With summer, there always comes a sense that something magical could happen at any moment. Maybe it’s residual from childhood, when summer was the time of endless possibility, or maybe it’s just a side effect of sunshine and warm weather making the ordinary seem a bit more special, like something wonderful was waiting just around the corner.
Today, though, that was completely true.
The afternoons often saw you wandering around your neighborhood, soaking in the beautiful weather and the joy that seemed to radiate off of everyone you passed, as if every time the sun shone, London was collectively in a good mood. Spending most days by yourself, these afternoon walks were often the most contact you had with other human beings, even though most of the time you were simply sharing a smile with a passing stranger.
It’s always difficult to get together with your friends as an adult, with everyone seemingly being pulled in a thousand different directions, leading to the need to schedule meet-ups months in advance. It was a miracle if you were able to schedule a dinner within the month, let alone the week, so every time you managed to see someone even vaguely familiar to you, it was pure magic.
So, when you managed to turn the corner and run into one of your best friends, you felt like you’d just found a real-life unicorn.
“Eggsy!” You shout, disbelief coloring your voice at the man walking towards you. You watch as he startles, before the fear gives way to relief, which quickly turns into a wide grin. Within seconds, he’s crossed over to you and gathered you in his arms, hugging you so tightly it’s as if he’s hoping you can feel all the affection he has for you in those few seconds, to make up for the months apart.
“What’re you doing here?” He asks once he lets you go, taking a step back on the sidewalk to take all of you in, as if he’s not the one walking around your neighborhood.
“Just out for a walk,” you reply, still in too much disbelief to come up with a wittier response. There are a million questions running through your head, all of things you’d thought about in the time away from your best friend that wouldn’t hit quite the same through a text conversation, but instead of asking him any of those, you instead say, “Are you busy? There’s this ice cream shop I’ve been meaning to try if you want to come with, get something to eat and catch up?”
You watch as he considers this, and you can sense that he’s going to say no, going to tell you that he has to run off but you should try and get together soon, but instead he just nods.
“Lead the way,” he says, and you’re off, hands swinging in between the two of you and brushing up against his with every step. You resist the urge to take his hand in yours, instead beginning to run through all of the questions you have for him, like how his new job has been and if his sister liked the stuffed animal you sent over for her birthday.
After a quick walk, where you learn his job has been going well despite how it stresses him out and that his sister adores your gift, you make it to the ice cream shop, a quaint little building tucked over by the park. The two of you order, and by the time you fish out your wallet, Eggsy had already paid for the both of you, as if he’d acquired some super speed in your time apart.
“You didn’t have to do that, I was the one who invited you out,” you protest as the two of you make your way to a park bench, in perfect view of the sun beginning to set, painting the top of your neighborhood in soft pastels and golden light.
“Yeah, but I wanted to,” he counters, knocking your knee with his own, “this just means you owe me one.” You scoff, even as your heart soars at the notion that he wants to see you soon. Eggsy’s one of your best friends, and he has been for years, but after spending so many months apart, even just the confirmation that he wants to keep hanging out with you is enough to send you spiraling in joy.
And that’s all there is to it, you try to convince yourself, even as your heart ticks faster and your head spins as he reaches over to wipe away the melted ice cream that had clung to the corner of your mouth. It’s definitely only because you’re happy to see your friend again, and not because the contact sends your skin aflame in the most spectacular way. You try not to think anymore as you watch him finish his ice cream, pretending not to stare as he pretends not to notice.
Could you possibly do eggsy x reader where they’ve just had a baby? I need fluffy eggsy 🥹🫶🏻
❅⪩"I've got this"⪨❅
♡ Warnings: fluff, baby, kissing.
♡ Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x F!reader
♡ Summary: A few months after you and Eggsy have had a baby, you walk into the kitchen to find a heartwarming surprise...
♡ words: 512
The morning light shines through your window and onto your face. You groan as you reach for your phone to check the time. Almost 10:00. Realisation dawns on you; for the first time in months, you’ve managed to sleep through the night. no restless tossing, no waking up 10 times like usual. Just deep, uninterrupted rest. It's a feeling you almost forgot existed.
You sit up slowly, leaning your head against the plush headboard as you stretch your muscles. As you take a moment to fully wake up, savouring this moment of peace, confusion settles over you—the house is quieter than it usually is. Too quiet. You get out of bed and slowly walk towards the nursery. You hear the soft music from the mobile and a smile crosses over your face as you open the door. But when you push the door open, the room is empty. A slight jolt of panic washes over you, but you will yourself to calm down.
You rework your mind through last night's events. You remember putting the baby down. You remember the way Eggsy’s strong arms wrapped around you, providing that warmth you had missed, as you settled down on the couch. You remembered the way he kissed your cheek softly, slowly trailing down to your neck. You remember the way he carried you up to the bedroom you had shared and how he had whispered sweet nothings in your ear the entire time, making you laugh. You then remember the cry of your baby and the way Eggsy’s voice was low and soothing as he whispered against your ear, “I’ve got this." After that, the only memory you recall is darkness.
You softly close the door of the nursery and walk towards the kitchen. You hear the low murmur of Eggsy's voice and the smell of eggs elicits a smile from your face. When you enter the kitchen, you see your baby on the high chair and Eggsy by the stove. For a moment, you stand there, watching the two of them. A familiar warmth fills your heart. And then Eggsy turns, as he catches sight of you, his cheeky grin appears on his face. He walks over to you, his strong, warm arms wrapping around your frame. You practically melt into him as he whispers a "Good morning, love" into your ear.
"Morning," you reply as you two split apart. You walk to your island table and sit down next to your baby, wiping some porridge off of her cheek and giggling as she babbles at you. Eggsy leans over the island and tilts his head slightly, looking at the two of you. “How’s my princess doing this morning?” He says with a cheeky smile, “She looks good,” you say as you look at your baby. You feel a movement behind you, then strong familiar arms wrap around your waist. A shiver runs through you at the familiar embrace, his quiet strength pressing close. A gentle kiss lands on your cheek, sending a smile to your lips just as his voice drops to a low whisper. “I was talking to you.”
Summary: The world had just been saved from Poppy's virus and Eggsy seems to have had his happy ending, or does he?
Tags/warnings: Spoilers for The Golden Circle, Smut, P in V with no protection (wrap before you tap plz), Breakup angst, Alcoholic behavior , Grief, Mentions of Death
Pairings: Eggsy "Gary" Urwin x Reader (Main), Ex!Tequila x Reader, Fwb! Whiskey "Jack" Daniels x Reader
Word Count: 4.5k
A/N: So the start won't have Eggsy x Reader justtt YET but guys trust it will happen 🙏🙏 This chapter is mainly ex! Tequila and fwb! Whiskey but Eggsy gets an appearance! Also I don't write a lot of smut so sorry if it's awkward!
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“T are you fucking kidding me? You’re using it again?” You angrily stormed back into the apartment, furious at his betrayal of trust. You glared at him with intensity as he shrunk slightly under your gaze.
“How did you -”
“Ginger told me everything.” He cursed under his breath.
“Well everything ain't exactly sunshine and daisies right now, especially after our last assignment. You should know that.” He argued back.
“Yeah well I choose to process my emotions in a healthy way instead of going back to drugs!” You sigh as your arms wrapped around your body for comfort. You’ve seen him at his lowest of lows, and your fear of him returning there overtakes your mind.
“T please, I don't want to see you like that again. I don't want you to - “
“Enough! You knew my problems when you got together with me, you don’t get to judge me for it.”
“I’m not judging you, I’m just scared of losing you!” Your mind flashes to the scariest moment in your relationship. His body was cold to the touch, heartbeat faint, and passed out on the floor.
Your hands shook and voice wavered as you called the ambulance.
“I-I can’t keep doing this. Always getting pushed away. I-” He turns to you with a distant look in his eyes, clearly checked out of the conversation.
Head falling into your hands and tears close to bursting out, you muttered. “Just leave please.” Without a second look he exited the door with the package and slammed it shut. Holding yourself even tighter, you’ve never felt so shitty before.
After a few hours of crying your heart out and binging 2000s chick flicks, you grabbed your phone to call a familiar friend and confidant.
“Hey Ginger, I think I'm gonna take some time away from work for a while.” Your voice was raspy and slightly rough from the dehydration.
“Are you ok?” Her voice filled with concern.
Your voice wavered as you responded, “I-Me and T broke up.”
“ Oh… I understand completely. Take the time for yourself and I'll let HR know.” You hummed back in agreement.
“And if you need anything just feel free to call me.”
After bidding your goodbyes you hung up the phone and slept as your body succumbed to the fatigue from crying.
-
As morning arrived, you woke up with your face puffy from the night before. Dragging yourself out of bed, you shuffled to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast.
While munching on some stale cereal with milk, you came across an interesting video. Loud music, alcohol and partying all shown in one small clip. It was the Glastonbury music festival. After everything that just happened, you really needed a good distraction. Without a second thought, you bought VIP tickets and booked the earliest flight to England.
Once done with breakfast you decided to indulge in some self-care by de-puffing your face with ice and some hydrating face masks to reinvigorate yourself. Feeling slightly better and relaxed, you were ready to start packing for your impromptu trip.
Rummaging through your closet, you picked out a few cute outfits and packed your essentials into a small suitcase and headed straight to the airport.
The flight there was a personal hell, sitting in a cramped plane with only your thoughts to occupy your time. Luckily you brought sleep gummies and noise-cancelling headphones to pass the hours quickly.
Touching down on foreign land, you made your way directly to the festival as it was in full swing.
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Rock music blasted while the stench of alcoholic drinks filled the air. Showing your VIP wristband to the guard you entered the festival area and headed to your tent. You settled in, unpacking all your clothing and personal items onto the counters. Happy with the result, you headed out of the tent only to end up running into a familiar face.
“Whiskey?” His head turned at your voice. Fully dressed in his American cowboy getup, he walked back towards you.
“Martini, What are you doing here?” Your eyes shied away for a while before responding. “Just here to have fun and enjoy the music. Wanna join me?”
A brutal rejection from the target left Whiskey alone for the rest of the festival, so he agreed. As different bands played throughout the night, Whiskey and you sang your hearts out. He was always one of your closest friends even before you got with Tequila, bonding over your shared love of the genre you called ‘dad rock’ (Whiskey didn't particularly like that name, he liked to call it ‘real rock' instead of that pop-alternative bullshit). Your favorite bands slowly left as it got later into the night and soon turned into the early dawn. Multiple alcoholic drinks in your systems and the slight exhaustion, together you decide to take a walk around the festival grounds. The stars barely visible from the main festival area now clearer than ever, you felt your emotions welling back up and bursting out. Tears flowed out of your tear ducts, uncontrollable sobs finally getting released.
“Sugar, are you alright?” Whiskey pulled you close to him as you sobbed into his chest, letting all the suppressed emotions out. You shook your head against his chest as he patted you on the back.
“You wanna tell me what's going on with you today?”
“I b-broke up with Tequila.” You manage to mouth out through the sobs leaving your mouth, hiccuping along the way. Pulling out some tissue, Whiskey handed it over as you wiped the tears from your face. Taking a few breaths in and out, you recollected yourself slightly.
“I caught him using it again.” You relayed, explaining the situation. Whiskey listened intently as you poured your feelings out, digging up the emotions you tried to push down before.
-
Whiskey’s rough hands roamed your body, reaching under your shirt and caressing your curves.
Back in your tent together, you intended to let him distract you as best as he could.
“Just make me forget please, like before.”
He nods, silently acknowledging your request and continuing. Slowly helping you undress while leaving kisses down your neck. You squirm under his breath, sensitive to another’s touch.
He leads you to the bed, gently laying you down while he steps back to undress. You watch as he tosses his clothes to the side, revealing his fit body marred with scars from previous missions. As he steps forward leaning over you, your fingers slowly trace the marks on his body.
Reminiscing some close calls you and whiskey had gone through together, you watch as Whiskey lowers himself in between your legs hanging off the edge of the bed.
He starts by working his way up your thighs, leaving opened mouth kisses against them. His breath approaching, you shivered as he traced a path upwards.
Warm hands spread your legs a bit wider as he shifted his attention to the main course. His head dives forward, starting to lick and tease, your thighs squeeze him. Moving your hips against him, you feel him increase the pace at which his tongue moves, teasing your clit.
Your breathing shortens as he continues his meticulous movements, bringing you closer and closer to your climax. At some point you almost end up riding his face, grabbing his hair and pulling him even closer to you. Grinding against his mouth, you feel your peak approach as you soak his face with your cum. You let go of his hair and fall back onto the bed, gasping for air while Whiskey stands up and takes a few breaths as well. He wipes his face off and cages you in between his arms onto the bed.
Leaning in, he kisses you deeply letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
“Sugar you taste so good.” he grins, picking you up and placing you right on his lap while he lays against the headboard.
You straddled him and slowly took his boxers off. You watched as his dick popped out, hard and ready. Rubbing him in-between your folds, you used your slick to lube him up. Slightly shivering as it made contact with your clit and teasing your entrance. As you raised up slightly and lined him up to your entrance, he stopped you at his tip before you could sink down.
Grabbing his hat from the bedside table, he placed it on top of your head. “Now you're ready to ride.” You smirk at his idiotic joke, slowly sinking down onto his dick. Your face contorts as you let out a pleasurable moan as you manage to fit him fully inside. While giving you some time to adjust, Whiskey captures your lips in a kiss, seeming to steal your breath away. You let his tongue dance with yours, body slowly grinding against him. He groans at the stimulation, muffled by your mouth on his.
Breaking away from the kiss, you start to increase your speed. Riding him until your body was overcome with pleasure. You got lost in the physical sensations as his hands dug into your hips, nails digging on and providing support to your motions. His hips matched your rhythms, thrusting up to reach even deeper inside.
“F-fuck Jack I’m close.” His breath hitches as he lets out a short laugh.
“Me too Sugar.” His southern drawl came out strongest whenever he was close to climax.
It wasn’t the first time you heard it and you certainly did not complain whenever he called you a ‘good girl’ during previous trysts. Your walls pulsed with need, signalling its close to release. Answering to its calls, you grind your clit against Whiskey’s hips while his dick reaches deep inside. Repeatedly rubbing against the spot that drew your body closer to orgasmic bliss.
As you hit your climax, your nails dug into Whiskey’s shoulders and left their imprint. Feeling you clench around him, Whiskey held his finish off as best he could until you were done with yours. Quickly he lifted you off him as his cum spurted out onto your torso, both of you heavily panting in its aftermath.
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Whiskey and you lay in bed basking in the afterglow. Settling on separate sides of the bed to ensure the moment wasn’t too intimate after the act. His heart forever belonged to his deceased wife and you would never want to change that but you two found solace in each other’s bodies as lonely souls. The night passed and the both of you drifted off to sleep, morning came fast. As you both got dressed, you sensed that Whiskey had something to say to you. He held in his thoughts, hesitating before letting the words out of his mouth.
“ Tequila’s in the Medbay.” Those few words echoed around your head, it wasn’t the first time but it was never pleasant when it happened.
“The drugs that he took were spiked with something causing the blue rash you see on other people. We don’t know what other effects it has yet but we don’t have the time to wait and figure it out.”
“Is that why you’re here investigating?” He nodded.
“Shit, I got to go back, I need to see if he’s ok. I’ll meet you back at HQ?” Whiskey pulled you into a hug and patted you on the back before bidding you farewell with the tip of his hat.
-
“Ginger!”
“Martini? I thought you were on break!” You hugged Ginger closely. She was your best friend at the agency. Aside from being one of the other female agents, she was the only other agent that was in the same batch of rookies when you entered Statesman. You tended to keep your affairs with Whiskey separate from her, especially due to her slight disdain of him. You knew she longed to be a proper field agent but you never understood why she never got his approval to operate as one. However that never came in between your friendship with her, constantly sharing stories about your missions and training her in physical combat skill for when she does become a field agent.
“I’m actually here to see Tequila. I heard he was in Medbay…” Her facial expression falters slightly. Ginger Ale knew of your rocky relationship with Tequila and his vices. She beckons you to follow her as she leads you to where Tequila resided.
The beep of his heart monitor was constant and repetitive. Tequila laid in bed unconscious, with blue veins spreading all over his body. Your feet slowly made their way closer to the bed. Resting your hands on the edges, you watched as his body tried to fight off the unknown virus.
“Whiskey told me he was in Medbay but I-I didn’t think it would be this bad.” You sighed, eyes turned to the ground. Ginger moved beside you, offering a comforting shoulder to rest on. You closed your eyes and leaned into her embrace. You hated him. You hated him for making you hurt so much, especially after all the time and feelings you had caring for him. And you still cared so much it hurt seeing him in a state like this.
“We are doing everything we can right now to keep him stable, but we already have a lead on who might be behind this. Don’t worry, we’ll find a cure.” You nodded, but said nothing in response.
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As you entered the bar, the smell of smoke and beer filled your nose. You make your way to the bar counter straight, sitting down and ordering a few drinks to numb the icky feelings swirling around in your head.
Your third drink arrived as you saw the entrance door swing open. An unfamiliar face to a regular of this bar. Your eyes followed as he walked up to the bar and sat at the corner of it, two seats away from yours.
“Can I have another martini please?” His accent was definitely not local. Laying your head on the bar, turned towards him, you watched as he typed on his phone, face twisting into a more serious look. Taking a swig of his drink, he turns his head up and notices your staring.
“Are you alright there, miss?” You slowly raise your head to meet his eye-level. Feeling waterworks starting to turn on again you hide your head in your arms.
“Well I just broke up with my boyfriend and now he’s in the hospital. So I feel like total shit.” You groaned. He looks at you with genuine concern and sympathy. He shifted a seat over and turned towards you
“I just pissed off my girlfriend and got broken up with. So I think we are in a similar boat?” He holds up his glass as you clink yours together before downing the last of the liquor. Holding out his hand to shake, he introduces himself.
“I’m Eggsy.” You pause for a small moment of disbelief before responding.
“Eggsy? What kind of name is that?” You snorted slightly, laughing at the (presumably) foreign name.
“Hey, no making fun of my name before I hear yours.” You relent and give him your own name.
“So what are you doing here in the great United States of America? I thought you British folks liked to stay up in your mighty castles.”
“One, I'm not a posh dickhead with a castle. Two, I just happen to be here on holiday.” You hummed with interest. The night progressed as the both of you shared small talk about both of your lives. You made sure to leave out the sensitive details but shared tales of your travels to different parts of the world. His presence felt like a refreshing one especially after recent events. He took your mind off things with his blunt demeanor and funny accent.
“Sweden”
“Been there”
“Singapore”
“Short stay”
“Dubai”
“Already off the checklist”
“Italy”
“A favorite of mine.“ You smiled and reminisced about your multiple trips to the country in previous missions. It was always a lively place with a beautiful culture and stunning natural views.
“It's a beautiful country, but I personally enjoy going there to ski during the winter months.”
“I’ll definitely have to check it out soon then.” He smiled. He offered to pick up both your tabs at the bar as he stated, ‘A gentleman is always happy to serve’. While he paid, his eyes wandered to the dog statue behind the bar counter. Something seemed to click in his mind before he left you with a quick goodbye.
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After that night, you continued your break with a bit of travelling to take your mind off the break up. Visiting secluded beaches on various coasts and shutting yourself away from the outside world by turning off your phone. It was a great period that you took to review things for yourself and the resort was surprisingly empty with the exception of a few other guests.
Standing near the seaside, and feeling the breeze blow through your hair was amazing. With life as a Statesman agent, it was never boring. However there was never time to slow down and appreciate all the different sceneries you got to view. Aside from monitoring international threats and maintaining the alcohol business everything was great, but it was still lonely.
As a spy, secrets are the most important thing in your life. It pained you to keep secrets from your closest civilian friends and family members. But you could never share much about your job or troubles to ensure no confidential data would be leaked. From the outside, your life seemed great. Making a good chunk of money from the alcohol business and travelling all over the globe most of the time. But you just felt distant at the end of it.
That might have been the reason why you got together with Tequila in the first place. You thought maybe sharing your life with someone in the same situation would make it all the more easier. You loved your job more than anything but it was nice to have company while doing it. You sighed as your reflection in the water stared back, waves coming up to shore and wetting the soles of your feet.
It was enough mulling about and you were ready to return back in full force.
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Eggsy had just finished saving the world for a second time, but this time the ending wasn’t so sweet. His closest friends, Merlin, Roxy, Brandon and JB were all gone. The Kingsman, destroyed with little to no agents left aside from him and Harry. The weight of everything seemed to crash onto him again.
The plush king bed sank under his weight as he sat on the edge of it. After the mission was complete he flew straight back to Sweden and returned to the castle. Once he saw Tilde cured from Poppy’s virus his heart was relieved, but conflicted. He remembers the promise, or ‘proposal’ he made to her before their argument. Harry had told him to continue living his life. He didn’t need to try and rebuild Kingsman if he didn’t want to and could go onto his fairytale ending with Tilde, becoming a prince in the process. However he wondered in the back of his mind if that was something he really wanted. How he could give up his father’s legacy and stop being a spy entirely when it was the thing that pulled him and his mum out of the shitty streets of South London.
A knock on the door snaps Eggsy straight out of his thoughts. “Babe, I’m coming in.” Tilde opens the door dressed in a robe and wet hair. She moves to sit beside Eggsy, resting her head on her knees and leaning forward.
“What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing much, just about how to dress JB Jr. for the wedding” He smiles, redirecting himself from his dilemma. Tilde giggles at his suggestion, standing up and continuing the conversation into other details about the wedding. She spoke about wedding gifts and palace decoration, but all he could do was smile and nod in response.
The wedding date drew closer. Eggsy got more and more nervous in the palace. He appreciated the level of freedom that was granted to him as he ‘retired’ but he felt restless. He missed going out on missions, doing site reconnaissance and taking down the bad guys in the end. He was never in the spy business for fame or glory, but knowing at the end of the day once the job was done people would be safe? That was all the payment he needed from the job.
Nowadays his routine would just consist of waking up in the palace and doing small activities Whether it consisted of going to the gym to keep in shape or small dates within the palace with Tilde, most days turned into a blur. It got harder and harder to keep track of the days especially when stuck inside. The royal family’s publicist had advised Eggsy and Tilde to not make any public appearances before their marriage was officially announced to prevent any kind of messes within the media. It didn’t help that the country he was residing in didn't have many english signs and it would be hard to navigate without a proper translator.
So he was stuck, again. This time in a more pleasant situation, but still stuck. Tilde had tried to give him alternatives. They could donate to help the needy or promote causes that helped the earth, but none of these options sat right with Eggsy. He knew if he wanted to do something, he wanted to be on the frontlines of it. He knew that if he just took a backseat there would be too many areas for corruption for things to go awry.
It didn’t help that he still missed everyone that used to surround him. Roxy and Merlin’s deaths were still fresh in his mind. When he thought of how he lost JB and Brandon, it brought him close to tears. Soon to become the crown-prince of Sweden, he barely had any time left to visit Harry anymore due to having to learn the duties that were required of him. He felt distant with everything he used to know and everything started to become more foreign and foreign everyday.
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Returning back to the states, your phone started to ring with various notifications. Most from Ginger starting with several texts to meet her back at HQ as she had a lot of news. Once you unpacked most of your luggage you made your way down to the distillery.
Scrolling on your phone, you find a few interesting articles about the blue rash you had previously heard Whiskey mention and their origin. Who could have guessed the cause behind the ‘blue rash’ was a crazy megalomaniac business woman? You had to ask for an update when you reached HQ.
You greeted some of the civilian staff as you walked onto company grounds, making your way into the building. Using your retina scan, the door opened and displayed your agent name. Walking in, you made your way to the armory to pick up your equipment and meet Ginger.
The armory was always filled with interesting gadgets. All developed by the Statesman R&D team, they were always creative in their applications. Gadgets ranged from electrified lassos to hidden quick draw sleeve pistols. However your favorite were the rings. These rings were special in the way that with a quick activation of a button, it could inject a concentrated amount of any substance into one's bloodstream. It can be lethal or sedative, the tool for getting out of tricky close situations with targets.
Seduction was part of any spy's arsenal, being able to keep things discreet in intimate situations was key. With the ring on your finger and your kit neatly packing into your belt, you made your way towards ginger's location.
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As the doors open, you see a familiar figure beside Ginger. His tall figure towering over and tan cowboy hat sat nicely on his head, he hesitated before turning towards you.
Meeting his gaze, it stung from the rejection he had left you with previously. But you gathered the courage to walk towards him and give him a slight hug.
“I’m glad your ok Tequila.” You smiled awkwardly as he returned it with a slight grin. Even after the fights you've had with Tequila during your relationship, he was still a friend you cared deeply about, someone you had shared life deeply with for the past year or so. It hurts that he didn't feel the same to be able to share it with you but you didn’t blame yourself for it.
Releasing Tequila from your hug, you turn to hug Ginger.
“Well guys, what have I missed?”
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Jumping up and down you squealed together with Ginger at the news of her recent promotion.
“I can't believe you're an agent now! Oh my god you've been waiting for this since orientation. I can't wait to finally be able to go on field missions together!” You exclaimed, brimming with excitement about seeing your friend's dream come true.
“So Agent Ginger is it now?” You nudged her shoulder and wiggled your eyebrows. However, in response to your playful invitation, her face fell a bit at the next piece of news she planned to update you on.
“Actually it's Agent Whiskey now.” There was one of two possibilities in cases where an agent's name would be passed down. The first possibility is if the previous agent retires and passes it on to their student. The second option, the agent is discharged from Statesman, either from death or from betraying the agency. Knowing Whisky's aptitude towards Ginger, you knew it could have never been the first option.
Ginger (or now Whiskey) explained that Jack had betrayed the Statesman, trying to ensure the cure for the Poppy virus would not get released. He had actively worked against the goals of the Statesman for his personal agenda. Eventually subdued, he was brought back to the agency where he resides in an underground cell. An agent like him with all the confidential information he knew couldn't be set loose into any governmental prison system. So they kept him in containment for the time being.
“Champagne is still figuring out how to handle him. But for now nobody is allowed to visit him.” A frown found its way onto your face. You knew Whiskey to always stand up to what was right, but the recent events hit too close to home and he faltered.
“Wow that's… That's a lot of things.” Your extended vacation from Statesman and the world definitely led you to missing a lot of action, but the world could never stay at peace for long.
