A/N: ok so i love eggsy with my whole heart but this is my first time writing him so some feedback would be delightful just so i know i’m not writing him totally wrong. also @kurtwxgners@mvximoff@rax-writes enjoooyyyy
When you wake up, it takes you a second to fully register where you are. You blink sleepily awake and slowly take in your surroundings. You’re in someone else’s bed, a strong arm draped over your waist. The stiffness in your muscles reminds you of the previous night and heat floods your cheeks as you remember the ease and complete lack of shame with which you fell into bed with Eggsy. His chest is warm against your back and you let yourself luxuriate in the warmth and comfort of the bed for a few seconds longer before carefully sliding away from him and slipping out of bed. Retrieving your panties from the floor, you spend a second looking for the shirt you had been wearing the previous night before giving up the idea and snagging a long sleeved shirt that is most definitely not yours off the back of a chair. Pulling it on, you pad quietly out of the bedroom towards the kitchen.
As you wait for the coffee to brew, you lean back against the counter and think about any consequences last night might have for either of you. There are no rules against romantic involvement amongst employees of the Kingsmen, though you suspect it is frowned upon. The coffee machine is whirring quietly in the background as you think about the previous night. Heat rushes to your cheeks again as months of flirting replay in your mind. It’s not like last night wasn’t a long time coming. You don’t let yourself get caught up in wondering whether this will be it for the two of you, unwilling to let yourself ruin something good before you’ve even woken up properly. It could happen, but it might not, you remind yourself. Don’t get caught up over it. If it doesn’t happen, it wasn’t meant to be or whatever.
The coffee is finished and after a short search through the kitchen cabinets, you pull out two mugs, pausing for a second to remember how Eggsy takes his coffee before filling them both and taking a long sip from your own. It’s mid morning, and the light filtering through the curtains is warm and bright, though a faint chill hangs in the air. You take another sip from your mug, too preoccupied with your coffee and your own thoughts to register the faint sounds of of footsteps from the bedroom.
“Gotta say, ‘m glad to see you’re still here, love.” Distracted as you are, Eggsy’s voice makes you jump, almost dropping your mug as you turn to look at him. His voice is low and rough with sleep and his complete lack of a shirt makes it hard for you to come up with an answer quickly. He takes another step towards you, offering you a crooked smile. “I was worried you’d run off or something.” His tone is teasing, but there’s a hint of vulnerability to it as well; a subtle sense of relief that you still want to be around him. You can’t help but smile back as you hold the other mug of coffee out to him.
“No, I didn’t run off. Just needed help waking up,” you reply. “Hope you don’t mind I used your machine.”
Eggsy takes a gulp of coffee and lets out an appreciative hum. “Not at all. You probably know how to work the thing better than I do. I think it hates me,” he quips, and you chuckle. There’s a momentary lull and then his gaze drops to the shirt you’re wearing and he quirks an eyebrow as he runs his eyes slowly back up your torso, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Nice shirt, darlin’” he says and you feel yourself heating up in response.
“Sorry-I-it’s-I couldn’t find my shirt, and-” you start, trailing off as he sets his mug aside and steps forwards, reaching out to toy with the cuff of one of the sleeves. You can feel his body warmth radiating through the air and your breath catches in your chest.
“‘S alright, love. I don’t mind at all,” he says quietly, an almost disbelieving smile curving his lips. “If anything-it’s-well, I mean-I just-can’t believe you’re wearing my clothes, in my kitchen, drinking my coffee. It’s-” he breaks off, blushing furiously as if he’s just processed what he’s saying. “I just-it’s nice having you here. And my shirt looks good on you,” he mumbles, not meeting your eye. You set your own almost empty mug aside a little clumsily, and reach up to cradle his jaw in your hand, tilting his head up and forcing him to meet your gaze. He’s still a little pink and it’s so endearing to see a little more vulnerability to him than the easygoing confidence you usually see. Your thumb strokes gently over his cheekbone as you smile encouragingly at him, leaning forwards enough to close the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips softly to his. His arm tentatively loops around your waist as he kisses you back slowly, pulling you a little closer against him. His body is warm against yours and you can feel your own relief at knowing he wants you too mirrored in the way he relaxes into you.
“I’m glad you think the shirt looks good because I have very little intention of returning it,” you say, suppressing a giggle, and Eggsy chuckles, kissing you again.
I really liked your awkward Hanzo comics~ Could you make one where McCree compliments his hair (particularly the white little hair-wings part thing) and the next day someone (Genji? Symm?) finds him with a little smile trying extra hard to make them perfect? (not in a snooty/prideful way. more of a "i hope they look good today maybe he'll talk to me again" way) I am not sure if I'm allowed to make requests/suggestions so i hope this does not come off as pushy~ '3' Welp, 25 letters left so this -
im super glad you liked it omg thank yOU!!! i am 1000% down for requests & suggestions hehe there u go!!!
(7,669 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek, secret werefox!stiles, first time
A long time ago, Stiles promised his mom that he’d never cross the Hale
property lines. He has kept his word even if there hasn’t been a Hale in
Beacon Hills for years, not since the fire. But suddenly Scott gets
turned into a werewolf, Derek Hale is back, and Stiles has to share his
biggest secret. (AU set in S1+ where Stiles is a born werefox)
(19,137 I Not Rated I Complete) *sterek, stiles/omc, secret bamf!stiles, Marvel fusion
Stiles isn’t just the pack’s resident human, soft &
squishy & easily breakable. Stiles comes from long line of secret
agents and could probably give James Bond a run for his money. Of course
Stiles isn’t allowed be awesome which might be why some of the pack
think he’s not worth their time.
Or, the one where Stiles can’t
take it anymore and moves to New York without telling anyone & Derek
finds out and has a melt down.
(26,421 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek, secret Omega!Stiles, threat of rape
Humans alphas and betas are used to treating human
omegas like objects. Stiles and his father have managed to hide for
years the fact that Stiles is an omega. When Stiles arrives at Beacon
Hills he meets one Scott McCall and his friends and family, who are
hiding an even bigger secret.
(50,732 I Explicit I WIP) *sterek, historical au, prince!derek, knight!derek, magic!stiles
There is no evil in magic, but in the hearts of men. This has been said
many times, but never understood. Any caught using magic will be
sentenced to death. This law has forced many into hiding and many to
hate the king, his family, and his knights. Stiles is one of those many,
but when he finds a knight with a potentialy fatal injury he can’t just
leave him there to die, can he?
(88,989 I Explicit I Series WIP) *sterek, secret Omega!stiles
Stiles is brilliant. He’s one of the youngest executive forensic
accountants at the well-known security firm Baroff & Sons. He’s the
one everyone hates, who owns disgustingly expensive furniture, always
somehow wins the cases without trying, clean cut, attractive. It’s a
charmed life and Stiles means to enjoy every minute of it. Until Derek
Hale walks into his room and says one word that brings his entire life
to a standstill “Omega” Now Stiles is running for his life and Derek is hot on the chase.
(107,401 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek, stiles/omc, derek/omc, derek/stiles/omc, secret Omega!stiles
As Stiles leaves for college, he must hide who he really is and then he
meets his roommate and likes him … a lot only there is no chance for
him to fill the needs that Stiles has as an Omega. Then he also finds
his Alpha, Derek Hale (of course) and they all struggle to find their
way and learning more about the special aspects of being an Omega and
trying to have a unique relationship that will never be typical
especially with Stiles, pushing and bossy Stiles as the Omega.
Keith sighs and runs a hand through his already tousled hair. “I mean, we’ll just take the rings off and that’ll be it. No big deal.”
“No big deal?” Lance squawks, sounding slightly hysterical now. “No big deal?” He stands up quickly and waves his ring finger in front of Keith’s face. “Keith, we said vows. I’m pretty sure that’s the very definition of a big deal.”
At the Garrison, they’re nothing more than two apparent strangers, two classmates in different fields with different goals in mind. Two people with different social circles and interests, two people just trying to get by in life.