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havokangel:

Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Originally posted by taroneggsy-ton

a/n; this is inspired by this lovely poem (?) and i just? love eggsy unwin w all my heart!! enjoy guys!

tags; @alexsunmners @mvximoff @umpeters @paperclipmac @sopwut @fantasticallycaitlin

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One.

You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.

Eggy is pretty sure the moment he first saw you, he knew you were simply the most graceful thing he’d ever lay eyes on. He remembers blatantly losing his track of mind whilst he was talking to Ryan, just utterly mesmerized by the way you carried yourself. It was as if you paid no mind to the sea of teenagers around you; just humming silently along to whatever music was flowing through your headphones, smiling ever so softly to yourself – like you had a secret that only you knew.

He remembers how he felt so small compared to you, and he remembers thinking that right as you briefly turned your face to him; catching him in the act of staring for a moment too long. He so desperately wanted to look away, but something just wouldn’t let him.

“She could never like you, mate,” Ryan laughed. “She’s got a world of her own.”

“Yeah,” Eggsy answered, still staring at you as you walked away. “She could never.”

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Two.

She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.

You stood in front of Eggsy’s door at three a.m., and you weren’t sure what you were even doing anymore because you’re an absolute wreck and he was looking at you like he just wanted to fix you and love you and-

It’s terrifying.

You’re in love with Eggsy and it feels like you’re falling into the depths of the ocean and you want to stop but you just can’t. You’ve fallen in love with the curves of his jaw and the way he lights up a room when he laughs; you’re just so far gone for everything that he does.

He asked you what was wrong when he opened the door, but that felt like it was hours ago even though a mere minute has passed. He clearly knew something was wrong but of course, he didn’t push it because he’s Eggsy and he’s soft and cautious and-

“I’ve- I’m- I’m in love with you Eggsy.”

You could barely stop the words coming out of your lips, but yet they escaped and even though they were barely above a whisper, he knew what you had said. He hates the way you’re ducking your head, looking at the ground as if it was going to swallow you up for even muttering something as vulnerable as you did.

But it doesn’t. He doesn’t let it happen. Because instead of running away, he barely thought before scooping you up in his arms, crushing you in a hug and saying over and over again like a mantra those three words back.

And for the first time, you consider the possibility that you’re capable of loving and being loved. And you never want to let go of that feeling.

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Three.

When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.

Eggsy had never seen you cry before. To him, you were made of iron and mischief and always had a backup plan for anything that would go awry. But this- you never planned for this.

You and Eggsy were on a date when you got the call from your Mother that your grandmother had passed away. You always had talked so highly of her; she was the matriarch of your family. The bond that you had formed with her was strong enough that not even an army could break.

You had collapsed in on yourself, and it took Eggsy all of his strength to scoop you into his arms and get you into the car, where he sat in the backseat with you and let you cry into his lap; not caring that your makeup will be bound to stain.

He had let you cry for what felt like hours, the makeup streaming down your cheeks as you felt like the world was punishing you for every horrible deed you did. He draped his jacket over your bare shoulders and stroked your hair, even shedding a few tears himself.

Your breaths felt like windstorms and your cries out for your grandmother nearly tore his heart in half. He stayed with you for that weekend, being your shoulder to lean on. Without him, you were sure you wouldn’t have made it through the funeral.

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Four.

In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.

As the light from the sunrise leaked through your blinds, you couldn’t help but to be absolutely infatuated by how beautiful it made Eggsy look. The orange and yellow light that shone on his face made you realize that he has freckles and it was just another factor that made you love him even more.

You didn’t really mean to wake him as you started to trace the myriad of freckles along the skin of his shoulder, but your guilt quickly turned into fondness as he chuckled sleepily and murmured something along the lines of too early. You had just giggled quietly, and cupped his cheek softly and said barely as a whisper,

“You’re beautiful, Eggsy.”

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Five.

You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.

You make him do irrational things, he supposed. But you are a beacon of light in his life and he’d do anything to get you to laugh until you can’t breathe, so that’s why he planned a date on top of his building’s roof; much to his landlord’s objections.

As you lie on the blanket with him, it started out as innocent enough. He really did have every intention of stargazing with you, but he can’t help it that you have other plans for where you want the night to go.

You had swung your legs over his hips and just kissed him and he swears that when you kiss him, nothing else in the world matters. Your hands had found their home on the sides of his neck and when you pull away to catch your breath, he swears you’ve never looked so beautiful. As you smiled softly, he chuckled as he leaned up to peck you again, and your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned down once more to press kisses against his neck and jaw, whispering things to make his body feel like it’s being set afire; a feeling all too familiar to him, being around you.

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Six.

You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.

Despite the copious amounts he had kissed you, he never expected that one night when the kisses were getting heavier and clothes were being discarded, that you’ve never gone this far with someone. He felt bad for assuming and was going to ask if you wanted to stop; but you just shook your head and kissed him hard, assuring him that you wanted him.

And he’ll never forget how good you felt, how good he felt, and the way that your lips seemingly never left his neck.

He was yours, and you were his; and that’s something that’s never going to change.