#this thought came to me while watching kingsman golden circle

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I would love to know how certain star wars characters would react to other roles their actors have played.

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he already has my approval ~ taron egerton

word count: 4393

request?: no

description: in which her dad keeps trying to set her up with her celebrity crush, who just so happens to be playing him in a biopic

pairing: taron egerton x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two, three)

The first time I met Taron was on the red carpet for Kingsman: The Golden Circle, and it did not go as well as I had wished it would’ve.

I had seen the first movie in theaters when it came out and immediately developed a crush on Eggsy, and, in turn, on his actor Taron. When dad was offered a cameo in the sequel, I think I was more excited than he was. I begged dad basically every day to let me go to set with him, but I was in college at the time and neither of my dads would let me miss that much time to travel just to meet my celebrity crush. It felt unfair at the time, but they had a point in the long run.

When the day of the premiere came around, dad took me as his plus one to the red carpet. I was buzzing with excitement the entire day as dad’s stylists came in to help us get ready for the night, but the minute our ride pulled up to the red carpet my excitement turned to nervousness. There was no reason for me to be so nervous. I had been to huge events like this before, and of course I had met famous people plenty of times. But there was something about meeting my actual celebrity crush that made me feel like a high schooler who was about to go on her first date.

Dad introduced me to Taron, because of course he did. Fatherhood never changed who dad was, and he was shithead, cocky, lived to tease everyone in his life Elton John. I always knew it was a bad idea to tell dad about my crush on Taron, but I never regretted it more than when I heard him shout across the red carpet, “Taron, darling, come here!”

He looked like the most handsome man in the entire world dressed in his suit, his smile lighting up his face as he approached us. That moment was when I realized he was real. He wasn’t just a character on my screen; he was an actual real person. And now he was stood in front of me. So close that I could smell his cologne, and boy, did it ever smell good.

“Taron, I want you to meet my daughter (Y/N),” dad said, gesturing to me. I was still in such awe by his beauty that I almost forgot who I even was.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/N),” Taron said as he shook my hand. “Elton has spoke very highly of you.”

My brain was definitely short circuiting. Hearing him say my name was one thing, but then for him to also say that he’s heard a lot about me from dad also contributed to it. When I realized I was just stood there staring at him like an idiot, I felt embarrassment wash over me. I tried to force myself to say something, but it was like I completely forgot how to speak English.

“She’s a little shy because she has a crush on you.”

I turned to look at dad in disbelief. If there was a higher power, They would do me a favor and open up the floor to swallow me whole and take me away from this entire situation.

I made my escape before Taron could say anything. I turned away from the two of them and walked away as quickly as possible.

The memory haunted my nightmares for a while afterwards. Even after I managed to forget about it for the most part, the intrusive thought would pop into my mind from time to time just to make me cringe. I could barley ever watch Taron’s movies anymore without thinking about that moment, which was hard since I still had such a big crush on him.

A year later, I was on set with dad and papa for the movie papa was producing about dad. Papa was so excited, as he was making the movie as a gift to dad. Papa had complete creative freedom and dad was able to give as much input as he wanted. When filming started, the two of them wanted to bring me, Zachary, and Elijah on set to watch some of the filming. They hadn’t told me much about the movie just yet, but papa’s excitement was contagious enough that I was feeling it, too.

“We’re filming the Troubadour scene today,” papa was telling us. “Full 70s aesthetic. You guys are gonna feel like you were really there to see your dad’s first ever solo performance.”

“Do I get any 70s outfits once you guys are done filming?” I asked.

“Darling, you know we have a closet full of all my favorite outfits from those days,” dad said. “You’re free to go through it as you please. It’ll be the real deal, not some cheaply made replicas.”

“Hey! You’re the one who approved of Taron’s wardrobe!” papa said with a chuckle.

The mention of his name made me stop in my tracks. “Wait...whose wardrobe?”

Both of them looked at me, confused by my reaction. “Taron, honey,” papa said. “That’s who’s playing dad in the movie. You didn’t know that?”

Memories from the year before came rushing back. I could not see him again or else I may just turn into an embarrassment puddle at his feet. I especially couldn’t be here with dad and have a potential repeat of the situation.

As if reading my thoughts, dad walked up to me and gently took my hand in his. “Honey, it’s been a year. He’s not going to remember.”

“But what if he does?” I asked. “God, he probably thinks I’m crazy after our first encounter. I can’t watch the filming.”

“Hey, hey, calm down sweetheart,” papa said. “You’re working yourself up. It’s okay. If you feel uncomfortable you don’t have to watch, but I don’t think it’ll be as bad as you’re expecting.”

I took a couple deep breaths to calm myself down. I wanted to be there and support both of my dads on this project they were both so excited over. I knew they were right and Taron likely didn’t even remember our first encounter, but I still couldn’t shake this pre-embarrassment feeling about seeing him again.

I sucked it up and followed them to the Troubadour set. There were many extras dressed in 70s clothes standing around the stage. The general murmur of the crowd turned into an excited one as people began to notice dad walking onto the set. I couldn’t see Taron anywhere, but I did recognize Richard Madden talking to the movie’s director, Dex Fletcher. Zachary was tightly holding my hand, trying to hide behind me. I knew the crowd was likely making him nervous, so I squeezed his hand and picked him up.

“Lead actor walking the set!”

I felt my body tense as everyone turned to see Taron taking the stage. He was wearing a pair of white overalls and a navy blue shirt with silver stars. He had on a wig that looked like dad’s hair from this time period and a pair of thick framed glasses that matched his overalls. He looked really good, even if he was dressed as my dad.

It took my brain a moment to register that he was walking towards us. I felt the panic return, but I tried my best to play it cool.

“It’s like looking in a mirror,” dad said as he embraced Taron. “I still have this outfit I’m pretty sure. I was just telling (Y/N) that I still have all my favorite outfits back home going all the way back to this very first performance.”

At the mention of my name, Taron’s eyes landed on me. I tried not to crumple under his gaze, and kept the smile on my face.

“Hey,” Taron said. “Good to see you again.”

“Good to see you, too,” I said, surprisingly myself with how confident i sounded.

“Who is this little guy?” Taron asked, referring to Zachary. The young boy buried his face in my neck, peaking one eye up at Taron.

“This is Zachary,” I said. “Z, this is Taron. Doesn’t he look like daddy?”

Taron struck a pose for Zachary, who seemed to warm up slightly but not a lot.

“What do you think, Elijah?” papa asked the youngest boy. “Do you think Taron looks like daddy?”

Elijah shook his head. “Daddy is old!”

We burst out into laughter as dad gave Elijah a mocked offended look. Elijah squealed as dad picked him up and began tickling his sides. Zachary was still a bit hesitant, but I could feel his body shaking as he chuckled in my arms.

“Come on, Rocket Man, we gotta start filming,” Dex called to Taron.

Taron made his way onto the set stage. Quiet was called and a hush fell over the room. The minute Dex called action, music filled the silence. One of dad’s songs, his least favorite yet one of his most popular ones, began to play. Except it wasn’t dad singing it, it was Taron’s voice. I was a little shocked to hear him singing instead of there being a backing track of dad’s music, but I had to admit he was an amazing singer. It was a fantastic choice they made. His singing voice was amazing and it made the movie have more of a fantastical musical vibe, instead of just a movie with dad’s voice dubbed over for the music.

I tried to get Zachary out of his shell more by dancing with him while the music was playing. We were not strangers to dad’s music. The three of us had seen dad perform on numerous occasions. I figured the familiarity of the music, plus the goofy dancing would definitely help with his nervousness. And I was right for the most part; Zachary came out of his nervous cocoon eventually and started dancing with me. By the time Dex called cut on the scene, Zachary felt comfortable enough to be put back down on to the floor and followed dad and papa to meet Jamie Bell, who was playing Uncle Bernie.

“Seems he enjoyed the show.”

I jumped at the sound of Taron’s voice so suddenly. He was laughing at my reaction as I turned back to him, my heart beating a million beats per second just having him so close to me.

“I think he just needed some time to warm up to being around so many people,” I said. “Usually when we go to dad’s shows we’re in a special VIP area where it’s just the three of us and papa, so he’s not used to so many people and so much attention being on him.”

“I get that. He’s only young. Doesn’t fully understand how well loved his dad is.”

“I don’t think I even fully understand it, and I’m in my mid 20s,” I said.

Taron chuckled and I couldn’t help but smile too. The realization of his realness was starting to wash over me again. He was actually here, stood in front of me, talking to me. He was a real person!

“Listen,” Taron said, “I wanted to talk about the first time we met.”

I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I tried not to let my embarrassment show too much. Maybe if I pretended I didn’t even remember, we could just move on from the entire situation and pretend like it never happened.

“I’m sorry it went the way that it did,” he continued. “I know you were embarrassed about what your dad said. I know Elton meant no harm, and he was just trying to tease you because...well, he’s Elton John, but it really wasn’t fair of him to say that to me when we were first meeting. I could tell by your face that that wasn’t exactly the way you wanted our first meeting to go.”

I was a little surprised by what he was saying. I don’t know why I was expecting for him to say something that would make the situation worse, like maybe calling me out on my crush and saying something about it. He seemed like a really nice guy, not the type to make someone feel bad. But I guess, after having an entire year to let that embarrassing moment stew, I just expected the worst if I ever met him again.

“I appreciate you saying that,” I said. “It definitely was not the way I wanted to meet the guy I had such a big crush on. I think dad expects stuff like that to wash over me like water off a duck’s back because of who he is and how many famous people I’ve met and am close to, but his status never makes those types of interactions easier. Again, especially when meeting someone that I was crushing so hard on.”

Taron was giving me a look that I wasn’t sure how to read at first. “Was?”

My brows furrowed together. “Hmm?”

“You said ‘someone I was crushing on’. As in you’re not anymore?”

I wasn’t sure why that was the part he was focusing on. I opened my mouth to respond, but Dex called to Taron again. Taron looked at me and winked behind the thick framed glasses before making his way back to set to start filming again. And it was with that wink that I could not handle anymore and finally had to sit myself down.

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I kept coming to set the next few weeks. At first it was only one day out of the week for a couple of hours, but soon enough I was tagging along with dad and papa every day. I tried to tell them it was because I was enjoying watching the movie being filmed, and getting to relive these big moments with dad, but they both knew that wasn’t the truth. They knew I was going because I wanted to see Taron.

We had gotten to talking a lot in between takes when I was on set. About everything and anything really. It started with just getting to know each other, but eventually it blossomed into talking about whatever was on our minds. Sometimes it was about the movie, sometimes it wasn’t. Either way, we just got to know one another. And eventually, my “celebrity crush” became a real one.

I knew my dads could see what was going on, but they didn’t bring it up. I figured that was mostly because of how my first interaction with Taron went and dad didn’t want to risk embarrassing me like that again. Which, I did appreciate. I felt like a friendship was being built with Taron and I didn’t want that to be risked with fatherly embarrassment to the extreme, even though I knew that wasn’t dad’s intentions.

One day, we walked on set and I was surprised to see Taron was nowhere in sight. Instead, we walked into a setup that looked like great grandma Ivy’s apartment that I had seen in plenty of dad’s baby pictures. There were three different actors than normal on set, one I recognized as Bryce Dallas Howard and one young boy I recognized to be dressed up the way dad had been when he was that age. I realized pretty quickly that today was probably mostly shooting scenes of flashbacks from dad’s childhood, which caused me to feel disappointed realizing that I likely wouldn’t be seeing Taron today.

I was sat in my usual seat (because yes, I had visited so often that I was given a seat with my name on it) watching the set up for the scene when dad came over and sat next to me, dramatically sighing as his body settled into the chair.

“These old bones can hardly sit down anymore,” he said.

I smiled at him. “Oh, please. You’re hardly that old, dad. Besides, we both know that after everything you’ve gone through, you’re going to outlive us all.”

“A man can only hope.” We laughed together. Dad put an arm around my shoulder and leaned into me. “Taron’s in his trailer, you know.”

“Oh?” I said, hoping I didn’t seem as excited by this information as I was. “He’s filming later on then?”

“Yeah, way later on this evening. David said that Taron showed up way earlier than he needed to claiming that he thought his call time was this morning, not this evening.” I raised an eyebrow at him, silently telling him to say whatever it was he was trying to say. “I don’t think that was the case, though.”

“Clearly.”

“I think he came here early hoping to see you.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “I think you’re being a little ambitious there dad.”

“About as ambitious as I would be to say that you show up every day so you can see him, too?” When I didn’t respond to that, dad just laughed. “I see things, (Y/N). My eyes may be old, but they can still see things that no one else sees.”

“And what is it that you see with me and Taron?”

“I see a young man who is enamored by a young woman, and a young woman who feels the same way. I also see two cowards who are too afraid to confess their feelings to one another.”

I playfully nudged him with my elbow, to which he dramatically clutched his stomach and acted like I had shot him or something.

“I’m not saying that Taron feels anything for me,” I said, “because I don’t think he does. I think he’s just being friendly with someone that he considers to be a friend. But, if what you’re saying is right and he does have romantic interest in me, maybe the reason why he won’t admit it is because he’s too afraid to? I mean, my dad is Elton John after all. That’s a pretty big name to have as a potential father-in-law.”

“Hey now, I didn’t say anything about marrying you off to the man.” I smiled and shook my head. This really was just an every day thing with dad. He loved being a father, but I think he loved being a nuisance more than that. Papa always warned him he would regret that when Zachary, Elijah, and I started to pick up on his habits. “But both of you know that Taron has my approval if he does want to pursue you romantically. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have even been cast in this movie!”

“You cast him because he’s a good actor!”

“Oh, that was only part of it. The other part was so that you two could have a do-over with your meeting, since I ruined the last one.”

I put my head on dad’s shoulder. “You didn’t ruin it. You just embarrassed me beyond belief, but that’s what a father does.”

Dad gave me a small squeeze before pulling me away from him. “Go to his trailer. Have a few moments alone.”

“Give you a few grandkids?”

He pushed me away, which caused me to laugh hysterically.

“Darling, I may be old but I am certainly not that old,” he said. “And, again, I said I approve of him. Not that you two need to get married and pop out babies right away. Go on a few dates first, for the love of God.”

I stood from my chair, still laughing. Dad tried to glare at me, but he couldn’t. This was just our relationship.

I made my way out of the set before they started filming so that I wouldn’t be disrupting anything. All the trailers were grouped together in the lot, luckily with signs on them to label what or whose trailer they were. Taron’s was the furthest on the lot, with a theatrical gold star stuck to the door with his name on it. Part of me figured this was dad’s doing, but the other part of me would believe that it was Dex’s doing, too. Papa truly couldn’t have chosen a better director to capture dad’s personality and aesthetic than Dex.

My heart was pounding so loud that I thought Taron would hear it before I even knocked. I took a deep breath and pushed myself to knock before I got too nervous and ran away instead. There was a brief rustling in the trailer before the door opened, revealing Taron in a pair of black and gold hot pants, a gold jacket that was left unzipped so I could see his entire torso and chest, and heeled shoes with gold tips and gold wings on the side. I wasn’t sure where to look first. My eyes naturally lingered on his chest, his coarse chest hair a welcoming sight, but I couldn’t help but glance lower at his thighs in those hot pants, too. Not to mention the bulge -

“Shit,” Taron breathed, a panicked look in his eyes. “Sorry, uh, I didn’t expect...I thought it might’ve been someone from the set. I’m just...uh...”

“In costume, I would assume,” I said, trying to pretend like I was looking at his shoes and not another area lower on his body.

“Yeah,��� he said. His face was starting to turn bright read. “It’s for a scene later on...way later on. I’m - I was early today, so they already put me through costume and makeup.” He cleared his throat and ran his hands through his hair. “Do you, um, do you want to come in?”

I nodded, unsure if I could even form any words. He stepped aside to let me into his trailer. He still looked flustered by my sudden appearance, which I thought was cute.

“Don’t be sorry, by the way,” I told him. “I don’t mind this eye full that I’m getting. Quite the opposite, really.”

That only made him more flustered, and I couldn’t help but smirk at that reaction.

“You’re a lot like your dad,” he commented. “He said something similar while we were filming Kingsman a few years ago.”

“We Furnish-Johns have good taste in men.”

I sat down on the couch of his trailer and he sat across from me. I tried not to be too obvious with my gawking, but it was hard not to look at him. God, was he ever attractive. And here he was, sat next to me, practically naked, and all flustered because I had caught him this way. I felt like I should be feeling a similar way, but knowing that I was the one who had made him feel that way just made me feel so cocky instead.

“I didn’t think you were on set today,” I told him. “I showed up and didn’t see you or Jamie or Richard.”

“We’re filming a couple smaller scenes later on to end the day. Dex wanted to film all of the flashback shots of your dad before he was Elton John today, just to get that out of the way.”

“You got here really early for that. It’s not even noon, and your scenes are this evening papa said.”

Taron shrugged. “I got the wrong call time.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “By over 12 hours?”

He shrugged again, but didn’t offer any further explanation.

I took a deep breath, once again willing that cockiness to stay long enough so that I could say what I wanted to say without losing my nerve. “Remember the first day on set where we talked about the first time we met, and you made a point of asking me about my crush on you.”

Taron nodded. “Yeah. You made it seem like you didn’t feel that way anymore.”

“Yeah, I did. Because I thought I would scare you away if I admitted that I did still like you that way.” I was moving towards him now, closing the already smaller space between us. “That I do still like you that way, if you get what I’m saying.”

We were so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He was looking down at me in a way that I could only ever dream of having Taron Egerton look at me like. It was like the movies I had seen him in, except this was real life and the person he was looking at was actually me.

“I think I understand,” he said. “But just in case, is it okay if I do an experiment just to be sure?”

I giggled. “Yeah, that’s okay.”

He placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head back until I was looking up at him. He leaned forward at an agonizing pace before his lips finally pressed against mine. It felt like the entire world around us paused in that moment. I had to restrain myself from getting onto his lap and deepening the kiss, even though I wanted to so badly. I wanted to spend the next few hours in this trailer with him, not even letting him leave to go film. I wanted to be tangled up with him and never let him go ever again.

The kiss ended far too soon. When Taron pulled away, I tried to chase his lips to pull him back to me. He chuckled at my eagerness, allowing his lips to press against mine for a quick peck.

“Let me take you out before we get too hot and heavy,” he told me. “I want to take you on a proper date.”

“I guess we should do that before I jump your bones,” I teased. “But you do still have quite some time till your call time. If you’d like company while you wait, I wouldn’t mind staying here with you for a while. Especially if you’re going to be dressed like that the whole time.”

Taron’s face turned red again as he looked down at himself, almost like he forgot what he had been wearing. “Might be too tempting for you.”

“It definitely will be. But I will respect your virtue and not try to deflower you in your trailer.”

He buried his face in his hands. “Oh my God! What have I gotten myself into here?”

“Something pretty great, if you ask me.”

[brogues-b4-hoes]

Kingsman the secret service, first draft liveblog.

I’m reading the original draft for Kingsman: The secret service and being just blown away by how different but the same™ it is so I’m gonna list some things that made me go :0 

Huntsman and sons doesn’t really sound like a spy org. it sounds like a rustic b&b in the scottish countryside. Not a bad thing but Kingsman does sound a bit more “knightly” and “cool” 

Also Jack Lincoln is just not it. Harry Hart is where it’s at. 

SO about the ages: In this script Eggsy is 21, Harry is 49, Merlin is middleaged (I’m assuming that means like 44-45 ish), Roxy is 22, Charlie 23, Lancelot 39. 

Merlin was supposed to be “black, handsome” And frankly my first thought was “....Idris Elba?” lmao 

The medal Eggsy gets is called a Guinevere Cross and I immediately came up with a whole scenario of how the first Guinevere sacrificed themself in an act of bravery, which is why the Kingsman medal of honor is named after them. 

Lancelot was supposed to fight Gazelle before losing but ig getting cut in half from behind has more shock value. (Just give my boy a bit more screentime) 

I’m glad they changed Michelle’s whole approach to Daisy, cause in this script it comes across like she couldn’t care less about her literal toddler, which makes her kind of unlikeable :// I’m glad they didn’t do Michelle dirty like that in the final script. 

Arthur really was just a sexist, elitist bastard now wasn’t he (while looking at the candidates his reaction to Eggsy being proposed is “at least it’s not a woman, I mean wtf are all these women doing here??” .....There’s three women being proposed out of twelve candidates, Chester.)

On that note, I’m glad they ended up giving Merlin more of Arthur’s lines - mostly because it makes sense for Merlin’s character to play the part of handler besides being the tech wizard he is- but also Make! Arthur! Say! Less!

I think it’s an interesting choice to have the candidates be from all over the world, as I Imagine the agents who were abroad just chose the best person they could find from that area, and if that’s true then the other agents were away in: France, Germany, Denmark, Japan, Italy, Ethiopia, South Africa, India, Persia and America. Do what you want with that info.

Yeah Roxy was american originally lol

I’m glad they acknowledge the lack of privacy in the first dorm set up, because I always looked at that in the movie and thought “If I had to use a bathroom out in the open with eleven peers just hanging out behind me, I would simply not use the bathroom lol” 

Glad they cut the whole subplot of Harry infiltrating some bank, especially because it involved dressing up as a woman to get acces to the ladies room, which, given the current climate and the whole jkr situation would not have gone down well, to say the least. 

“That sounds exhausting” in which Harry is me. 

"Training starts tomorrow, which I will have nothing to do with. Watching people train is boring.” Spoken boldly for a guy who then subsequently shows up at every. single. training scene, Merlin. 

God I’m glad they cut the whole puppy obstacle course scene, it was just alot lol 

A lot of stuff is the same but what really stands out to me is how little Eggsy actually does on his own, in this version he only passes tests through dumb luck or because Harry straight up gives him the answers, which makes it difficult to root for him in this script. So I’m glad they changed that. 

Idk what to think about the implanted chip being a bluetooth earpiece originally, like who wears an earpiece all the time?..... Ig the writers thought the same thing in the end lol 

“Medic! We need a medic!” Me, internally: SO YOU ARE SAYING YOU HAVE MEDICS?? Merlin: “No we don’t.” me, internally: IM NOTING THIS AS PROOF THAT YOU HAVE MEDICS, GALEN IS CANON CONFIRMED

I like that Elton John is just fully in this movie, what exactly is it about Elton John that made Matthew and Jane continue to write him into both movies??? IS HE GOING TO BE IN THE BLUE BLOOD TOO? :0

I’d like to note that I do not like Elton John pelting shit at Valentine lol 

The way that they really wrote a whole Heathers the musical “shut up, Heather!” scene but with Arthur, Harry and Merlin saying “shut up, Eggsy!” I CAN’T WITH THIS SCRIPT

Broke: “Lady Gaga” woke: “Lady G’gar” (as pronounced by Arthur lmao) 

Okay so in a cut test, there’s a mentioning of Huntsmen security, which I will take as proof for my whole “The entire plot of TGC is bullshit because there had to be more staff at Kingsman than just Merlin, meaning more survivors of the bombing” 

AND THE PLOT THICKENS WITH THIS: Harry (to Eggsy): “Look, I’ll be back in a few days. Stay here ‘till then. I’ll call Merlin, and when everything’s calmed down I’ll take you in and finesse things. If we’re lucky we can get you a job in admin or train you as a pilot.” HELLOO WHERE WERE THE ADMINS AND PILOTS AND SECURITY IN TGC 

“Thank you. I’ll do anything. I’ll be a cleaner, even.” THEY HAVE CLEANERS TOO MATTHEW YOU’RE KIDDING ME

The ending is so different omg What is Happening? why is Usain Bolt, Lady Gaga, Jamie Oliver and Elton John fighting together avengers style? 

All in all: I much prefer the way they handled things in the final script because this felt a bit too much like the types of movies you write with your friends in middleschool for shits and giggles and less like an actual film you’d go see in theatres. But of course it’s important to remember that this mess led to one of my favorite films ever, and I really enjoyed the insight into the process and changes that led the writers to the final version. T’was very cool. 

Also I read the novelization of The Golden Circle and I can’t say which one I get the biggest yikes from (yes I can it’s the novel. It’s so bad lol) 

[geo-winchester]

THE TALK

Summary: Yn and Poe keep their relationship in secret but what happens when Poe have to flirt with someone else?

A/N: Hi everyone!! I know it took me a while to post this, I’m sorry my life has been a little dramatic lately. Any way I hope you like this, I basically inspire on one scene of kingsman: the golden circle, I hope you like it, if you have any idea or request don’t doubt to tell me!

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Poe was checking the last details on his X-wing before he go to his new mission, apparently the resistance was able to find out the location of an important general from the first order, his mission was to put a tracker on her, he was confident and he thought it was going to be something easy. He look at his squad, some of them were talking to his love ones, he smile at the thought of one day having a family with the love of his life, he get back to work, but in some point he drop the piece he was holding hitting him in the head, he cursed a little while BB-8 make fun of him.

-Keep laughing buddy, maybe this time I forgot you on a dessert planet- he joked making BB-8 mad -You know I’m joking…

-Everything in order for the mission, commander Dameron?- he smile at the sound of Yn’s voice.

-Everything is fine commander Solo, just a couple of loose screws, nothing it would put the mission on danger- he said making her nod, she look around the hangar and when she saw most of the pilots leaving she step close to him.

-And what about you? Are you going to be fine?- he put his arms around her waist.

-Me? Nah, I’m going to be just fine, I’ll be back before you miss me- he said as he bring her close to him, he could feel how she start to relax -By the way I got something for you- he said, when he came back, he gave her some kind of watch, she look at him with curious -I found this on one old box when I was a young, apparently this are some kind of communicator, but this are special, this only take the signal from the other watch, so this will be our private channel…- he barely finish the sentence before she kiss him.

-I love it- she said with a smile.

Yn fall in to her bed after another long day at the headquarters following Poe’s steps, she had barely close her eyes when the clock on her wrist start to buzz. When Poe’s hologram appear in front of her she couldn’t help but smile, he look just as tired as she was, maybe more, he had a weak smile on his face and he was looking at her as if he was trying to find something in her.

-What? Is something on my face?- she asked as she touch her cheek, he laugh.

-No, you face is fine- he said before he sigh and lay down -So how was your day?

-My day was a little boring I’ve been tracking this pilot on his mission.

-Really? I heard he’s one of the best pilots of the resistance…

-He’s ok, he couldn’t beat me when we raced.

-Maybe it was because you cheated- she scoff.

-How could I?

-I was getting distracted by your beauty- he said making her laugh.

-That was the cheesiest thing you ever said- she said giggling.

-I miss you.

-I miss you too- she said looking at him.

-You know maybe it’s time- he said.

-Time for what?

-Time for been public… No more hiding, I could take you to the cantina and intimidate any man who try to buy you a drink…

-You really think I need your protection, Dameron?

-No, but that way I wouldn’t hate anyone who try to do that when I’m beside you- he said making her smile.

-You know it would be nice be public… but you know we can’t, we are commanders, if people know and something goes wrong they want to pick sides even if it isn’t necessary.

-Yeah you right… just promise me you’ll wait for me until this is over.

-I’ll do my best- she joke -It’s getting late, and you have a busy day tomorrow.

-Yeah, goodnight sweetheart.

The next day went different, instead of keep an eye on Poe on the control room her mother send her to train the new recruits, she spend the day teaching them the new formations to the pilots, practice with the blasters, in one of the classes of combat she end up fighting with Finn, at first they walk around them, waiting for one of them attack first, she could see how the recruits start to get close and make bets, Finn was the first punch, she block him and took his hand before she make him fall, the recruits laugh making her smile but Finn took the distraction to make her fall.

-That was cheating- she said as she stand up.

-What’s the first rule on a fight?- Finn asked to the recruits.

-Never give your back to your opponent- they said making Finn smile, Yn rolled her eyes before she smile.

-Ok guys, let’s take five, that way Finn can be happy with his victory, before I beat him later- She said.

-Really? You think you can beat me?

-Oh I just don’t think that, I will beat you- she said, a few seconds later, she could feel her wrist start to buzz, she didn’t waste any time and get to a room -Hey, you- she said with a smile.

-Hey- he said, she could see that something was bother him.

-Are you ok?- she asked him.

-Uh? Oh yeah everything is fine- he said.

-Great, how’s the mission?

-You didn’t follow me today?- he asked seductively.

-Sorry, even if I want to see you all day, my mother make me Train with the new recruits, Finn and I were teaching them a few combats movements…

-So they saw you fight and made bets about that?- he asked, she nod with a smile -Honey… listen… We found the general.

-Really? That’s great.

-Yeah, the thing is that to put the tracker on her I kind of have sex with her…

-What? You’re kidding…- she said and scoff.

-It won’t mean anything to me- he said, but she didn’t say anything -Come on honey, it’s my job, we need this to have success on this mission and win the war.

-Are you sure?

-What do you mean?- he asked.

-I mean, are you sure you doing this to win the war or so you can have the fame and be important to my mother?- she asked, after a few minutes of silence she scoffed -You know what, this shouldn’t be important to me, I mean we aren’t exactly a couple, we fuck a couple of times…

-Come on don’t say that, You know I care about you, this wasn’t just a hook up- he interrupt her.

-Well for me it was.

-You’re lying, last night you didn’t said that…

-Well I change my mind, so have a good time with that girl- she said before she end the call, she could feel the tear coming down from her cheek, she clean it up and get out of the room.

When she get back to the training room the new recruits were practicing a few movements by themselves, she knew that Finn was worried by the way he look at her, she give her a little smile and concentrate on the recruits, after a while they decide it was time to let them show what they have, the first couple do a great first start but before the second couple start one of the lieutenant came to her and told her that her mother need her on the control room.

-You got lucky- she said to Finn as she start to made her way to the door -You Can keep your “victory” for a one more day.

-Hey don’t say it as if I cheat- he yell at her.

-Yeah well enjoy it while you can- she could hear his laugh.

She took her time to get to the control room, she didn’t want to hear Poe having sex with another girl, she stop when she got to the door, she could hear the moans coming from someone, she took a deep breath and get inside. Her mother was looking at something on the screen, she got close to her and try to keep her attention on the screen, in some point the moans stop abruptly.

-What happened?- they heard the voice of the general.

-I’m sorry, I can’t… I can’t do this- Poe sighed.

-What? You have someone else?- she asked.

-Actually yeah, I had something with the most amazing woman I found, beautiful, smart as hell, great sense of humor, she had that kind of smile that you could have the worst day it all get better when she smile- The control room start to full of whispers, they were trying to figure who was he talking about.

-Then what happened?

-I never told her how I feel, I left her feel like I didn’t care, but the truth is that I love her- Yn stop doing what she was doing and look at the screen -I never told her that and I don’t blame her if she felt like she wasn’t important but she was the best thing in my life -He scoffed -I’m sorry I shouldn’t been telling you this, have a great life- he said, they could hear him leave the room. Yn didn’t move for a moment Poe’s voice appear again but this time on his device -General Leia, are you there?

-I’m here Poe- she said.

-I’m sorry I couldn’t do it, the locator is on her…

-It’s fine Poe, that would be enough, now get back to the base.

-Yes ma’am- After a few minutes Poe turn off his device and she could feel her wrist vibrate again, she look at it for a moment.

-You should answer him- Leia told her -He just said he love you to all the control room.

-How did you know he’s talking about me?- Leia smile and show her a clock similar at the one Poe give her.

-Your father gave me this a long time ago- she said -This is how we talk sometimes… now don’t waste more time and answer to that man.

Yn smile and leave the room, when she finally answer his call, Poe’s face relax immediately.

-I was starting to think that you won’t answer- she didn’t say anything -Listen I’m sorry… I shouldn’t make…

-I love you too- Yn said making him sto abruptly and he smile.

-So you heard everything- she nod -I’m glad, because I mean everything.

-I know- she said -Now get your ass here, so I can kiss you.

-Yes Ma’am, I’ll see you in a beat.

[avenging-fandoms]

no worries. the idea was being in a relationship with taron, and he’s been away filming for a while. he decides to surprise you by coming home earlier than planned, and he inadvertently catches you getting off to one of his movies.

“i miss you so much, it’s not even funny, t. i just really wish 3 months could go by with a snap of my fingers” you pout, picking with your nails as you look at taron’s face. 

“i know, darling. but the movie is half-way finished, and in 7 weeks i get to come to you on our filming break” you whine, falling back against the bed and bringing your phone with you. “you’re cute when you whine. okay i have to go, my love. we have an early shoot in the morning and i wanna get a nice rest for tomorrow. i love you so so so much” 

taron blew a kiss into the phone and you blow one back. “i love you more, taron. i’ll talk to you tomorrow” you hit the red button, hanging up the facetime call. you drop your phone on the bed, sighing and closing your eyes. 

you take in the silence for a minute before turning on the tv, and on one of the cable channel, ‘kingsman: the golden circle’ was planning. you smile, laying back against the pillows and watching the tv. 

it was at the part where eggsy was in the tent with clara, and he has to get the tracker inside of her. your smile quickly drops, crossing your legs together. they fall onto the bed and eggsy puts the finger tracker on, and you decided to push your hand into your underwear too.

you rub your clit, watching his hand and moaning as you think of taron. your other hand pushes up under your shirt, massaging your breast in your hand. your back arches a bit off the bed, moaning taron’s name. 

“now what do we have here?” you shriek, covering your face as you roll over on your stomach. “oh, darling, if you were going to tell me you were going to touch yourself to me, i would’ve stayed on the phone” 

“taron.. please..” you mumble into your hands, taron turning off the tv. he fell on the bed, pushing you onto your back and hovering over you. he took your hands off your face, revealing your red heated cheeks. “no don’t look at me”

“darling, do you think i haven’t see you do that before?” he teased, kissing you up and down your neck and jaw. 

“you said you weren’t going to be home until 7 weeks, taron! you lied to me. i thought we said no lying” 

“well.. i just thought lying would acceptable this time because i wanted to surprise you. and in return, i got a surprise as well” you groan, hiding your face again. taron’s laughs, kissing your neck a couple times. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry” he nudged his nose with yours, looking at you in your eyes. “did you finish?”

“n-no” 

“can i finish for you?” he asked softly, and your leg twitched a bit. 

“please” taron smiled, taking the glasses off his face and turning back to the loud tv, where eggsy and whiskey were stuck at the ski slope. you turned the tv off, focusing on taron falling in between your legs. he pushed your underwear down, kissing your thighs as he looks up at you. your fingers comb through his hair, moaning as his tongue licks a stripe up your folds. 

“fuck, darling, i’ve missed you” he moaned, sliding his two fingers in and fucking you slowly. you arch your back, rolling your hips against his tongue as he wraps an arm around your thigh. 

“t... taron... fuck” your thighs shake around his head, body jolting as you cum on his tongue. “jesus.. fuck i’ve missed you” he picked his head up and wiped his mouth, kissing you softly. “i haven’t seen you in nearly 2 months, and i just came in 5 minutes. i really.. fucking.. missed you” you pull up your underwear, taron taking off his clothes and laying next to you. 

taron’s fingers softly tuck loose hair behind your ear, watching you with soft eyes. “i really did miss coming home to you. all i go to the hotel room and see is a new hand towel animal on my bed” you laugh, your head falling into his chest. 

“i missed you more, taron. how long are you here?”

“actually.. we finished. so i’m all yours until a new movie” you shoot up, straddling his waist and kissing him all over his face. “okay, okay, i’m guessing you’re very upset about it” 

“god i love you, i love you, i love you” you mumble in between kisses. 

“i love you more, darling”

[buckyodinson]

Care for a Dance? (Agent Whiskey x fem!Reader)

Summary: You and Whiskey have feelings for each other, but neither of you have done anything about it. Perhaps a Statesman party can help the pair of you admit what you’re feeling.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I have no idea if the Kingsman fandom is still active at all but I keep seeing pictures of Whiskey pop up everywhere (not that I’m complaining), and I got an idea for a fic and it just kinda happened? This takes place after Kingsman: The Golden Circle, and we’re just gonna ignore the fact that he was kinda a bad guy and got shoved into a meat grinder :) 

The Statesmen were having a party at the distillery to celebrate a successful year in the alcohol market - and obviously the success of the agency, but as far as anyone outside the agency was concerned, this was just a distillery. The party was happening in the warehouse with all the barrels of the Statesmen’s famed drink lined against the walls. The warehouse was adorned with warm string lights, which gave it a rustic feel. It reminded you of a barn dance that kids sometimes have in middle school.

A night filled with dancing, fun and alcohol (naturally) was promised, and you were all encouraged to dress to the nines, knowing the following Monday you’d all be back to your denim or suits. Champ told you all the make the most of the fun, because it’d probably be a long while before you all had the chance to let loose again.

Lots of shareholders in the company were going to be there, as well as you and the rest of the Statesman agents. Even the Kingsmen were invited, and you were thrilled to see Eggsy and Harry again. Though you were more excited about having Tequila back for a short while. The distillery was a lot more quiet without the banter he always provided. You especially loved the way him and Whiskey would bicker (little did you know, their bickering was often over you). But most importantly, you’d see Whiskey himself. You tried not to fall for him, you really did, but it was to no avail. He was known to be a bit of a womanizer, but he was nothing but sweet around you. You hadn’t noticed, but since he took a liking to you, his days of bringing a new girl home every week were gone. You were looking forward to letting your hair down and having a few drinks with Whiskey and the others.

Whiskey wasn’t as excited about the night as you were. He would be happy to see Eggsy and Harry, sure, but he could do without having Tequila back. Truth be told, Whiskey had developed feelings for you during the years you’d worked together, and he’d never acted on them. You were a fair bit younger than him, and he was sure you didn’t feel the same. He bickered with Tequila a lot about you, because Tequila always seemed like he wanted to make a move on you. 

While Whiskey didn’t think he was good enough for you, he certainly didn’t think Tequila was either. He wouldn’t admit to himself that he was jealous, but he just didn’t like the way Tequila looked at you… and spoke to you… and made little passing touches… okay, maybe he was a little jealous. But who could blame him? You were one of the highest ranking agents with the Statesmen, you were highly skilled and ridiculously attractive and a valuable asset to the agency. He wanted so desperately to be the one laying next you at night, whispering sweet nothings into you ear.

Once Tequila had left to join the Kingsmen, Whiskey felt a little better about testing the waters around you. He would ramp up the flirting, laying pet names on you all day long. You blushed profusely whenever he called you doll, or angel, or sugar, or practically anything that wasn’t your real name or code name. You would give as good as you got, flirting back, complimenting him on his new hat or boots or just his general appearance. Once, when you and the others were at a bar, you were leaned against the bar next to him and you idly ran your finger down the bridge of his nose sweetly, and told him it was cute. You were a tad tipsy and immediately excused yourself to the bathroom, completely embarrassed about this action, but while you spent a minute composing yourself in the bathroom, Whiskey was at the bar blushing to himself and smiling softly at the compliment. He steeled himself when you returned though, and you carried on with your evening, both refusing to acknowledge what had happened.

He was one of the first of the agents to arrive at the warehouse for the party. Music hummed throughout the place and he took up a spot at the bar, waiting for you to arrive. Tonight was the night he’d finally man up and ask you out on a date. He twirled his glass nervously, running through hundreds of scenarios in his head. He was lost in his thoughts, and didn’t notice Tequila approaching him, until the man thumped him on the back.

“Whiskey! Looking good! How’ve you been?” He exclaimed loudly, with a smile on his face, pulling Whiskey in for a hug.

Whiskey gave him a few thumps on the back in return and pulled away, “Not too bad, Tequila. Nothing much has changed over here. How’s London treating you?”

“It’s going alright over there. The ladies are suckers for the accent, which is always nice. Plus, got myself a bit of a makeover.” He stepped back and Whiskey took in his appearance, noting that Tequila was wearing a full suit, which was an exceptional rarity. He also had a flat cap on, in replacement of his trademark Stetson. Whiskey gave him a curt nod in approval and Tequila finally propped himself up on a stool next to Whiskey.

He flagged the bartender and was given a drink immediately, and he took a sip before turning back to Whiskey, “Speaking of ladies, how’s my favourite little firecracker?”

He didn’t even have to say your name, but Whiskey’s jaw clenched, and that was all the answer that Tequila needed, “Still haven’t made a move then? She too upset about me leaving?” He pressed and could see he was winding Whiskey up.

“Haven’t found the right moment. Yet.” He spoke curtly and downed his drink, waving at the bartender for another. Tequila raised his hands in mock surrender, “Well, you’ve got no competition from me anymore, partner. Like I said, the girls back in London love me.”

The pair were joined by Harry and Eggsy, who they chatted with for a while. Whiskey couldn’t really concentrate on the conversation though, he was just waiting for you to turn up. His wish was granted only a few minutes later, when he saw you walk through the warehouse doors. You looked up at the string lights and smiled softly at them, before looking around and your gaze landing on Whiskey. Your smile widened and you made your way over to him, and he was floored by how stunning you looked. You were in an almost floor-length black dress, with a slit down one leg that came halfway up your thigh. The dress had a plunging neckline and long sleeves. You had very natural looking make-up on, and your hair looked as it did most days at work, kept back but with a few stray bits of hair framing your face. To Whiskey, though, you looked ethereal. He thought you always looked beautiful regardless of what you wore, but tonight you looked outstanding.

As you approached him, you noticed the way he drank in your appearance, and jokingly gave him a twirl, giggling as you did so - which made his heart flip in his chest. The way he looked at you made you blush (as it did most days, let’s be honest), and you couldn’t help but feel a little shy when you finally reached him.

“Darlin’, you look exquisite.” He marveled and pulled you into a tight embrace. You blushed even further at the compliment and buried your face into the crook of his neck before pulling away and taking in his appearance too.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, cowboy.” He still had his trademark Stetson on, but was wearing black trousers and a velvety black blazer. A little bow tie at the top of his white shirt set the outfit off perfectly. You straightened the bow tie absentmindedly, noticing it had gotten a little crooked from your hug.

“If you took that hat off, you’d look just like James Bond.” You smirked at him as your hand idly ran down the lapel of his blazer before dropping it to your side once more.

“Is that so?” He smirked right back at you, before flagging the bartender down for drinks for the both of you. You chatted idly for a minute or so before Tequila bounded over and enveloped you in a hug. You laughed as he span you around in the air, and you hit him on the back, making him put you back down on the ground.

“Look at you in your fancy little flat cap,” you tease, and Whiskey smirks into his glass. “London has changed you, Tequila.”

“I’m still little ol’ me, just a bit more dapper. Can’t get away with denim jackets as a Kingsman.” He still has a hand wrapped around you waist as he speaks to you, and Whiskey can’t help but notice. “You look great, Rum.”

“You look good too,” you wink up at him and elbow him in the side softly. “I trust you haven’t been missing us too much? I’m sure the ladies have been throwing themselves at your feet with that accent of yours.”

“Naturally,” He smirks and you roll your eyes. “I have missed you guys though. You oughta come to London sometime.”

“Sure thing.” You pat him on the arm and he goes away to catch up with some other agents and eventually starts dancing in the middle of the warehouse, making an impromptu dance floor, which other people begin to join.

You and Whiskey lean back against the bar and watch the scene unfold, laughing at Eggsy and Tequila making fools of themselves on the dance floor. Everyone is at least a little tipsy by now. You lean slightly into Whiskey’s side, and rest your head atop his shoulder. He can feel his heart hammering in his chest, and prays to god you can’t feel it (you can, but you don’t think much of it, not wanting to get your hopes up). The pair of you stay like this for a while in comfortable silence, just enjoying being in one another’s company.

A familiar song hums through the speakers and you abruptly drain your glass, put it down and stand away from the bar, grabbing his free hand, “Care for a dance?”

“I’m not much of a dancer, sugar.” He raises an eyebrow. You tug on his hand a little, but he doesn’t budge.

You pout a little but let go nonetheless, “Suit yourself!” You sway over to the dance floor where you’re welcomed with cheers from Eggsy and Tequila.

Whiskey curses himself mentally, missing your hand in his. He watches as Tequila spins you around the dance floor and the pair of you giggle, Eggsy laughing alongside you. He should’ve just gone with you, maybe that could’ve been his chance to make a move.

Oh I, I got a funny feelin’ when she walked in the room

And I, as I recall, it ended much too soon.

The lyrics of the song hit him in the face, and like you’d done only a minute earlier, he downed his drink and followed your path to the dance floor. Tequila and Eggsy saw him coming and both gave him a wink before moving away from you.

“Care for a dance, doll?” He spoke softly, and you whipped round to face him.

“Thought you weren’t much of a dancer, Jack.” You smiled softly as his hands found their way to your waist.

“I’m not, but I’d be an idiot to miss out on this. I’ve wanted you for so long, and tonight finally made me realise maybe you wanted me too. ” He leaned down to rest his forehead against yours.

You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face, and you placed your hands on either side of his neck. You swayed together for a moment before you leaned up and closed the gap between the pair of you, pressing your lips together. Whiskey immediately kissed you back, with passion, and you both pulled away when you heard your fellow agents cheering and hollering.

You both turned to look at the group gathered by the bar. Tequila was giving you a thumbs up, Eggsy was making an obscene gesture with his hands, and the rest of the agents raised their glasses at you and cheered again. You turned to face Jack again, and placed your hand on his cheek to bring his attention back to you before giggling. You repeated your action from months ago, running your finger down his nose. This time you saw the reaction it gained from the usually suave man in front of you. A blush crept up his neck and a shy smile adorned his features. You leaned up to peck the end of his nose and he laughed. Then you swept his Stetson off of his head and placed it on your own.

Then you moved back and ran your hands down his arms until your hands were entwined, and then you let him twirl you about the dance floor for a few more songs before you went back to the bar for more drinks. He kept a tight grip on your waist as you stood at the bar, and you could tell that being slotted into his side was going to become your new favourite place to be.

“I’m glad you finally admitted how you felt, Jack. It was getting a tad boring waiting for you to make a move.” You smirked up at him, with a hand at the nape of his neck, idly playing with his hair.

“You could’ve made a move yourself, princess.”

“Yeah, I could’ve. But you’re the one constantly laying on the pet names and suggestive comments. Only felt right to let you carry on charming me until you were ready to admit how you felt.” You leaned up to kiss him again.

“Sugar, you’re the one who called me cute all those months ago. Practically throwing yourself at me.” He joked against your lips as he pulled away.

You gasped and mocked offence, before giggling into his chest. “You are cute, I’ll give you that.”

“You’re much cuter, doll. Especially in my hat. Ravishing, even.” He could feel you smile against his chest.

“Is that so?” You echoed his earlier statement.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m wondering what you’d look like in only that, if I’m being honest with myself.” He smirked, but when you didn’t reply instantly, he wondered if he’d crossed a line.

Then you leaned back and looked up at him with a sultry look on your face, “Funny, I was just thinking the same about you and your bow tie. Wanna get out of here?”

“I’ve never wanted anything more, angel.” You kiss him once more and he lets you drag him out of the warehouse, only having enough time to catch Eggsy making the same sexual gesture as earlier, to which he replied with a middle finger.

[ficsilike-reblogged]

Sunshine City: Two

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long. But I do hope you guys like it. If you haven’t watched Kingsman: The Golden Circle, I would really recommend it. I’m pulling quite a bit from the movie for the first handful of chapters and I don’t want to confuse anyone. But if you have any questions, I’ll gladly answer them!

Pairing: (Eventual) Agent Whiskey x F!Reader (No Y/N)

Word Count: 4.1k

Rating For This Chapter: M for Whiskey being Whiskey, inappropriate hand gestures, lusting after your boss, and some dubious consent on behalf of Clara. tldr: finger-fucking a stranger to save the world :)

Read the Prologue and Chapter One!

Louisville was a quaint city—not that she would ever say that to a local. Ginger Ale greeted her as she landed at the airport and had filled her in on the goings-on at the main headquarters and how there was a strange set of explosions in the UK that landed on their radar. After hearing about the “blue” aspect of her and Whiskey’s latest mission, Champ had requested she come down to Kentucky and brief him in person, citing his distaste for mission-brief emails. Whiskey was tasked with keeping the New York headquarters running, as he always did. The lucky bastard. But it was fine. He had nearly strangled her and she still thought he was the most handsome man she’d ever met. 

Something was clearly wrong with her and maybe some time away from his face and crooked smile would help her stop feeling like she had something clawing to get out of her chest every time he looked at her.

(It wouldn’t help. She knew that.)

Their mission in Vegas had been a success—in a strange kind of way. After the men turned blue, she and Whiskey followed them through the club and carried the mission out—with one caveat. They grabbed a vial of blood before disposing of the bodies. There had been a minor shoot out with the suppliers but it was easily handled, too. 

Ginger Ale took the vial of blood and made it a priority to test it as Capri Sun went to Champagne’s office.

“Ginger will probably be able to give us more specifics when the tests are done,” she said as she finished her spiel.

“What do you think it is? What’s your gut say, Capri Sun?”

She wiped a hand down her face and leaned against one of the chairs at the long table. “Something’s going on, Champ. People turning blue? The explosions in the UK? All of it feels…off.”

Champ opened his mouth to say something else but his personal intercom buzzed and Tequila’s voice rang out. “Champ, we’ve got some stragglers on the tour. They’re lookin’ to get inside the cask vault. British by the sounds of it.” He paused. “They’re using some tech to get through our biometric scanners.”

Cap looked at Champ to see him arch an eyebrow. ���Ten bucks says they’re here for Butterfly Guy.” 

“Bring ‘em in, Tequila. Real quiet like,” Champ ordered.

“Ya got it, boss.”

As the line went dead, Champ crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at her. “The butterfly guy, huh? You reckon that’s what they’re here for?”

“Three bombings at nearly the exact same time in the UK and the next day two Brits show up here, where we’re housing a one-eyed amnesiac spy? Yeah.” She shrugged. “Call it a hunch.”

‘The Butterfly Guy,’ as he was dubbed after waking up a little less than a year ago, was a fodder for a fair bit of gossip at all of the Statesman offices. It isn’t every day that a Brit, obviously involved in intelligence in some capacity, gets shot in the head outside a zealot’s church after a spike of low wave frequencies catch Ginger’s eye. The fact that he was obsessed with butterflies just made him even more of an anomaly. Agent Seltzer thought he was some sort of double agent from MI-6. Agent Absinthe thought it was a ploy from some terrorist organization to infiltrate Statesman HQ. She didn’t really care either way.

Champ huffed with a smile. “We’ll see, Cap.”

They spoke a little more about the Vegas mission before they heard the intercom buzz again—it was Ginger, quickly relaying that the British intruders did seem to know Butterfly Guy but were here for a completely different reason…supposedly.

She turned as she heard the elevator chime on the other side of the door.  “That’s my cue. I’ll see you later, Champ.” 

“Don’t go too far, now,” he said as she started to walk away. “Whiskey’ll probably need ya when I talk to him about Vegas in a minute.”

She nodded and let herself out, dodging Tequila’s swat that he aimed at her shoulder. Tequila had been the man in the alley all those years ago. He was friendly and sweet, if not a little brash, and she considered him a friend. But the other man at Tequila’s side caught her eye. He looked her over with a critical and quizzical gaze before the Statesman agent all but shoved him into the room and the door slapped shut behind them. Her phone quickly ate all of her attention as she brought up the cameras the doggy daycare had set up throughout their shop so owners could check on their dogs. Bela was currently gnawing on a tennis ball as a golden retriever licked at his ear.

She hated leaving him alone so much. Hated it. He was such a good boy and she loved him so much that she actually asked Champ if she could bring him to Kentucky whenever she came down.

It was a firm no—apparently Tequila had accidentally let loose his fleet of basset hounds in HQ a year before she joined and Champ had to instate a no-pets policy because of the damage they caused. It was a shame, really. She thought Champ would really like Bela.

She checked her email, too, responding to Agent Grenadine’s plea for help. She was a newer agent and still needed a bit of guidance when it came to the more finite details of missions. Whiskey had slept with her within a week of Grenadine being assigned to the New York office. He never waited long, it seemed. And she didn’t really blame him—Grenadine was young and beautiful and vivacious. And always “down for a night of fun with no strings” as she had so eloquently put it. Perfectly Whiskey’s type.

And why was she thinking about that right now?

She shook off the thought and rubbed at her eyes before she pocketed her phone.

The door opened and Tequila came out with a huff.

“The Brits getting on your nerv-” The words stalled in her throat as she saw the blue crawling up his neck and across his face. It was exactly like what she had seen on the targets in Vegas. “Tequila? Oh my god.” Her hands reached out to touch him and winced as he all but crumpled into her grip. “What is happening? What did you do?”

“I-I…fuck, Cap. I don’t even know.”

Her thumbs brushed against his cheeks with a frown. “Go to Ginger. She’ll sort you out, I’m sure.”

Tequila’s smile was small. “I’ll be right as rain by tomorrow.”

Y/N nodded, not believing it, and watched him go with a sigh.

The man from earlier slipped out the door with a sigh of his own. His eyes found hers. “You Capri Sun?”

She held out a hand for him to shake. “Everybody calls me Cap. You’re Galahad or whatever?”

“Call me Eggsy,” he said as he shook her hand.

“Eggsy. Fewer syllables.” She crossed her arms over her chest as they dropped their hands. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Yeah, uh, Whiskey says you’re coming back with us. He’s sending a jet?”

She groaned.

                                                       **

“I’ve got a surprise for you, Sunny,” Whiskey said as Eggsy stepped out of his office to make a call. 

She crossed her arms with a sigh. It had been hours since they landed back in New York and she was tired. They had been formulating a plan to meet ‘Clara,’ the ex-girlfriend of some Kingsman cast-off who had ties to The Golden Circle cartel who was possibly responsible for the blue rash. Clara was all over social media with her plans to attend the Glastonbury Music Festival. The fact that there was another independent intelligence agency named Kingsman was really the least alarming information she’d learned that day—apparently there was a guy walking around with a robotic arm capable of hacking entire security systems.

She needed a nap before they loaded up to head across the ocean in an hour.

But Whiskey’s smile continued to grow and he buzzed for his assistant to, “bring him in.”

The door opened and she turned to see little Bela wiggling like crazy in the poor woman’s grasp. His entire body seemed to shake when he spotted her and happy little barks escaped him.

She quickly pulled him into her arms and let him lick all over her face. It had only been two days since she’d dropped him off at daycare but he always greeted her like she had been gone a year. “Hi baby. Hi hi hi. Yes, I missed you, too.”

Her fingers pushed through his thick fur as Bela finally settled in her grip and propped his head against her shoulder. She pressed a kiss to his one ear as she smiled. But then it dawned on her: Whiskey had definitely witnessed all of that. A giant crack in the visage she had sculpted. Fuck.

She slowly turned to face him and scowled at the shit-eating grin splitting his face. “Now, what’s a guy got to do to get a welcome like that?”

“Be a one-eared corgi,” she replied drolly.

“C’mon now, Sunny. I had to call in a big favor to have Vanessa pick him up and bring him here without you. That doggy daycare has some stringent guidelines about who can pick up a dog, by the way.” He placed his hands on his hips and they cocked to the side as they so often did. But he was still smiling. “I think I should get something.”

She sighed and Bela nosed at the underside of her jaw. “Thank you, boss. That was very kind of you.”

“And?”

“And that’s all you’re getting.” His smile fell the slightest bit and she bit back a grimace. In truth, it was the nicest thing someone had done for her in a long, long time. Letting her indulge in a little time with her dog before having to fly across the world was definitely spoiling her. And her traitorous mind had to remember how broken Whiskey had looked when he had realized he had wrapped his hands around her neck. This was probably just an I’m-sorry-I-tried-to-kill-you-while-asleep gift. But it didn’t feel like that and she really needed to stop lying to herself or get better at it. “I really do appreciate it, Whiskey. I don’t like being away from him for so long.”

“You really love the little guy, don’t’cha?” He stepped forward and let Bela sniff his fingers before petting him. Bela’s stumped tail quickly resumed its body-shaking wags when Whiskey instinctively found his soft spot. “I guess he’s cute.” The teasing lilt to his voice almost made her smile again.

“Yeah, he’s my favorite.”

“His name’s Bella? Italian for beautiful.”

“No. Like Bela Lugosi. The guy who played Dracula.”

Hearing his name, Bela licked at her face.

“Never took you for a monster movie fan,” Whiskey said, continuing to pet her dog.

“My brother loved them. Bela Lugosi, Boris Karloff—if they were in the movie, he made me watch it. But this little guy didn’t look like a Boris. So, Bela it was.”

“Your brother?” Whiskey asked, trying to catch her eye bet she kept them firmly on her dog.

“Yup.” And that was all the answer she gave, her heart a little heavy already. She hoisted the corgi a little higher and Whiskey pulled his hand back. “I guess I should get him back to the daycare before we take off.”

“Vanessa can handle it.”

She nodded and walked to the door and spoke to Vanessa and pressed a series of kisses behind Bela’s ear before the assistant walked away with her dog in a careful hold. Her shoulders slumped as she watched them go. “Thanks for letting me see him. I know you think it is stupid-”

“I never said that, Sunny.”

She hummed, filing away her small bit of melancholy, and turned back to face him. “So, why’d you want me on this gig? I thought you’d be able to handle a pretty girl at a music festival on your own.”

Whiskey opened his mouth like he wanted to say something before shutting. His broad shoulders rolled. He turned back to his desk and settled into his slick black leather chair. “I don’t trust the kid.”

“Eggsy? Why?” She thought him a little cocksure—but she also dealt with Whiskey on a near-daily basis.

Whiskey shrugged. “Call it an instinct.”

She settled into the chair across from him with a frown. “And you thought bringing me along would do what exactly? Stab him in the back before he stabs you?”

He huffed out a laugh. “Maybe.” The leather of his chair creaked as it leaned forward with a smirk. “Maybe I just think you need to let loose a little and a music festival can do that.”

Rolling her eyes at her boss wasn’t really an option so she settled for blinking very slowly. “That’s kind of a waste of company funds, boss.”

“You are absolutely no fun.”

“People are dying.”

“All the more reason for you to come along.” He tilted his head to the side with another smile. “Please?”

She let out a slow breath and mulled over her options. She could call Champ and say she wanted out. It would be the first time she handed over a mission to someone else and each agent gets one pass. But then she could never get out of another one again. And it was just a music festival. Right? “Fine. But only because one of my favorite bands is playing at the festival.”

His smile grew and it twisted her stomach. She shouldn’t let him sway her this much. But the surprise (and probably illegal) visit from Bela did soften her resolve. And maybe watching him seduce someone else would actually—finally—put a stop to her silly feelings for the man. So far, she’d avoided any and all social functions that would let her see him scoping out another fling for the night. And yes, it did make her a little bit of an outcast within the social circles of Statesman. But she was only there to do a job anyway. Save the world. Pet her dog. Go to sleep when she had the chance. She didn’t need anything else.

“I’m glad you’re coming along, Sunny. I wouldn’t have anyone else.”

Dammit.

                                                     **

Finding out that Eggsy was dating a Swedish princess would have been hilarious if Whiskey hadn’t insisted on picking Eggsy up in a fucking Bronco that had the most obnoxious horn known to mankind. Eggsy helped her put the VIP band around her wrist with a small smile. He was a good kid, she decided. A little rough around the edges. Definitely cocksure. But genuine.

She tried to focus on that and not how she caught Whiskey’s eyes trailing up her thighs in the rearview mirror.

She had dressed to blend in at Glastonbury. Tiny shorts, a fringed, low-cut top, and Hunter rainboots. If it worked for Kate Moss, it worked for her.

But the heated gaze she’d caught from her boss almost made her squirm in her seat.

Thankfully, they arrived at the festival grounds without too much trouble and she focused on the passing greenery instead of the eyes she felt on her skin. They spoke about the tracker and the need for it to stick and the two men, of course, made frequent innuendos about the size of their dicks as she tried very hard not to commit murder by bludgeoning them both to death with her rain boot. The music was thumping through speakers, songs overlapping from the various stages and creating a raucous thrumming as they approached the VIP bar. She watched the various attendees pass by. It really was colorful. Some guy was wearing a pair of leather wings and drinking next to a girl in head-to-toe tie-dye.

“I say we both make an approach. Whoever gets on best, goes for it.” Whiskey said. “Sunny will make sure the target doesn’t ditch us before we can plant it.”

Eggsy rolled his eyes. “Well, it doesn't have to be a competition, bruv. Why don't we just go up to her, shake her hand, pat her on the back. Whatever, you know. Job done.”

“The hand is not a mucus membrane, Eggsy. Neither is the back. They teach you anything at Kingsman?”

And she had to laugh at that, despite Eggsy’s absolutely offended face.

“What are you talking about?”

“We need a mucus membrane, Eggsy. Remember?” she supplied, trying to be helpful.

“Our trackers are designed to enter the bloodstream. They circulate harmlessly, providing full audio and GPS.” Whiskey’s pointer and middle finger curled and swirled as he spoke and she had to look away for a moment, knowing exactly what he was implying with that motion. Heat coiled in her stomach. Now was not the time to be thinking about getting finger-fucked by her boss. But the senior agent caught her eye anyway and winked as his fingers curled again and she would swear she could almost feel those phantom fingers. But, she set her lips into a firm line and his smile fell.

Eggsy’s jaw went to side as he mulled their words over. “Mucus membrane. That's like up the nose, isn't it? What the fuck am I gonna do? Stick my finger...” She watched as realization dawned on him. “It's not just inside the nose, is it?”

“No, Eggsy, it ain't. Fuck.” Whiskey shook his head. “All right, I'll take the first crack. Watch and learn, buddy.”

As Whiskey sauntered up to the bar, Eggsy sighed. “Is he always like this?”

She nodded, sagely. “Yes.” But her eyes quickly focused on Whiskey and listening in on their conversation. But her stomach quickly dropped as one horrible pick up line after another spilled out of his mouth. Did he really just ask her what band she was in?

Good god. How did she find this man attractive?

“Eggsy, for the love of God, please go rescue that poor girl.” She nudged him toward the bar and he all but dragged his feet with a scowl but it quickly morphed into a cocky grin when Clara spotted him.

She really thought she had saved the mission. Really. But then Eggsy was just as bad as Whiskey, it seemed, at picking up women. How did he manage to woo a Princess with those lines? It eventually devolved into both Eggsy and Whiskey passive-aggressively trying to one-up each other and Clara quickly had a hoard of drinks she didn’t want or order sitting in front of her.

She couldn’t roll her eyes hard enough at the two men peacocking in front of the poor girl and decided to salvage the mission on her own. She wedged her way between Clara and Eggsy with a sigh and ordered a water as her fingers plucked the tracker from his pocket. Her eyes slid over to Clara to see her already looking in her direction. Perfect.

                                                     **

It hadn’t taken long from the pair of men to realize they’d been all but dismissed by Sunny and Clara and they both retreated (Whiskey to the other side of the bar and Eggsy to the VIP entrance to make sure Clara didn’t leave) to spectate and make sure she didn’t blow it with Clara, too. But Whiskey knew she wouldn’t. Her records were clear. She never missed a target. He wasn’t sure what had thrown him off his game so much. Usually he’d be retreating to a shadowed hallway or an empty room by now with the target ready and wet for him.

Maybe it was the perfect set of legs he’d already spied. His Sunny always looked good. Always.

But she’d never come on a “tracking” mission with him before and he could feel her eyes on him the entire time.

Whiskey watched, a little entranced, as Sunny had the target eating out of her hand within a few moments—and then literally eating out of the her hand as Sunny pushed an ice cube between Clara’s lips with a giggle he’d never heard her make before. Her thumb dipped into Clara’s mouth with the ice and she slowly pulled it out only to lick the water from her skin with a smile.

Something definitely stirred beneath the zipper of his jeans.

Clara leaned close and let her fingers trail down Sunny’s arm as she whispered something into her ear. Sunny then bit her lip with another smile and nodded, grasping Clara’s hand in hers. Even from a distance, he could read her lips, “lead the way.” The pair of women slipped away through the crowd and Whiskey had to lean against the bar to hide what surely was the erection of his nightmares and daydreams as Eggsy walked up to him, a relieved little smile on his face. “She really saved us, mate. She’s a good one, ain’t she?” The kid settled in the empty stool beside him.

“Yeah, kid,” Whiskey muttered as he waved down the bartender. “She’s a good one.” He ordered a whiskey neat before discreetly activating and raising the volume on the earpiece so he could monitor Sunny. He knew Clara wasn’t much of a threat—not against the likes of his Sunny, anyway—but he just wanted to be sure.

The earpiece hummed for a moment and recalibrated before he caught the tail-end of some sort of whispered flirt.  “You’re so pretty for me.” There was a soft answering noise and then a shuffle, like a dress being pulled off. “So pretty.”

“God, you’re mouthy,” Clara said. “I love it.”

“Get on the bed,” Sunny said and he imagined Clara scrambling to do as she was told and then Sunny climbing over her. His mind drifted, for a moment. Was she like this with everyone she brought to bed? Sounds of some illicit act buzzed in his ears as he thought of her lips, her fingers…

“Look at you. So wet. I’ve barely touched you.” His Sunny laughed.

“Oh please,” Clara whined, high and breathy. “Please.”

Whiskey glanced at Eggsy to see him squirming in his seat. He tapped the kid on the shoulder and then snatched the earpiece right out of his ear. “The fuck?” Eggsy grumbled.

Whiskey just pocketed it and ordered another drink.

Clara was moaning now and there was a distinct wet sound that he knew all too well.

“Oh! Right there! Fuuuuuuuu-there!”

Sunny laughed again but it sounded muffled. “You almost there? Yeah, I think you are. Just about covered my hand—leaking all over me. You’ve made a mess.” Sunny sighed and the wet noise grew faster and faster. “Come on, gorgeous. You can come for me.”

The zipper of his jeans was becoming increasingly more cumbersome and he took a healthy gulp of the liquor. He shouldn’t be picturing her making those sounds. Shouldn’t be wondering what she sounded like with his fingers buried deep. Shouldn’t be thinking about what she would taste like on his tongue.

But he did. And it wasn’t the first or the last time.

Clara’s moans turned into a staccato of whimpers and groans that grew and grew until she wailed.

Sunny hummed—he could tell she was smiling. “I knew you’d be beautiful when you came.”

Clara panted and there was a soft sound of a kiss. “Your turn?”

“Mm, no. I just like seeing pretty girls come.” Another kiss. “But thanks for the offer.”

“God, you are just a walking dream, aren’t you?” Clara asked, all breathy and smitten.

Whiskey finished his drink and paid. The rest of the conversation between Clara and Sunny was a hum in his ears as he left the bar and Eggsy quickly followed.

“Think she can teach me her tricks?” He joked.

“Nah, kid. You either got it or you don’t. She just has it in spades.” He walked toward the tent but slowed to a stop just out of reach so as to not look like they were lingering. He gave it a moment, and then another. Sunny walked out of the tent with a smile and licked her fingers. Mission accomplished.

A/N: Welp. There’s that. I will try to have the next chapter up in less time than it took for this one to get published. Please tell me what you think!

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Pedro for Augustman (10-19/19)

Cezar Greif • Photographer: Doug Inglish • Styling: Lucy Armstrong • Grooming: Mira Chai Hyde Related: photoshoot / list of articles 

Until recently, people were still erroneously addressing Pedro Pascal as Pascal Pedro. But he didn’t mind. Years of struggle in New York’s theatre scene had taught him to take things in stride. Pascal had studied drama in NYU, with his appearances on television after that limited to bit parts in Buffy the VampireSlayer and a few cop dramas. It took Game of Thrones, playing the part of Oberyn Martell, to make Pascal a household name – at the age of 37, no less.

Since that breakout role, Pascal has been busy. Among other works, he starred opposite Denzel Washington in The Equalizer 2, played a leading role in the Netflix biographical crime series Narcos, and acted as Agent Whiskey in Kingsman: The Golden Circle. There’s more to come, beginning with the titular character in The Mandalorian, which airs on Disney’s new streaming service Disney+ this November. In June next year, Pascal is slated to appear in the next Wonder Woman movie as the villain Maxwell Lord. Clearly, the man’s career has just properly started. 

When did you first fall in love with acting? At a very young age. My father used to take us to the movies three times a week. He’d come home from work and ask if we wanted to go see something, and we would, of course, want to go. I saw First Blood, The Big Chill, and so many other films. There was one summer when my mother would drop me off at the movie theatre as though it was daycare – times were different back then. I’d watch a few screenings of movies like Poltergeist in one afternoon before she picked me up at six. This exposure to films led to a hobby in acting that my parents were happy I had – at least I wasn’t sitting around watching cable TV all day. It occupied so much of my time and eventually turned into serious training.

Why did you make the shift? I had to take things more seriously if I wanted to stick with it. It wasn’t just being in love with the idea of appearing in movies and on stage any more – I needed to learn to analyse a story, delve deeper into the various aspects of acting, and learn the technical side of things. What came next was getting jobs to pay the bills. Surviving as an actor, basically.

You took some time to find mainstream success. Did you ever consider quitting? The confidence definitely fluctuates. I didn’t develop other skills, so my familiar routine was to attend auditions for jobs. One would be enough to pay for rent and food for a while, or I had to wait tables to pay for my expenses. It felt completely desperate because I was really in love with the art of acting and the idea of being a working actor.

But I always got enough work to keep going. I don’t think I would have if I couldn’t get a job in three years or something like that, but such a thing never happened. I would get a role in a tiny little play outside of Boston, or a beer commercial, or an episode of a cop show in the city.

Do you appreciate your popularity more since it came later? How do you think this has influenced the way you approach your status as a celebrity now? I was definitely more self-assured because my habits and routines were firmly in place and felt more important to me than my newfound success. I know it’s hard for me to describe this, but I just don’t feel famous. That wasn’t part of my development when I was younger, so I came into it “fully cooked”, or maybe even overdone. (laughs) As exciting and as strange as fame can be, it just doesn’t feel as real to me as my relationships, or the fact that my backaches, or how I panic in the morning if I don’t know exactly where I can get my coffee. Those things have much higher stakes to me than the public’s perception of who I am.

Can you identify a reason for your success? Did it make sense for to you when it “arrived”, perhaps because you thought you were becoming a better actor, or was it pure luck? I oscillate between the two. It can seem totally random, which is terrifying because anything can happen, but the randomness of it all makes a little more sense to me. But I see some clearly predestined circumstances for other people, and you sometimes have these very clear realisations that an opportunity was kept from you a long time ago because it wasn’t the right place or the right time. I guess I probably lean more towards the randomness of it all, or the simple idea that if you keep at the same damn thing, you’re increasing your chances of it succeeding.

And how do you view your breakout role in Game of Thrones now? It changed my life, but what’s interesting is how all the silly jobs that I’ve had before this one also felt like big breaks. I was a jobbing actor by my late 20s, and I was just as excited with some seventh-tier role on some network television show because it meant that I could pay some bills.

That felt like as big as a win as anything else. It’s the same with theatre. Because it’s so hard to go from the small plays to the medium-sized ones, getting a role in the latter feels like a miracle too. I was close to becoming homeless many times in the past, and was actually staying at an AirBnB before getting the role in Game Of Thrones, so I must really thank the showrunners David Benioff and D.B. Weiss for taking that chance on me.

Has your experience in theatre helped your work in film? How do they compare? Theatre work is like the building blocks of what I do now. From Shakespeare to something contemporary, and everything in between, I’ve done them all. When you perform the same thing eight times a week, you’re constantly reworking your role to keep it interesting, whether it’s discovering something new or discarding something that exists. It feels like training. The last time I took classes was in college – and that’s something I don’t recommend – but doing theatre work felt like staying in school, which helped. Plus, it provided medical insurance and a weekly paycheck.

Tell us more about the new Mandalorian series. It’s taking things in a new direction. I think it’s amazing that Lucasfilm is letting Jon Favereau and Dave Filoni take Star Wars into new territories as far as style and tone are concerned, from using practical effects and digital special effects in tandem, to exploring characters out of the familiar Star Wars settings. They’re also blurring the boundaries between the good guys and the bad guys, and I love the idea of having things in a grey area. We’re dealing with the outer reaches of the galaxy here, which means a lot of ambivalence around what is right and wrong, and the conflict between self-serving and self-sacrificial decisions and actions. It’s all very much a part of the Star Wars story. As for the character, the Mandalorian is a bounty hunter, and people pay him to do jobs. Let’s just leave it at that for now.

Christopher Nolan said he casted Tom Hardy as Bane because of how he acts through his eyes in the mask. What was it like to express everything you needed to in this role with a full-face helmet on? Much of the work is already taken care of by the writing, which is great, as well as the visual experience that the show provides. But it was still important to me to live in the story as a person who does not show his face, so I worked a lot on the character’s body language. It feels almost like going back to theatre. I think that there’s a lot that can be told with stillness and very economical movements.

I hear that you’re a real movie nerd. Do you have recommendations for fairly unknown directors or movies that we should pay attention to? I just saw this incredible movie called Monos by Alejandro Landes. It was amazing. And I’ve been floored by [director] Ari Aster. He’s an aesthetician that also brings out great performances, and the films Hereditary and Midsommar blew me away totally. There’s also someone who’s up and coming – Taika Waititi – who made Jojo Rabbit, that’s, in my opinion, the best movie of the year.

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FAN FIC: PART 7 KINGSMAN III: REDACTED

SUMMARY: A familiar face shows up at Kingsman. They discuss the possibility of a new adversary threatening the future of Kingsman.

WORD COUNT: 4800

Might be less developed as other chapters. I suck at plot.

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A tall, decidedly handsome man pushed open the double doors of Kingsman Tailor Shop and strode in as if he owned the place. It was a possibility not to discount as he was dressed almost identically as the Kingsman agents. However, there was something quite different about this gentleman. His distinction had more to do with his bearing, the way he walked, the way he swaggered and less to do with his black leather cowboy boots and his silver flask belt buckle. Though these deviations from Kingsman’s regulation attire were noted. He seemed to take up more space, even though the shop was empty at the time. He was taller than Eggsy, but not quite reaching the heights of Harry, even with his heeled boots. And while Harry carried himself with a subtle, lean and long masculine grace, this man was robust and brawny. His build was closer to Eggsy’s, broad in the shoulders, strong and sturdy. Just taller. Bigger.

The man paused at the reception desk. Drove the pointed, business end of a Kingsman umbrella, the ferrule, onto the hardwood floor. He clutched the grip with both hands and announced his presence, while planting himself with his cowboy boots a little wider than hips width distance apart.

“Tell ‘em in the back that Agent Tequila’s here.” He hollered.

Aside from the smaller details, his voice was the identifying factor. The man announced his presence with a deep, masculine southern drawl. The accent had the formality of Received Pronunciation, but with a twist from across the pond.

He was Agent Tequila, from the United States. He arrived at Kingsman London to assist after the events of The Golden Circle depleted the Kingsman’s ranks. And because Champagne “Champ”, the head of Statesman, their U.S. counterpart, believed some time spent with the good ‘ole boys of Kingsman would add a little class and sophistication to the rough around the edges, but otherwise adept agent.

Tequila, on the other hand, regarded this stint as an opportunity, if not to corrupt the ranks of Kingsman, at the very least, shake ‘em up a bit. Loosen ‘em up. It didn’t have to be suits and ties ALL the time.

His own reflection caught his eye in one of the dressing mirrors and he gave himself a wink. He did have to admit that he carried the suit well and he did look mighty damn fine.  

Not a bad toss up for being a little less comfortable in his Levis and his snap button shirts. He did find himself missing his cowboy hat. The rounded felt hat from the London hat-makers Thomas and William Bowler, felt stuffy and small compared to his Stetson. Granted, it did have an older history in 1849, compared to 1865, but not by much. He was assured that the bowler, in conjunction with the rolled brolly, what they called an umbrella, was the look of a proper city gentleman. He still figured southerners could hold their own when you got right down to it. In the meantime, as long as they didn’t put a bur in his saddle, everything should be fine as paint. No sale on the cowboy boots and the belt buckle. Getting citified only went so far. But otherwise, he reckoned, when in Rome.

The door to one of the dressing rooms swung open and Eggsy stepped out. An odd place to be waiting, seeing that he wasn’t with a client. How the hells long as he been in there, he thought.

Tequila lifted a chin in his direction.

“Well, you got here faster than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking competition -”

He cut himself off when a second person followed him out of the room. Not a client, curiously, but a young woman he had never seen before. Her attire was similar to Kingsman agents, but not exactly. She was dressed in a slim skirt and suit set, a navy Prince of Wales check. Just as their suits were cut to fit a man’s shape, hers was cut to enhance the lines of a more feminine figure. Just as precise, just as exacting. Rather than a men’s dress shirt, she wore a feminine silk blouse with ruffled detailing. Rather than a tie, she had a silk scarf of the same pattern tied around the low bun holding her hair. Her black patent Mary Janes gave another several inches to her already tall height. She made really quite the fetching picture.

Well, there go my manners, Tequila thought.

Eggsy decided it was in all of their best interests if he took care of the introductions, just in case the brash southerner was about to come up with something that sounded slightly insulting. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with his particular curious vernacular just yet. And Eggsy didn’t trust him enough not to say something offensive.

“Agent Tequila, I would like you to meet Gwendolyn Mycroft.” he gestured to the woman who stood next to him, “She is one of Kingsman’s newest additions.”

“Gwendolyn, this is Agent Tequila, he is part of Statesman, our equivalent agency based in the United States. I believe you are familiar with it.”

Eggsy stopped himself. He didn’t quite think it was an appropriate time or in good taste to mention she knew Statesman because she hacked into their computer’s mainframe and then watched her father die.

Gwendolyn held out her hand politely, with an inscrutable expression. It was the way she greeted all unknowns until she was able to form her opinion.

“Pleasure to meet you, Agent Tequila.” she responded properly.

Eggsy wanted to cringe when he saw Tequila take her hand and promptly kiss the back of it.

“The pleasure is all mine, Miss Mycroft.” He drawled. Gwendolyn began to pull her hand back a fraction before he let it go. If she was amused or offended by his gesture, she didn’t let it show.

At least it wasn’t a double air cheek kiss, Eggsy thought. He continued. “Agent Tequila is also here to help us establish the foundation of the new Kingsman.”

Tequila, in Gwendolyn’s direction. “I guess you’re here to do the same.”

Her expression still hadn’t shifted. But her eyes had yet to leave Agent Tequila’s face.

Eggsy spoke for her. “Yes, she is also helping in Field work, Strategy as well as Research and Development.”

“Well don’t you sound as smart as all get out.” Tequila said as a compliment. “Why don’t you join us while Eggsy gives me a tour of this joint?”

Eggsy noticed that Gwendolyn’s expression had not changed a single bit since she first saw the agent from the south. And with Tequila pouring on more charm than usual, he was sure it was going to make for an interesting time at Kingsman. As he invited the agent to take a tour of the shop, he was suddenly very glad that he was married.

——

With the financial support of their new Kingsman distillery and additional backing from Statesman, they were able to begin the rebuild of the shop, ancillary locations and warehouses, though it would still be years until they were able to match the previous Kingsman’s massive collection of artillery, technology, and properties. Kingsman had been steeped in history. Many objects of historical significance they had lost were irreplaceable. But its complete destruction allowed them the opportunity to separate the wheat from the chafe, the good from the bad, to let go of archaic traditions that no longer held significance or value, and prioritise where their main focus should lie.

Reconstructing the Kingsman’s front was one of those top priorities. The tailor shop was running smoothly again, fashioning first rate bespoke menswear as it had prior to the explosions. Kingsman agents were supplied with new suits with fresh bulletproof lining. A new collection of accoutrements accompanied each agent. They prioritized the shop,  as well as rebuilding their armoury and weapons cache.

As long as the agents had their Kingsman armour and the accessories that completed the look, they were mission ready. The rest would be replaced in time. Historical buildings and 100 year old scotch couldn’t protect the world from all the horrible things men did to each other. It was the knights, the brave and honourable men and women that made up the ranks of Kingsman, that would carry on the ultimate mission of their organization, to uphold peace and protect life.

The Kingsman suit didn’t make the man, but the agents definitely embodied the suits as well as every gentleman spy should.  And being a gentleman spy was a matter of being four things. They were polite. They were courteous. They were well mannered. And they had a plan to kill everyone in the room at any given time.

———-

Gwendolyn’s appearance came, by chance, at the most fortuitous moment. While a drive-by shooting was not the most elegant tactic to remove players from the board, if done properly, it was effective. Fast and fatal with little fuss.  With less chance for blowback, but common enough where the news of a drive by shooting was not likely to stir the interest of the authorities other than to increase patrol and warn residents to take precaution.  

Most likely this kind of shooting would be treated as an anomaly. An unfortunate, one-of incident. It also kept agencies such as theirs, from raising alert to a possible threat.

The modus operandi of low life thugs and gangs that did not have enough sophistication for tradecraft, drive-by shootings usually had three purposes, as a warning, to take out a rival, or an initiation of a new member. It was doubtful that Kingsman was the target of a local gang. But sometimes gangs freelanced for those with more power.

Gwendoyn mentioned that it was quite possible that whomever or whatever wanted them out of the picture had outsourced or contracted the job. It would pose even less risk for the controlling party. On the other hand, anytime an organization no longer took care of wet work “in-house” there was always the possibility for indiscretion, for leaks. There was no honor amongst thieves for these kinds of criminals. The only means to motivate them was either through money or power or the fear of losing both.

If this adversary wanted Kingsman off the board, they had power and influence that went deep. Eggsy mentioned if they were able to identify both Harry and himself, have access to their schedule and whereabouts for any given day, that meant they had the resources for hi-tech surveillance. Setting up counter-surveillance should take precedence.

Not necessarily, Gwendolyn had pointed out. Sure it was time consuming and repetitive, but she was able to surveil the same, determine the same schedule, gather the same intel just by physical reconnaissance. Even though she had been a near constant presence for two weeks, she had not raised any suspicions. She was there, expecting Harry and Eggsy, just as the vehicle was. There was no sense setting up hi- tech counter surveillance if the adversary wasn’t using high technology surveillance to begin with.

Sometimes, low-tech, low-fi, the least expected method was the one that was used BECAUSE of it’s near obsolescence.  Gwendolyn emphasized that they shouldn’t rely just on tech to determine who the enemy was. Curious since one of her main strengths was in tech, but her father had always emphasised not to let her talents and skills become a crutch. A good agent looked at all angles of a problem, not just the angle that gave her the best view.

The Golden Circle left a large void in the criminal world that needed to be filled. Luckily, for Kingsman, that meant a lot of in-house fighting and attempts to gain power. Deals and alliances were made and broken. Backs were stabbed. Retribution was had. As challenging as it was to broker a deal in legitimate business matters, it was exponentially more risky when you were dealing with individuals who robbed, lied and killed for a living.

——

On an average London afternoon, slightly cloudy and overcast, with an occasional peek of sunshine through the clouds, Kingsman debated matters of life and death.

They were all seated at the long table in the new dining room, discussing the new threat. The table consisted of Gwendolyn, Agent Tequila, Galahad Sr. and Galahad Jr. They really had to do something about those codenames. But apparently, the name had significance to both Harry and Eggsy and neither of them was ready to give up the handle.

Ever since the betrayal of long-standing agents in both organizations, Chester King, the Arthur that betrayed Harry and Kingsman, and the discovery of Agent Whiskey as a traitor in Statesman, and of course, the destruction of Kingsman and all of its agents, they were taking more care of who was on a need to know basis.  In this case, the circle was a small one. Harry and Eggsy, since they were the targets, Gwendolyn for obvious reasons, and Agent Tequila, whose fresh eyes might be able to discern nuances they had overlooked. It was just as well the group was small. The other remaining active Kingsman were all in the field on other assignments. Everyone was having to do more with less.

Gwendolyn was seated at the head of this small gathering, not that she was taking up the mantle of Arthur. Since she was present at the time of the shooting, had reconnoitred the area and had the most actionable intel so far, she was assigned monitor for this little conference.  It was one of her first times leading a meeting at Kingsman. Herding cats seemed suddenly very relatable.  She was never one to be nervous or doubt her abilities, but the presence of three alpha males, each with strong personalities and convictions, two whose lives could depend on the conversation, kept her at the top of her game.

They were discussing the possibilities when Gwendolyn surmised.

“The way I see it, we are all agreed this was not a random shooting.”

Harry nodded. With his brow drawn together in concentration,  he was listening intently. Eggsy, twiddling his pen, was still pissed that they hadn’t even had a chance to return fire at the tossers. Agent Tequila was staring at Gwendolyn, throwing her a wink every time she glanced in his direction.

She chose to ignore everyone except Harry.

She was cautious not to let her gaze rest on him too long. Despite their evening together in the lounge, Harry treated her exactly the same as he always had. Helpful and kind. Still critical in moments where he knew she could do better. Supportive when he needed to be. He didn’t distance himself in any way. He was comfortable at her side, lightly touching her shoulder, her hand, her back when it was appropriate. If anything, she was modifying her own behaviour. She was careful not to touch him first or stand too close.  If she knew he was nearby or heard his footsteps, with his stride long and purposeful, her body would tense and her heart would beat faster as he approached.

If her eyes wandered and accidentally caught his gaze, he would throw her a wink and the tiniest hint of a smile before she had the chance to look away.  This new twinkle was the only change that she noticed. She had to struggle not to blush every time she saw it. She was determined not to blush in front of these three agents. She spoke clearly and with authority.

“This was a very specific attempt to hit very specific targets. In cases where low-fi is used, it is typically implemented when the actual adversary is either extremely powerful, well known, or technologically advanced, perhaps all three and therefore, wants to avoid using their own resources so they can remain unknown.”

“What about catching the perps?” suggested Eggsy, who still wanted to deliver a job to the face to someone, at the very least.

“The chances of apprehending the actual shooters is slim, but we can still approach that angle.”

She thought for a moment, then added.

“Perhaps we can give them an incentive to inform on their employer. However, I’m sure they have been threatened in the extreme to NOT cooperate with anyone seeking their information. In any case, we may be wasting time looking at a dead end.”

Her father had always looked at the bigger picture and she concentrated on doing the same.  

“What I find most suspicious, is the lack of direct, beneficial outcome resulting in the elimination of the targets.”, she said seriously. She was searching for the improbable.

“Thanks, yeah, for putting it so warmly.” Eggsy said, vaguely amused.

She raised her eyebrows a him, shaping her face into someone that should not be interrupted.

Agent Tequila offered his view point. It wasn’t very helpful, either.

“Seems like someone just wants to get rid of Kingsman. That’s one long ass streak of bad luck.” He shook his head. “Sorry boys, it looks like ya’ll got a lot of folks who wanna see you go down.”

Gwendolyn circled the conversation back to the topic at hand.

“What I mean is, what’s the goal?”

“Eh, to kill us, obviously.” Eggsy said pointedly, looking at the others for agreement. He leaned back in his chair. He assumed that was evident.

“Of course.” Gwendolyn explained with more patience than she felt.

“That’s the action.” She added, questioning, “What is the equal and opposite reaction that they are expecting to achieve?”

She focused on Harry and Eggsy.

“The two of you are obviously integral to Kingsman, but as someone who has been part of the beating heart of these kinds of agencies, they’re going about it the wrong way.”

“How so?” asked Harry. At least he was being encouraging.

“If your goal is to disable an organization, you don’t get rid of the players in the field.” She explained.

“You take out a source of power, such as information, communications. You wipe out their computer system, or target their armoury, or drain their funds. If you are going to take someone off the board, you take out the person who controls access. Sabotage. Make them inoperable, so that no matter how many men they have, no matter how large their army, they are not able to fight. They no longer have means of support.”

At the mention of sabotoge, armoires, wiping out systems, the other two men listened to her with increasing interest.

“That leaves the adversary free to continue their illegal activities without interruption. Not having to deal with threats gives them more resources for whatever generates them money and or power.”

“Not to offend, but after the beating the agency took after V-Day and the absolute knock out from The Golden Circle, most of your efforts have been on regrouping, rebuilding, reestablishing Kingsman’s presence. Kingsman has been mostly laying low. If you were on a revenge list, or you had an enemy that wanted to destroy Kingsman for good, that would have been the most opportune time. While the agency was at its weakest.”

She paused, making sure the men were both paying attention and following her train of thought. Her mind was working on all the possibilities. Experience told her that this was not a simple case of retribution. She was narrowing in on her point.

“Taking out two random agents - “

Eggsy drew back his head and balked, “Beg your pardon. Random?”

Even Harry looked vaguely offended.

Male egos, Gwendolyn thought.

“No offence meant of course. But, ultimately, when you get to the crux of it, in the end you are both agents. Exceptional agents, without a doubt. But taking out two agents, without a focused skill that the organisation’s structure relies on, has no point.”

“Unless,” she said, “that IS the point.”

Now the three agents all had the similar look of confusion on their faces. Three sets of furrowed brows and narrowed eyes turned toward her for clarification.

“Assassination.” She arrived at her point and from here, she was thinking out loud as much as presenting them with information.

Harry was intrigued and nodded slightly to himself. Eggy looked equally surprised and thoughtful. Even Tequila stopped looking at her as if she were a county fair ride he wanted to hop on and started to look involved.

“Assassination has two main purposes. To take out a political figure, a head of state, to disrupt the flow of command. Or, to demoralise the people under their leadership. In your case, you’ve already lost your head of state twice in the past two years.”

She turned to Harry.

“Harry, you’re not even officially Arthur. In fact, Kingsman is yet to designate a permanent head of state. Eliminating that position would do little to disrupt your chain of command. That logic is flawed.”

She continued to clear her path of reasoning, sifting the crucial from the non-essential.

“What’s left?” She asked.

“To demoralise the soldiers?” She made a point of looking around at the empty chairs.

“What soldiers? Most of your agency was destroyed, the agents killed. There are only a handful of working agents who are all out in the field. Most of them are not even in contact until their mission is complete. I have the feeling that we could all be blown up again and those agents would just continue on with their daily operations.”

“That’s lovely.” murmured Eggsy.

“It’s true, though.” Harry said in support.  Most of the agents in the field, the few that they had, were more than capable of handling their missions on their own with little support from HQ.

She leaned back into her chair until they were all awaiting her to continue. Assassination, was an interesting motive, aside from the actual killing and dying aspect.

“Another reason for an assassination,” she was honing the idea in her mind as she was speaking,  “Is to show the power of the organisation behind the killing.”

Her eyes narrowed as she circled her conclusion.

“I believe this was a show.” Her voice was low, secure with her words. Not too dissimilar from a gang initiation ritual, she thought.

“I theorise that this was an attempt of an organisation who has newly arrived into power. They are solidifying their new position by making a statement and asserting dominance over their rivals.”

The men began to shift in their seats, uncomfortable at the thought of a new powerful adversary.

“Please, gentleman. Hear me out.”

At the sound of being addressed gentleman, all three agents straightened up and, with respect, gave Gwendolyn their attention. There were some benefits of being a lady in a room full of men.

“What both of you are,” she said, speaking to both of the Galahads, “is venerated in the intelligence community and feared by the network of criminals around the world.”

She turned toward the younger, brash agent by Harry’s side. “Eggsy, you almost single handedly took out Richmond Valentine and stopped V-Day from being the world catastrophe that it could have been.”

He shrugged, a rare show of modesty for him. Though Gwendolyn had an inkling that he was being facetious. The shrug was more in the lines of “Who, what? Me? Nah, it was nothin.”

Now she turned to the older of the two. Fully engaged in the subject matter, Gwendolyn did not let her eye contact falter this time.

“Harry is part of spy lore now. Let all alone all that he’s done in the course of his career. And then to have survived Valentine’s bullet to the face? Essentially cheated death and to return in time to thwart the largest global hostage situation in history? With Eggsy? Of course, all missions are covet. Classified.  But word gets around through underground channels. For those on either side of good or evil. They must be aware of your existence. They’ve heard of your missions. They might not know exactly who you are, but apparently someone does.”

Harry, in his own dignified manner, accepted the compliments as a matter of fact.

“After the collapse of the Golden Circle, what better opportunity for those in the underworld to try to make a grab for power? It was all of their infighting that allowed you the time and space to rebuild. It seems like their restructuring is in place. Now, whoever has filled the void, needs to establish the new pecking order.  What better way than to take out the two most recognisable agents from one of the oldest, most respected agencies?” She asked the men rhetorically.

Gwendolyn knew what action needed to be taken.

“We need to know who the new power players are.” She said firmly.

The timing was outstanding. “Now what is the be all and end all, of all Galas?  Where only the richest, the most famous, and the most powerful go to see and be seen. THE event that not only national governments around the world use to network, but also the leaders that work underground, through less legitimate channels?

Harry and Eggsy looked at each other. They came to the same conclusion.

“The Monarch’s Ball.” They both said.

“Exactly.” Gwendolyn said emphatically.

“Sounds like a party.” Agent Tequila added.

This time, Harry, Eggsy and Gwendolyn confirmed simultaneously.

“It is.”

----

Thanks for hanging in there! Some chapters may be better than others....

[dreamingabouttaron]

The Assistant Part 13

After you had been left feeling flustered that morning, you had decided it was best to distract yourself with work. You wanted to be as prepared as possible. You contacted Lindy and the office back in London and informed them how well everything was going so far. You read through a number of scripts that had been send through for Taron and got back to the office with your opinions on them. You also went through Taron’s schedule and organised transport to and from set for the next few weeks. You knew that the next few weeks were going to fly by. Filming wouldn’t take took long and then straight after Taron had to go off to start the press tour for Kingsman: The Golden Circle. You were just finishing up when you heard your stomach rumble. You checked the time and decided to go and grab some food. You shut your laptop down and walked over to your wardrobe to select some shoes before leaving your room.

You went down to the hotels breakfast buffet and picked up a large selection of food, from the healthy option of fresh fruit to the slightly less healthy option of pancakes covered in syrup. You were enjoying some time to yourself when someone placed their plate down on the table next to yours. You looked up from your phone to see who it was.

“Good morning. May I join you?”

“Of course you can.” You smiled up at Ben and placed your phone down on the table in front of you. It was nice to see Ben but you had really wished to have some time to yourself before the real work started that afternoon.

Ben pulled out the chair next to you and sat down beaming. “It’s good to see you. How is everything after last night?”

You took a sip of your fresh orange juice and smiled again thinking about the last 12 hours. “It’s been good. Nothing too crazy.” If only he knew. You thought.

You both sat and nibbled on your food and talked a little more continuing on from the night before. It was nice getting to know each other. Ben seemed like a really lovely person, he was very easy to talk too and he was also very charming. He seemed really interested in getting to know you. Before you knew it your phone alerted you that the car would be arriving soon to pick yourself and Taron up for rehearsals.

“Oh gosh, is that the time? It’s been really lovely talking to you Ben. I really do need to get going, I have to get Taron off to rehearsals.” You pulled your chair out and stood to collect your things.

Ben stood too and gave you a gentle hug, “I still stand by that drinks offer. How about tonight? Meet me in the lobby at 7:30?”

I mean what harm was it doing? As you had told Taron the previous evening, it was technically none of his business, especially with Emily still in the picture. You knew that nothing was going to happen between you.

“Sounds good to me. I’ll see you then. Have a good day Ben.”

You left the restaurant and headed back up to your room. As you waited for the lift you sent Taron a brief message alerting him that he needed to be ready to head off. You went back into your room and freshened up before walking over to Taron’s room to collect him. As you approached the door you could hear what sounded like an argument from the other side of the door. You stood and waiting for the muted shouting to calm down before you knocked. You stood around for a while before checking your phone to see the time. It was getting late. You had no choice but to interrupt. You gently knocked on the door which was hastily answered by a sickly looking Emily.

“Hi Megan. He’s just coming. Thank you so so much for last night. I don’t know what happened, one minute I was fine and then suddenly I wasn’t.”

“Hey its okay! I wanted to make sure you were safe and well.” You tried to sound cheery. You didn’t want to let on that you had overheard something that you shouldn’t have.

Emily pulled you into a hug. “I really appreciate it! Hey! I mentioned to Taron that we should do that picnic in the park tomorrow evening if you wanted to come and join us?”

Taron appeared from around the corner, and approached the door. He looked angry. You watched him roll his eyes in your direction. Oh god, what’s happened? You thought to yourself.

“I would love that! Let’s organise it later though, we really need to get going or else we are going to be late. Taron are you ready?” You asked.

“I think so. I have my phone, wallet, keycard. Do I need anything else? I’ve never been on a horse before, surely I won’t need anything else?” He asked.

“I think you should be all good. The stables are going to provide you with your riding gear. Come on we really need go, our cars waiting. See you later Emily, rest up.”

You and Taron both left the room and silently walked down to the car. You greeted the driver and both climbed inside. The journey was quick and simple. You decided to not mention what you had overheard, it wasn’t really any of your business. You and Taron both sat on your phones replying to emails and before you knew it you had arrived. Today Taron was going to be rehearsing a scene he had on horse back. You used to ride as a child so you felt at home at the stables, Taron on the other hand looked uneasy. You looped your arm in his and confidently led him over to the team that were waiting.

You found it very entertaining watching Taron gear up with his riding hat and boots. You snapped a few pictures of him on your phone as he was taught how to gallop around the pen. He seemed to be doing really well. Once he got the hang of things; Taron and the horse were given a brief break.

You watched Taron walk over to the fence you were using to lean on as you observed.

“Look at your Mr Horse Whisperer!” You encouraged him knowing how unsure he was to start off with. Taron took your water bottle from your hands and took a swig. “See I told you it wasn’t that bad! You’ve got to trust yourself more. The horse can tell if you’re unsure so you need to make sure you’re confident. One wrong move and you’re in trouble.”

“It’s strange because that horse is so beautiful to look at from a distance but the beauty dwindles when you’re on top of it. It’s true what you said, one wrong move and you’re off. That’s what scares me.”

“T, don’t jinx it! Everything is going to be fine. I promise! You’ve done so well this far. Now stop being dramatic and go and get back on that horse and show me what else you can do!”

Taron was called back over to continue rehearsing and you got yourself back in position to watch from a safe distance. Taron and the trainer talked for a while before Taron climbed onto the horse.

“Mate. Are you sure? I don’t think the horse wants me on here. I can feel it.” You heard Taron call down to his trainer. You rolled your eyes at him, you knew he was still nervous but you knew everything would be fine. Taron was one of these people that everything fell into place for him, and you had no doubt that this would be one of them.

“Taron stop worrying. It’s okay.” The trainer replied.

As soon as the trainer let go of the reins the horse bolted. You gasped as your eyes widened. You wanted to jump into the pen and stop the horse but you knew how unsafe that would be, the horse could run in your direction and trample you. You climbed further onto the fence and watched in fear as the horse continued to bolt with Taron on top. You watched as the trainer ran after the horse, everyone was now watching the action. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. You watched the horse run towards the edge of the fence and pull its front legs up off the floor throwing Taron off. You watched his body fall through the air, his screams piercing the air as he hit the ground with a large thud. You ran the whole of the outside of the pen to get to Taron as the trainer ran after the horse.

“Taron! Taron! Talk to me!” You called as you jumped over the fence to him.

He was sprawled out on the ground. No response. He was clearly in shock. You could see it in his eyes.

“It’s okay. I’m here. I promise you everything is going to be okay.” You looked up to see number of people running over to help. People took over and called for an ambulance. You felt tears burn your eyes as you held Taron’s hand. He squeezed it tightly. You raised it to your mouth and kissed it several times as the tears started to fall. It didn’t take long before the ambulance arrived. Medics came running over and assessed him. You kept hold of his hand. You didn’t want to let go and you knew he wouldn’t want you too either. He was scared. You were scared too but you had to be strong for him. The medics put a neck brace on Taron and carefully put him on a stretcher. You kept hold of his hand, reassuring him every now and then. His eyes looked petrified, they were constantly looking out for you. He was conscious but he still hadn’t said anything. You knew you had to stay calm for him.

You climbed into the back of the ambulance with Taron. You watched as the medics checked over his body and gave him pain killers to help take away any pain he may be feeling. After being thrown off a horse he must have been in a lot of pain. You kept hold of Taron’s hand throughout the whole journey. It didn’t take too long before you arrived at the hospital, at this point you were asked to wait in the waiting room. You knew you had no choice but you didn’t want to leave Taron all on his own. As you sat on a cold plastic chair in the waiting room you couldn’t stop your tears from freely falling. You wanted to be there with him. It wasn’t until you calmed down that you remembered you should probably contact Emily to let her know what had happened. Your finger quickly pressed on her number and you sat tapping your foot as you waited for an answer.

“Hi Megan!” Her voice sounded cheery a complete contrast to yours.

“Hi Emily. I have something I need to tell you, Taron’s been in an accident. He was thrown off a horse during rehearsals. I’m currently at the hospital waiting to see him. I think you should come down.”

‘WHAT!? Oh my god! What happened? Is he okay?” Emily fired out question after question. You told her the address and ended the call. Just as you placed your phone into your bag as doctor came over to you with a sympathetic smile.

“Mrs Egerton?” You looked up and shook your head. “It’s Megan. I’m his assistant, not his wife.”

“Oh, I apologise!” The young doctor looked embarrassed, “I can take you in to see Taron now. He’s been to have some X-rays and scans. We are just waiting for the results. He seems better than he was when he first came in. He’s been asking to see you.” You were really happy to hear that he has come round a bit. You followed the doctor through to Taron’s room. He was laying flat on the bed looking up at the ceiling with his neck still in a brace. He had a few cuts and bruises on his body but you would rather that then the possible broken back. You walked over to his bed and grabbed hold of his hand. His eyes darted over to you. He had tears in his eyes.

‘I’m so sorry Taron!” You leant over him and held his hand into your chest. “I feel like this was my fault. I shouldn’t have told you to stop being dramatic and get on with it!”

“It’s not your fault.” Taron managed to croak. “Thank you for being here.” Tears started to stream down his face. You could feel your tears building again in your eyes. “I was so scared. It hurt so much. I thought I was going to die.” You brushed his tears away and kissed his cheek.

“But you’re okay! You’re here! I’m here!” You stood with Taron for a while trying to distract him from his pain. It wasn’t too long before Emily came running into the room. She was clearly distressed by what had happened. She grabbed the hand that you were holding and burst into tears. You stepped back and allowed the couple to have some time.

You went back out to the waiting room and messaged Ben explaining what had happened and asked to rearrange. You didn’t feel like wanting to go out, not after todays events. Ben had agreed and wished you and Taron the best of luck for the results. You sat in the waiting room with your eyes closed for a moment. You tried to calm the adrenaline rushing around your body. When you finally felt calm you went back into Taron’s room and walked over to the other side of Taron’s bed. You smiled at him trying to make him feel safe. Your attention was taken by the doctor walking into the room. You and Emily both looked at each other in fear.

“We have the test results back.” You waited for her to continue. You wanted her to spit it out. “It doesn’t look like Taron has any major trauma. We can’t see any broken bones. We think he might have bruised rib or two but that’s it. You are very lucky Taron. You could have done some serious damage.” You and Emily felt a huge sense of relief rush over your bodies. You looked down at Taron and took his hand in yours again. You were so happy that he was okay. The doctor walked over and took the neck brace off and raised Taron’s bed so that he was now laying up. Emily wrapped her arms around Taron’s neck and allowed her tears to fall again. The doctor looked at you and said, “We’re going to prescribe some pain medication. It needs to be taken twice a day for the next week. If he’s still in pain after that then we will run some more scans. He can go home tonight but he needs to rest up.” You thanked the doctor before turning back to Taron.

Later that evening you went back to the hotel with Taron and Emily. You were both able to help Taron get undressed and into bed. You told them to contact you if anything happened and that you would keep your phone next to you at all times. They both agreed. Taron was exhausted and clearly in pain. He needed to rest up. You left the couple and went into your room. You sat on your bed. You could still smell Taron on the bedsheets from the night before. You allowed your tears to fall again. It had been an incredibly stressful day and you were glad it was over. The images of Taron flying off the horse and onto the ground replayed in your head every time you closed your eyes. It was horrific but you were so relieved that Taron was okay. Watching the events of say made you realise how deep your feelings were for Taron. No matter how much you tried to get rid of them they kept coming back stronger. Seeing him today just made your heart melt. You couldn’t help but admit to yourself that you were falling harder and harder for Taron. And there was no stopping it.

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Similar but Worlds Apart: Part 6

Fandom: Narcos + Kingsman: The Golden Circle

Pairing: Reader x Javier Peña // Reader x Jack Daniels a.k.a Agent Whiskey

WaRniGs: Cursing.  

Summary: While on search for your partner, your trip takes an odd turn when you come face-to-face with the twin of your partner. Twins that have no idea that the other one exists. And when feelings get involved, it is up to you to choose.

If you’re new here, start hereee: Part uno, Part kinda dos, Part tres, Part cuatro, Part cinco.

Almost a year ago...

Your flight from Kentucky to New York wasn’t bad. What was bad, was moving half of your stuff to Manhattan because now you had to work in two different cities.

You huffed when you took your baggage’s out of the taxi. Whiskey’s penthouse-adjacent apartment was now yours until he was cleared by the doctor to go out on the field by himself. So, you were guessing you were going to be super annoyed for the next few months living next door and working with a man’s-man.

You looked up to see how high the building was, your palms got sweaty. All you could make out was the STATESMAN sign at the very top of the tower. When you enter the building and head to the elevator, you pressed the number to the floor you were going to be staying at, then it asked you for a secret number, you input it, then it asked for your fingerprint, you knew Statesman was a secret but damn.

But it was all worth it when you entered your “little” apartment. White surfaces, clean polished dark wood floors, leather couches and armchairs, floor-to-ceiling windows, yeah this was what you were talking about. You headed to your room, threw your bags aimlessly and jumped on the bed. Gosh, that was the coziest bed you had laid on.

Someone clears their throat from your door, and you are taken out of your relaxing trance.

“You like the bed?” Jack Daniels, or better yet, Agent Whiskey was standing in the doorway with his arms over his chest. No cowboy hat on, no gun, just plain t-shirt, dark Wrangler jeans and cowboy boots. And his arm in a sling. Why did he look so sexy, you thought to yourself aggravated.

“Uhm, what are you doing here?” you lay on your side and plop your head on your right hand.

“This is my penthouse,” he motions with one hand as the other sits in a sling.

Now you were confused, “I thought I was going to stay in your adjacent apartment?” You get up and head to your suitcases, pick them up and put them on your bed.

“No, this is all mine, sweetness,” he says with a smug smile.

You sit down on the bed, “I get that, cowboy, what I’m asking is that why am I here if I was supposed to stay in my own place?”

He gives a heavy sigh, “First of all, I don’t need a babysitter, but Champ said you had to stay here to help me with whatever work related, while I recover, and when we’re given a task, were going to have to be in sync or all this is going to be a mess.”

You smile, “You don’t seem very ecstatic about this arrangement.”

Jack rolls his eyes, “I’m not, I’m not used to having someone living in my penthouse or taking care of me like if I’m a calf fresh out of her mother’s womb.”

Eyck. He was such a baby. And if he thought that you were going to be his nanny he had another thing coming. “I will be doing no such thing, k’ there partner,” you begin to take out the clothes out of your luggage when one of your red lacy underwear falls to the floor.

“You dropped something,” Jack said with a smirk.

You try to hide your blushing and leave the panties on the ground, “I guess manners aren’t a cowboy’s thing, huh?”

“Im not going to touch your panties until you beg me to, doll,” he says and then walked away. You are left speechless and a little aggravated by his comment. These next few months were going to be something. A good something? A bad something? Who knew.

 Present…

 “Y/N!” you hear Ginger on the other side scream your name, “He’s here! Jack is here!” You suddenly feel the urge to throw up and you become dizzy. “Y/N, did you hear me?”

“Yes, I-,” you turn and see Javier staring at you with concern on his beautiful face and eyes. Like if Whiskey was staring back at you, “I’m on my way.”

You jump out of bed and go take a quick body shower. You do not want to feel even more guilty by having Javier’s cologne all over your body while you are on your way to meet your boyfriend that has been missing for almost a month.

You enter your room in a towel and watch from the corner of your eye that Javier is already changing. You grab your suitcase from the closet and set it on your bed. Your heart pumping at a 100mph. Your stomach in knots.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Javier asks, watching your every move.

You begin to put your clothes in the suitcase and then begin to change into jeans and a hoodie. Your mind is racing. How is Jack? Is he Ok? Where has he been this whole time?

“Y/N!” Javier shouts your name and takes your out of your trance. He is now scowling at you.

Your head snaps up. You finish buttoning your jeans and stare at him, “I have to go back to Kentucky.” He approaches you, but you back away. You put your arms up and hold him off, “I’m sorry. I truly am. But I have to go.”

“He’s back, right?” he asks softly. You nod and go back to finish packing.

Faster than you realized all your bags are packed. You are in the living room now, your bags already by the door. You are putting on your shoes to leave, but Javier stops you. He coughs and you whip your head up. There is some sort of sadness to his eyes.  

“What’s going to happen to you…” he says.

“Do you mean what’s going to happen to us?” You say. But Javier doesn’t say anything. You stare straight into his eyes. A ping of sorrow hits your chest. You feel like crying.

He crosses his arms over his chest. He looks younger. His hair is disheveled, clothes wrinkled, mustache messy. His puppy eyes almost make you want to stay there in Colombia with him, but Jack needs you more.

You stand and walk to him. He undoes his crossed arms and sets them on his sides. You put your hands on his chest and he looks down at you. You feel your lips tremble, but you blink away tears. He caresses your chin, then your cheek. You close your eyes, taking it all in because you know you are never going to see him again. You inhale him, storing how he smells somewhere where he will always have a special place.

You reach up and hug him. Javier buries his face in the nook of your neck and stay there for what feels like forever. When you peel back from him, his arms still around your waits, you grab his face in your hands and lean in. You kiss him, one last kiss. He deepens it, sweet and intoxicating. You feel a small moan escape your lips, so you pull back, afraid that if you do not back off, it will lead somewhere you do not want it to go.

“I’m sorry that it came to this,” you said still close to his face.

Javier hugs you harder and leans his forehead against yours, “Don’t leave, please.” Its almost a whisper. Your heart breaks.

“We knew what this was when we met, please don’t make this more difficult than it has to be,” You are pleading at this point. You step back and he hesitates on letting you go. But he reluctantly does. “I’m sorry.”

“Will you ever come back?” he asks.

You are at the door, already with your purse in hand, luggage’s already waiting. “It was never supposed to come to this, Javier. The time we spent together, it’s like I met another part of me I didn't know was there. I’m never going to forget you, and I hope you never either.”

You make your way to your luggage, but he stops you, “Wait, no, don’t leave.”

You turn to him, you already said your goodbye, you cannot do this again. ���Javier, please. I have to.”

“No,” he grabs your hand, his voice rough, “No, you don’t have to. You can be a DEA agent here with me.”

You gently pull your hand back, “I can’t. I really can’t. I have to go to Jack. He needs me.”

“Ok, but what if you come back?” he’s pleading now, and as much as you wish that you could just grab him and pull him back to bed, you just can’t.

You place a hand on his chest. Fuck, your chest hurts now. “Please let me go.”

“This is the first time that I have felt like the person that I wish I were, Y/n. You’ve brought me to life, even if it sounds cheesy, but you’ve woken something deep inside me that I didn't even know was there.” He is holding onto your hand.

You pull it back, “Stop. You do not know how hard this is for me, Javier. I am dying inside, and as much as I wish I could stay here with you, I can’t. I have to go to Jack.”

“He’s just your partner, you can have another one here. Now that you know that he’s Ok there is no reason to go back,” Javier implores. Your chest hurts.

“There is, I jus-” you cover your face with your hand, “I need to leave.” Javier blocks the door, but you grab your bags and grab the doorknob anyway. You look straight into his beautiful sad, brown eyes. “Please.”

When he does not budge, the tears that you were holding back finally escape and roll down your cheeks like two hot aching tears. You bend at your waist and let it out. Javier walks to you, but you stop him. “Just stop. I need to leave. Jack is waiting for me and I need to see him and know that he’s not harmed.”  

“I get that he’s your partner, but you knew the risks of your job when you started working for this secret agency, Y/n. Now you’re worried that your partner won’t be OK?”

You feel anger boiling in the pit of your stomach, “Yes, I’m worried about him. He is not someone that just goes missing. He’s the best of the best, and if he was gone for so long there has to be a reason why, Javier. I can’t just leave everything behind just because we caught feelings,” fuck, you can’t believe that just came out of your mouth, so you try to fix it. “Look, these past two weeks have been amazing, it was just what I needed to not be so caught up with what had happened to Jack, but now, now I have to go. We both knew this was temporary. And you do not seem like someone who develops feelings like this, Javier. So, please, I beg you, let me go.”

He ponders everything you just said but does not move, so you go to him, and grab his hand. “Come back,” he says after a beat. “When you see that he’s fine, come back. Come back to me.”

“I can’t!” You raise your voice. “He’s my fiancée. That’s why I can’t come back!”

Its like all your oxygen exasperated from your lungs. You said it. What you were dreading to admit, you just said it.

“You’re engaged?” he puffed as if I had just punched him in the stomach.

You feel another tear run down my cheek, “Yes…”

He shakes his head, “And you let it get this far while being engaged?”

“You don’t understand, I-,” you're crying at this point, “You have so many similarities with him, Javier. It was hard not to- I’m sorry, I really am.”

Even with a tear stained face you make your way to the door and open it. He finally lets you by.

You turn to see his face and you cannot tell what is going on in that beautiful head of his, but he looks mad, sad, like he doesn’t know what to do the information you just offered. You reach up and tenderly touch his face, “I really am sorry.”

He grabs your hand and kisses your palm and your tears don’t cease. And with that, you leave. Leaving him standing in your old apartment.

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stay with me

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Prompts: 1. “Stay with me.” 31. “I can’t do this without you.” 33. “Let’s give these fuckers a show.” 39. “It hurts so fucking bad.”

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: language, blood, violence, fluff and angst

PLEASE READ: I haven’t mentioned anything in the fic but the idea is that instead of getting married Tilde and Eggsy broke things off after the events of the Golden Circle. The reader is the new Merlin who has been dating Eggsy for a couple of years

A/N: actually super proud of this one, so I hope you guys enjoy!

What the fuck were you thinking? You scolded yourself as you gazed up at the monstrous mansion from your seat in the limousine, its size dwarfing you, making you feel even smaller than you already did. How on earth were you going to pull this one off? 

The mission was supposed to be simple. Eggsy went undercover to gather intel, you hacked the location’s mainframe remotely from the Kingsman HQ, and together you would stop the bad guy from executing whatever diabolical plan they had dreamt up. Same as usual. You had hoped Eggsy would even be home in time to salvage your date night which had so rudely been delayed by William Bates, Kingsman’s latest Bad Guy To Beat. 

Unluckily for you, however, Bates was also a tech genius, that being how he made his fortune which he was now using to fund his evil masterminding. Which is why, instead of being able to hack his system remotely, as you normally did as Kingsman’s new Merlin, you were having to go undercover with your boyfriend to access his mainframe manually. With the power of coercion on your side, you should be able to get the biometric scans you need while Eggsy gathers the intel you need to shut down Bate’s boy’s club that are supposedly going to take control of the UK government. How exactly they thought they were going to do that, you didn’t know. All you knew was that your complete lack of field experience and minimal hours of training had not prepared you for this scenario at all. 

“You ready, love?” Eggsy asked you from his seat opposite you in the limo. His strong, unfaltering gaze grounded you, taking your brain away from the enormity of the mission at hand. 

You were two very capable agents. Eggsy especially. You had complete faith in him. But you knew, right now, you needed to be someone he could put his faith in. The mission comes first, you reminded yourself. So you exhaled slowly, putting your anxieties aside. “Let’s give these fuckers a show,” you smirked at him, referring to your cover.

His smirk in return was immediate. “That’s my girl.”

As soon as he opened the limo door, the Eggsy Unwin you knew was gone, replaced in the blink of an eye by billionaire, Robert Hudson, looking to buy into this boy’s club of Bates’. He helped you out of the limo and then you walked, arm in arm, up to the security guards posted at the grand double doors of Bates’ home, where he tonight was hosting his charity’s annual gala. A front for inducting rich, like-minded extremists into his little group. 

“Hudson, party of two,” Eggsy smiled politely at the guards, exuding confidence from his every pore. 

The security guard, a large bald man with an expressionless face, looked down at his tablet for all of two seconds before he looked up again, surveying the area. “Welcome, sir,” he said as he and the other guard moved in unison, opening a door each to grant you entrance to one of the most lavish scenes you had ever witnessed in person. 

You worked hard to keep the awe from your face, knowing Arabella Hudson should be well used to the kind of scene before her. Gorgeous gowns and bespoke suits littering the grand ballroom, framed by stunning floristry and lit by glittering chandeliers. Normally, you would grab the first flute of champagne you could find and make Eggsy twirl you around the dance floor to the sound of the live orchestra posted in the back corner of the room. But today, the two of you walked towards the sea of drab billionaires calmly and cooly, finding hands to shake, needing to identify the people who had the information and connections you required to get this mission rolling. 

It was over an hour of talking to various celebrities, politicians and the wealthiest members of society before your host, William Bates made an appearance. He made his way down the grand staircase carefully, extremely aware of the attention that his entrance had grabbed. He walked hand in hand with his husband, Thomas Bates, whose elegance and grace was so severe one might think he was actually floating down the marble steps. 

Inwardly, you rolled your eyes. What kind of a self-important prick thought he had to be fashionably late to his own event? Nevertheless, you plastered what you hoped was a bright smile on your face and joined the other guests in applauding the hosts as they made their entrance. 

“So,” Eggsy continued the conversation he was having with the middle aged Irish gentlemen beside him, who positively reeked of old money, “I assume he’s the man to talk to about this…” he paused, for effect, “gentlemen's club I’ve heard whisperings of.” 

The Irishman smiled slowly, understanding the meaning between the lines of his words. Eggsy had been working his usual magic to charm this oblivious pawn in Bates’ scheme, and he had very easily created the impression that he would be the kind of person to buy into whatever it was they were planning.

To your surprise, you seemed to be a natural at acting the part and aiding Eggsy in gaining the trust of the corrupt wealthy you were rubbing elbows with. Even Eggsy with his years of experience struggled to keep the admiration and pride out of his eyes as he watched you, nailing the undercover operation. 

“He sure is,” the Irishman confirmed, accent thick. “I’ll take you to see him myself. We could use more members like yourself,” he commented cryptically. 

That was how you found yourself, another hour later, approaching William Bates, the Irishman leading the way. “William, I’d like you to meet my new friend, Robert Hudson, and his gorgeous wife, Arabella.” 

“How do you do?” Bates greeted as he shook Eggsy’s hand. 

The two of you fawned over the magnificence of the gala, paying your respects to the host before the Irishman couldn’t help but interject in your small talk. “Will, I think Rob here is a prime candidate for your little side project.” 

“Well, if you keep bringing me great candidates it won’t be so little,” Bates jested cheesily, clearly trying to maintain a cover. 

“From what little I’ve heard of this project I developed a great interest. I’d love to be able to discuss it with you further and hopefully get involved,” Eggsy lied.

“That is just excellent,” a grin crept over Bates’ face, clearly eager to induct more extremists. “I’m not going to lie to you, I did a bit of reading up on you and I think you would be perfect.” You bit back a smile, the idiot had found the digital trail you had left for him to find Eggsy and contemplate him as a new recruit. “I’d actually love to discuss it now, if you don’t mind?” 

Eggsy cast his eyes down at you, feigning a questioning glance for permission. You gave him a reassuring smile and the smallest of nods. “That sounds great.” 

“Phenomenal! You two, follow me,” he began to turn, leading you out before Eggsy interjected. 

“I prefer not to involve my wife in business actually.”

My wife. For a split second, you forgot the extreme stakes of the situation you were in, so taken aback by what Eggsy had called you. Obviously, it was just for his cover. Nevertheless, there was a deep longing in your chest. You were quite sure you wanted nothing more from this life than to be Eggsy’s wife. To be with him for life. 

As quickly as the thought entered your mind, it went away, realising you were going to be on your own from here on out. Panic seeped through your chest, burning up within you. Despite your emotions, you maintained a neutral expression.

“Go enjoy the party, darling,” Eggsy spoke directly to you now. “I’m sure I won’t be long gone.” 

With that, he sent you one of his dazzling winks only you could see, and he followed Bates away from the party and down a heavily-guarded corridor. You were officially on your own. 

As discussed, you mingled for a while longer before you excuse yourself from the conversation you were in to go to the ladies. Your precaution in avoiding arising any form of suspicion by making your exit at the same time as Eggsy was largely unnecessary, seeing as the majority of the guests were far too intoxicated at this point to even take note of you. 

“Excuse me?” You approached one of the guards barricading the corridor Eggsy had just disappeared down. “I was wondering if you could show me the way to the bathroom?” As you spoke, you placed the faintest of touches to his arm, as though to grab his attention. In actual fact, you were placing a small clear patch on his bare skin, imperceptibly using concentrated, fast-acting toxins to make him extremely susceptible to charm. In less than twenty seconds, he would be doing whatever you asked of him. It was of your own design, and you were extremely proud of it, to say the least.

Within ten minutes, your big dopey security guard was placing his hand on the biometric scanner to open the control room, with two bodies at your feet. Not exactly ideal, but you didn’t have the time or the patience to patch up every guard you came across so the two guarding the door had to go. 

You didn’t even get a ruffle your skirt until the door to the control room opened, to reveal three men, two in charge of surveillance and two in charge of firing the many weapons Bates had hidden throughout the mansion to eliminate any threats. Clearly, this little team weren’t two quick on the uptake since none of them had managed to take up arms to defend your little raid of their workplace. 

“Shoot them, Ben!” You instructed your brand new personal bodyguard, as you fired your own weapon, concealed as your bedazzled clutch just as Eggsy’s gun was often concealed in a briefcase. 

Seeing you as the weaker link, the third of the men who was yet to be shot charged you, knocking you to the ground. “Oof!” You exclaimed, the wind completely knocked out of you. Without a single word from you, Ben had shot the man straight in the head, the toxin working it’s magic of instilling a sense of loyalty toward whoever was instructing them. 

You sucked in a deep breath from your place on the floor, the pain it brought already informing you that you may have a cracked rib or two. Ben offered his hand, which you took appreciatively. God you missed your office at HQ.

‘U ALRIGHT?’ Flashed across the display of your glasses, Eggsy having subtly typed the message out with his eyes from wherever he was, clearly having been watching your camera’s streaming.

“I’m fine, Galahad, just focus on your end of things,” you adopted your usual objective tone which Eggsy was so used to hearing from you on missions. 

You didn’t have to see him to know Eggsy was fighting off a scowl, hating when you referred to him by his code name. He liked to say he hated how professional you were when it came to your work life, but truly, he loved your unwavering passion and commitment to Kingsman. Even if that translated to you insisting on keeping your private and professional lives separate.

Eggsy, as he followed Bates through a series of secret doors, let out a breath he didn’t realise he had been holding as he heard you through the comms. He had faith in you and your abilities as a Kingsman, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t worried out of his mind with you in the field with him for the first time. 

“Alright, I’m in,” your voice rang out through the comms once more. “I’ve got your back, Galahad.” 

Your words filled him with a sense of ease as he walked closer and closer to what was possibly an extremely dangerous situation. He knew you would always be there to get him out of hot water when he needed it. 

“I know all this secrecy and security measures might seem a bit excessive, Robert, but what I’m about to tell you is highly sensitive information,” Bates began his spiel, completely oblivious to the fact that Eggsy’s glasses were recording everything he said. “As you probably know, up until a few years ago I was working on a political career of my own, using the influence I ascertained from my business’s success to try and make a difference in this country. I quickly learned that I was going to be able to change shit all. Too many right wing conservatives in my way voting down everything we tried to put forward,” he shook his head, Eggsy through his research identifying that he was clearly a man scorned by the oppression he had suffered as a gay man his whole life, absolutely desparate to make changes. “But then, just as I was about to give up, I was hit with the greatest inspiration there ever was,” a smile crept onto his face as he paused dramatically. “Valentine.” 

Eggsy sighed internally, wishing for the love of God that the influence of that man would just die out already. 

“To see someone come so close to changing the world for the better. That was… life changing,” there was a glimmer in Bates’ eye, which quickly disappeared as he continued on. “Obviously there were flaws in that plan, however. Leaving so many like minded people to die who would so clearly follow in his leadership. But the way he took action to make change. That was groundbreaking,” he smiled wide, looking to Eggsy now for some kind of input. 

“I agree completely,” Eggsy gave Bates what he was looking for. “But what action could we possibly take?” 

Somehow, the smile on Bates’ face grew even wider, mania spelt out all over his face. “I’m glad you asked,” he said, placing his hand upon the biometric scanner on the wall behind him. 

At first, Eggsy thought he was just looking at an empty room, but quickly realised he was entering an observation room as the wall made completely of glass around the corner came into view. On the other side of the two way mirror, was rows upon rows of beds in a warehouse sized room a flight of stairs below where they stood. Each bed was occupied, each occupant appearing to be deceased as they laid face up, completely still with their arms by their sides. The only indication that they were alive came from the machines hooked up to their brains, displaying their brain waves as they slept.

“It may not look like it, but you are looking at the greatest army in history,” Bates explained. “Each soldier you see here is dormant, their minds made, by my scientists, to be extremely pliant. Each one of them is awaiting programming, which will be sent directly to their brains through those computers,” he pointed to the brain monitors. “My programming will make them the most obedient, most highly trained soldiers alive within seconds. Ready to overthrow the government of the United Kingdom at a moment’s notice.”

“Already working on a reversal program,” you notified Eggsy through your comms, having discovered the information Bates was divulging through a quick skim of his files. 

“Who are they?” Eggsy questioned. 

“The homeless, the poor, the isolated. People that won’t be missed when they disappear. All right wing conservatives,” smugness oozed from Bates’ reply. “All the people who agree with those standing in the way of making the changes this world needs. LGBT rights. Climate change prevention. Free healthcare. And with more help from people like you, Robert, we won’t just be making these changes here, we can make them on a global scale. All you have to do is enter your money into the pool of funding and you too can be a part of our little, gentlemen’s club, as we like to call it.”

“A gentlemen’s club that rules the world, eh?” Eggsy joked.

“Precisely.” 

From your position in the control room, you snorted. “Great thanks for the complete confession, dickhead, that’s going to playback well in court,” you laughed quietly as you typed away, working at lightning speed to finish the program which would set Bates’ victims free of any control he had over them. 

The rest of the conversation became white noise to you as you worked furiously, knowing the time Eggsy was buying you by chatting with Bates and inquiring further into the logistics was limited. 

“Okay Galahad,” you spoke once more, ten minutes later, “the program is complete. I just need you to get Bates back to the party before I send the program to the computers so he doesn’t notice that anything has gone awry before the feds arrive.” 

“Why don’t we go back to the party and celebrate over a bottle of champagne? I’m sure your other guests are missing you,” you heard Eggsy follow you direction over the comms. 

For a moment, you couldn’t believe your luck. Your first field mission.  A taped confession. All of the offenders all piled into one gala, drunk out of their minds completely oblivious to the fact that they were ten minutes away from arrest. Enough evidence to prosecute them all ten times over already sent. 

Luck, of course, was not actually on your side. Little did you know, as you were patting yourself on the back prematurely, a guard was approaching the control room door to swap positions with one of the guards who now laid on the floor dead. In your haste to get to where you were needed most, behind the keyboard, you had forgotten to instruct Ben to clean up his mess. 

The lights throughout the entirety of the mansion flashed red as the guard raised the alarm. Through the surveillance screen to your right, you could see the people around Eggsy go on the offensive immediately. “Ben guard the door!” you screamed, needing to protect both yourself and Eggsy simultaneously.

As soon as you yelled out, the door to the control room was open and Eggsy was into action as he started to fight off the guards he was surrounded by in the most heavily guarded area of the entire building. Ben was scuffling with the guard who had called the code red behind you as you worked furiously to lock the door to the control room and bar anymore guards from interfering with you. At the same moment the door slammed shut, a gunshot rang out. 

Without thinking twice you grabbed your clutch-pistol, as Ben’s dead body fell to the floor with a thud. You were quick to turn and fire a shot straight between the man’s eyes. Just about as quick as he had been in shooting you straight through your abdomen. 

“Fuck!” you exclaimed, body curling inwards as you clutched the wound. 

“Merlin?” Eggsy questioned across the line, even as he fought off the guards from every side. 

You stared down at the crimson seeping through your dress, ears ringing with shock. 

“Merlin, I could really do with some back up right now!” Eggsy yelled across the comms, not having registered the meaning of the commotion on your end of the line. You said nothing in return, writing in pain in the chair which was quickly becoming soaked in your blood. “Y/N I can’t do this without you!” He spoke your true name, desperation evident in his voice.

His words struck something deep within you. Eggsy Unwin, the love of your life, needed you. No gunshot wound was going to stop you from saving him. You barely felt the pain as the adrenaline began to pump through your veins once more. Within seconds you have access to the guns hidden within the walls of the corridor Eggsy was in, and you were firing away at anyone who dared try and harm him. 

As soon as all immediate threats to Eggsy were eliminated, you moved onto the next largest threat. William Bates running for the hills to find the nearest computer so he could launch his program and have an army at his disposal. 

As he ran, you found the nearest gun in a corridor nearby and locked sights on your target. Bates crumpled to the ground with a tremendous scream as a bullet shattered his right knee cap. You smirked, despite yourself. 

You glanced back to the surveillance displaying the party where all the guests were convening. The alarm and red lights had ceased, and while some were sober enough to realise that they should be on their way before trouble arrived, the majority were so drunk they just continued as they were. Despite your slip up, most of the criminals would still be brought to justice immediately. 

So with what little energy was left in you, you hit send on the program you had just designed. Within thirty minutes they should regain consciousness, with their free will and identities still in tact. 

You slumped in your chair, breathing out a sigh of relief. The mission was complete.The world was safe. Most importantly to you Eggsy was safe. You watched as he approached Bates, propping him up against the wall, finishing the mission the way he loved most, rubbing salt in the wound with witty remarks. 

You smiled to yourself, forgetting everything but your love for Eggsy in that moment. That is, until you glanced down at your abdomen once more, remembering yourself and what exactly might be happening to you. 

“Eggsy,” your use of his first name grabbing his attention immediately as you spoke softly across the line. “Eggsy I’ve been hit.” 

With your words, Eggsy’s blood ran cold. No, he thought to himself, body kicking into gear before his brain did, turning and bolting back down the way he came. No no no no no.

A notification flashes across his glasses display that Kingsman’s personal medical team has been alerted and are on their way to the scene.

It doesn’t take him long to find you, remembering the route exactly from when he had been watching you to ensure you got to the control room safely. When he arrived, the door, to his dismay, was locked. 

“Babe!” He yells, voice so much more desperate than it was not ten minutes earlier when he had begged for your help. “Babe open the door!” 

The moment of silence between his plea and when the door opens seemed to stretch on for an age. Eggsy needing to get to you in this moment more than he thinks he’s needed anything in his entire life. The sight he’s met with seems to fill his lungs with ice. You, slumped in a chair, covered in your own blood. 

“Eggsy,” you cry, your fear finally catching up with you, allowing tears to leak from your eyes. 

He’s at your side in a second, ripping his jacket off and scrunching it into a ball to use to place pressure on the wound.

“Eggsy, it hurts so fucking bad,” you sob, overcome with the pain. 

Eggsy swears he feels his heart physically splitting in two, watching you in absolute agony with no power to stop it. The only power he had, was to hopefully take away some of your fear. “It’s all going to be okay, babe. The paramedics are on their way and they’re going to fix you up. They’ll make the pain stop, I promise.” 

As he consoles you he takes hold of your body and lowers you to the ground, allowing you to lie down and providing himself with better ability to slow the bleeding of your wound. The movement causes stars to dance before your eyes, and black dots start to cloud your vision. You shut your eyes, hoping to make it stop. 

“Hey, hey, hey. Stay with me now darling. You have to stay awake,” he tries to maintain a calm tone, knowing the last thing you needed from him right now was panic, no matter how strongly he felt it. 

“Why?” You ask, tears ceasing, head so groggy from blood loss you begin to lose sight of sense.

“Because,” Eggsy fights back tears, “I have a really important question to ask you. And if you go to sleep you won’t be able to give me an answer.” 

Neither of you take any note of the sound of the feds arriving, raiding the charity gala and arresting everyone on the list of names you had sent them. 

“Oh Eggsy…” you smile dreamily, blood loss officially making you delirious. “I think we both know my answer is a yes.” 

Eggsy allows a single tear to fall, the bitter-sweetness of the moment becoming too much for him. “Agent Galahad?” He hears one of Kingsman’s personal paramedics call from down the hall. 

“Hurry up!” He turns and screams in reply. 

When he turns back to you, your eyes are closed and your face is completely void of expression. 

“Y/N?” he asks, hoping for you to reopen your eyes. “Y/N!” he shouts, as you fail to do so. Your complete lack of response breaks down his walls, and he begins to sob over your body as the paramedics burst into the room. 

In a matter of seconds he is pushed away from you, a medic taking his place in putting pressure on the wound. Another medic, takes your pulse, checking to see if there was any life left in you. 

The world slows. An hour seems to pass before the medic says a word. Eggsy is sure that he’s lost you right up until the medic says, “She’s still with us,” giving everyone the go ahead to start work on you to make sure it stays that way. 

Naturally, the Kingsman paramedics were some of the best, so as quickly as they had arrived, they were taking you away, already starting work on a blood transfusion to make up for your severe blood loss. Anytime a Kingsman went on a mission, the medical team had plenty of the agents’ blood on standby, for situations exactly like these. Eggsy had lost too many agents in his time as a Kingsman, so when he and Harry worked to rebuild following the wrath of the Golden Circle, he ensured there were as many safety nets available possible. 

Even as they moved through the chaos that the gala had become, guests being arrested everywhere, the medical team continued their work on you. Eggsy was pushing the stretcher himself, ensuring you were getting as much attention as humanly possible. Sadly, there was only so much they could do until they got you into surgery. 

Before he knew it, Eggsy was loading you into a medical truck and being instructed to sit in the front seat. Away from you. 

“Bullshit-” he began, before he was quickly interrupted. 

“We need the room, Galahad. Do you want to waste precious moments arguing or let us save your girl?” One of the lead medics snapped.

Without a word, Eggsy jogged up to the front seat of the truck and got in. He sat for a moment, fist quickly finding its way into his mouth to stop himself from crying again. Swiftly, he chose to channel his emotion into anger instead. 

“Fuck!” he yelled, removing his fist from his mouth and smashing it onto the dash. 

He should have never left you in the field alone. He should have asked another agent to come to protect you. To ensure nothing like this happened to you. He made the wrong call and he knew it. 

Now, he had no idea what was going on with you. He couldn’t hear a sound coming from behind him over the sound of the siren wailing, ensuring they had the fastest path possible. Your heart could have stopped mere inches behind him and he would have no idea until he stepped out of the truck. 

This thought stuck in his mind, ricocheting around through his brain up until the moment he stepped out of the truck again, scared to death of what might have happened to you in the mere minutes since he last saw you. When he did see you, it was like coming up for air after being underwater for too long. Immense relief. You were still alive. You were still with him. 

But then, all too soon, you were gone again. Swept away to a private room for surgery, leaving Eggsy alone in an empty corridor. The second you disappeared behind the doorway, Eggsy fell to his knees, drained. He had asked to go into the room with you, but one of the medics had quickly replied, “Yeah because having your patient’s boyfriend doesn’t add any pressure when you’re performing surgery.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m her fiance actually,” he mumbled to the closed door.

It was the longest night of Eggsy Unwin’s life, as he sat there in the hall, awaiting either the best news of his life or the worst. It was an hour before Harry arrived, offering him a hug, which, for the first time in Eggsy’s life brought him no comfort whatsoever. Harry brought with him a couple of chairs, and a glass of water, Eggsy not realising how much he needed it until he had downed it in two gulps. 

There were few words spoken between the two men. Harry knowing nothing he could say would be of any help to Eggsy in this moment. Nothing would save him from the dark thoughts he was drowning in, picturing a life without you in it. All he could do for him, and for you, was be there. 

By the time the head surgeon stepped out three hours later, Eggsy felt as if he had aged a decade. Nevertheless, he was quick to jump to his feet, eager for information. 

“Merlin’s surgery has gone well,” he said, removing the weight of the world from Eggsy’s shoulders. He lifted his hand to his mouth, tears of joy springing to his eyes immediately. “There was a bit of internal damage, but luckily nothing to her major organs. We’ve managed to stop all internal bleeding. From here on out, it’s just about avoiding infection and ensuring she heals properly.” 

“Can I see her?” Eggsy asked, eyes glistening with hope in addition to the tears. 

“Of course,” the surgeon stepped aside, allowing Eggsy through. “She should wake up in the next thirty minutes.”

Eggsy stepped forward, towards the door before stopping in his tracks. He turned and wrapped his arms around the surgeon,whom he had met all of three times, hugging him tight. “Thank you so much,” he spoke, patting him on the back before pulling back. 

Much to the surprise of all men present, Eggsy started to jog down the hall, away from the girl he had been dying to see for hours. 

“Eggsy where are you going?” Harry called after him. 

“I have to grab something before I see her, I’ll explain later!” Eggsy called back, joy finally making its way back into his voice. 

The first thing you became aware of, as the effects of the anaesthesia wore off, was the feeling of two warm hands holding your left one. Before you were even fully conscious, the first thought to enter your head was that Eggsy was here. The knowledge filled you with a sense of ease as your eyes fluttered open, as though you were awaking from a pleasant nap and not a major surgery. 

Your eyes met Eggsy’s instantly, as though a magnetic force made it so. “There’s my girl,” his smile reached his tired eyes. 

“Hey handsome,” you croaked, taking in his appearance. Hair disheveled, still wearing his blood splattered suit (minus the jacket, of course), glasses tucked away in his pocket. Although he looked like an absolute mess, he still looked happy, riding on the high that the good news about your health had brought. 

“Oh my days. You gave me quite the scare there babe,” he forced a laugh, trying to conceal the trauma he had suffered through in not knowing whether or not you were going to make it. 

“I’m sorry,” you spoke softly, not buying into his attempt at a cover up and feeling the guilt more sharply than the wound. 

“You have nothing to apologise for,” he reached forward with his left hand, stroking your hair, knowing all too well just how much comfort it brought you. “Do you remember what happened?”

“I’m not sure, did anything happen after I said I would marry you?” You feigned genuity in your line of questioning. 

His mouth dropped open in shock at your words. “I don’t quite remember asking!” He struggled to hold back laughter at your antics. 

“Then ask,” you challenge. 

“Well,” he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a little red velvet box, “good thing I grabbed this before you woke up.” He opened the box, revealing the gold ring you would recognise anywhere. 

“Oh Eggsy…” you breathed out, gobsmacked at the magnitude of the gesture, “is that…?”

“The ring my dad proposed to my mum with? Yeah, yeah it is,” he smiled, “I asked her for it a couple weeks ago. Last night’s cancelled date night had been when I was planning on proposing.”

You placed your hand over your mouth, trying to contain the smile threatening to take over your entire face.

“But here we are instead. So, Y/N Y/L/N, my best friend and the love of my life, will you marry me?” He grinned, clearly already knowing your answer.

You removed your hand from your mouth to give him your answer for the second time that evening. “Eggsy Unwin of course I will marry you,” a tear slipped from your eye.

Somehow, he grinned even wider, taking your answer as permission to slip the ring onto your finger. Kissing your hand as the ring slid perfectly into place. 

“Well, darling, let my first act as your fiance be telling you that you are never going on a field mission again,” Eggsy joked.

“I really wish you would just kiss me instead,” you raised an eyebrow at him. 

“I can do that too.”

[thethoughtsfromthreeam]

California

Pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x OC

Warnings: Mentions of torture, angst, hope

A/N:  My state is on lockdown, so while I’m going into the office to prep my site for three weeks of isolation, I figured I’d get this out today earlier than usual so no one is waiting too long.

And I can’t believe the number of people who have followed this blog in the last week or so (has it only been that long?) and the people who are liking the posts.  Y’all know how to make a girl feel good. :)

Reminder: I haven’t seen Kingsman: The Golden Circle, so I’m just using the Wikia, IMDB.com, some gifs, and my own weird ass brain to make up this whole ass story.

Tag List:  @zeldasayer , @romanticgumchewer, @tarrevizslas , @coolmaybelateruniverse , @the-feckless-wonder, @lavenderl3mons , @pascalisthepunkest [please message me to be added or subtracted]

[PART 1]  [PART 2]  [PART 3]  [PART 4]  [PART 5]

Part 6

Homeward Bound

As the plane flew back towards Kentucky, the quiet that permeated its cabin was nearly stifling.  Agents sat throughout the plane lost in thought, but all were facing the same direction.  In the back of the plane, a motionless body lay under the covers on a makeshift bed. And every single person prayed that they made it back to Kentucky soon.

---***---

As darkness gripped Sacramento, Champ gave the signal.  The agents quietly surrounded the building and let themselves in.  Leading the pack, Champ and Tequila had their guns drawn and Jack had his lasso ready. The remaining agents drew their weapons before stepping inside. After the all clear was given, bodies fanned out through the building.  The three men took a quick pause to look at each other and with silent nods, they split up. Champ to the right, Tequila to the left, and Jack straight ahead.  He was going for Sirah and god save anyone who crossed his path this night.

Soon the sound of gun fire rang out through the building and shouts could be heard.  Despite feeling as if he should help his fellow agents as the sounds got louder and faster, Jack never strayed his course and soon he found himself on the third story of the building.  He investigated every room but found each one empty.  His gut roiled as he turned up nothing time and time again.  Then at the end of the hall, he opened the door and there she was. He dropped to his knees.

As she sat on the floor, arms shackled to the wall, Sirah look dead to Jack. Her head lolled to the side, but he could see her face grotesquely swollen from the repeated beatings she received.  She looked nearly naked in just her tee shirt and underwear, both soaked through with blood. He could see parts of her body horribly scarred from burns sustained in the explosion, and her entire body looked as if was one giant bruise.

He crawled over to her, whispering ‘no’ over and over like a prayer. She had to be alive, he needed her to be alive.  Hear her voice, her laughter every day.  When he reached her, he drew a shaky breath and touched her.  To his immense relief she was warm.

“Sirah. . .”  he called out in a low voice, not wanting to startle her.  “Sirah!”

She didn’t move, but he could see her breathing.  He touched her gently and shook her.  He called her name again and when she didn’t move, he took a risk. He looked around to make sure they were alone.

“Marigold, wake up.”  He whispered her name, her real name.  Their own secret that they carried between the two of them.  Statesmen used code names to protect agents and their families, and while Jack liked to buck tradition, the unspoken rule of code name only ruled the organization.  But one night, as the two laid side by side staring at the stars from the roof of a Statesmen outpost, she told him.  It was the most intimate moment they experience and from then on, everything changed for them.

“Marigold, please, baby, I need you to wake up.”  His voice caught but she stirred and groaned a bit in response. He closed his eyes briefly before opening them again.

“Jack?”

“Marigold, I’m here my love.”

“Jack.”  Her head hung back down. “Just five more minutes, I promise I’ll get up then.”

He couldn’t stop the small smile at her joke, but knew he had to get her out there fast.  He ran back to the hallway and saw Agent Saki at the end.  He shouted towards the young man, who turned and yelled further down the hall.  A host of feet came running, led by Champ.

When the agents entered the room, they all stopped at the sight.  The horror couldn’t be contained and when someone saw Tequila coming down the hall, Champ ran out to stop him.  It was bad enough Jack had to find her; Tequila may never recover if he saw her the way she was.  He convinced the agent to go get their medic crew and he turned back to the room.

Champ and Jack unlocked her shackles thanks to a set of keys found in a spare office by one of the West Coast agents.  Her arms dropped and she slumped over onto Jack’s chest, groaning. She looked terrible and both men were afraid to pick her up.  Thankfully, the medics came in with a transport board and carefully pulled her onto it.  They worked quickly to stabilize her before she was hoisted off the ground by several agents.  Three to a side.

Jack wasn’t a superstitious man, but as he watched them carry her out, he couldn’t help but to think he was watching a funeral.  A hand landed on his shoulder and he looked over at Champ. The sadness in the older man’s eyes was devastating and they looked at each other for a long time before stepping out of the room.

---***---

Once they arrived back in Kentucky, Sirah was whisked away to the medic bay with Ginger on the heels of the med team.  The junior agents were sent back to their apartments and the three senior agents stood in the foyer of HQ.  For a long time, no one said anything or moved.  The West Coast branch descended on the Sacramento site after the rescue to contain the scene and Champ gladly let them take the lead on the case for the time being.  None of his agents were going to be able to handle this right now

The men eventually moved upstairs and on the third floor, they found Ginger sitting in the small waiting room of the medic bay.  Her eyes were dull, and her arms were wrapped around her body, as if she was trying to warm herself from some cold no one else could feel.

Soon after, the doctor walked out into the waiting room. Known as Dr. Licuados, the older gentleman looked exhausted as he sat down before looking at everyone.  They waited with bated breath.

“She’ll live,” he said.  “But she has a long road to recovery.  She’s got second and third degree burns across most of her back, arms, legs, and neck, all from the explosion.  If we didn’t find her in time, the infection from that alone would have killed her. She has contusions all over her face and body.  Shallow cuts all over her chest and upper arms produced most of the blood she was covered in.  Her hip and three ribs are broken while her jaw and her left hand have hairline fractures. She has other burns as if from a cigarette or some other source and she’s dehydrated as hell.”

Champ cleared his throat and asked the question everyone was wondering, “Doctor, was she. . .”

Licuados raised a hand and stopped him.

“No. We haven’t found any evidence of that.”  The relief was palpable in the room.

“When can we see her?” Asked Tequila.  He had been the quietest since they boarded the plane in California.  It almost startled everyone when he spoke.

“We’re getting ready to wheel her into surgery right now to fix the broken hip and reinforce the ribs.  It will be several hours before she’ll be out of surgery, but I’ll ask the nurses to wait so you can come in before she goes under.”  He got up and squeezed Ginger’s knee before shaking Champ’s hand.  He walked back through the doors and several long minutes passed before a nurse waved them back to the holding bay.  There in the bed lied Sirah, unconscious and to her friends, she almost looked dead.

Each of the agents took time to hold her hand or to touch her face as gently as they could.  Each whispered their love into her ear and stepped out when the next agent went to do the same.  As Ginger left the bay last, they stood in the hallway looking at each other.  The nurses came for Sirah and wheeled her bed towards the operating room.  Champ spoke only when the door closed behind the party.

“As much as I know we all want to be here, it’s been a long twenty-four hours and I need you all go back to your apartments and get some rest. She’ll be in surgery for hours and it’s not event certain when she’ll wake up afterwards.  I need you all fresh tomorrow so we can find this son of a bitch.” The three remaining agents nodded their agreement, and all moved out of the med bay.

But none of them went to sleep that night.  It wouldn’t come to some and to others, it softly taunted them with visions of death and decay when they tried.  Exhausted, Champ entered his apartment and walked straight to the bedroom, where his wife was awake and waiting for him.  He sighed as he stripped himself of his work clothes and set his gun on the dresser.  When he turned, she opened her arms to him, and he crawled across their bed and laid his head on her stomach.  As she ran her fingers through his hair, he curled his arm around her waist and cried until there was nothing left in him.

Two stories up, Tequila and Ginger laid in his bed, holding each other as they cried.  Sobs raked Tequila and Ginger was certain she had an endless well of tears.  His grip on her hand was hard, but she welcomed the pain because it made her feel alive, the total opposite of the deathly cold that settled in her chest earlier in the evening.  Throughout the night, the crying jags continued between bouts of fitful sleep that brought no relief to the two friends who hurt so much.

Jack walked into his office and closed the door behind him.   Through his office window, one could see the sky brightening in the east, heralding the dawn of a new day.  But he never saw it as he held his head in his hands and sobbed until his throat was raw.  When his energy gave out, he sank to his knees and dropped his head to the floor. The cool tile almost stung against his hot forehead, but it did little to help.  He stayed like that for hours, rocking back and forth praying that the woman he loved would come back to him.

[whenrockwasyoung19]

Thoughts after the Golden Globes -Elton and Bernie just carved out a path to Oscar gold. I think Bernie stating that this is the first award they won together will excite awards voters and will probably get them the win. 

-now that Think I’m Gonna Love Me Again is a lock for a nomination, we’re going to get to see Taron sing with Elton on the Oscars stage 

-After a hostless Oscars last year and a hostless Emmy’s this year, Ricky reminded me why we need a host. Funny or offensive, he was able to give the show momentum and maintain it. Without a host, the start of the show feels awkward and slow. 

-Ricky wasn’t as mean as I thought he was going to be. He largely avoided picking on the people in the room which was a change for him. I think that either better as it wasn’t as uncomfortable.

-Ricky will be back. I’d bet on it. He just has too much fun making people squirm. -lots of politics but that’s not too surprising. My favorite political moments were Michelle Williams speech and Russell Crowe’s message. 

-Brad Pitt ending his speech telling people to be kind was the kind of positive messaging I like. 

-Tom Hanks should teach a master class or just straight up a film class. The man knows his techniques. 

-Ellen’s speech was perfect. I do think it’s amazing that the second person to win the Carol Burnett Award is a queer woman. 

-Ellen talking about her “husband Mark” and her “two kids” had me dying. But I also like that she added that “the reason y’all are laughing is because you know me so well”, and that’s so true. 

-The fashion was just ok. I thought most people looked pretty but few were really trying to turn a look. I did think Saorsie Ronan looked fire and Renee Zellwigger had such a simple but divine look. Of course the fashion moment of the night was Billy Porter. 

-Every time the camera cut to the Elton table, I looked for Taron, but he was often blocked, not in frame, or missing. 

-Taron going ape when Elton won was so adorable and sweet. He really is a loyal friend and great cheerleader to his mates.

-Elton and Bernie’s acceptance speech was very nice. I thought giving a shoutout to Taron was lovely. When the camera pointed to him I got so excited. 

-I forgot to mention that Elton also turned a look. The embroidery on the jacket, the puffy sleeves, the big broach, it was simple but elegant and a little bold. It felt authentically Elton. I also thought David looked very dapper. I think the embroidery on his suit was gorgeous. They were probably the best dressed couple of the night tbh. 

-Elton and Bernie getting a standing ovation just to introduce a clip shows what legends they are.

-Leo looked happy for Taron, so I’m guessing there will be no sad Leo memes.

-Roman Griffin Davis looked happy for Taron as well, and I was relieved because you gotta feel bad when a young kid loses like that, and you just hope they’re not crushed, but he seemed happy, so I’m relieved. 

-Word is that Roman Griffin Davis’s suit was inspired by Eggy’s suit in Kingsman Golden Circle. I’m not sure if that’s totally true, but if so that’s awesome! If so, it must’ve been awesome for him to get a special shoutout from Eggsy himself. Also, he had a fashion moment himself. Like that suit was perfectly tailored. He honestly took more of a fashion risk at 10 years old than 90% of the people in that room, and I’ve got to respect that. 

-Okay, I’ve held back long enough; it’s time to talk about Taron. 

-So, TARON WON A FREAKING GOLDEN GLOBE! I was so worried it wasn’t going to happen. I was literally on edge the whole night, and when the announcer said the award for best actor in a musical/comedy was coming up, I was so freaking nervous. Literally, when Chris Evans and Scarlett Johansson started their presentation, my heart was racing. I couldn’t even stay on the couch. I had to crouch on the floor, because I was so anxious. And when they said the nominees, and they said Eddie Murphy’s name, I was like THIS IS IT WHO LIVES OR DIES WHO TELLS OUR STORY. Then, there was that little pause before Chris Evans read the name. Every time I’m anticipating an award, when the presenter does that little pause, in my head I’ll say the person who I want to win/think will win and try to will it into existence. This time, I was like “taron egerton” in my little brain thinking that Chris was about to say Eddie Murphy. Then, I heard a “tar” and I lost my shit. At this point, I am sitting on my living room floor inches from the TV. I screamed so loud, and started applauding. I was so freaking excited. But there was definitely this weird feeling of disbelief in my brain. I had so readied myself for him to lose that I couldn’t even process the fact that he’d won. So, when it panned to him, it was like this weird reassurance that yes, Taron in fact won. So, watching him approach the stage looking flabbergasted, I was so just excited and emotional. But it didn’t really hit me that Taron had just one a Golden Globe until he was standing on stage holding the award and starting his acceptance speech. That’s when I let out a second even louder scream. And then, the more it sank in that he actually won (and that everything I hoped this night would be had come to fruition) I burst into tears. I literally sat on my living room floor crying over this man who I didn’t even really know anything about a year ago. It was so surreal but in the best way. I could not have been more excited for him. 

-Taron’s speech was PHENOMENAL. A commentator from Gold Derby, in their post-show recap, declared it one of the best speeches of the night, and like yeah it totally was. His speech was humble, gracious, and just the right amount of sweet. He came off as so surprised, overwhelmed, and overjoyed to win. It was so refreshing after a night where so many people who won seemed like they totally expected it and weren’t all that floored by it. So, to have Taron go up there, his voice all shaky, be totally blown away felt all the more genuine and even needed. He did the typical thing of acknowledging the other people in his category. I thought he had some kind words for the others. I also thought it was so sweet to give a special shoutout to Roman. It was so sweet. I also think it’s amazing that he managed to thank just about every person he was obligated to thank (except for poor Emily, but we’ll let that slide). He thanked his costars, Dexter, Giles Martin, the producers, his team, and the team at Paramount and managed to have something nice to say about most of them. And of course, he gave a very special shoutout to Elton and Bernie. I thought his message to Elton was touching and sweet. Again, he came off as so gracious and humble. Lastly, he gave a special thank you to his mom (which was so lovely). I think the fact that he managed to thank everyone and to do so with such genuine gratitude made it one of the best speeches. It was the type of speech that reminds you why we have to sit through these speeches. 

-It shouldn’t surprise any of us that Taron is amazing at award show speeches. The guy is made of gratitude and humility, so the fact that he showed that off in his little moment shouldn’t be surprising, but yet I was still floored by it. It was just that good. 

-Not to go all cynical analyst or anything, but a speech like that can push him further in the Oscar race. Oscar voters love a good speech, so simply having a memorable speech that people get behind is already a big plus. But also, I think the fact that his speech was so gracious and humble also helps. Oscar voters love a bit of humility and gratitude. So, I think that can carry him far. In fact, I believe his attitude has already carried him quite far in this business along with his talent. But I digress. 

-What I did not anticipate when I conceived of our boy winning was just how much post-show content we were going to get. Last night, I stayed up till all hours looking at the interviews from a variety of big entertainment outlets. It was amazing to see Taron so overjoyed and thankful. I could tell before the awards that he was a little nervous (I’ll get to that in a bit), so it was great to see him so happy and elated. 

-Bringing his sisters along to the Hollywood Reporter interview was adorable. If you didn’t see it, Taron held Mari while Rosie stood at his side holding his Globe during the interview. They were being so polite and so shy; it was cute. Plus, he gave them each a little kiss towards the end of the interview. So precious. 

-My god he did a lot of interviews in a short time span. He somehow had momentum through a marathon of interviews.

[onlycags]

Older Actor Jealousy | Çağlar Söyüncü

Request: Hello my beautiful girl ❤️ How about you haven’t had sex with cags for a while and he gets a bit jealous because you’re always talking about one actor and watch all the movies he’s in (I’m into Oscar Isaac and Pedro Pascal at the moment ahahaha) and cags is a annoyed but then he shows you who you belong to 👀👀👀

- - -

First it was Tom Hardy, but Çağlar had brushed it off - he knew he had more ink than Hardy and he could take Hardy in a fight. But your attraction had faded and you’d moved on.

Çağlar hadn’t ever really been too worried when you’d developed crushes on actors. He was secure in his masculinity and in your relationship, but as time went on, that surety was fading. The two of you had been quite busy with your personal lives lately and hadn’t been devoting as much time to each other and your relationship as you had been when you’d first started dating.

When you finally did get to see each other, you’d suggested a movie night. You’d already watched Kingsman: The Secret Service movie and now you were on to Kingsman: The Golden Circle.

“Ooh, I love this one!” You exclaimed as you cuddled up into Çağlar.  “Pedro Pascal is so hot!”

From then on, Çağlar made a noise in the back of his throat every time Whiskey appeared on-screen. You overlooked it the first few times, but halfway through the movie, you were getting upset.

“What the hell?” You asked, sitting up and pausing the movie.

“Nothing,” Çağlar replied, reaching for the remote. “Just play the movie.”

“No! I’m not pressing play until you tell me what’s going on.”

Çağlar sighed, rolling his eyes. “I just don’t know what you see in that guy,” he muttered.

“Who? Pedro Pascal - he’s hot! What’s not to love?”

Çağlar’s eyes flashed at the word ‘love’. “Well, if he’s so much better than me, why don’t you fly out to America and sit on his face?” You didn’t miss the jealousy in Çağlar’s tone, and you knew you’d pushed him too far.

“Sorry,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes. “It’s not like I’d do anything anyway - I just like having the fantasy.”

“How’s this for fantasy?” Çağlar growled as he pinned you down, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss that left you breathless.

The two of you hadn’t had sex in at least a month and his touch ignited a fire inside of you that you had almost forgotten about.

“Think Pascal can fuck you like I can, huh?” He murmured, kissing his way down your body.

“N-no, Sir!” You answered, your fingers threading in his hair as he tore off your shorts and panties. All thought left your mind when he kissed your inner thighs, spreading your legs so he could feast on  your pussy. Çağlar knew just where to lick and suck to get you off quickly, but tonight he wanted to tease. Just as you were about to cum, he stopped sucking your clit and instead landed a harsh slap to your pussy, making you cry out.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” He asked, his eyes boring into yours. When you didn’t answer quickly, he slapped you again.

“Y-you!” You gasped, arching your back.

Another slap. “You sure it doesn’t belong to one of those actors you wanna fuck?” He asked, watching your pussy lips swell while delivering another smack to the sensitive flesh.

“No! I-it’s y-yours, Sir!” You were so over-stimulated and on-edge you wanted to cum but you knew that was a long way off.

“Good girl,” Çağlar praised, sliding two fingers into your pussy, angling them to hit your g-spot just right. He loved watching you squirm and beg for him to let you cum. You whimpered as he sucked on your clit again. “Does my pussy wanna cum?” He teased, adding a third finger to your dripping cunt.

“Yes, Sir! Please!” You begged, desperate for release.

Çağlar pulled his fingers out of you just as your walls started to spasm around him, quickly replacing them with his cock. He kissed you to drown out your moans as he thrust into you. “Who - do - you - belong - to?” He asked, thrusting into you with each word.

“You, Sir!” You cried out, your nails raking down his back, leaving scratches in the lion’s mane. “Only you!”

“Cum for me,” Çağlar ordered, his fingers on your clit to push you over the edge. “Good girl.”

You screamed his name as you came around his cock, Çağlar’s own orgasm pushing you right into a second one.

“Still think Pedro Pascal can fuck you like that?” He asked, panting as he caught his breath.

“What happens if I say yes?” You replied, a teasing glint in your eyes.

Çağlar quirked an eyebrow at you. “Only one way to find out.”

The affirmative word had barely left your lips when Çağlar pulled you over his lap, ready to punish your ass and follow it up with as many orgasms as you could handle before passing out.

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WIP List

**This is just to show you guys what pops up into my head and what I plan on working on. I’ve got all of the requests up until today. I’m excited for all of these just need to get cracking on my keyboard!**

Fallin’ All In You Side Pieces: So many planned!

Stiles x Reader Series: In Love With Someone Else 7 parts. Angsty Romance. In Progress!!

Blue Jones x Innocent!Reader Series: He’s a club owner and she shows up at his club for one of her friend’s bachelorette parties. She is enchanted by the dancers at his club and when Blue sees her he knows he has to have her as his own. Smut insues.

Poe Dameron x Prisoner!Reader Series: Poe is captured by the First Order and is thrown in a cell. While he’s there he befriends a fellow prisoner that he can’t see but they talk all the time to distract themselves from being captured. When Finn and Rey come to save him Poe sees the Reader and is unable to save her as the First Order is coming but she tells him it’s okay. She’ll see him again.

Whiskey x Readers Series: Whiskey and Reader have a relationship like Roz and Mike Wazoski from Monster’s Inc. Reader is constantly hounding him for his reports that he keeps turning in late which puts her in a bind with her surperiors. Whiskey keeps dodging her and she finally gets fed up and slams him against the wall in the hallway and threatens him. Whiskey is shook and suddenly he’s like a puppy dog tailing her trying to get on her good side. Reader is confused now and is exasperated with the underfoot agent.

Stiles x Reader Series: Operation Open Their Eyes. 9 parts. The pack can see that Stiles and Reader are head over heels for each other but they can’t see it. So the pack decides that they’re going to help them see it.

Whiskey x British!Reader Series: Sex around the globe. Whiskey and Reader have been working on taking down an international terrorist group that has multiple locations and along the way things get a little heated between the two. Places they hit UK (England), Wales, Ireland, Australia, Hawaii, Kentucky/New York.

Whiskey x Reader Series: Inspired by The Mummy. Whiskey is O’Connell and Tequila is Jonathan.

Whiskey x Reader Series: Tangled inspired. Whiskey is sent on a mission to retrieve “something precious” from a secluded island. Only to come find out that this “something precious” is actually a woman who has never been off the island since she was captured by the baddie. Whiskey has to get her back home and it’s a long trek and he slowly falls in love with her during it.

Whiskey x Reader AU Series: Whiskey is a single dad who lives in your neighborhood. You're kinda like a community leader and are always looking for everyone, i.e. always doing grocery runs for the elderly neighbors, cooking freezer meals for the tired work moms, mowing your neighbors lawn while they're away on vacation. So when Whiskey puts out an ad for a babysitter for his 8year old daughter you answer it and offer to babysit while he goes away on business trips. His daughter slowly warms up to you and Whiskey easily becomes smitten because his daughter likes you. He tries to get close to you but you only let him so far because you're worried he'll be like your ex husband and only want you bc you take care of his kid.

Tequila x Reader Series: Tequila starts a relationship with a woman and when it gets serious he makes the decision to tell her about his career choice. Only problem being is that she doesn’t believe him! Just a cute little series of the times that Tequila tries to get her to believe him and the time she finally does believe him.

Raymond Smith x Reader Series:  Reader is American and begins working for Rosalyn at the garage. Rosalyn likes her so much that she promotes the reader fairly quickly to become her admin assistant. When she finds out from the reader that she's being harassed on her way home she tells Mickey and Mickey sends Ray. Ray comes across the reader yelling at the toddlers as Ernie is on the ground in pain bc she maced him. Ray is shocked and impressed and the reader almost maces him too but she stops when he tells her he knows her boss.

Rewrite of Golden Circle: Using Wip’s as chapters. Do it like a choose your own path series. Reader is a medic.

Catfish x Reader: Song fic “Love me like you” – Little Mix. Reader is babysitting Rosalita for Frankie while he runs errands. When he comes homes he finds you dancing and singing with Rosalita in your arms and he just stands there watching before coming to join you two.

Catfish x Reader: Song fic “Bullet in a gun” –Imagine Dragons. Catfish thinks of you when he’s out on a camping trip with the boys. He thinks about you watching Rosalita back at his place. He thinks about how easy it is with you in his life now. Pope looks over and sees him deep in thought and pulls him back asking if he’s ok. Catfish says yeah and that he’s just thinking about his girls. Ben teases him by making kissing noises and they all chuckle after Will hits Ben.

Stiles x Reader: Song fic “Invisible” –Taylor Swift. Reader POV as she watches Stiles fawn over Lydia. Scott holds her as it gets too much one day and is just close to make sure she’s ok. Stiles notices and asks what’s wrong but the Reader refuses to tell him and Scott won’t say anything either. Then Lydia walks by and Stiles is back to fawning over her making the reader cry.

Marcus Pike x Reader: Song Fic “Lightning” – Little Mix. The reader watches Marcus flirt with Lisbon. Super sad.

Isaac Lahey x Reader: “Lightning” –Little Mix. Scott’s POV. Reader is Isaac’s best friend (even before he was bitten) and Scott hears her heartbeat whenever she’s around Isaac, whenever she sees Isaac with Allison, whenever Stiles teases/messes with Isaac. Scott talks to the reader about it and she confesses that she’s in love with Isaac and that she’s coming to terms with not being as important to Isaac. Isaac overhears and is devastated because he saw Scott comfort the reader.

Fic Request: Choose your own adventure type fic. Tequila x Reader/Whiskey x Reader. The boys are crushing on the reader and decide they are both going to take reader out on dates to see who she chooses.

Fic Request: Whiskey x Reader. Whiskey has a crush on reader who is into pop culture which he knows nothing about or very little. So he asks Tequila for help and he teaches Whiskey all about Pop culture.

Fic Request: Whiskey x Reader. Whiskey is crushing on reader and tries to flirt with her but she brushes him off and he’s thrown for a loop. He asks Tequila about her. So when he’s got more info on her he tries again.

Song Fic: “I found you” Andy Grammer. Stiles x Reader.

Stiles x Reader Song Fic: “Story of us” Taylor Swift Stiles and the Reader’s relationship broke down because he kept trying to hide the supernatural from her and when Theo came he told her everything to hopefully get her on his side. The two of them are at a party after being broken up for a little bit and he’s standing there with Scott, Lydia, Malia, Liam, Mason, Peyton and Kira. The reader is standing with some of her friends when she spots Stiles and he’s staring at her as Lydia tries to talk to him. The reader gets upset and walks out of the party to get some fresh air. Stiles follows her and asks her how she is and she scoffs angrily at him asking if he’s asking cuz he feels guilty or because he actually cares. They argue and the two of them burst out saying that they’re still in love with each other. When they both stare at each other with wide eyes they lunge at each other and begin kissing. Stiles apologizes through kisses and the reader reassures him telling him to shut up and that she loves hi

Fic Request: Statesman x Reader. Agent has to go undercover for a big baking competition as a pro pastry chef. For research she starts baking and researching recipes. Tequila gets all up in this by declaring weekly baking nights for research! He helps research recipes and helps with the baking part. Whiskey and Ginger hear about this and everyone gets roped in somehow either with ideas for recipes and how to stand out, taste testings, etc.

Fic Request: Whiskey x British!Reader. She transfers to Statesman and needs a place to stay. Ginger is helping her with house hunting but when Whiskey hears that she needs a place ASAP he offers for her to stay with him since he’s got a large ranch. They become roommates and she just never leaves. Whiskey has NO problem with this.

Fic Request: Whiskey x Reader. Treasure hunt where Whiskey’s the treasure! Reader is big into puzzles and is a bit like Riley from National Treasure. She gets stumped a little bit on one clue but when she finally figures it out and gets to Whiskey she’s sarcastic and a little frazzled. In her state she doesn’t think and just grabs him and plants one on him. Could possibly be a training exercise??

Fic Request: Whiskey x Genius!Reader. “Sucker” – Jonas Bros. Whiskey is assigned to protect the reader. In the briefing there’s no picture to protect her identity and Whiskey immediately assumes that she’s just a nerd with coke bottle glasses. When he sees her she’s nothing like how he pictured, she’s got glasses but that’s all that’s shared from his assumption. Whiskey is weak.

Fic Request: Whiskey x Kingsman!Reader. After being on assignment with Reader as a married couple Whiskey caves into the attraction he has with the reader and they blow each other’s minds. This happens just as the assignment is ending. She’s on a plane back to England and when Whiskey tries to stop it he’s too late! A month later Kingsman throw a celebratory black tie event to celebrate their work and when Whiskey sees her again he’s over come with need and desire. She’s working the room easily and he’s brooding until she comes over to him with a sweet soft smile. Whiskey takes no time in telling her that he’s thought of nothing but her since she’s left and that he tried to stop her. She confesses that she’s done the same and that she’s put in a transfer for the NY office to try and reconnect with him. Whiskey sneaks her away from the party before their commemorative speech happens (Eggsy has to give their regrets for not being there while Tequila laughs.). SMUT

Fic Request: Whiskey x Medic!Reader. Whiskey’s heard the rumors about the new Head of Medical Department and how she’s as competent as she is gorgeous but he’s not prepared for her at all. He meets her and is instantly taken with how proficient she is with her job and her looks are just a bonus. But as he gets to know her he finds feelings are taken hold. When he winds up in her Department due to a stray bullet that grazes to close he wakes up knowing that he has to say something since he almost DIED. She teases that she saved his life and he owes her and he’s quick with a response that just sets the mood for the two of them.

Tequila x Sad!Reader: “a little too much” - shawn Mendes. Tequila and reader are together as a couple and she mellows him out while he uplifts her. She has depression that comes and goes. On a rainy day she is cuddled up in Tequila’s arms as he softly lets her hair and kisses her temples until she turns and buries herself in his hold. She then softly makes out with him.

Stiles x Reader: Song Fic “I Found” - Amber Run

Fic Request: Do you think you could write something Whiskey-centric (I’m obsessed and the girls will thank you for it😊), along the lines of an agent exchange where Whiskey stays with reader at her home.  That’s a really good idea and for some reason I’m getting Love Actually vibes with the Colin Firth couple part when he goes after his woman in her city and he’s clueless. Oooo good idea!

Fic Request: Fight Club with different weapons for different agents. Reader kicks all of their asses. Ok, so my husband made me watch fight club with him last night and it got me thinking... we all know that each statesman agent had a particular style of fighting (tequila with his guns and presumably his fists, whiskey with his lasso and whip etc). What if there was a challenge issued whereby all the agents could fight each other in a controlled environment - possibly a simulation to provide different scenes (non lethal, point scoring style) and awesome sexy reader kicks all their asses!

Mitch Rapp x Reader: Prompt "Those who can’t do teach" The reader is a trainer and Mitch gets cocky by saying the prompt. She lays him flat on his ass and he's instantly interested. Harley snips in the background for Mitch to get his head out of his ass. Reader teases Mitch and he asks her out she refuses saying until he can beat her she won’t go out with him.

Stiles x Reader:  study session. Stiles is studying with the reader and scott and hes growing distracted by his crush on her. Scott teases and the reader is oblivious.

Isaac x Reader: Best friends who are exploring each other. They are making out and Isaac goes a little over board and leaves one lone hickey that she can’t cover. Lydia and Allison see it. They vow to find out who left it.

Isaac x Reader: Song fic “Best of You” - Andy Grammer

Isaac x Reader: Song fic “West Coast” - Imagine Dragons “Oh my love please don’t give up” lyrics inspiration. Isaac and Reader are dating before his bite. When he gets bit he starts to distance himself and then he gets arrested. The reader is heart broken and tries to be there for him. When she’s at the station with Stile she sees Isaac as  werewolf. Isaac comes to find her and confess all and confesses that he loves her and can’t be without her. She tells she’s always gonna be by his side no matter what.

Isaac x Reader: Song fic “Fight For My Survival” - Phantoms. The reader helps Isaac through the abuse from his dad. When he gets bit he tells her while he feels more powerful now what she did for him will always be greater.

Isaac x Reader: Song fic “On My Way” - Sheppard. Peter holds the reader hostage to get at Isaac. She manages to break free and runs straight for Isaac. When she finds him fighting Peter at Derek’s she crashes into him while he finishes. He holds her close and confesses to her as he kisses her. 

Stiles x Reader: Song fic “My Own Hero” - Andy Grammer. The reader is fed up that Stiles has been more focused on protecting Lydia lately. When Stiles and Lydia are in trouble it’s the Reader who comes to their rescue. Stiles starts to see her differently and when he tries to tell her that she tells him she’s able to protect herself and doesn’t need him to and he can go back to protecting Lydia. Stiles is gutted and regretful.

Kingsman vs Statesman: Pick up line competition. Eggsy runs his mouth while out at the bar with the Statesman crew saying that Brits have the better chat up lines. Tequila takes that bet while reader, Whiskey, Harry and Merlin all roll their eyes. They all participate though. Reader takes the win when she uses her line on Whiskey in front of all of ‘em. Making him tongue tied.

Whiskey x Reader: Whiskey’s a sweetheart with the manners of a saint. He’ll open doors, stand until you sit at the table, say yes ma’am. Super soft and sweet date. He even walks you to your door at the end of the night. Summer love inspiration.

Thanksgiving w/ Kingsman and Statesman

TeaCup Chronicles: Each character gets their own fic. These revolve around a cafe.

Strangers on the Street: Each guy gets a fic of seeing the same woman walking along the street for a good amount of time. Do they approach her? Do they just watch? Do they fantasize about her? Or is she just another face in the crowd?