I’m going to need them to pick a Harrison Wells or Harry or HR or whoever the hell and stick with him. If he must be on the show then they need to figure out which one they like the most and keep him. I am beyond tired of this ‘is he or isn’t he evil’ storyline that we’ve seen now THREE different times. I’ll admit HR just being a stupid con man was a twist I wasn’t expecting but watching it drag out for an hour was about as appealing as getting my teeth pulled one by one.
It’s just lather, rinse, repeat now with him and he’s eating up screentime doing the same shit we’ve been seeing since Season 1. They need to move past this idea that they need Harrison Wells on the show by any many necessary, especially if it means forcing him into the narrative.
For hartwinmakethman, as hartwin trash as I am but cheggsy holds a special place in our hearts. This fic contains concepts she has in her Kay!Charlie verse (GENIUS). Hiya, my wonderful cheggsy headcanon partner in crime (hugs)!
Eggsy wrinkled his nose and frowned as he felt light on his closed eyes. He rolled over and snuggled closer to the warm body next to him with a groan and a grumble. An arm made its way to his waist and a nose against his shoulder. He mumbled some gibberish and rubbed his face in the crook of his partner’s neck.
“Eggsy?” He felt his name against his skin.
“Fuck the right off…” Eggsy grumbled back.
He both heard and felt the chuckle and couldn’t help but smile at that. Charlie traced patterns with his fingers on Eggsy’s back. They stayed like this for a while, basking into each other’s presence when an alarm rang.
“Oh fuck no…”
“Eggsy, I have to…”
“Charlie…stay a little more?”
“Arthur will kill me if I am late again.”
“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you being a little late.” He gently bit at Charlie’s neck and dragged his hand down his chest.
“Eggsy, I have to be at London HQ in two hours.” He chuckled and tried to wriggle himself out of Eggsy’s hold. “Stop. Stop it.” He chuckled some more and evaded Eggsy’s lips.
Right on cue, Charlie’s glasses made a beeping sound from his bedside table.
Eggsy groaned and rolled onto his back. Charlie pecked him on the shoulder and got up to dress himself.
“I will be back by the end of the week, Okay?”
“Fuckin’ better be.” A flash of worry made its way to Eggsy’s face. Charlie buttoned his shirt and put his tie on.
“You’ll be back, I know. I trust you.”
“I’ll be back. I’ll be okay.”
“Just come back, Kay.”
Charlie smiled and as he finished dressing up and blew a kiss at Eggsy.