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Dreams

Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Summary: You and Eggsy were friends with benefits until you ended it for your new boyfriend. And just then Eggsy realizes what he lost

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cuddles

a/n: i’ve been working on this for a little, but couldn’t think of anything for taron (surprisingly) until @egertiddies brought up a conversation about how taron likes being the little spoon :))))

warnings: eggsy’s and dean’s get a little steamy. i couldn’t help myself 😂

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taron

- taron had handled fame pretty well so far. nothing had pushed him over the edge, even with all the screaming fans and flashing lights. he actually loved it. until one day while arriving back home from filming, he was swarmed by paparazzi and fans. and that’s when it finally got too overwhelming for him.

he was already exhausted enough from the flight, and he missed you so much, all he wanted to do was get home, cuddle, and catch up. but, he couldn’t stop thinking about and reliving what happened at the airport the entire ride home.

you were waiting for him in the living room, watching one of his movies to fill the void of him not being there. when he finally walked through the door, you jumped up to greet him, only to frown and bring him in for a comforting hug.

“what’s wrong, babe?” you whisper, rubbing his back gently. he sighs deeply and shakes his head against your shoulder, silently telling you he doesn’t want to talk about it.

“okay, then what can i do to help?” it’s quiet for a moment before taron pulls back, tugging you in the direction of the stairs. he continues to drag you to your room, plopping on the bed once he reaches it.

“just hold me?” his voice holds so much tension and what seemed to be pain, so you immediately rush over to him and lay down with him. he turns to face away from you, and that’s when you realize what he wants. a small smile appears on your face as you wrap your arms around his body, holding him close to you. you rest your head in the crook of his neck, peppering soft kisses all over his heated skin in an attempt to calm him even more.

you knew he would never admit it, but taron absolutely loves being the little spoon.

dennis

- “ma’am, are you feeling okay?” a police officer asks you. your breathing is heavy and you can’t focus on a single thing. all you could think about was the fire that erupted randomly in your home.

“n-no. i can’t b-breathe,” you try to tell him, failing due to your shortness of breath.

“excuse me! excuse me!” a familiar voice yells, one that you heard only moments before. the man that saved you from your apartment.

“come here, love, it’s alright,” the man, who you recalled was named dennis, whispered to you. he is quick to bring you in his arms, leaning against the wall and gradually sliding down to sit with you. still, he holds you to him, arms wrapped around your body, rubbing your back softly.

“it’s okay, you’re safe now. there’s no fire anymore, you’re safe,” dennis continues to whisper to you, one hand often coming up to stroke your hair and calm you even more. after a few minutes, you can finally breathe and see straight again, so you pull back from dennis and smile gratefully at him.

“thank you, dennis.” he returns the smile, reaching up to wipe away some of your tears with his thumb.

“no need to thank me, sweetheart. it’s my job to protect you and make sure you’re okay.”

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He’s Just So Damn Into You

Characters: Y/n, Eggsy, OC Len

Pairing: Eggsy x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

Warnings: Semi-angst, fluffiness, cuteness…

Word count: 1900

Summary: Your entire month has been nothing but awful-but maybe bumping into Eggsy is exactly what you need.

A/N: Ok, so…part of my Nini’s 6K Celebration… RomCom AU with the Trope-‘I need help moving in and you actually have a car’…just a load of rom-com cliches, cos why the fuck not?? Hope u like it!! Gif made by moi…

“Are you serious? I hired you a month ago. I need this stuff moved today!”

“I’m really sorry, but we have no available men today”.

“Well-y’know what…go fuck yourself!”

You slammed your phone down onto the cardboard box angrily, hastily looking at all the boxes that had filled the garden-wondering how you’d get them all moved in a single day-with no car and no help.

The past month had done nothing but aggravate you-and this was the breaking point.

You perched onto one of the boxes, scrolling lazily through your phone and landing on a name you’d wished to never see again-knowing he was the only one left to ask for help from.

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why i’m talking to you

Title: Why I’m Talking To You Rating: Mature/Explicit Pairing: Eggsy Unwin/Reader A/N: I took far too much time writing this, so I hope it’s as good as I expected it would be when I set out writing it. Also, it’s very long, like over 6k words. I have been thinking about following it up with something else, but I’m still undecided if this will be a standalone. Either way, please enjoy, and I would love to hear what you think. (And one last thing: hopefully the format isn’t off, fics have  been looking muffed up in mobile lately, so I tried to space it more)

You are making your way to the next stage at the festival when you spot him – granted, he looks like practically every other guy around his age that is walking around the grounds, but there is something different. He has a lightness about him, an air that feels playful, that you can easily tell from how he laughs along with the group of guys he is stood with. Yet still there is something else about him that you cannot work out, whatever it is that sets him apart and catches your eye.

Of course he is handsome, that goes without saying. You can see his brightly colored eyes even standing several feet away from him, not to mention how clearly you can see the strong shape of his jaw – both of which are features that draw you in quickly. His snug jacket and well fitting jeans were what got your attention next, doing nothing to hide how muscular he is, you are happy to say.

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First

That smile. That heart-melting, pulse raising, god-damn cute smile. It accompanied his infectious laugh and had you swooning and giggling at the same time. Fuck, were you in deep. Crushes had come and gone in the past, never materialising into much. The occasional drunken kiss or first date that ended up petering back into friendship and nothing more was as exciting as your love life had ever been. You were alright with that though. You knew your time would come. You knew your one would show up eventually; and as your attention hadn’t faltered from Taron all night, it felt like your one might be sitting opposite you.

He was a friend of a friend, introduced to you a few months back through a coincidental meeting in the same pub one night. You couldn’t fail to notice his good looks and they’d initially made you shy. It was the fear of drooling over him too obviously. You were convinced that he’d get advances from women on a daily basis, and therefore be able to see it written all over your face before you’d even clocked it was happening yourself. Just the thought was mortifying enough. So you played it cool and told yourself that he was so far out of your league that it wasn’t even worth attempting.

The friendship between you formed easily and very quickly. He was on your level in every single way. In the first few weeks of meeting him you’d stayed out with him when the others had gone home. You’d had long deep chats on a park bench beneath the night sky and told each other things you’d never dared to share before. You’d told him you were still a virgin and he didn’t hesitate with his reply, telling you that your time would come soon and that he wished he’d waited because his first attempt was ‘fucking awful and over in less than 3 minutes.’. You laughed together. He’d laugh at all your jokes and then make little in jokes with you that flew over the heads of your other friends.  He’d text you stupid things at random times but also call you up when he needed to vent his stress. You felt like his go-to person and you loved it. You were pretty sure you loved him.

Telling him how you felt became top priority on your to-do list for a good month. Every time you knew you’d be seeing him you’d gear yourself up to pull him to one side and just say it, but every time you’d hesitate and wait for the next opportunity. It kind of happened when you’d got really drunk at a house party. You’d hugged him and slurred out an ‘I like you.’ with what you’d hoped was a loving look but he only ever smiled and said ‘I know.’ You remember trying to kiss him that night too and receiving his cheek instead of his lips, but decided to deny all knowledge of it ever happening the next morning in an attempt to save face.

Ever since that night though, his texts became more flirty. More kisses appeared at the end of them. When you saw him he’d hug you that bit longer and tighter and leave a soft kiss to your cheek. You felt his eyes on you more often and when you’d look back to him he wouldn’t look away, just flash you his cheeky grin and it made your heart summersault in your chest. You were sure he knew how you felt, and you were almost certain that he felt something back. But nothing more ever happened. For weeks. So as you sat opposite him in the same pub where you’d first met you knew you had to take matters into your own hands.

“Do you fancy-”

“Yes.” He replied before you’d even asked.

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask!”

“Oh, but what if I do?” He teased with raised eyebrows. “I can usually finish your sentences off for you.”

“True. But I’m not so sure on this one…” You teased back and left him waiting whilst you took a sip of your gin and tonic. “If you knew, and your answer was still yes, I think it’d have happened long before tonight.” The pout of confusion that formed on Taron’s face looked so kissable. It was tempting and the feelings it stirred in you gave you the confidence to continue what you’d just started. “Any ideas?”

“Not any more…” He leant in closer to you across the small table with complete intrigue and you took your chance, slowly inching closer to his face. As your eyes dropped down to his lips you noticed his slight pout moving into a soft smile as he knew what was coming. You took it slow and savoured the feel of his lips against yours, noticing the pressure that he reciprocated before pulling away and seeing that bloody smile again. Fuck, you wanted more of that.

“What was it you were saying again?” He laughed softly and exaggerated his flustered state. “Do I fancy you?” You bit your lip in anticipation, knowing that wasn’t what you were going to ask but letting him go with it anyway. “The answer is still yes. I think it’d be yes to pretty much anything as long as you’re involved.”

“Well that sounds promising because it wasn’t the exact question I had in mind.”

“No?”

“It wasn’t far off… but it’s safe to say we both know we fancy each other, so.”

“So…”

“So, how long has this been going on for now without there actually being anything going on?”

“…A while.” Suddenly he was coy.

“Exactly, I was starting to think you’d never make a move on me.”

“I was waiting for you to make the first move!” He admitted. “But that kiss was definitely worth waiting for.”  

“So, going back to my initial question. Do you fancy… coming back to mine for the night?” You wanted to hold his eye contact, you knew you should have held his eye contact, but your nerves got the better of you and left you watching the ice swirl around in your glass as you spun it between your fingertips.

“What, you mean… like?”

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” You blushed as you took his response to be a no.

“No, I mean yes! But… I didn’t think, well I don’t want you to feel like you have to, y’know. Not tonight anyway.”

“Is that why you were waiting for me to make the first move?”

“I didn’t want to put pressure on you. Things between us have been so great and I didn’t want to fuck it up by suggesting we try anything more. I’d rather we could be us without any of that than go down that path and ruin it all.”

“I don’t think it’ll ruin anything.” You finally looked back to his eyes and felt the tension drop from your shoulders.

“I want you to be sure. We can take it slow.” He smiled gently but you shook your head.

“I want this. I want it to be you. You know how long I’ve waited so please don’t make me wait any longer.”

“Well shit.” He swallowed and shuffled around in his chair. “I did not see this coming tonight.”

“Might get to see each other coming instead.” You couldn’t resist bringing the tone back to it’s usual level and Taron laughed along with you.

“Only might?”

“Well I’m not saying you’ve got tough competition, but this one’s never let me down yet.” You raised your hand up and Taron was quick to take hold of it as he stood up and led you out the door of the pub.

“Just you wait!”

Request: The reader meets Taron and they become good friends, but she falls for him. She’s a virgin in her late 20’s (by choice, and not ashamed of it) and wants him to be her 1st, so she hints at him about her feelings, whitout receiving a clear answer. Time passes, and tired of him showing interest but not doing anything about it; she takes things in her own hands. Turns out he likes her back but didn’t want for her to feel pushed.

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The Way I Feel Inside (Part 2)

Summary: Part 2 to The Way I Feel Inside. 

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff? idk

Word Count: 1914

A/N: Well, it’s finally here. Sorry for such a long wait guys but I’ve just been busier than I expected. But, I’ve had some time lately to work on this and I’m sorry if it sucks. This was meant to be only two parts, but I’ve decided that it might just be a series. Please let me know what you guys think!

It started with the room.

You rolled your eyes as Eggsy flirted with the cute hotel receptionist. He had been silent the entire flight to Paris. Of course, as soon as the attractive woman unbuttoned some of her blouse he was quite the chatterbox.

The hotel wasn’t the best the Kingsmen could offer, but they were being careful with their resources. No one wanted to risk anymore agents getting arrested, which meant a temporary frugal lifestyle for field agents.

From the outside, it appeared more of a prison than anything. You were sure you had seen the beginnings of a mugging on the ride there, and upon entering you noticed that the cold stayed with you. No heat. In the middle of winter. Lovely.

“Rupert, darling,” you started in the horrid accent your persona called for. Eggsy turned to you immediately, the receptionist forgotten. You yawned, unintentionally proving the point in your next words, “I think it’s time we headed up to our room.”

“Of course, love,” Eggsy replied in the same inflection, though it complimented his voice much better than yours. With a parting wink towards the blushing receptionist, Eggsy joined you in walking to your room.

For a moment there was silence. Then you couldn’t help but state, “You know you can’t be doing stuff like that, unless you want us to be compromised.”

“You’d best be worrying about yourself, Y/N.” He snapped back. “Unlike you, I have more than enough field experience to get this job done just fine on my own.”

You stopped mid-step, forcing him to as well. “Where the hell is all of this coming from?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You being an asshole is what I’m talking about. Ever since you came back from that mission in the Kremlin, you’ve been nothing but rude to me.”

Something flashed in Eggsy’s eyes, an emotion you couldn’t discern due to its swiftness. “Sorry if I don’t shower you with the same doting attention as everyone else at headquarters.”

You took a step back. “Eggsy I thought we were friends. Just because Princess Tilde’s getting married doesn’t mean you have to snap at me.”

“What does any of this have to do with Princess Tilde?”

“I don’t know. You tell me because Roxy says that that’s the reason you’ve been behaving like such a dick. Or is there something else no one wants to tell me?”

Eggsy just shook his head and opened the door to your room. Just the same as the rest of the hotel, it appeared rather dingy. It consisted of only one bed, a dresser, and a TV originating from back in the 70s. You headed into the bathroom, ready to change and sleep this trip away. When you exited, you found Eggsy making a make-shift bed on the floor.

“Really, Eggsy? You’re gonna catch a damn cold if you lay down there.”

“Well since I’m such a dick don’t you think I deserve that?”

“Maybe, but I need my partner to be in tip-top condition for this mission.” Sliding underneath the thin covers, you lifted the other side in a sort of invitation. He hesitated. “Eggsy,” you sighed, your sleepiness present in your voice, “just get in the damn bed already.”

He stood, though he did not appear very happy about it. He slid in next to you, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t appreciate the extra warmth. You turned to face away from him, placing your hand underneath your head as you closed your eyes in an attempt to sleep.

A cool wind blew from outside. Due to the thin walls of the shithole of a hotel, the breeze came straight into the room. Goosebumps erupted across your skin, and you released a shiver.

Without any warning, a large, muscular arm wrapped around your waist. You turned to find your eyes centimeters away from a broad chest you had tried your damn hardest not to picture for the longest time.

You glanced up to meet Eggsy’s eyes. If you allowed yourself, you could get lost in them. But what good would that do? He didn’t see you in that way. And after what happened with Dean… you couldn’t fall for another agent again.

“I need you to be in tip-top condition too, you know,” Eggsy whispered, his warm breath fanning over your face.

You snorted in disagreement. “I’m the worst partner to have. Or have you forgotten how I got this?” You motioned to the stitches on your right arm.

He traced them with his fingers, ever so lightly. He remained silent, his attention solely on the wound, before he said. “You know, Y/N, you do this thing with your nose when you lie.”

“I do not,” you scoffed in disbelief.

He smirked the slightest bit. “Yeah, you do.”

Rolling your eyes, you snuggled a bit closer to Eggsy (for warmth of course). The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a deep sleep.

(Eggsy POV)

I stared at her as she slept. Not that I was being a creep. It’s just… she was beautiful, a real crumpet as the lads would say back home.

She looked so peaceful as she slept. Gone were the tense shoulders and furrowed brow. Those bags under her eyes, I reckoned she hadn’t slept in ages.

Man… I had really mucked up this time haven’t I?

Y/N was right, I was being a git. I couldn’t help it though. Her words replayed in my head all hours of the day.

“If you’re trying to imply I feel something for Eggsy, then you might need more rest than I do.”

Was I really that bad? She turned me down before I could even make a move. And now I definitely wouldn’t be able to because…

I released a sigh. Another breeze ran through the room. She shivered and scooted closer until her head rested in the crook of my neck. I couldn’t resist the urge to press my lips against the top of her head. The scent of coconuts invaded my senses. Damn, her hair always smelled excellent.

I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to end my day every day like this. With a better room of course, but me and her, in a bed (not even in a sexual way), with my arm wrapped around her. This felt so much better than waking up every morning with a cold spot next to me, just waiting to be filled by someone… by her.

Man… I had mucked this up big time.

(Time Skip – Back to Reader’s POV)

You awoke to find yourself laying across Eggsy’s chest, both of his arms wrapped around you securely. For a moment, you reveled in the feeling of someone holding you, of the warmth he gave off. Then you felt something pressing against your upper thigh.

Oh. My. God. You thought to yourself.

Picking up  your head, you glanced at Eggsy to find himself deeply asleep. Once again you succumbed to the urge to just watch him and take him in. Sure, it was a creepy thing to do, but could anyone blame you. As you took in his features, you thought back to how kind he had been when you were falling asleep, and hoped maybe he wouldn’t act like a dick and that it had just been a phase.

“I know I’m handsome, darling, but there’ll be plenty of time to stare at the gala tonight.” You stumbled out of your thoughts to see a pair of twinkling blue eyes staring at you. “What do you say to a day out in Paris before we need to get ready, love?”

You nodded your head, your heart warming as you realized he would indeed be in brighter spirits than the past week. With a smile you untangled yourself from his arms, “I’ll go get ready, then.”

(Another Time Skip to the Good Stuff, Don’t Want Any Boring Bits)

You and Eggsy walked through the streets, arm in arm. You stuck close to his side, for his warmth of course.

Snow was a rarity in Paris, but of course you two had come at just the right day. Sure, it wasn’t terrible, but you were quite susceptible to the cold.

Eggsy didn’t say anything about you clinging to him however. In a way, to you it seemed as though he welcomed it, even going so far as to wrap an arm around you.

He led you to a cafe which he and Roxy had once frequented when they went on a joint holiday. Merlin forced them to take a break from the business, and neither had a romantic partner to spend it with, so the two figured it’d be better to be in the company of a friend rather than alone.

Upon entering, you grinned at the warmth and aroma of coffee. The hostess led you both to a booth and Eggsy took your jacket before allowing you to slide in. You took off your gloves. His eyes slid to the ring on your left hand. A ring he himself had picked out from the Kingsman’s stash of jewelry.

“Bonjour, monsieur et mademoiselle. Je m'appelle Mathieu. How may I serve such a lovely couple on this fine morning?”

“Good morning, good sir. May I have a coffee, black, and a chocolate croissant.” You kept your head down so neither male could see your eyes widen and your jaw slacken at just how damn good Eggsy’s French sounded. It rolled off his tongue with ease, as though he truly was a native here.

“Et toi, belle femme?”

“May I have a chai latte and a chocolate croissant as well?” Your words may not have been as effortless or as smooth as Eggsy’s, but they would work.

“But of course, mademoiselle. Such a beautiful woman must have a lovely name, I assume?”

“Amara Foix,” you replied with a glance to Eggsy.

“And I am Rupert,” he introduced.

“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Foix, I will bring your order up straight away. It should only take but a few moments.” And with that, your waiter was off.

In the time you waited for your breakfast, you and Eggsy talked about multiple things. Your families, your friends, and you even traded some stories from your youth. You had missed this companionship with Eggsy, especially how he could always make you laugh.

When Mathieu came back, you were covering your wide smile with your hand whilst Eggsy just stared at you in wonder. You blushed, and accepted your drink and croissant from the waiter.

“How long have the two of you been together?”

“Three years,” you and Eggsy answered simultaneously.

“Le coup de foudre,” Eggsy whispered, causing you to blush even more and the waiter to smile out of happiness for us.

“You two are very lucky. That sort of love is rare. Let me know if I could be of any more assistance.” With that, Mathieu was gone again.

You and Eggsy continued your easy going chatter for a while, but natural calls. “Excuse me, love,” you said, as you stood and went to search for a bathroom.

He watched you go with a smile on his face. Maybe, just maybe, he would allow himself to pretend that this was all real. That you were madly in love with him, that you two really were newlyweds.

No matter the heartbreak it may cause him in the end.

A/N: Please let me know what you guys think of this. And yes, there will be a part 3

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The Way I Feel Inside (Eggsy x Reader) Part 1

Summary: Based off of the song, ‘The Way I Feel Inside.’ (I saw Sing a month ago and honestly loved Taron’s singing so here we go)

Pairing: Eggsy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None that I can think of

Word Count: 1636

A/N: So sorry about such a long hiatus guys. Hopefully this is a sign that my writer’s block is clearing up

Eggsy and Roxy found themselves in a bit of a predicament.

To an outsider looking in, the partners appeared to be having a marvelous time. Eggsy twirled Roxy, her scarlet dress catching the light oh so perfectly that it sparked envy into some of the women in the room. Nevermind the fact that her date looked at her as though she were the stars to his moon, and the two appeared to whisper sweet nothings into each other’s ears.

But in fact the opposite was true.

“What if they can’t reach us?”

Roxy smiled, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. “Are you really doubting Y/N’s talents?”

(Your POV)

“Morgana, I must insist-”

You cut off Merlin’s protests with a simple glare. The man held his tongue, but you could see the conflict in his gaze as he rolled his chair beside yours. Your fingers moved with grace, pressing the appropriate keys as you attempted to hack into the most complex system you had met yet: the Kremlin.

“If you even hesitate for too long-”

“Merlin,” you said, clearly exasperated, though not tearing your eyes away from the monitor now. “If you ever expect me to one day take your place, you have to trust in my skillset. Why else would you have sponsored me?”

He didn’t answer, and for that you were grateful. There was enough stress surrounding your current situation, and you would be lying if you said that your main focus was completing the mission. No, it was to make sure Eggsy got out alive.

Not that anyone needed to know that.

(Eggsy’s POV)

“Galahad, can you hear me?”

Eggsy smiled at the familiar voice. “Loud and clear, Morgana.”

Roxy’s shoulders relaxed as they twirled along the dancefloor, now able to focus on their mission without worrying about if they would even make it home.

“Good. I’m looking at the blueprints right now. There’s a hallway somewhat hidden away to your far right.” Eggsy turned his head, allowing his eyes to be yours. “Right behind Ambassador Tolstoy, can you see it?”

“Yeah,” Eggsy confirmed, dipping Roxy so she could peer past the group of fat politicians.

“Do you want me to lead Fyodor over there?” His partner questioned, her eyes already searching the crowded space for the engineer they were meant to kidnap.

Both agents heard a chuckle, most likely from Merlin, when your voice spoke into the comms again. “Lancelot, no offense, but Fyodor does not necessarily go after people like you.” Eggsy could hear the smile in your voice. “Galahad, from what I’ve observed since the connection has been re-established, the man cannot take his eyes off of you.”

Eggsy’s cheeks burned a bright red as he chanced a glance to his left. Sure enough, there stood Fyodor Romanov, a Russian gangster who single-handedly led to the assassination of four Kingsman agents two months prior. The target sipped a glass of cognac, though it appeared he had an appetite for something that would guarantee a more prolonged satisfaction.

“Galahad, all you have to do is talk to him. Maybe flirt a little, maybe a kiss…”

Roxy laughed as Eggsy twirled her around. “You’re not helping,” he grumbled out.

“Merlin will be with you the whole time. Lancelot, I’m going to contact you on a separate frequency; we have something else for you.”

Eggsy led Roxy to the edge of the dance floor, where they removed themselves from each other. Roxy tilted her head to Fyodor, her eyes sparkling. “Have fun,” she said, before walking away to do whatever it was you needed her for.

As Eggsy approached Fyodor, Merlin attempted to give him a few pointers. “Just pretend he’s Princess Tilde.” Eggsy scoffed. “Right, forgot that’s a sour topic. I’m sure from a certain angle he has to look semi-appealing.”

Eggsy shook his head, grabbing a flute of champagne and chugging it. “It’s not that he’s ugly Merlin; it’s just that I can’t–”

“How about Y/N?” Eggsy froze where he stood. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you stare at her. I’m sure that with enough imagination, and more than just one glass of champagne…” He trailed off, hoping Eggsy could follow his method of thinking.

Eggsy siddled up to the bar, right beside Fyodor. Sending the Russian his most charming smile, he whispered to the bartender, “Your strongest. Keep it coming.”

(Your POV)

You leaned back in your chair, pinching the bridge of your nose as you tried to will away the headache that was coming on. Too long staring at a screen did that to a person. Add to that the constant worrying about Eggsy… you really needed to sleep this one off.

You felt Merlin’s gaze on you, and dropped your hand to meet it. “What’s wrong?”

“Y/N,” it really never was a good sign when Merlin’s tone was serious, “how long do you plan to go on like this?”

“I have no idea what you mean.” You did.

“After what happened with Dean, I just don’t want you getting hurt again.”

“If you’re trying to imply I feel something for Eggsy, then you might need more rest than I do.” Not wanting to speak of the matter anymore, you stood from your desk and left, heading for your quarters.

Merlin sighed, shaking his head. It was then his stomach dropped as he saw your comms unit, discarded, but online. He turned it off, for once hoping his agents weren’t listening as they so often didn’t.

But fortune was not on anyone’s side that day.

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For the next week, a palpable tension rested heavily in the air. In an effort to prove Merlin wrong, you spent the majority of your time overseeing various missions, leaving the array of monitors only to eithe eat, sleep, or use the restroom (though you found that with the help of some friends and a pillow, you could do the first two down there).

Meanwhile, you noticed Eggsy appeared to be a bit down the last few days, when you would see him that is, but you just assumed it had to do with Princess Tilde, who had gotten married that week as well. Remembering how willingly Eggsy went to her once a month, you would be lying if you said you weren’t glad she had gotten married; even Eggsy had limits. Yet that still didn’t mean you enjoyed his sour mood.

One day, you decided to approach Roxy about the subject. You found her in the gun range, eyes fixed in determination as her bullets went through the same hole over and over and over again. In hindsight, her cold stare and rigid posture should have given it all away.

Fast forward ten minutes, and you found yourself in the infirmary, listening to Roxy apologize again and again as the nurse stitched up the result of a bullet grazing your arm.

Not a second later Eggsy comes into the room, his eyes wide as he takes in the scene in front of him. “What the hell happened?”

You cut off Roxy before she could say anything. “Tried practicing in the shooting range again. Now you know why Merlin keeps me off the field.” You tried to smile but winced as the nurse pulled a little too tightly on your skin.

Eggsy nodded, his concern fading before that icy mask fell over him yet again. “Well, after you’re done here, he wants to see you downstairs. Something about a Japanese hacker group.”

Without another word he left the room. You turned to Roxy, who now avoided your gaze. “What the hell is all of that about?”

“He’s just been really upset about Princess Tilde.” She pressed a hand to her comms unit and sent you an apologetic smile. “Sorry I have to go. I’ll make this up to you.”

As she rushed out of the room, you felt a feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time: loneliness. Sure, your friends were there (you supposed Merlin counted as a friend as well), but they were all lying to you. For the first time in a while, you felt like an outsider in a place that had come to mean home.

When the nurse cleared you, you headed straight for lower ground, deciding it better to immerse yourself in work rather than face the conflict at hand.

Merlin and Eggsy were standing there, waiting for you. Your superior’s eyes trailed to the bandage wrapped around your arm, to which you shrugged, wordlessly promising to explain it to him later.

“Morgana, thank you for joining us so promptly.” Merlin greeted. He turned to Eggsy, who seemed to be looking at anything except you. “Would you like to tell her or should I?”

Eggsy twirled one of Merlin’s pens in his hands. “You’re the boss.”

What the hell had gotten into him? But you didn’t have much time to contemplate this as Merlin turned back to face you.

“Lancelot is in Tibet for the rest of the month, and, due to the bombing last week, I barely have enough field agents as it is.” He couldn’t be serious. “I need you to join Galahad on a mission.”

You listened to Merlin explain the mission details. It was a usual: high class citizen who exploits their business for the sake of profits. This one in particular is suspected of human trafficking. However, your attention solely remained on Eggsy.

You watched him avoid your gaze purposely. His jaw clenched as Merlin explained the two of you would pose as a newlyweds attending a gala in Paris. Eggsy would be the supposed bastard of some aristocrat who you didn’t bother remembering the name of. The job was simple: get in, grab the banker, and get out.

Unfortunately, when it came to you two nothing was simple.

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Taron Egerton＠British GQ - May 2019.

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#32 Eggsy Unwin

#32 - Wrapping a blanket around them when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show.

            Between work and evening classes, you barely had any free time, and whatever free time you did manage to wrangle, you spent with Eggsy, going out to the pub or over to see Harry or whatever else he invited you to do with him. You hadn’t read a new book, or watched your favorite shows, in over a month, so when you finished your semester - finally! - and had a couple days off work, you made sure there was enough food and drink in the flat, settled onto the couch, and started catching up. 

            The rail clattered and creaked as Eggsy jogged up the steps, humming to himself as he pulled out the keys in his pocket, letting himself inside. He paused, hand on the knob, at the sight of you. Elbows on your knees, leaning forward and watching the television so intently, he wasn’t sure you were blinking. The words lingered on his tongue, but his eyes darted to the screen, waiting until it faded to commercial before he chuckled.

“At least tell me you’ve eaten or somethin’, luv?” You jumped, blinking a few times as you looked over at Eggsy, and blushed.

“Uh…I have food….” you answered, making him laugh as he shut and locked the door. 

“How far are you?”

“Two episodes.”

“…how many do you have to go?” he asked, hanging up his jacket before heading into the kitchenette.

“Um…about…ten?” He paused, before you cleared your throat. “Of this show?” 

         Eggsy’s laugh made you blush, and smile, as you settled back on the couch, not sure how long you were sitting forward, but knowing it was a while, based on the popping of your joints as you stretched. You quickly forgot about food, or drink, or hell, even Eggsy, as your show started again, and you settled in to watch. 

         As the credits rolled, and you reached for the remote, you jumped, looking up as Eggsy leaned over to wrap the comforter around you. 

“There.”

“…thank you…where’s your shirt?” you asked, curious, as he chuckled and stepped back, plucking it from the table to pull it on.

“I spilled on the one I came in, so I stole one of my other ones from the closet,” he shrugged, disappearing into the kitchen again as you blushed. 

        In two quick trips, Eggsy brought out drinks, and food, before settling in beside you, hooking one arm around your shoulders. Without another word, he joined you in catching up on your shows, even knowing it might be hours before you were finished, at the very least. He didn’t mind, if it meant he got to spend those hours with you, without worrying about school, or work, or anything else. 

         At least for a little while. 

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Elton and Taron Egerton teamed up for this surprise performance of ‘Tiny Dancer’ at the 27th Annual Elton John AIDS Foundation Oscars Viewing Party last night.

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The Cutest Agent

Characters: Y/n, Eggsy

Pairing: Eggsy x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, FLUFF…

Word count: 400

Summary: It’s very difficult to not find Eggsy adorable.

A/N: Ok, so…saw the gif…he’s adorable…fluffy fic was born…Hope u like it!!

“Stop staring, Galahad”, you sang out of your teeth, forcing the smile to stay plastered on you face.

His head whipped back to you, nodding apologetically as you took a bite of noodles-your peripheral vision focused on the target sat across the road from the noodle bar.

“And stop staring at me. You’re making it way too obvious”, you chastised, annoyed that you’d been assigned the newbie.

“Alright-calm down. He ain’t seen us”, he insisted, wishing you’d stop being so paranoid.

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Run Away With Me

Requests Are Open

Eggsy x Reader

Summery: College!AU in which you are drowning in school work, so Eggsy asks you to take a holiday with him to give yourself a break.

The rain seemed to be coming at you horizontally as you struggled against the wind, your balance being thrown off by the fact that you couldn’t use your arms since they were filled with books and art supplies. Advanced data analysis with Professor Ginger had just let out, relieving at least a bit of your stress since it was your last class of the day. Although, you still had a lot weighing on your mind. Ever since you had come back to university, you had been almost constantly stressed out.

Why had no one told you that coming back to university was worse than being a Freshman? When you had decided to take time off it was for no other reason than you just needed a break. Your first two years had been stressful to say the least. Changing roommates every semester because they always caused you so much anxiety, dealing with a boy who broke your heart, drowning in homework for a major you weren’t even sure you liked anymore. You didn’t regret coming back to school, it was definitely going better than before in the housing situation now that you had a place with your best friend, Roxy. But the work load was definitely beginning to take a toll. And the weather wasn’t helping either. For living in London, you weren’t all that fond of the dreary weather. Especially when the rain wasn’t even coming down in a natural direction. With a grumble under your breath, you shouldered your way into the canteen building, slipping into the door before it could close behind the gaggle of preppy girls who hadn’t even considered holding it open for you.

Once in the building, you were met with the din of dozens of students chatting while queued up to get food and a warmth that would usually be welcomed, but was almost too big of a leap from the freezing cold outside to be considered comfortable. Instead of heading strait for the canteen like the rest of the mass of students, you turned toward a staircase tucked behind a colonnade and followed it up. The stairway was nearly deserted with only one other girl passing you on her way down. You nodded to her politely and took the last couple of steps to the end of the stairs and through the doorway before it could close. The passage opened up into a cozy little lounge area that people either didn’t know about or didn’t care about. There were about ten tables and booths dotted around the loft-like area, one of which was set apart from the others, pushed even further out of view in nook next to one of the floor to ceiling windows. That was the table you set your sights on.

As soon as you got close enough to the booth, your heart fluttered in your chest. Eggsy was sitting by the window, his eyes trained onto the laptop that was covered in stickers in front of him and brows drawn together in concentrations as he typed away. You couldn’t help but stop in your tracks to stand there, just far enough away from him that he hadn’t quite noticed you yet, and watch him work on what you knew was his final paper for Professor Hart. His glasses had slipped down his nose a bit from having his head tilted down to the computer, making him subconsciously scrunch up his nose every now and then to try to push them back up.

Seeing him usually lifted your spirits, but with everything you had going on right now you still felt drained. You finally walked the last few feet to the table and dumped all the books you had been lugging around onto it before slipping in next to Eggsy, who upon seeing you, had stopped his typing to give you all his attention.

“Hey, love,” he greeted while leaning over to place a kiss on your cheek.

“Hey,” you gave a weak smile, not doing a very convincing job of hiding your exhaustion.

Eggsy of course noticed your demeanor. How your smile didn’t quite make it to your eyes and the downward slant of your shoulders that were finally free of your heavy backpack. He propped his arm up on the back of the booth behind you and turned so that his body was facing you.

“Everything alright?” He asked, concern written clearly across his face.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, turning your face away from Eggsy and bringing your gaze to the table. Eggsy knew better than to believe you, but he also knew better than to push. Instead of asking again, he waited, his concerned gaze still set on your profile.

“I just…” You began after a beat of silence, “I just don’t know how much longer I can do this. I don’t know if I can even do this at all. University is killing my spirits, Eggsy.”

There it was, out in the open after months of doubting yourself. It wasn’t a secret that you were struggling, but admitting defeat out loud was far different than letting people believe you were pushing through.

Eggsy leaned in closer to you, so close that you could feel his breath fanning out over your ear. Gently, he brought his hand up to your cheek and turned your face toward him. You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked up at him. From this close, he could see how truly tired you were, the dullness in your eyes speaking volumes, even if you wouldn’t. It broke his heart a little bit.

“(Y/N), you are the most brilliant woman I have ever met.” He began, his voice earnest as he tried to get you to see you how he saw you, “And the strongest. You can do absolutely anything you want to do. If that means dropping out for good, then I’m with you. If that means staying at school and finishing, then I’ll do everything I can to help you through it. Either way, I’m with you, babe.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you leaned into his hand, savoring the feeling of his thumb stroking your cheek.

“I just need a break from it all,” your voice was practically a wimper.

“(Y/N), I’ve actually got something to ask you.” He ventured, causing you to pull back a bit, letting his hand fall, so that you could take in his expression. Most of the concern had left his face, it’s place taken up by a soft gaze and a dreamy smile.

“Alright?” Your voice was tentative.

Eggsy took a deep breath and caught his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to get the words out.

“Go on holiday with me.”

You stared at him, his words playing over again in your mind. Your boyfriend had just asked you to go on holiday with him and the only thing you could do was stare at him, open mouthed. The only thing that got you to come back to reality was Eggsy taking your hand in his.

“I know uni’s been tough, so let’s run away from it. There’s only a couple weeks left until Christmas Break and I want to take you somewhere where you can forget about all of it. Just the two of us.”

“Where would we go?” You managed to get out through your surprise.

Eggsy smiled and let go of your hand so that he could turn his laptop toward you to show you the email from the airline showing the confirmation for tickets from London to Oahu, Hawaii.

At the sight of the email, your face finally broke into a smile, the reality of what he was asking you finally sinking in. You looked back at Eggsy, chewing on your bottom lip to keep from smiling like an idiot.

“I can’t believe it,” you finally couldn’t contain your excitement and threw your arms around Eggsy, savoring the feeling of his bomber jacket under your fingers. Eggsy wrapped his arms around you, holding you to his chest as tightly as he could.

“Well believe it, sweetheart. Cause this time in two weeks, we’ll be laying out in the sand instead of freezing our asses of here.” He said, pulling back a bit, allowing you to see how content he looked.

With the first genuine smile you had sported in weeks, you leaned forward, pressing your lips to Eggsy’s in a kiss that felt like home.

“How did I get so lucky?” You muttered against Eggsy’s lips when you had broken apart.

“I’m the lucky one.” Eggsy chuckled, giving you one last kiss before pulling back. “This is definitely going to be my favorite Christmas.”

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My new life ruiner is so fucking beautiful.

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I would like to share this beautiful passage with all of you, it’s long, but worth it. And I swear to god I didn’t alter any of this. 

….

Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.

Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which is seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.

Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.

As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm. “Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”

Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.

“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.” Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently. Hilda looked at him expectantly. “Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”

At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.

Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.

Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.

Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!

The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room. Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.

She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”

But her bed was empty.

Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.

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Masterlist

Smutty Wednesday Satisfying Temptations Part 1 Satisfying Temptations Part 2 Satisfying Temptations Part 3

The Job Interview The First Date The Wedding Night

One Shots Ice Cream

Requests Fiancée Birth 

Graduate’s Escape Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Part II Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36

Crossed Targets: Dare To Return Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Adventures By an Everyday Recluse (ABER)  Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22

Rewind Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

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Masterlist

Chapter 6

It was never officially agreed, but once Taron had suggested turning things into a first date you both seemed to relax. There was a label which allowed you to flirt more, you could freely ask him questions about his family and interests and it took away the awkwardness of being neighbours but not yet friends. It also clarified that he was interested in you, something you’d had your doubts about, but instead those doubts were replaced with a new level of excitement. So what if things hadn’t started out well? You were getting to spend most of the day one on one with the guy you’d been crushing on for weeks!

“So what are we going to see?” You asked Taron as he held the door into the cinema open for you.

“It’s a surprise.”

“Do I need to wait here whilst you get the tickets?”

“No, come on. You’ll see.” You frowned after him as you followed him up to the desk. “Can we get two tickets for whatever is showing next? But don’t tell us what it is.” He asked the young guy who seemed to mirror your confusion.

“Yeah?… it starts in 5 minutes in screen 3 if that’s ok?”

“Perfect.” Taron beamed back before also getting a large popcorn to share.

“Why do I get the feeling you’ve done this before?”

“Because you’ve probably figured out by now that I’m a bit of a serial dater…”

“Mmmm.” You agreed suspiciously. It left a new seed of doubt in your mind over whether he was genuinely attracted to you or if he was just going along with this for a bit of fun.

“There’s method to my madness.” You were starting to be able to see beyond his heart melting smile and focus on his eyes instead and you knew he could see the doubts written all over your face. “Trust me.” He added calmly as he reached out and took hold of your hand. The beat your heart skipped from his touch told you everything. You already did trust him, regardless of whether or not it was a good idea.

Screen 3 of the cinema was completely empty and Taron led you by the hand up the stairs so you could sit right in the middle. He thrust the bucket of popcorn into your lap and then grabbed a handful.

“I love it when it’s like this!… although it probably means the film’s awful.”

“You never know, last film I saw at this time of day was the 6th Harry Potter one. A group of us skipped college to see it when it first came out and we were the only ones in the cinema.”

“Amazing! Don’t think our luck is in today though.” He nodded towards the screen as the lights dimmed and you saw the film title for the first time. Sharknado 6.

“Oh god.” You looked back to Taron and laughed together.

You gave the film 10 minutes before deciding it wasn’t worth your attention anymore, instead leaning in closer to Taron so he could hear you over the terrible film score.

“Do you think it’ll get any better?”

“Not a chance. It’s not even so bad it’s funny either. What a let down. The next one has to be better!”

“Next one?”

“Yeah! I’m not walking out and throwing my money down the drain. We’re going two for the price of one here!”

“What, you mean sneak into a different screen?”

“Yes!” He sniggered and nudged his knee against yours. “And here was me thinking you were a bit of a rebel.”

“Angel by day, me… devil tendencies at night, but we’ll save that conversation for another day.”

“Well now I’m intrigued!”

“Good.” You replied smugly as you felt Taron lean in closer. You were sure he was expecting to find your lips upon his within the next minute or two, but instead he whispered into your ear.

“Pick a number between 1 and 9, and don’t say 3… unless you want to spend the next hour in here doing anything other than watching this film.” As tempting as his invitation sounded you knew you had to keep things clean and find a distraction. This day was already so far away from a one night stand that you didn’t want to ruin it by rushing to the end goal.

“4.”

“Come with me.” He took hold of your hand again and crept down the stairs towards the exit, shushing your giggles on the way despite no one else being in the room.

The next screen over was much busier and the film had already started. Taron behaved himself on the way in and guided you through the darkness to a couple of empty seats near the back. You sat down and took in the view ahead, reading the subtitles quickly and trying to gather some kind of plot. The two main characters were speaking in French and as they started to undress each other, kissing between mumbled words of attraction the romance genre was confirmed.

“ahh la baguette.” Taron spoke quietly beside you in his best French accent as the man dropped his trousers to the floor. You pushed his arm in response as you struggled to hold back your laugh. “Ou est la piscine?”

“Taron!” You hissed.

“I’m done, I’m done.” He giggled. “That’s all the French I can remember but that timing was too perfect!” He was quickly silenced when the sex scene on screen heated up and then went on for an uncomfortably long time, almost becoming pornographic. From there after you were both drawn in to the story, laughing with everyone else, holding your breath when things got tense and doing your best not to cry when the couple were tragically torn apart. A few tears raced each other down your cheeks and you wiped them away with the sleeve of Taron’s hoodie. He clocked your movements and reached out to hold your hand again, his thumb gently comforting you with empathy. It was a sweet gesture which brought back his softer, caring side, and in that moment you wanted to snuggle in against his side and bask in his protective warmth. Instead you cast him a gentle smile as the lights lifted and the credits started to roll.

“Well that was a pleasant surprise. Tragic ending, but lovely film.” He smiled back to you.

“I was so invested in them. I can’t believe they didn’t get their happy ending.” You took in a deep breath and composed yourself.

“They made the most of the time they had together. Too many people take each other for granted.”

“You don’t know what you have until it’s gone… speaking of which I should probably head back and get my spare key now. My poor little flat will be lost without me. I miss it.”

The walk back to your block of flats was filled with conversation about favourite films, childhood classics, actors and directors. You confessed to knowing very little about any director and Taron confessed to being a total film nerd. He was full of passion and enthusiasm as he spouted off knowledge about Quentin Tarantino’s back catalogue and signature style of directing. You could see exactly why Film nerd was the top of the list on his dating profile and the more he spoke about it the more attractive it made him. Hopefully he wasn’t put off by your lack of knowledge in return.

“Would I be alright to get your number?” Taron asked casually as you held the door open for him.

“Yeah, course. You’ll have to text me as I don’t have my phone on me yet.” You replied as you saved your number in his phone. “There you go. Thank you for everything today, and last night, you’ve erm… been a bit of a life saver really!”

“Ah it’s nothing, I’ve had a lot of fun and it’s been good to get to know you better.” He stepped in and wrapped his arms tightly around your shoulders, squishing you in against his chest.

“I’ll get your clothes washed and drop them back off at some point this week.”

“No rush.” He let the tight hug continue for that little bit longer before he let you go and stepped back again. “See you soon.” The wide smile he left you with was adorably cute. Excitement bubbled away in your stomach as you smiled to yourself and headed through the next door towards reception. The sign from earlier had been taken down so you walked up to the main desk to see a sheet of paper taped to the surface.

Reception closed. Open 6:30am Monday.

“Fuck.”

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