#and lip was shocked that karen didn’t know guns n’ roses

[omgrachwrites]

A Perfect Stranger - Matt Murdock

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: When a mysterious man in a mask saves your life, you long to find out who he is. You soon discover that you know more about the masked man than you thought.

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of blood, swearing, fluff, ooc 

Words: 2193

Disclaimer: The characters will be ooc, I’ve barely seen passed season one!

A/N: Aaah, this is my first time writing for Matt, I recently started watching Daredevil and I fell in love with Matt! I hope this is okay and please let me know what you think, and thank you to those amazing people who have welcomed me into the fandom! I love you all! xxx

The rain was completely soaking your hair and you were sure that your clothes were becoming see through, but that wasn’t your main concern right about now. All you were focused on was the cold metal of the gun that was pressed against your forehead. You were frozen, rooted to the spot, numb with terror. The man who held the gun to your head was shaking as he held your purse in his other hand. You wondered if this was his first time mugging someone.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” you tried reasoning with him, “you can take my purse, I promise that I won’t call the cops.”

“Shut up!” he yelled, his face was set and he looked more sure of himself. This was it; this was how you were going to die, among the scum and the filth of Hell’s Kitchen.

Suddenly, something fast and dark – like an avenging angel – came down upon the man; your assaulter cried out in pain and dropped the gun as your saviour twisted his arm. You could have run but you stayed rooted to the spot, tears running down your cheeks but you still stayed rooted to the spot.

Your saviour was too quick for you to see but they couldn’t have been human, a human couldn’t move that fast. Meaty sounds resonated through the alleyway as your saviour punched your mugger over and over again before he was thrown against the wall, rendering him unconscious.

The alleyway stank of blood and rain and as the angel stared in your direction with bloody fists, you were shocked to see that it was a man, just a man, and he had a strip of cloth covering his eyes. How did he save you without being able to see? Nervously, you approached him, it was definitely not the smartest thing to do but you had a feeling that he wouldn’t hurt you. You touched his face, feeling the stubble along his jaw.

“Thank you,” his pink lips opened just slightly when you leaned forwards and brushed your lips against his cheek. A perfect stranger.

“Did he hurt you?” his voice was deep and rich, there was something that you recognised but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“No,” you whispered, “I scraped my lip when I tripped and fell, that’s all,” the masked man cupped your jaw, gently rubbing his thumb over your wound as you gazed at the water droplets running down his face.

You shivered as his touch sent tingles down your spine and he dropped his hand when he felt your reaction. You walked behind him to retrieve your purse and when you glanced up again, he was gone; he’d disappeared into the night. You let out a sigh as you ran your hand through your wet hair and you wondered just what sort of a man your saviour was.

2 weeks later

You knocked on the door of your brother’s office and silently popped your head in, bagels and coffee in hand. Matt Murdock, your brother’s best friend looked over at the door and grinned as he adjusted his glasses.

“Hey, Y/N.

Foggy gave Matt a strange look as he looked over at you with a smile, “good morning Matt,” you laughed as your cheeks grew hot, almost glad that he couldn’t see how he affected you. But, you did wonder how a blind man could know it was you.

The confusion must have been clear in your voice because Matt chuckled softly, “I knew it was you because I recognise the scent of that beautiful rose perfume from France. You wear it a lot.”

He never ceased to amaze you, “it’s one of my favourites, I’m glad you like it,” you gazed longingly at the beautiful man before you turned to your brother, “I brought breakfast,” you held up the bag and passed him a cup of coffee.

“Thanks, Y/N, but I’ve already had breakfast.”

You tutted as you rolled your eyes, “coffee and a cigarette doesn’t count, Foggy,” you laughed as you placed the bag on the desk and turned to Matt, “there’s enough for you too, Matt.”

Matt shook his head and gave you a regrettable smile, “I’m afraid that I have other business to attend to, be good you two,” he laughed as he made his way to the door with the help of his cane.

“Bye, Matt,” you called after him with a wistful tone in your voice.

Foggy snickered and you turned back to him with a glare on your face, “what’s so funny?” you demanded.

“You’re still holding a torch for him huh? It’s been ten years, Y/N.”

“Shut up,” you laughed as you gazed out of the window, at the beautiful sprawling metropolis below.

It was a shithole but you loved Hell’s Kitchen, even after you were almost killed a couple of weeks ago. Foggy was right of course, you’d had a crush on Matt for forever but there was something dangerous about him, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You didn’t want your brother to get caught up in it.

You spent the morning with your big brother, eating breakfast and talking about his new case. He even told you about his new crush, Karen and you smiled at the way his eyes lit up when he talked about her, you couldn’t wait to meet her.

“Shit!” Foggy cursed beneath his breath as you got ready to leave the tiny office.

“What’s wrong?” you laughed and Foggy looked up at you with a grimace on his face.

“I forgot to give Matt these files,” he slammed the papers down on the desk, frustration marring his features. He was such a drama queen sometimes.

“I’ll swing by after work and give them to him,” it was a perfect excuse to spend more time with Matt.

“Are you sure?” Foggy asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise and you nodded, smiling gently at him, “thanks Y/N, you’re the best.”

You grinned as you took the files off the desk, “I know,” you giggled, “I’ll see you later,” you kissed Foggy’s cheek before leaving for work.

Hours later, you were in front of Matt’s apartment door, a bag of Chinese take out in hand as you wrestled with yourself, trying to gain the courage to knock. You tried telling yourself that it was only Matt, a man – a gorgeous man – who you’d known for ten years. It didn’t help. You let out a deep breath and knocked on the door. A few seconds passed – but it felt like an eternity – before Matt opened the door.

Your throat went dry as he stood before you in a white shirt and grey sweatpants and he wasn’t wearing his glasses, you had so rarely seen him without them. You were breathless at how gorgeous his deep brown eyes were. You gulped back your nerves.

“Hi, Matt.”

A slow charming smile spread across his face when he realised it was you, “hey Y/N, is that Chinese take-out I smell?” he chuckled and you grinned.

“It is indeed, you forgot a few files at the office and I told Foggy that I’d drop them off and I thought it couldn’t hurt to bring some food over.”

“That’s so sweet, please come in,” he graciously welcomed you into his spacious apartment.

It was dark inside, illuminated by the huge billboard just outside his window and you placed the files on the coffee table before turning back to Matt who was already moving around his kitchen.

“Here, I’ll get some plates out,” you smiled but he shook his head, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got it,” he moved around the space with such ease and you mentally slapped yourself for being an idiot. Of course he would know his way around his own apartment.

“I’m so sorry Matt, that was a stupid thing to say,” you flushed.

He chuckled as he sauntered over to the couch with plates in hand, “it’s really okay,” he sat next to you, so close that his leg touched yours and you could feel the warmth radiating from him.

“Do you miss it? Being able to see,” you blurted out without thinking, thrown off by this gorgeous man’s presence.

Matt only smiled softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling and he nodded, “I’m used to it now but I do miss being able to see,” he paused as he lowered his eyes to the floor, “I wish that I could see your face but I can tell that you’re beautiful.”

You giggled nervously as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you busied yourself with unpacking the food. As you and Matt ate, you talked about anything and everything, from life in Hell’s Kitchen to the dates you had been on. You knew that Matt didn’t date one person for too long and you felt a twinge of jealousy when you thought about all the beautiful super models he’d had in this apartment.

As he talked, you were completely captivated by his good nature and his gentle beauty. He almost caught your eye a couple of times and you found yourself wishing that he could see you. You wished that he could see all the longing glances you gave him because then he would know how you felt about him.

When you were both finished, you cleared the plates and took them to the sink, despite Matt’s protests. On the kitchen island you noticed a strip of cloth, it was just a strip of cloth but it stirred a memory. It was as if you were in a trance and picked it up, lifting it to your nose. It smelled of blood and rain, and you knew exactly where you had smelled it before. The alley on the night you had been attacked.

Suddenly, your heart started beating wildly as a thousand thoughts ran rampant through your head, returning to the same possibility as you looked at Matt. He seemed to sense your discomfort because his head perked up and an expression of worry marred his handsome features.

“Is everything okay, Y/N?”

You didn’t reply right away, how could you? You imagined Matt with the strip of cloth over his eyes and your heart jolted. He was blind, how could a blind man do the things that your perfect stranger had done? You hoped that Matt wasn’t lying about being blind, why would anyone lie about that?

“You’re the masked man,” you said simply as you pieced everything together, you were numb with shock.

Matt let out a surprised gasp as those rosebud lips opened in surprise. No wonder you had recognised him, “Y/N,” he trailed off, biting his lip.

“Aren’t you? Don’t lie to me Matt, please not now,” you sighed and he dropped his head in defeat, running his hands through his hair.

“Yes! Okay, it was me, it’s always been me, come and sit down Y/N, please,” he gestured to the couch; he sounded so desperate that your feet moved of their own accord and you found your place next to him.

A thousand possibilities ran through your head, how could a blind man be so good at fighting? How did he save you? “you saved my life, Matt. How could you possibly do it? Are you really blind?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

A flash of pain flickered across Matt’s handsome face and you instantly wished that you could take it back, he reached for you and took your hands in his, rubbing his calloused finger tips over your knuckles in soothing circles, “yes, I’m blind. But, I see the world in my own way, I have certain…abilities,” he hesitated and then proceeded to tell you that when he was a little boy, an old blind man had come to visit him in the orphanage and had trained him, teaching him how to use his abilities.

It was a wild story, like something straight out of a comic book but you knew that Matt wouldn’t lie about this, you were a good judge of character, you had known him for ten years, “does Foggy know?” you asked, after a couple of minutes of silence.

Matt laughed a little, “no, I don’t want to get him involved, I didn’t want you to get involved but I guess I’m not as sneaky as I thought, you won’t tell anyone will you?”

“No, Matt. Of course I won’t,” you smiled as you trailed your fingers across his rough jaw, “but you need to tell Foggy, he’ll be pissed if he discovers it another way.”

Matt, chuckled as he leaned into your touch, “yeah you’re probably right.”

“You saved my life, Matt, thank you,” you grinned as Matt’s fingers trailed over your face gently before he leaned in and softly pressed his lips to yours. It was amazing how brutal he could be when you were faced with an assaulter but so gentle when he kissed you. You gasped into his open mouth and let him kiss you in the midst of Hell’s Kitchen.

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@smiithys​ @elayneblack​ @amelie-black​

[katymacsupernatural]

When Normal’s Not Enough

Dean Winchester x Reader

2000 Words

Summary: After a hunt goes bad, Y/N runs from her life. But it catches back up with her.

Warnings: Angst at first, then fluff

You should have been happy. Sitting there, on your porch, a glass of freshly brewed iced tea in your hands, everything should have been perfect. However, you found yourself remembering that fateful night that had changed everything, your heart aching as if it had happened yesterday.

A hunt had taken a turn for the worst. Your best friend, Amanda, had been overtaken by the pack of hungry werewolves, torn to shreds in front of your eyes. And that’s when you knew, your hunting days were over.

Dean had taken your news the hardest, just as you had expected he would. Not only had you left hunting, but you were leaving behind everything that went with it, including the man you loved.

“Please Dean, don’t follow me,” you had pleaded. “Let me go. Fade away into the normal. Away from this...pain.”

“Away from me?” He had asked, his mossy green eyes were full of pain.

“I’m sorry,” was the last thing you had said to him before fleeing. Away from hunting and the bunker. Away from the best people you had ever known. To this life. A very normal life. 

That had been three years ago. Three long years. You had found the most normal town you could think of. Got a job as a waitress. Found a small little bungalow that was all yours. Everything you would have normally done before hunting had gotten in the way. 

But hunting had seemed to follow you, as much as you would let it. Your front door mat had a devil’s trap painted below. Containers of salt were carefully placed in every room, along with iron. Along with a couple of guns carefully hidden, that’s as far as you let hunting follow you.

“Morning Y/N!” Your neighbor Suzie called out. She was pushing a smart-looking pink stroller down the sidewalk. “What a beautiful day for a walk. Want to join me and this little cutie?”

“No, that’s all right,” you answered back and she kept on moving. 

Sighing, you sat down your glass of tea, just as your phone rang. “Hey Stevie,” you answered, your coworker on the other end.

“Listen, I know you’re off today, and I was wondering,” She started. “This morning sickness is kicking my butt. Do you think you could take my shift tonight?”

You had really been looking forward to having the night off. Especially after working every day for the past 6 days. But you couldn’t say no to Stevie. “Sure,” you answered.

“Thanks, Y/N! I owe you!” She exclaimed before hanging up.

Dropping the phone on the cushion beside you, you stared out at the tranquil street. Your neighbor across was out watering her prize-winning roses. Across from her was an older couple sitting on their porch. He was reading the newspaper while she sipped on her tea. 

People walked up and down the pristine sidewalk, many pushing baby strollers. Everyone was smiling. And it was starting to drive you crazy.

It shouldn’t have been. It’s what you had so desperately wanted, no needed after that dreadful hunt. You had wanted everything normalcy could bring you. But it didn’t feel right. Sure, the people were nice, but you still felt like an outsider. Living a fake life, watching as their lives blossomed. They fell in love, started families. And you? You hadn’t been able to force yourself to move on yet. Not after everything. 

Being here, forcing yourself to smile while everyone had no idea what you had been through. It was harder than you expected, and sometimes you picked up your phone, staring at his name. Wishing you were brave enough to press the green button. But you had burned that bridge, and he would probably never want to hear from you again.

A couple of hours later you were tying your apron on, getting ready for another day at work. The place was packed, as usual after the college’s baseball game. The owner, Karen was barking orders while the cook Steve tried to keep up. Pasting a fake smile on your face, you pushed past the swinging doors, stopping immediately.

There he was. Dean Winchester. The man that had haunted your dreams ever since you had moved to this tiny little town. He was looking down at the tattered and stained menu in his hands. His grey flannel shirt rolled up to show those strong forearms. His hair seemed a little longer than you remembered, and there were more lines on his face. But it was him.

Your knees shaking slightly, you did the only logical thing you could think of. Turning around, you pushed back through the doors, pressing your back against the wall. “Y/N!” Karen exclaimed. “We’ve got a full house out there today. There’s no time for dawdling.”

Taking a deep breath, you stepped back into the dining area. Dean was still staring down at the menu, his mossy green eyes staring down. He was alone, his brother nowhere to be seen which surprised you. 

He was on your side of the restaurant, which didn’t surprise you. Of course, fate would throw you back together once again.  Your hands shook slightly as you stepped up to the booth. “Double cheeseburger, fries, and a slice of apple pie?” You asked, knowing exactly what he normally would order.

“How the hell do you know my...Y/N?” His green eyes were wide with wonder, his plump lips parted in shock. “What are you doing here?”

“I work here,” you answered. You could feel Karen’s eyes burning into the back of your neck, and you knew you needed to move on to the next customer soon. “So, did I get the order right?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, refusing to take his eyes off of you. “Yeah, of course, you did. You always knew what I liked.”

You scribbled it down on the order form. “It will be a couple of minutes.” Turning to leave, he reached out and grasped you by the wrist.

“Don’t go. Please,” he pleaded.

“I have to work,” you argued, even though it felt so good to see him again. You wanted to sit with him, to be with a person who understood everything you’ve gone through. That’s seen the same craziness that you have. 

You pulled away, steadying yourself as you handed off his order. “He’s handsome,” Karen came over, snapping her gum, her bright red hair piled high on her head. “And you’re not getting any younger.”

You rolled your eyes. “Thanks. But he’s just an old family friend, passing through town. That’s it.”

“Honey, I don’t think you believe that. And he can’t keep his eyes off of you.”

Winking, she pulled a couple of plates from the warmer. Her words rang true, you could feel Dean’s gaze hot on your back. You wanted to turn around but refused to. You had work to do, and you had no idea how you were going to handle him. 

You didn’t have to worry about that for now. With the place being packed, you were kept on your toes, feeling drinks, taking orders. But the whole time you could see Dean watching you, his expression unreadable. 

When his order was ready, your hand shook slightly as you brought it over to him. “Extra bacon, on the house,” you told him, setting down the burger in front of him. Reaching down, you snatched a fry from his plate, tossing it into your mouth.

“You’re the best,” he exclaimed before shoving his mouth so full of the burger his cheeks bulged. “Y/N, I want to talk to you,” he mumbled, his words hardly recognizable with his mouth so full. 

You shook your head. “Not here. Later. Come by my house.”

You took a slip of paper, writing your address on it, and slipped it to him. When reaching for the paper, his hand grasped yours. “It’s really good seeing you again.”

Tears started to fill your eyes, and you quickly turned away. If he saw those tears, well he was Dean Winchester after all.

The rest of the evening rushed by. Dean had left quickly after you had passed the paper, taking his burger and pie for the road. 

The crowd thinned out, and Karen let you leave early. Your house was within walking distance, and it gave you time to think. Think about what you were going to say to Dean. Wonder what he was doing in town. You had kept your eye on the news, and nothing had seemed suspicious. But you had seen how surprised he had been at the diner. So you were completely confused.

The familiar black Impala was parked out front, and Dean was leaning against the passenger door. Suzie was watering her flowers. There were puddles underneath as she stared curiously at Dean.

You waved at her, letting her know it was okay. “Nice house,” Dean said as he pushed away from the car. “Seems like you’re doing well.”

“It’s a rental,” you offered as you pushed the door open. “It’s nice, and it came furnished.”

“Hmm,” he answered, peering around. “Seems like a pretty nice setup. You must be happy here.”

You ignored that comment, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and pouring a glass for each of you. Sitting down on the edge of your armchair, you got right to it. “Dean, what’s up? Why are you here.” 

He sat across from you, the glass resting in his hand but he made no move to drink. Swirling the liquid around, he finally glanced up at you. “It was the best damn coincidence I’ve ever had.”

“Huh?”

Dean chuckled, setting the glass down. “Y/N, I did everything in my power to let you go. You deserved all of this and more. I hunted with Sam. But you were on my mind every single day. Then imagine my surprise, as I was stopping on my way back to the bunker, to see you. For the first time in years.”

“Bunker?”

“You’ve missed out on so much,” he replied. “But tell me the word, and I’ll be gone. Leave you to...whatever this life holds for you.”

You gave him a half-smile. “What word?”

Dean’s eyes watched you closely. “I just want to know you’re happy. Tell me that, and mean it, and you’ll never see me again.” You could see how much the words cost him, but you were grateful he was giving you the chance. A chance at a normal life, away from monsters and death, and horrible things that crept up in your nightmares. 

But was it what you really wanted? To live with only every day worries. To make small talk with your neighbors at the grocery store. To wait tables for the rest of your life. To not have Dean Winchester in your life?

You had missed the stubborn man with your whole heart, and seeing him here made this decision even harder. 

A tear slipped down your cheek, giving away your answer. Instantly he was pulling you to your feet, wrapping you in those arms you had missed so much. “Damn it Y/N, why didn’t you call?” He ground out, his hold on you almost crushing. 

“I almost did. Each and every day I would pull your name up on my phone. But this is what I had thought I needed. That if I just gave it a little more time,” you sniffed. “But it didn’t erase the memory of Amanda. And I missed you. So freaking much.”

“Come home with me,” he offered, using the back of his knuckle to wipe away your tears. “Sure, there’s still hunting, and with that comes pain. But it’s different now. We have a home, a place we belong. And you belong there too.”

All it took was a nod from you before Dean was swirling you around the room. Within an hour your life here was packed up, placed in the back seat of the Impala. You tossed the keys over to Suzie, knowing she would help you out. She clutched them tightly, winking your way as you settled in the passenger side of the Impala. It finally felt like you could breathe. That everything was going to work itself out.

Dean reached over, threading your fingers through his. “Best pit stop ever,” he exclaimed, and you had to agree. Dean had just saved you from a normal life, and you couldn’t be more grateful.

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[imaginedilestrade]

Second chances.

This was requested by the lovely @withlove-karen 😁😘

Request: Greg x kingsman!Reader. Reader is an undercover agent and falls for him but can’t tell him who she is.

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“Ahh Bedivere, nice of you to finally join us…” Harry uttered out as you rushed to sit down at the table across from Roxy and Eggsy.

You shot them both a smile before getting down to business “Sorry for being late, I was helping a client. What has happened?”

Harry let out a sigh “We could be compromised,” your brows knitted together with worry “Charlie Hesketh, the former candidate, has gotten himself into a bit of bother with the police. Apparently there is a file and you three could potentially be in it. It could expose all of you.”

“So what do we do?” Eggsy asked almost raring to kick Charlie’s arse.

“Well Eggsy I’ll need you and Roxy to track down Charlie and bring him back here, we can deal with him. Y/N, I’ve arranged you to go undercover at Scotland Yard where his file is being kept, get it and bring it back here so it can be destroyed.” Harry handed you a pass with your photo on it, it looked like legitimate ID for the Yard.

You took it and put it away in your pocket “You got it Harry, I’ll get that file.”

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You straightened out your suit jacket while you walked to the office belonging to the man you would be reporting to whist at the yard. You lightly knocked on the door and a voice from the other side called you in.

“Hello!” You smiled and walked in, your smile fell slightly with shock seeing the man rising from his seat. “He-hello…” you breathed out and slowly held your hand out for him to shake.

“Hi! You must be Y/N, I’m detective inspector Greg lestrade. It’s nice to meet you.” That smile was causing your knees to knock together and you almost forgot why you were at Scotland Yard in the first place.

“Y-yeah!” Yo nervously stuttered out “It’s nice to meet you too.”

Getting nervous was something you had never done before, especially because of a guy.

“Well,” Greg clapped his hands together “I should show you around and help you get settled in properly.”

Greg showed you around the building, mainly the floor you would be on, you asked a lot of questions in attempts to know where the police files were stored. Greg stopped by a door with a card activated lock beside it “This is where we keep criminal files,” jackpot “I’ll take you through there properly tomorrow or the next day, it’s a lot to take in.”

“That’s perfect,” you smiled “Thanks for all your help today, Greg.”

You saw him scratch the back of his neck, he was nervous too. Roxy spent the day teaching you about how a person is feeling from how they move, at the time it was boring but now you found it incredibly handy.

“If it’s alright with you,” Greg broke your train of thought “Do you want to head to the pub for a drink? You don’t have to if you don’t want to but it would be nice to get to know you…”

Greg rambled on and you bashfully smiled “I’d like that.”

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“They’re not still going on are they?!” Eggsy asked, clearly exasperated.

You and Greg had been talking and laughing away for hours. He was so easy to get along with, it was natural.

“I don’t think I’ve seen Y/N smile so much,” Roxy softly smiled to herself before becoming serious “I just hope she doesn’t get herself into too much bother.”

You let out another roar of laughter as Greg finished his story about finding Anderson stuck in a hedge. “That is hilarious!” You wiped away the tears of joy from your eyes “I’ll never let him live that down!”

“Yeah well you didn’t hear it from me!” Greg winked and your smile hitched as your heart skipped a beat. It sent a unknown spark through your body, one that you didn’t even knew existed.

“I should get home,” you quickly finished off the last of your drink. Greg rushed down his and stood up to put on his jacket “Oh no! Don’t rush because of me, I can get back home myself.”

“Not a chance! Besides, I don’t usually get the opportunity to walk home a beautiful woman.” Greg helped you put on your jacket and you bit down on your lip to stop itself from smiling too much. You’d never experienced this sort of affection before, you had never really looked for it or even wanted it. You were so busy trying to be a kingsman that you had put your whole life to one side to focus on that.

The walk home was quiet between the both of you it was a comfortable silence. You appreciated the company more than anything. Greg stopped by your threshold and you tanked him for walking you back. He leaned in and placed a kiss on your cheek “Hand a good night.”

He turned and left leaving you compactly taken aback. You pressed a hand to your face, your heart had stopped as soon as his skin came into contact with yours.

You knew you shouldn’t be wanting more, but you did.

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Two days later, Greg kept to his word. You eagerly stood outside the door that held a multitude of records behind it. “I don’t think I’ve seen anyone so excited to get in here!” Greg laughed.

You calmed yourself down and cleared your throat “Sorry…”

“Don’t be,” Greg assured “It’s cute…”

You grinned and then mentally slapped yourself out of your rose-coloured trance. Greg opened the door and you stepped in, as soon as you did Greg’s phone rang. “Sorry, I have to take this. I’ll be a minute.”

As soon as Greg left you got to work and asked Merlin to guide you to the file. It wasn’t as complex as you originally thought and managed to find Charlie’s file with ease and hit it in your outfit, well before Greg came back. When he did, he looked as white as a sheet. “What’s wrong?” You asked genuinely concerned.

“We’ve got to go!”

—

Greg didn’t tell you much about the situation, only that it was serious. You found yoursef in a mess you didn’t need to be in. You drove to the location with Greg, he requested you to stand next to him the entire time. It was a shabby, abandoned office block that had been derelict for a number of years.

Greg pushed you back behind him. You felt like telling him that you were a highly trained spy and could deal being in your own but to keep him assured, you stayed behind him.

“Do you hear that?” He asked.

You listened carefully to what sounded like voices coming from the end of the corridor. Greg aimed his gun out in front of him while you grabbed onto your kingsman pan that was in your pocket.

Out of no where a hand wrapped itself around your mouth and you let out a muffled scream. Greg turned and was about to shoot but his gun was knocked out of his hand by another man.

The same man grabbed Greg and the Di let out a small yelp of pain. That’s when you saw red and raised a leg up to kick the man that was holding you. You wrapped a leg right around his neck and released it when you heard a cracking noise.

The man holding Greg pushed him out of his hold and attempted to lunge for you but you knocked him to the floor and stabbed your pen into his neck.

Greg stood there with a gaping mouth “What?! Where did you learn that?!” He screamed.

You breathed out a small laugh “There’s a lot of new material at the police academy…” you joked and Greg’s brows furrowed. He didn’t look amused. “Okay, I’m not part of the police force. I’m with an organisation called the kingsman-”

“Isn’t that a tailor shop?” Greg cut you off.“

"Not exactly, I can’t tell yoy because I have to go…”

“Go where?” Greg asked with a voice full of disappointment.

“Back to the kingsman. It’s too much to explain Greg. I’m sorry about all this,” you looked down at the two men by your feet.

“You saved my life…” he whispered and shuffled closer towards you.

You smiled and kissed his cheek “You’ll never remember.” You set your watch and shot him with a little dart that would leave him with amnesia. You let out a sigh as Greg crashed out on the floor “Merlin, going to need some help here.”

“You got it Y/N.” you heard the Scot through the comms “I’m sorry about Greg, he seemed nice.”

“Yeah,” you sadly smiled and soothingly stroked his cheek “He is.”

—

“Yeah okay I’ll get you an Americano!” You shouted down the phone “I’ll be ten minutes tops eggsy!” You hung up and let out a huff of air. You scampered into the coffee shop and crashed into someone, almost knocking them over “I’m so sor-” you cut yourself and blinked in shock.

“It’s alright!”

Greg was standing in front of you. It had been almost a year and suddenly a wave of emotions crashed over you. Greg’s eyes narrowed slightly feeling a sense of deja vu “Do I know you?”

Your eyes widened “Nope!” You said a little too loudly and a little to quickly “I nave never seen you before in my life!”

“That’s weird, I recognise you. But to be honest I don’t think I’d ever forget a face like yours…” God you missed that charm. Your cheeks flushed and you looked to the floor with a smile “Let me get you a coffee,” he offered “Perhaps I can figure out where I know you from over one.”

You smiled as he ordered, perhaps this was a second chance.