floor in an alley, bleeding from a gunshot wound.

It had been going quite well. Your target, Vincent Giante, had been at the event early and you had approached carefully but confidently. Merlin had informed you that he was, in fact, a ladies-man, and that it could be of use to, as he said, “throw your womanly charms at him”. You ended up following that advice after the target had shown interest in you, most likely due to the rather revealing emerald-green dress you were wearing. ‘My, my, a lovely young lady at an event such as this one, alone and seemingly without a date.’ Vincent had said to you as he approached. It sounded vulgar as he said it, as if she were a piece of meat, an object which he was intent on owning. That would never happen in a million years if you had any say in it. You did, however, have to play into it. ‘Why thank you, I’m flattered.’ You say as he grabs your hand and leans down to kiss it, his touch lingering a tad too long for your liking. ‘So what’s your name darling?’ ‘Josephine.’ Was what you answered as you heard Merlin in your ear. Target on lock. Vincent made small-talk with you for a bit before the two of you were approached by a man. ‘Sorry, boss, that I have to interrupt your conversation with this lovely lady.’ He leans in and whispers something to his boss which you’re unable to hear. That’s Vincent’s right-hand man, Giovanni. Be careful around him, he can be quite the fighter. Merlin informs you before the pair can shift their focus back to you. ‘Sorry love, I have to go meet with some people.’ He sounded genuinely disappointed. He leans in to kiss your cheek and whispers in your ear. ‘If you’re feeling up for it, meet me outside in an hour.’

Time passed slowly as you waited to meet up with Vincent. You were in fact, not feeling up to it, but it was too good of a chance to pass up. During that time, you mingled with some more of the guests, but were unable to gather any information that was particularly of note. Merlin, on the other hand, was able to gather the information that Vincent supposedly had a harddrive with him which contained some secret documents which the Kingsman could use to folly his organisation’s plans. As the agreed upon time approaches, Merlin fills you in about the surroundings and what to look out for. Supposedly, Giante would have the drive somewhere on this person, so the goal had shifted from gaining information to getting the harddrive without being caught.

Outside, it was quiet, the hustle and bustle of the event left behind. Vincent stood near a statue in the gardens, seemingly alone, yet you knew better. It was likely that multiple of his men would be surrounding the two of you, looking out for his well-being. ‘Josephine, I’m glad you came.’ He smiles and puts his hand on your shoulder. ‘Let us walk for a bit, I’ve been inside all day.’ You take the arm which was offered to you and join him. After ten minutes you reach a part of the gardens which seemed completely isolated. Slowly, he tries getting closer, putting his hand on your lower back as he whispers things in your ear. You endure them, finding them disgusting but pretending to love the attention. Slowly, he starts kissing your neck and eventually mouth. If it weren’t for your training and experience, you probably would’ve gagged as his hands slowly started lowering further. Finding your focus again, you shifted it to trying to find the harddrive on him, roaming your hands over his body. Eventually, you feel it in one of his pockets, and slowly but surely, you try to get it out. As he starts getting more passionate you manage to grab hold of it. Slowly, you slip it into one of your hidden pockets. After a few more minutes you pull back and look him in the eye, smiling kindly. ‘We should take this elsewhere.’ Taking his hand, you lead him back to where the event was taking place. He seemed quite content for the time being, but you weren’t too convinced. Well done agent Kay, get out of there.

Vincent leads you back inside to a relatively quiet corner, stopping a moment to talk to one of his men. As you look around, you suddenly hear a click just behind you. ‘Now love, I had so much fun, but I’d prefer it if you handed back that harddrive.’ Vincent sticks out his hand while the man behind you slowly pushes the gun against the back of your head. ‘We can talk about this Vincent.’ You slowly walk up to him. Agent Kay what are you doing? Get out. Merlin almost screams in your ear as you try to remain as possible. You slowly put your hands up, ‘I was enjoying myself quite a bit, but I suppose that is now over?’ your voice is almost sickly sweet. The hand he was holding out slowly wraps around your chin, tilting it up. ‘It’d be a pity to lose this pretty face.’ You were stalling quite a bit, that was clear.

Kay, Galahad is on his way. Just get out of this venue.

Galahad, that was your sign. Your colleague was on the way and you only had to get out of the building. Leaning into his touch, he clearly gets distracted once again, just enough to pull out a small knife and throw it backwards into the man that was pointing a gun at you. Turning, you grab hold of the lead and break the man’s fingers, then shooting him with his own gun, followed by shooting Vincent in the head. ‘A shame really.’ You scoff before turning and running into the crowd, 8 men following you, their guns loaded. Every step felt hot, so very hot, and they were right on your heels. ‘Fuck’, a soft whisper escaping you as they start firing their guns.

Kay, I need you to confirm that you are on the way out. ‘Confirm Merlin, I just have to lose some people.’ Heels continue to click where-ever you go. After turning a corner in one of the many hallways, several more of the men following you go down as you disarm and shoot them. That is until you didn’t have any ammo left. Of course this would happen to you, as if your day wasn’t going terribly already. ‘At least I still have these ones.’ You throw a few knives, hitting several throats. Their blood covers your face. Around you several bodies lay and you are finally able to breathe, even if it’s just for a moment. ‘Galahad, do you copy?’ You say quietly as you continue walking through the maze of hallways. Several footsteps can be heard from several of the hallways around you, so you start running once again.

‘Merlin, where is Galahad?’

You don’t get a response.

Managing to finally get outside, heading into a dimly lit alleyway, you see over a dozen people following you. Pulling out your own gun, you shoot as many of them as possible while continuing to move. They shoot back, one hitting you in the leg.

‘Fuck.’

They seem to keep on coming, and slowly, they surround you. ‘Galahad do you copy?’ Bodies keep on falling, but time seems to be running out when another bullet hits you, this time in your left shoulder. Frustrated, you throw some more knives and grab one of your daggers. One by one they go down, and with every body that hits the ground, your green dress becomes more red and your limbs are covered in blood. As the last of your energy slowly leaves your body and you start feeling faint.

‘Galahad.’

It was barely a whisper which left your mouth. Before you are able to say anything else, you feel a gun being put against your temple. ‘Calm down lady, drop the knife.’ There was only one man left standing and he had the obvious advantage. You sigh, letting the weapon fall to the ground.

You had to find a way out of this situation, you always did, but your body seems to be done. A gunshot interrupts your train of thought, the gun which was held against your head, falling away. Turning, you see Galahad standing there.

‘You came.’

Your voice sounds exhausted as you stand there; shoulders slumped and body aching. Your colleague approaches and hugs your body tightly.

‘You called.’

He whispers in your ear before kissing the side of your head.

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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 1 year

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A different request with a character fron your list- Eggsy. He meets (female) reader working at a bar after a long mission with Harry. Days later they meet again on her closing shift and they start flirting with each other. He constantly meets with her when she closes the bar. After a week, he finally asks her out.

Sorry if it's a long request

A/N: Hi sorry, love. The past month was so hectic and I couldn't find a free minute to think about your request. Now that it is finished I would like to thank you for your patience. I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you have equal fun reading it.

End of the Shift

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x fem!reader

Warning: a lot of flirting, mutual pining, I wrote a character Scottish and I hope no one is offended by it, slow burn-ish

Bartending hours were long. You came home when your neighbour went to work and vice versa. But you liked your job. It paid well, what surprised you at first till you asked your boss why he could pay you this much. He looked at you shook his shoulders and got to cleaning. He never told you your bar was a secret meeting spot for a secret, world wide agency.

You poured another man some Statesman Whiskey on the rocks. He thanked you and walked away from the bar. With quick hands you closed the bottle of expensive liquor again. But not before you took another sniff of the brown liquid. It smelled so otherworldly rich and very, very expensive.

Tristan, your boss caught you once sniffing on one of the bottles. He laughed before shaking his head and walking into his office. The next day a bottle of said Whiskey stood atop of your locker with a post-it note saying ‘So you can smell it at home.’ You smiled at the memory.

As you finished cleaning another beer glass a young, good-looking man stood at the bar. He looked at the wall of alcoholic beverages behind the counter debating what to get. You walked over slowly not to disturb him from his decision making. “Can I help?”

His eyes turned to you and widened slightly. Like he was caught steeling something. He began to stammer some incorrect sentences before he cleared his throat. “No, I’m fine, luv.” His eyes widen again. “I’m so sorry. I forgot my manners at home. Sorry for calling you luv-“ He looked at your name tag before breathing it out softly.

You giggled at his flustered state. Heat rising up your neck. “What can I do for you, sugar?” You playfully through the pet’s name at him. The reaction was priceless. His ears turned bright red and his eyes were even wider than before. You were scared they would fall out.

For a minute you thought you had to call an ambulance for this poor guy before he crashed on the floor. He caught himself and with a breathy voice he ordered a Martini with Gin, stirred. You giggled the whole time you made him his drink. He looked and acted like a woman friendlier version of James Bond. Not all womanize-y as the beloved English spy.

With a big smile you slid the drink over to him. He immediately held out his fee plus a generous tip. You turned to get him his change but as you turn he was gone. You looked for him but he was nowhere to be seen.

This game went on and on for over a month. Slowly the awkwardness subsided and he began to open up. He told you his name was Eggsy and he worked as a tailor. Every week you would wait behind the counter with anticipation. Tristan chuckled as he saw you and the spy he knew all too well, subtly flirt with each other.

One week turned into a month and one month turned into another one. By now you had his phone number in yours and texted him every free minute. He would text you ‘Good Morning, luv.’ And ‘How was your day so far?’ You would reply with ‘So far good but you made it better, sugar.’ It was cheesy but jet oh so sickly sweet.

Your phone vibrated with jet another text from Eggsy. You opened it with a smile but it went away rapidly. ‘I have bad news, luv. I had to fly away for work and don’t know if I could make it today. I hope your mood didn’t sour. I will text you when I landed back in London.’ You smiled sadly. Your heart cracking a little bit. ‘Can’t wait to see you again.’

Your whole shift over your sombre mood was felt by everyone. Tristan pulled you aside and asked what was wrong with you. “I dinnae ken what is wrong with you, lass. But your dour mood is bringing down the pubs one. So stop that. Get out there, bonnie and smile.” You smiled at the old Scotsman. “Tristan, I’m sorry for being glum today. It’s just…” Your sentence drifted off. You looked to the floor while picking at your nails. Your boss understood immediately. “Aye, lass. Your Prince Charming will come around sooner or later. You see. At the end of your shift he will stand before the pub. Dee ye ken?” You nodded shyly. The Scotsman nodded before going out of the break room and serving the waiting patrons in the pub.

Today it was your day to close the doors. You made sure everything was cleaned and turned off before walking out and closing the door. You fished for your keys laying in your purse. From your rummaging your bag fell down. Groaning you wanted to pick it up but a all too familiar hand was faster. “Let me help.”

You looked up and saw the mesmerizing blue eyes of none other than Eggsy. “Hey.” You breathed. Eggsy, who found your keys, held them out to you while smiling brightly. “Hey, luv. Hope you didn’t miss me as much as I missed your beautiful face.”

Heat rose to your face and you kicked your feet a little. “I missed you a little.” You held out your thumb and pointer finger to show him how much you missed him. He chuckled and moved closer. “You should close the door and hurry home. There are strange people out here who could do unspeakable things to a damsel as yourself.”

You rolled your eyes at his innuendo. “With people you mean yourself, mister Unwin?” Eggsy chuckled. “I would never take advantage of a lonely woman such as yourself, sugar. I’m a gentleman.” He bowed before you making you laugh out.

You quickly turned to close the front door before turning back to the self-proclaimed gentleman standing before you. “Would this so called gentleman like to escort me back home. So nothing would happen to a damsel such as myself.” Eggsy snorted out a laugh. “With the greatest pleasure. Lead the way, my lady.” He held out his hand for you to take. You bit your lip before taking it and leading you to your apartment.

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Super Spy - Eggsy Unwin X Female Reader

Title: Super Spy

Eggsy Unwin X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Harry (Mentioned), Merlin, The Skull (OC) (Mentioned), Agent Lamorak, and Guards (Mentioned)

WC: 2,730

Warnings: Kingsman canon violence (but less so), hostages mentioned, kidnapping mentioned crying, trauma mentioned, nervousness, anxiety, love at first sight basically, slight suggestiveness, slight angst, guns, flirting, threats mentioned, and fluff

“Eggsy, have you found The Skull?” Merlin’s voice asked Eggsy through his glasses.

Eggsy was breathing heavily, gun held tightly in his hands as he leaned against a wall, “No, Merlin. Haven’t found him yet.” He muttered, before slowly peeking around the side of the wall; the coast was clear.

This mission was typical to the other missions Eggsy had gone on. Infiltrate the building, find the document, and not get shot by the baddies hiding around the place. But, unlike most of his missions, there weren’t as many guards to take out. But still, Eggsy was wary, as he crept through the large building. Making his way down the hall, he heard a small whimper. Pausing, Eggsy’s heart began to race more than it already was…

There were hostages?

“Merlin, this might be a hostage situation.” He murmured, slowly making his way to where he heard the soft cries.

“Be careful, Agent Galahad.”

Eggsy swallowed before he stopped at a door, where the cries had grown louder. Reaching his hand out, he grabbed the door handle, turning it slowly. Pushing open the door, Eggsy carefully peered inside, noticing a young woman huddled in the corner of the dark room. Eggsy lowered his gun, making his way to the woman. Getting down on one knee, Eggsy tentatively reached a hand out to the woman, trying not to scare her any more.

He watched as the woman looked up from her knees, eyes wide with fear and tears, visibly shaking. Eggsy choked on his breath, eyes widening slightly. She was gorgeous. From the soft slope of her nose, to the batting of her wet lashes… She must have been an angel. His chest felt like it was on fire. He couldn’t help but feel his face flush red as she stared right back at him.

“Please don’t hurt me.” She begged, scooting herself further into the corner that she was in.

Eggsy shook his head, offering her a small smile, “I’m not going to hurt you, love.” He tried to reassure her.

The woman stared at him, “Who… Who are you?”

“My name is Eggsy. I work for Kingsman. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” You replied, hesitantly taking Eggsy’s hand, allowing him to help you up.

Eggsy smiled, “That’s a beautiful name.” He complimented, “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” He spoke, leading you out of the room and helping you sneak out of the building altogether.

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“Why would they take a hostage?” Merlin asked, as Eggsy crossed his arms, shrugging his shoulders as he peered through the two-way mirror, watching Agent Lamorak try and ask you questions.

“I have no idea. But she’s still a bit shaken up. We shouldn’t be interrogating her. Maybe I should talk to her. I was the one who found her. She trusts me.”

“It’s not interrogating, she might have information that’s important, Eggsy.” Merlin interrupted him, handing Eggsy some paperwork. “Besides, you need to finish the paperwork from the mission.”

Eggsy ignored Merlin, leaving the room to find you. Speed-walking, Eggsy made his way to the room where you were staying in. Entering, you and Agent Lamorak looked up, Lamorak closing the cover of his notebook. “You can leave, Agent. I got this from here.” Eggsy spoke, glancing at you to see you were backed up into the corner of the bed that you were on, arms tightly wrapped around your knees; just like you were only a couple of hours ago.

Lamorak narrowed his eyes slightly before nodding, “Copy that, Agent Galahad.” He spoke before he left, shutting the door behind him.

Eggsy watched him leave, before turning to you, seeing you relax slightly. Walking over, Eggsy took a seat beside you. “Are you alright?” He asked, only for you to shrug.

“Not really.” You answered softly, shifting slightly in your seat to drop your knees. Becoming more and more relaxed near him. You bit your lip, sneaking a glance at the Agent beside you, noticing him already looking at you, making your face flush. He was really handsome, you thought, making the situation you were in harder. You had never met someone like Eggsy before. Strong, brave, and sweet. His hazel-green eyes drew you in, like soft murky pools of a pond. He was so caring, making sure you were alright…

Eggsy pursed his lips, before he cautiously spoke up, “Can you tell me what happened?”

Your eyes closed briefly, letting out a shaky breath as you felt tears well up inside you, “Uh…” You tried to speak, before gasping out, shaking your head rapidly.

Eggsy slid closer, immediately wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you quickly fell into him. Your hands slid under his jacket, wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest as you sobbed. Eggsy held onto you, his other arm making its way around your side to pull you closer into him. He gently rocked back and forth, softly shushing you.

With his arms around you, you felt at home. How someone could hold that power in their arms boggled you, and yet, you didn’t want him to let go. With being so close to him, you felt your heart skip a beat and your cheeks grow warm with each second. You never wanted him to let you go. But, you knew he would have to sooner or later.

Eggsy felt like his heart was being crushed by a steamroller when he heard your cries. He didn’t know what was going on with him, but he knew that he wouldn’t let anything harm you. You were so precious, and kind. Why would The Skull kidnap you, hold you hostage? What was their plan for you? Were you in the wrong place at the wrong time? Eggsy didn’t know, and yet all these questions filled his head. But, he didn’t want to stress you more by asking you. You had gone through a lot, and all Eggsy wanted to do from now on was to keep you safe.

Was this weird? He asked himself. Why so suddenly he felt these feelings towards you? He had only met you a couple of hours ago. Why did he feel like he needed to stay by your side? Why were you suddenly so important? Eggsy never believed in fairytales, like the ones his mother used to read to him when he was a kid. In those stories, they spoke about true love, and love at first sight. Was this it? Was this love? Eggsy felt foolish. But, looking down at you now, he’d welcome being a fool.

“You’re safe, Y/N. No one can harm you here.” He spoke to you softly, “You don’t have to tell me what happened.” He let you know, as you slowly and gradually calmed down.

Raising your head, you looked up at him with your same wide and tearful eyes, “I must tell you,” You began, before you shifted your gaze around the room. The room was small, with one bed, table, the water you didn’t drink, and a large two-way mirror on the opposite side of the wall from you. You turned back to him, eyes pleading, “But not here.” You whispered, and Eggsy’s own eyes widened slightly, glancing around the room himself.

“What do you mean ‘not here’?” He asked, but you pressed your pointer finger to his lips, stopping him.

“Anyone can be listening. The Skull…” You paused, gulping, “Could be listening.”

Eggsy shook his head slightly, reaching up to gently take your hand in his, “We’re in Kingsman. You’re safe here.” He tried to reassure you, but you shook your head, reaching up with both hands to clutch his jacket.

“Please, Eggsy.” You begged, beseeched, “Please take me somewhere where no one can hear us.”

Eggsy bit his lip, weighing his options slightly. He knew Kingsman was a safe place, but you had been through a traumatizing event, so he nodded. Taking your hand, Eggsy led you to the door, opening it to reveal Lamorak guarding the door.

“Agent?” He spoke up, eyes glancing in between you and Eggsy.

“She needs to use the ladies room.” Eggsy spoke, before Lamorak nodded and stood aside to let you both pass.

Eggsy led you down the vast hall, past rooms and large paintings on the walls before he stopped at the records room. The only room in Kingsman where it wasn’t being monitored by sound. Typing in the door code, you and Eggsy entered the records room. It was bright with its LED lights hanging on the ceiling, rows to rows of filing cabinets lined the walls.

Eggsy sighed, turning to you, “Alright, what happened?” He asked, watching as you bit your lip, eyes wide in fright.

“Are you sure no one will hear us?” You asked and Eggsy nodded, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Of course, love. This room isn’t recorded.”

You nodded, “Well,” You began, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I was on my way home from work when I decided to take a shortcut. It was getting late and I didn’t want to be late for the new season of my favorite show… So… I…” You faltered slightly, Eggsy’s hands gently squeezing you.

“You’re doing great, love.” He encouraged you, making you sigh.

“So, I took a shortcut through an alley… I didn’t know that The Skull’s henchmen were planning something through there.” You felt your tears well up again as your chest began to hurt. “I had overheard them talking about some plan and I think I might’ve stepped on something because before I knew it, they tackled me… And I woke up in that strange building in that room.” You breathed heavily, getting a bit choked up.

Eggsy’s hands slid down your shoulders, stopping at the dips of your elbows as he intently listened, eyebrows furrowed in worry. “What were the plans?” He asked, wanting to know what The Skull was up to, but also mentally wanting to track that man down to teach him a lesson for taking you.

You let out another shaky sigh, “Well,” You began again, looking up at Eggsy with your wide eyes, “I heard that they were planning on trying to get some document about some 1986 thing from some place called Kingsman… I-” You paused, narrowing your eyes as you tried to remember. “I… I don’t remember, I’m sorry.” You stuttered out, as Eggsy shook his head. “But, I knew you were safe, since you said you were an Agent from Kingsman.”

“No need to apologize, it’s alright, love.” But your overall explanation made Eggsy’s eyes widen before they squinted in confusion. “But… How would they even do that?” He asked, more to himself than to you.

You looked up at him, your hands holding onto his arms as you stepped closer to him; now toe to toe. “They said that they were going to get someone on the inside…”

Eggsy never felt more confused in his life, “But how would they-” But then it all clicked. His eyes widened as realization flew on his face. Slowly, Eggsy looked down at you, jaw dropped in shock. “No…”

Your wide doe eyes quickly disappeared, a smirk taking its place, “Yes…” You leaned up on your tippy-toes, lips brushing his ear, “I’m The Skull.” You confessed, before dropping back on your feet.

Eggsy couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “What? But you-”

“I pretended to be a hostage, Eggsy honey… You and your too-smart-for-their-own-good team had infiltrated my base… I couldn’t have just let you get away so easily. Now, you believing that I was a poor defenseless woman in need of rescue…” You gave him a pout, flawlessly turning on the waterworks, mimicking your earlier emotions before your pout turned into a smirk, “... Was the plan.” You dropped his arms, lifting your shirt to pull out Eggsy’s gun you had stolen from him earlier. “And well, grabbing your gun…” You aimed it at him, finger on the trigger, “That was just pure luck.”

Eggsy’s eyes widened yet again as he looked down at his suit belt, gun missing from his side. Slowly, he raised his hands in the air, looking down at you in shock, and yet impressed. “You won’t shoot me, Skull.” He insisted, making you humm, shaking your head.

“No, I won’t. But, coincidentally, you led me right to where I needed to be. So…” You raised your free hand, adjusting and smoothing out Eggsy’s collar, gun still trained on him, “I am going to grab the document I need for my next phase on the plan… And you’re going to let me hop out that window right there and leave… And please,” You cooed to him, grabbed his collar, pulling him down slightly, “Call me that little nickname. I quite like it.” You taunted him.

Eggsy gulped, hoping you hadn’t noticed how warm he was. He never thought that you were the bad guy, but you being able to play with his feelings so easily, made him realize how bad, or good, you were. “You’re not going to get far, Y/N.” Eggsy added, making you laugh out loud, tilting your head back before you gave him your smirk.

“My… Don’t you have a way with words.” You began to walk backwards, pulling him with you, before stopping at a filing cabinet. “You’re girlfriend’s very lucky.” You finished, letting go of him as you opened the cabinet before grabbing the file you needed and slamming it shut. Flipping the file open in your hand, you scooped up the papers, letting the yellow file fall to the ground. You had to admit to yourself, it was hard working with only one hand. Folding the paper as best as you could, you stuffed them into the pocket of your pants.

Eggsy couldn’t help but grin to himself as he watched you fumble around with the papers, his hands slowly dropping to his side, “Don’t have one… Are you available?” Eggsy could hear them now, both Merlin and Harry scolding him for flirting with the enemy… He should be stopping you, but you’ve bewitched him.

You hummed, grabbing him by the collar again to pull him forward with you. Suddenly, your back was pressed against the window, Eggsy pinning you. Eggsy took the opportunity to place his hand against the window’s ledge beside your waist, looming over you as trailed his eyes over you.

“Are you always this… Coy, with you enemies?” You laughed breathlessly, your cheeks flushing slightly at his close proximity. You really should be leaving. The more you stay, the more you are in danger of being caught. But, looking up at Eggsy, the way he was looking at you... Your heart didn't want to go.

“Only when it's you," Eggsy smirked softly, leaning forward, his nose brushing yours, "Can I see you again?"

His lips were just about to touch yours when Eggsy paused, the barrel of the gun pressing into his stomach, stopping him. He sighed, chest deflating slightly as you grinned up at him. Your hand slipped from his chest, and you reached behind you; pressing your hands on the top of the window's ledge. Pushing yourself up, legs dangling as you stared down at Eggsy. "It's been real, it's been fun... And it's been really fun." You pushed the window open, patting Eggsy’s hand under yours briefly, "See you later, Eggsy." You flipped backward, Eggsy reaching out to grab you as you fell out of the fourth-story window, but he was too late.

Eggsy quickly looked out the window, his hands pressed against the window’s ledge as he watched your figure run down the field and into the forest before the Kingsman mansion. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, he bit his lip. His heart was still racing as his other hand clutched his chest. Pausing, Eggsy furrowed his eyebrows as he felt something in his inside suit pocket. Opening it, he stuck his hand in the pocket to pull out a slip of paper, your number scrawled on it; a little heart next to it. Eggsy let out a chuckle, how you did it, he'd never know. All he did know was that he couldn't wait to see you again. But, oh god, Merlin and Harry were going to kill him.

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Third Floor

Eggsy Unwin & GN!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March.

Prompt: rabbit

Word Count: 300

A/N: I've been writing Kingsman Fics for essentially 10 years at this point and this is the first time I've ever written readerfic for it. I don't know what else to say! I'd kill a man for Eggsy Unwin.

The only thing that Eggsy could hear over the blood rushing in his ears was the sound of his feet every time they struck the concrete. His arms and legs felt like they were moving of their own accord, doing whatever it took to keep him safe, to let him live to fight another day.

The footsteps behind him began to slow, but it didn’t stop Rottweiler from calling out after him, “Can’t run away from us forever, you know! Fuckin’ rabbit hops will only get you so far!”

Eggsy knew he was right, but it was working for now. Racing along the string of upper balconies, he got to the very end of the building before finally making himself skid to a stop. He crouched down and allowed himself a couple beats, hoping to get his breathing somewhat back to normal before he asked you to let him in again. Always the stray landing on your doorstep, or rather, windowsill.

When he heard the ruckus starting to pick back up down below again he knew he didn’t have any time to waste. Rapping his knuckles against your window, he only had to wait a few seconds before he heard you twisting the lock from inside.

Pushing the glass upward, you stuck your head out. “Biggest fuckin’ pigeon I’ve ever seen!” you joked.

He laughed, and you watched him shake his head, little beads of sweat starting to drop down the sides of his face. “Very funny.”

You popped the window open a little bit more to make it easier for him, stepping back and to the side so he could slip in as smoothly as possible. “Come on, then. Got your nest ready for you and everything.”

He hopped in and shut the window behind him. “Thanks for that.”

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Almost Too Late

Eggsy Unwin x plus size reader

Who knew the perfect opportunity to finally admit his feelings was when she was tied to a chair with a gun held to her head?

Request: Fluffy eggsy after saving his crush from the villain?

Warnings: this is just all fluff, guns, love confessions, kissing, swearing, kidnapping

WC: 895

A/N: Sorry I skipped the fight scene, I was too lazy haha

Minors DNI

Y/N looked bored. “This is bullshit.” She groaned, rolling her neck in a vain attempt to get the kinks out of it after being forced to sit in the most uncomfortable chair in the world for such a long time.

“Will you please stop talking!” The man was clearly exasperated, his face almost purple it was so red, the vein on his big ass forehead throbbing with anger. “Then entertain me! This is so fucking boring.” She whined, shuffling against the wood she was sitting on in an attempt to ‘wake up’ her ass which had gone numb over an hour ago.

“I’m holding you hostage! This is supposed to be boring!” Y/N kicked her feet out like a pouting child as her head lolled back against the back of the seat. “I didn’t ask to be kidnapped and tied to a chair for hours on end, now did I!” The cold barrel of a gun was suddenly pressed tightly to her temple. “Shut the fuck up!”

“Now, I don’t think that’s any way to talk to a lady, mate.” Y/N sagged in relief at the sound of his voice, breathing out a deep sigh, she knew she was finally safe. “And who the fuck are you?!” She winced as he pressed the gun even tighter to her skull. Eggy’s blue eyes rolled behind his black frame glasses.

He looked casual standing in the doorway of the dilapidated house, one hand tucked neatly into his suit pants pocket, the other loosely clutching a black umbrella. He winks at her, his pale cheeks only slightly pink with a flush. “I’m her knight in shining armour ain’t I.”

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His hands were soft against her cheeks as he tilted her head to the side, inspecting the tiny cut just behind her hairline from the gun. “You think I’ll live doctor?” The pine cologne he always wore surrounded her as she pulled the navy suit jacket closer to her curvy body. “Unfortunately, I think we need to amputate.” He murmured solemnly but the upturn of his lip into a boyish smirk gave him away.

“Is there any other way?” She giggled, nuzzling her cheek into his palm. Eggy’s smirk fell into an easy smile, his eyes dropping down to her lips before traveling back up to her eyes. “You scared me princess.” He knelt before her, his slim body taking up everything in her vision, preventing her from seeing the body on the floor.

“‘M sorry.” She muttered, eyes half lidded. “Not your fault.” He held her tenderly, his left hand rubbing the rope burn along her wrists. Eggsy had never been this close to her before, their previous touches being platonic ones, a handshake here, a clap on the back there, but he craved it. He needed to feel the softness of her skin, smell the products she used in her perfect hair, see the way her eyes reflected the dim light of the lone lightbulb above them.

His heart was pounding so loudly he feared Y/N could hear it. “I should’ve gotten here earlier.” Now it was her turn to cup his cheek, his 5 o’clock shadow scratching the sensitive skin of her palm. Azure eyes fluttered shut at her touch, a please sigh escaping his slightly chapped lips. “I knew you would find me, you always do.”

He couldn’t tell her how scared he had been, how his veins had turned to ice when his mother called him to tell him that Y/N hadn’t shown up to babysit Daisy while she went to work. He’s sure Merlin would inform her later that he had to slap the young Kingsman to get him to calm down when she wouldn’t pick up her phone.

She’s safe in his arms now, unharmed, just a little shaken. But he’s still panicking, still feels that icy grip of fear around his heart. He could have lost her today, shown up too late or not picked up his mum’s call. And all he could think about was how much he regretted not telling her how he felt before.

“Y/N?” She glanced up at him, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “Eggsy?” “I need to say something yeah so just let me get through this and then you can slap me and tell me to fuck off, alright.” Her fingers tightened on his naked forearms. Taking in a shuddering breath, he looked deep into those eyes he loved so much.

“I love you, I’ve loved ya forever. You’re just the most incredible person I have ever met and I don’t know what I’d do without you. I was so terrified when mum said you were missing, I froze. I couldn’t think.” A strand of sandy blonde hair fell from his hairstyle. Y/N pushed it back, a shy smile stretching over her lips.

“I love you.” He whispered, slowly leaning forward. Then, “Gallahead just feckin kiss ‘er already!” Eggsy winced at the volume of Merlin’s voice. “Shut up will ya! ‘M tryn ta be romantic here!”

But Y/N just laughed and tugged him closer so he now knelt between her thick thighs, looking up at her with wide eyes. “I love you too Gary Unwin.” And then she kissed him, right there in the middle of an abandoned house but she didn’t care, all she wanted was him.

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