leggo my eggo

- full offense eggsy unwin is the cutest ever -

[leggsyeggsy]

Hello everyone

I was just reminded of my love for Taron Egerton

[leggsyeggsy]

Could you do something along the lines of Eggsy comes home injured most times and the reader fixes him up, but this time Eggsy comes home sick?

Sure :))))

[bluesfortheredj]

An eggsy imagine where after a night out the reader gets wasted and when they come home she wants him but he refuses because she’s drunk and the reader thinks that eggsy doesn’t find her attractive and then after a drunken fight the reader passes out on the bed just basically some fluff :) thank uuuu

“Eggsy I’m starving,” you slur as you get in the front door. It had been one of those nights where you’d got way too drunk for your own good and Eggsy had turned in to your minder, making sure you got home with minimal harm done to yourself.

“I’ll get you something to eat babe. Toast?”

“Yeah, and nutella!”

“Consider it done,” he laughs, lowering you on to the sofa. You sit there happily giggling to yourself as you look at your phone, then Eggsy comes back with your food and you quickly eat it, suddenly famished after all your dancing earlier in the evening. Eggsy sits next to you, his thigh resting against yours as he flicks through the channels on the television, and the heat from his body suddenly washes over you, making you want him right there and then. You put your plate down on the coffee table, then turn in to him, placing your hand on his chest.

“Hey. Wanna have some fun?” you ask, hooking your leg over his lap and straddling him as you run your hands up and down his torso.

“Babe, you’re really drunk, you need to go to bed.”

“With you, yeah,” you whisper as you lean in to his ear and grind your hips down in to his lap, feeling him grow a little beneath you.

“Babe, no, come on,” he sighs, gently pushing you away.

“You come on, I need you, Eggsy.”

“(Y/N), seriously, you know I would, but not like this.”

“Like what?”

“With you drunk!”

“Really? Are you sure that’s the only reason?” you ask, getting annoyed, “sure it’s not because of that girl you were eyeing up this evening?”

“What?!” Eggsy laughs, the accusation completely ridiculous and only being said because you were way too drunk to even realise what was coming out of your mouth.

“Don’t laugh!” you slur, getting up off of his lap and clumsily trying to storm upstairs. You trip on the fourth step and quickly get yourself up just as Eggsy reaches you to help you. “Don’t touch me! I know I’m not pretty enough for you,” you huff.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, come on! You know that’s not true babe! This is the drink talking!”

“It’s not! You think I’m ugly, otherwise you wouldn’t have been looking at that girl tonight and you would have fucked me on that sofa just now. Don’t try and hide it,” you growl, getting to the top of the stairs and stumbling into the bedroom.

“(Y/N), you know this is all a load of drunken rambling,” Eggsy says calmly, “just go to bed and sleep it off.”

“Yeah, I will… Without you!” you shout, slamming the bedroom door shut. As soon as you reach the bed, you fall flat on your face on to it, falling almost straight to sleep as soon as your head hits the soft duvet. Eggsy opens the door slowly to check on you and lets out a chuckle as he sees you passed out on the bed.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he laughs, moving through the doorway and rolling you over. He takes your shoes off along with your dress, then pulls your pyjamas on instead and rolls the covers up over your body as you snuggle into the bed, now much more comfortable. He gets changed as well and slips in beside you, pulling you up on to his chest. You stir a little when he moves you again, your hand reaching out to his chest, and he looks down at you with a smile.

-

When you wake up, your head is pounding and you feel like you’re going to throw up straight away, your eyes not even having to open to know how bright the room is. You push yourself up off of Eggsy’s body to find a bucket next to the bed and a glass of water that he’d placed there not too long ago. You smile as you thank your lucky stars that you bagged yourself such a considerate man, and as your eyes adjust to the light the nausea lessens, letting you take a safe sip of water.

“You okay?” Eggsy croaks from beside you.

“Mhmm,” you mumble, “you?”

“Hate to rub it in, but I’m great thanks,” he smirks as you turn to face him.

“What happened last night?” you ask, nervous about his reply as soon as the last word leaves your mouth.

“Well, do you want the edited version, or the uncut version?”

“Uncut.”

“Jeez, where do I start then? You threw yourself on me downstairs after you’d eaten some toast and when I refused, because of how drunk you were may I add, you then started to accuse me of checking out some girl because I thought you weren’t pretty,” he explains, giving a small laugh, but stopping quickly when he saw the horror on your face.

“Eggsy… Fuck… I’m so sorry,” you whine, dropping your head in your hands and shaking your head from side to side sadly, “shit, my head.”

“Babe, don’t worry,” Eggsy says soothingly, shuffling over to your side of the bed and placing an arm around your shoulders carefully, “honestly, it’s fine.”

“I wish I hadn’t asked now,” you mumble from behind your hands. Eggsy laughs and pulls you in to his chest tightly.

“Just so you know, you’re the prettiest woman in the world. Even with a horrific hangover,” he whispers, kissing your hair.

[witchymarvelspacecase]

Girl out of Galway

Word count: 2790

Warnings: Cursing (DUH), mentions of bullying, mentions of wounds, mentions of medical stuff, poor attempts at writing accents…

A/N: Ok, this took me far too long. I just hope it does justice to what you were hoping for @multi-fan​! Thank you to the absolutely wonderful @writingwithadinosaur​ for her help beta-reading this mess

Over the years, you’d thought you’d heard all the insults there were. Being female seemed to give the world permission to pick at you. Most insults didn’t even register nowadays, but one type stung more than the others. Your accent hadn’t been anything to worry over when you’d lived in Ireland. No one had seen it as odd, or even noteworthy, but since moving to London, since becoming a Kingsman… your voice seemed to be a running joke. If you weren’t being teased for it, you were getting told off for not communicating effectively. Apparently, you were hard to understand. Even when you were speaking as plainly as possible, your accent was too thick to understand clearly, let alone when you slipped into slang phrases that weren’t common in London.

In the beginning, you’d told people off, but as time went on, more of your fellow Kingsmen picked on you. More of your superiors harped on you for your “apparent inability to communicate clearly”.

…

“Made a right bags of that, Eggsy,” you said over comms as Eggsy ran away from the rather messy crime scene.

“How’s the car? We’re gonna need a quick exit,” Eggsy panted, running still, and apparently being followed.

“Totally banjaxed,” you replied, climbing out of the wreckage of said car, “gonna have to leg it from here.” The only response you’d received from Eggsy had been curses.

Merlin chose that moment to pop into the conversation, “How’s it going down there? What is Eggsy up to exactly?”

“He fucked it right up. Beginning to wonder if he went out on the tear last night,” you answered calmly as you slipped, unseen, into an alleyway.

Merlin laughed. Eggsy tore around the corner into your alley, heading towards you with a baddie right behind him. You took aim and fired off a perfect shot, taking out Eggsy’s pursuer.

Eggsy bent over, hands braced on his knees as he drew deep breaths. You gave him a moment before crossing to him and patting his back.

“Alright you’ve had your break. Gotta crack on, lots to do.”

“Are you taking the piss? I did my job already.”

“What you did was make a holy show of yourself,” you laughed. Eggsy growled before he straightened up and stalked past you. “I’m only codding ya’, Eggs. Ya’ did fine.”

“Would have done better had I known what the fuck was going on,” he grumbled under his breath.

“What’re ya’ talkin’ about? I was talkin’ to ya’ the whole bloody time.”

“Yeah, and I couldn’t understand a fucking word you said!”

You froze. Eggsy didn’t notice, and continued walking to the predetermined extraction point. You caught up after a moment, but from that moment on, you didn’t speak.

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[leggsyeggsy]

alright

hey y’all I’m finally working on a fic. I’ll be working on it whenever I have time in between exams, studying, and various softball tournaments. Things should calm down at the end of may and beginning of June so I’ll be updating more then. I’m so sorry but I’ll be sure to work hard on this account after these next 2 weeks. 

love, Ari

[ardentmuse]

Yay I'm so excited for you!! Nr 6 with Eggsy, some fluff? 😄

You are the sweetest, most supportive lady! This is definitely more angst than fluff, but we get good fluff towards the end, I think.

6. “I can’t keep doing this anymore. I can’t keep pretending I’m not in love with you.”

Kingsman - Eggsy x Reader

“Merlin, what are you thoughts on the matter?” Harry asked, pulling you out of your daze. The past few months with Kingsman had been such a whirlwind, working hard to recruit and build back up the organization from the ground up. You loved every minute of it, but something today had you distracted, specifically the way your best friend Eggsy was refusing to meet your eyes, refusing to acknowledge your presence across the table from him, refusing to suppress his scoff when Harry had addressed you directly.

You had come to Kingsman via Tequila’s recommendation, their first recruit to the new evolution of the organization. And you were scouted with the primary purpose of running the remaining of the recruiting proceedings with the side job of overseeing tech; the new Merlin. You brought with you the kinds of psychological and physical tasks you used to run astronauts through back in the States and an advanced engineering background, so different from the current Kingsman team. And since you arrived, you had added three new agents to the ranks: the agents Gawain, Lancelot, and Percival. The seven of you currently sat around the boardroom table, debating the best strategies for rescuing an ambassador held captive by a power-hungry Qatari billionaire.

You offered Harry your insights regarding weapons and security, to the best of your ability given the little you had actually heard of what was being said. Your entire mind was consumed by Eggsy. You couldn’t figure out what had changed. Just a few days ago, you’d been hanging out at his apartment, eating pizza, playing video games and laughing late into the night. And now he won’t even pretend to listen to what you were saying.

When the meeting finally adjourned, Eggsy immediately left the room. You stood as quickly as you could to follow, to seek answers to his strange behavior, but Gawain stopped you at the door.

“Y/N, I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” the tall ginger, your first recruit, said as he stood in the doorway.

“Listen, Gawain, I really need to get going,” you said, craning your head to see if you could make out Eggsy’s form retreating down the hall.

“It will be quick, I promise.”

You sighed. Eggsy was gone. You weren’t going to get answers anytime soon. And while it broke your heart, the attractive young man with the lovely blue eyes looking down at you pleadingly was worth a bit of your attention. He was your friend too. But deep in your heart, you wished it was Eggsy looking down at you with such eagerness in his eyes.

“Ok, Gawain. I am listening.” You smiled up at the man in front of you, hoping that the physical act might bring some happiness into your heart.

He took a deep breath. “I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me to the gala I have to attend tomorrow. I will be boring beyond measure, but it should be more fun with you there. What do you say?”

“Will your parents be there?” you asked him, knowing the primary reason why Gawain might want your company.

“Yeah,” he replied, rubbing his neck in nervousness.

“Then, I’d love to go with you,” you said with a laugh.

“Thank you.” Gawain kissed your check, “Thank you, dear. I’ll pick you up at 7?”

“Sounds great,” you said with a smile as the young man gave your shoulders a final squeeze before leaving.

You smiles as he walked away, happy for the excuse to dress up and happy to be helping a friend when you heard a voice behind you.

“Glad you’ve found a date for the weekend,” Eggsy said condescendingly, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you across the hall.

You turned to the man who’d been consuming your thoughts all day. “Getting an attitude with me, now, Eggsy? That’s fresh.” Eggsy’s appearance had killed all the happiness you had just built up. Now you were only angry that he dared to be mad at you when he’d been the one avoiding you all day.

“I’m not the one accepting dates with any man that comes along.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You turned to him, arms thrown in the air. “What is wrong with you, huh? Why are you mad at me all of a sudden? We had so much fun together just a couple days ago and now you treat me like I don’t even exist most of the day and then give me attitude for going to a gala with Gawain. What gives? Huh?” You were screaming by the end of it.

Eggsy took quick steps towards you. “I saw you!” Eggsy was now so close your shoes were touching, “I saw you and Gawain. Holding each other. Kissing. Crying together. And now you’re all giddy for a date with him. Don’t deny it.” He took a deep breath and grabbed your face with both hands. He whispered, “I can’t keep doing this anymore. I can’t keep pretending I’m not in love with you. Every time we hang out, it feels so right. And to see you with someone else is killing me, okay?” He rested his forehead against yours and sighed deeply.

You took a second to make sure you heard him. Eggsy loved you. Your best friend, the man you loved more than any other, loved you in return. But where to start? At your lack of response, Eggsy began to pull away.

You grabbed Eggsy’s wrist. “Gawain is gay.”

“What?”

“Gawain is gay, you didn’t know?” you said, meeting Eggsy’s eyes, “He’s pretty open about it in his personal life, but apparently he tried to tell his family a few days ago and it didn’t go well. He was really emotional about it, so I’ve been doing my best to support him. Hence why he wants to bring me to the gala with him tomorrow. His parents will be there and I think he needs the emotional support.”

Eggsy’s hands were still on your face and loosened their grip with your words. He began stroking your jaw and pushing your hair away from your forehead and ears as you spoke. He sighed deeply, a sigh of relief. “You are an angel, you know that?”

“I try. I just want to be a good friend to him.”

“You are a good friend. The best friend. My best friend,” he kissed your cheek to emphasize the point. “And hopefully my girlfriend?” he asked, pulling away to meet your eyes.

“Yes,” you said as a smile spread across your face.

Eggsy smiled too, littering your cheek with kisses.

“And I’m in love with you too, by the way,” you whispered to the man still gently covering your face with his affection.

“I was hoping you’d say that, sweetheart,” Eggsy said, finally moving his attention to your lips, slow and deep, healing all the wounds of the day with his gentle kiss.

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[leggsyeggsy]

BINCH I'm EMO

[leggsyeggsy]

I just watched the Robin Hood trailer

And may I just say.....

Oh hot damn

[jettlawrence]

hi i’m still not over kingsman 2 but i like to drag people down with me

[leggsyeggsy]

I used to write a lot of stuff from the "you" perspective and it's such a hard habit to break like I'll be writing an original story for English and suddenly I'm writing about y/n and her life's perils

[leggsyeggsy]

I’m In (Eggsy Unwin x Reader)

Quick A/N, this is coming before some of my other requests because of certain circumstances, but I want to let you guys know that I will be writing all of them as soon as possible. They’re really late because I go to this college prep school that for some reason thinks I don’t need sleep and I do 3 extracurricular activities that keep me busy until I pass out. Anyway, enough of my excuses, here’s the fic :) 

For @dont-long-island-icetea much love to you 

Warnings: break up, feeling lost

Word count: 1.7k (wow a long one)

When I look in her eyes I just see the sky

It had been a few months since he left and I still felt just as lost as I had on the first day I found myself alone.

Well- I couldn’t say I was completely alone- I had my daughter. The last thing I had to hold on to. The small little bit of wonder I could look forward to seeing at the end of the day. She was worth more to me than anything in the world and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

She barely realized her father was gone, instead opting to busy herself with toys or learning how to read. When she did ask where her father was, there wasn’t much I could say.

“He left, baby,” is all I would say to her as a tear crossed down my tired face.

“Don’t cry, Mummy. I love you!” she would console before jumping up and attempting to smolder my cries with a hug. All I could do was bury my head into her hair and smile for the one beautiful thing I did have.

But, today was a day that I had never faced without her father before: her birthday. I could already see myself sitting on the couch watching Bridget Jones’s Diary while eating 2 pounds of leftover cake at 2 a.m. I sighed to myself as I entered the bakery in search of a birthday cake, knowing that the sweet escape of treats could always alleviate any pain I was going through. I chose a lavender frosted one and got ‘Happy Birthday’ written on it before briskly leaving the shop.

In my hurry, however, I did not see a man in a very nice suit and glasses come barreling towards me at full speed. Unfortunately, he did not see me either and the outcome was less than pretty.

So here I am, cake in my hair and splattered all over the pavement, scratched palms from said pavement, a handsome man looking very worried in front of me, feeling very lost and upset from all of the mounting tensions in my life. I did what any rational person would do: I sat there and cried.

I cried for my ex, I cried for my daughter, I cried for wasted time, I cried for regret, I cried for loneliness. But the most important thing I cried for? The fucking cake splattered all around me.

“Holy shit, miss, are you alright?” the man asked, offering his hand to help me get up. That’s when I realized I looked like an absolute moron. Clearing my face and hair of any tears or cake, I took his hand and got up.

“Yes, I’m fine. I just got startled I guess,” I lied, shrugging my shoulders. He seemed content with that answer and ran his hands through his dark blond hair.

Now this is the part of the movie where he goes into slow motion and pink lighting while a Maroon 5 song plays or something, but right now I was more concerned about my daughter’s birthday cake.

Looking toward the ground, the man let out a light “oh fuck” before turning back to look into my eyes.

“Please let me get you a new one I feel just terrible,” he said quickly, gesturing toward the bakery next to us.

“Now I couldn’t-”

“No, of course. I insist on it,” the man urged, pulling me into the small store. “Hey, John, can I get a lavender frosted cake for the beautiful lady next to me, please?”

“Of course, Eggsy! Anything on it?” at this, the “Eggsy” guy looked toward me expectantly.

“Can I get ‘Happy Birthday’ on it please?” I asked loudly from across the counter. The baker nodded and went to frost it. Once he was busy, Eggsy looked to my eyes.

“Oh God, is it your birthday too?” I could tell he felt really bad about the mess he had created out of my day.

“Oh no, but thank you so much for replacing the cake for me, Eggsy,” I said, trying out his name. “Are you a popular guy here or something?”

“Something like that, I guess,” he answered, laughing a little, showing off his perfect teeth.

Oh boy, I’m already in deep.

After the baker had given my cake back, Eggsy offered to walk me home which I hesitantly agreed to. The conversation of the walk was light, him giving cheeky compliments from time to time while we made idle conversation, subtly learning more about each other.

“So why were you in such a hurry?” I asked after a while, genuinely curious why my ass had to become acquainted with the concrete only a little bit ago.

“Ah, yes, well you see, I was late to work at the tailor’s shop-”

“Wait,” I interrupted. “You were late and you still offered to buy the cake and walk me home?”

“I guess. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do,” Eggsy responded, rubbing the back of his neck turning his completely confident demeanor into a more bashful one (which was adorable).

As the sun let off its evening glow, we reached the steps to my flat.

“Wait, Y/N, can I have your number, please?” he asked sweetly, grabbing my hand softly.

I looked at his soft skin and smiling eyes before giving him a quick peck on the cheek and writing the digits down.

“Goodbye, Eggsy,”

“Goodbye, Miss Y/N,” He left with the biggest smile on his face.

I walked into my own flat with the biggest smile on my own. Maybe things might be okay.

Now to relieve my neighbor of her babysitting duties.

*2 months later*

Eggsy and I had gone out a few times since the cake incident and I felt better than ever. I had mentioned my daughter a few times and he seemed completely fine with it, which I was ecstatic about. They hadn’t met yet because I wanted to make sure about him before they did, but I was pretty close to letting them meet.

I was going on a date with him tonight and was getting ready when the doorbell rang.

“Shit, the sitter is early,” I thought to myself. I really wanted to put my daughter to bed before she got here, but oh well.

D/N went to go open the door before I could as I came running out behind her. There before me stood Eggsy and D/N looking at each other, both mutually shocked. Eggsy very slowly looked up at me with big eyes.

“Hi there, bruv?” he (awkwardly) attempted to say to the little girl in front of him. She turned back to me with a toothy smile on her little face.

“Mummy, who is this weird man?” I felt my face become redder than it was as I got down to her level.

“That’s Eggsy, my friend. Will you please be nice to him?” I asked her, her eyes a reflection of my own. She quickly turned around to see the slightly frightened man in front of her.

“I’m sorry I called you weird, Mr. Eggsy,” she apologized while doing her best grin. He let his own smile grow as he looked fondly at the two of us.

“That’s quite alright, miss. It’s nice to meet you,” he said, putting is hand out for her to shake. She gratefully took it and shook it with over exaggeration.

Looking at the time, I tapped my daughter’s shoulder to get her attention.

“It’s time to get to bed, sweetie,”

“Noooooooooo I want to play with Mr. Eggsy!” she whined.

“Come on, D/N, I’ll read you a story,” I pleaded coerced, but she wouldn’t budge. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to Eggsy with the corners of his lips tugged into a small grin, showing his dimples.

“Why don’t I read you a story so your mum can finish up, alright?” He offered the small girl. She quickly agreed and bounced off to her room with Eggsy in tow.

“Sure you want to do this?” I asked, following them a little.

“Never been surer, love, I’m in.” he said before disappearing.

*~*~*

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt something I hadn’t quite felt in a while. Happy. Sure, I found myself happy a few times but it hadn’t felt permanent since before the break up. Now I felt it more than I ever had.

Once I was satisfied with how I looked, I went down the hall to retrieve Eggsy, when I heard a soft lullaby coming from her room. I sneakily poked my head into the door ever so slightly as I saw Eggsy softly stroking her hair and singing a sweet song. Her eyes were clearly very heavy and became even more so as he continued the song. She held a single one of his fingers within her tiny hand and I felt my heart pang.

She held the world upon a string

But she didn't ever hold me

Spun the stars on her fingernails

But it never made her happy

Cause she couldn't ever have me

She said she won the world at a carnival

But she could never win me

Cause she couldn't ever catch me

I, I know why

Because when I look in her eyes

I just see the sky

When I look in her eyes

Well I, just see the sky

The sun was always in her eyes

A tear slipped down my face as I heard him end the song and get up to leave. Once he saw me, his hands reached to wipe away my tears, but I pushed them down and pulled his face toward my own. I placed my soft lips against his own and felt something once again that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Love.

Oh it was definitely going to be alright.

[leggsyeggsy]

So I have to get this request out before I forget it xD Eggsy and reader met online and were chatting for months until they finally decide to meet in person. Inspired by how I met my husband lol No hurries and if you don't wanna write this one then that's ok too of course love!! Hope you're doing well ❤

Awwwww that's so cute. It's on the list hon :))))

[leggsyeggsy]

I'm crying I found the first Kingsman thing I wrote

I was looking through my email and I found this things I wrote at like 3 a.m. right after I watched both Kingsman movies. I think it was supposed to be a plot for a whole Eggsy fic??? I refer to him with a lot of weird names so bear with me. Also I curse a lot in the early hours of the morning I'm sorry! Enjoy my 3 am thoughts

Email:

“I’ve had it rough my whole life and you think you’ve the right to tell me whether or not I’ve worked to be here? You, born with a 24-karat spoon in your mouth and a mummy and daddy that loved you by your side? You, with the education and the opportunities that people in my neighborhood would kill for just a taste of? Step off your high fuckin’ horse,”

*cue Fortunate Son* *cue Sweet Child O Mine* *secretly cues Bad Girls by MIA*

· Mother died in Kingsman training and step-father never wanted her

· Grew up on the streets half the time

· Exploited and abused, she learned to shut herself off from the plain (a thing very important when she’s an agent)

· Taught herself and anyone else anything she possibly could because schools are shit

· Had to support her younger sister so she worked the pole from age 19

· Gets arrested for punching (fuckin merking) a big business guy that got a lil handsy at the club

· Merlin shows up with bail and an opportunity

· She is fixed up and put into training

· Almost fuckin drowns in that first test but finds this vent thingy in the ceiling and climes into it while the others are distracted by my man Eggo punchin the fuckin glass

· She climes up the vent successfully and keeps going (“you have all failed, you forgot one very important thing” *points to that one girl’s dead body* “wait where the fuck did [name] go?”) and she falls through the fucking ceiling but Eggyboi catches her (“I think you just fell for me” *cue wink*)

· She becomes besties with Roxy, lowkey doesn’t communicate too much with Eggsy, is bullied by the other guys for being a stripper in the past (“come on, give us a show” -guys “piss off bruvs” -my egg)

· Some flirtation but she doesn’t wanna get close but hes all up in itttt

· Leggomyeggo has to hold onto her during the parachute thing

· During the hot person transformation into a classy person shes like WOW and Eggsy is like SHIIIITTTTTTTT bRUv and Merlin is surprisingly good at outfits

· Final 2 showdown with Eggbert (turns on her unfeeling mode to shoot but keeps thinking of her sister but shes still a badass so she does it and was actually aiming away from the dog but whatever)

· Is at the church when that shit happens oops she wilds out but gets knocked out she doesn’t know what to heck happens with Colin Firth™

· The Eggcarton sees this and is like oh shiteeee

· Gets to the plane with the boyos and is sent to distract and fuck shit up

· Gets a lil PTSD from her childhood while all the heads are exploding and there’s a bunch of noise and its WORRISOME

· Beats these guard bitches the fuck up

· Takes a bullet for my man Eggsy and says “go on and save the world for me, I can take care of myself this time. If I die get my sister away from [step-father’s name]”

· He reluctantly leaves to go fuck some more shit up while she crawls to the plane only to be met by her past tormentor from training (he gets merked but as we see in movie 2 it doesn’t work out)

· She hears some Eggo yelling and decides to ignore her pain like she always has and goes to help him

· There is a GIANT ASS fight scene by herself and “Live and Let Die” plays

· “listen here, emo Rachel Berry, I don’t have the fucking time for your shit”

· “bitch get yo hand off that thing I swear to God” (to valentine)

· They save the day!!! Yayy!!!!

· Whats this? Eggsy has a lil feelings? She has a lil feelings? They find a room? You already know what the fuck is up

[leggsyeggsy]

It’s alright, sweetie! Take your time and don’t rush yourself!

Thank you and I love you 💓💗💖💘💕💞💝

[leggsyeggsy]

Hey guys I feel like an asshole because I haven't updated recently. I had 3 softball games this week + practices and consistently 6 hours of homework each night. I'm really really sorry!!!! I'll post something soon if I get my shit together 💛✨

[egertoness]

Me, doing chores: Plotting story ideas and wanting to write

Me, eating a meal: Plotting story ideas and wanting to write

Me, doing anything else: Plotting story ideas and wanting to write

Me, opening a Word document to write: what is plot?? ideas, nope, don’t have those. words aren’t real.

[agent-tarontula]

Doing an oral warm up to pronounce his home town  Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoc

[jamiemac26]

That damn tongue!

[leggsyeggsy]

When she ask what mouth do

[flourcurl]

(X)

[leggsyeggsy]

Too real