Could you do “Are you wearing my shirt?” with Eggsy please?
Yes, definitely! If it isn’t clear by now, I think Eggsy is great. I have to say though, my first thought when I saw this is probably not what you intended (I lowkey thought of Eggsy just straight up wearing a blouse and I had to leave my computer for a second. I have no idea what is wrong with my brain.) Anyways.
Laundry Day (Eggsy Unwin x Reader)
Summary: Unfortunately, you’re one of many that dislikes laundry. You have a habit of leaving it till the last minute. Thus, you run out of shirts to wear and borrow one of Eggsy’s, since you both share Harry’s house it was far more convenient than just doing your laundry. You didn’t think it would be a very big deal.
Word Count: 1072
Warnings: From now on, just expect swearing in Eggsy imagines. Okay? He says the f word in basically every sentence throughout both movies.
Prompts: #42, in the ask. Taken from my prompt list here (Make some more requests everyone! I have the writing bug this weekend)
Your morning started the same way it always does: ignoring your alarm for five minutes, finally sitting up, groggily stumbling around your room, and eventually finding your way to the closet. However, as you slammed open the two doors, you were met with a significant lack of clean clothes. You thought back to where all of your clean clothes could have been. Surely you had done laundry last wee-
“Shit,” you said, realizing that you had not, in fact, done laundry last week.
You groaned and turned on your heel, heading down the hall toward Eggsy’s room. Once there, you opened the door to find that he wasn’t in his room at the moment. Perfect.
You walked over to his closet before pulling out the biggest, warmest-looking sweater you could find. You stared at it for a moment, deciding whether or not you cared about the fact you didn’t ask him if you could borrow something. Quickly, your hesitance disappeared and you tugged off your sleep shirt and replacing it with the borrowed sweater.
Content with it’s warmth, you walked back out of his room and softly shut the door behind you. As you shuffled to the kitchen for a morning cup of tea, you nearly collided with the owner of the sweater. Neither of you said anything for a moment, it was far too early to process things properly. He looked at you from head to toe, a smirk slowly making it’s way onto his face.
“Are you wearing my shirt?” he said.
You scratched the back of your neck awkwardly, not giving him an answer. He crossed his arms, a crooked smile still on his face, “That’s definitely my jumper.” You smiled sheepishly and he raised an eyebrow, “I don’t remember lending one to you.” You shrugged, squeezing your way past him to get to the kitchen. He followed you, blocking your access to the kettle, “I have to say, though, it looks much better on you.” You blushed and he winked at you, clearly enjoying this.
You reached around him and grabbed the kettle, moving to grab a mug out of the cupboard. Much to your dismay, though, as you opened the cupboard, you noticed that all of the mugs were out of your reach. You sighed heavily as you reached to try and grab it, despite the fact that it was useless.
Right when you were about the give up, your ‘knight in shining armor’ (better known as Eggsy) reached up and grabbed one for you. Glancing over your shoulder at him, he winked at you again due to your close proximity and you rolled your eyes in response, taking the mug from him and ducking under his arm.
“Stop being such a flirt. I don’t know what’s wrong with you this morning,” you huffed, making your tea finally.
“I have no idea what you’re on about, I’m always like this,” he shrugged, innocently.
You mixed some sugar into your tea as a pair of arms hugged you from behind. You smiled and shook your head, sipping some of your tea. Thinking about the laundry that you, inevitably, needed to get done, you said, “Want to help me with laundry today?” He groaned, “Not at all.”
You pulled away from his grip and walked to your room, after finishing the contents of your mug and setting it in the sink, “It needs to happen; otherwise I’ll be wearing your shirts all week.” He sat on your bed as you pulled a hamper from your closet. “That’s not the worst possible thing I could think of. In fact, I’ll say it again, I think you look rather lovely in my clothes.”
You turned and gave him a look, finding that he had brought the dog in with him, “Eggsy!” He smiled sheepishly, “What?” You frowned, “Haven’t I told you before that you shouldn’t let J.B. on the bed?” He sulked before picking the small dog up and setting him back on the floor, you rolled your eyes and dragged the hamper out of the room. Now, you had both Eggsy and J.B. following you around the house.
You eventually reached the washer and started a load of your laundry before hopping on top of the machine to wait for your clothes to be clean. Eggsy, against your expectations, appeared to be waiting with you; he had sat on the ground and let the pug get comfortable on his lap.
“I was joking about you helping with my laundry, you know,” you smiled. He shrugged, gently stroking J.B.
You sighed, leaning against the wall behind you from where you sat. The peace did not last long as you felt a stare on you; seeing J.B. gazing at you with pleading eyes, you frowned, “Eggsy, the fuckin’ dog is guilt-tripping me, again. He’s worse than you.” He laughed, “Just ignore it, love. It’s not my fault you refuse to admit that you like him.”
The washer beeped what felt like ages later. You had given in to the pug, ending up on the floor next to Eggsy as you gave the small animal plenty of pets. However, you briskly hopped up at the sound of the timer going off and started moving your clothes to the dryer.
Of course, the worst chore had to be the one that took the longest to do. You huffed and started the dryer once all of your clothes were in. Looking around, you had left the room a mess. When you looked at Eggsy, silently begging for help, he merely smiled at you and shrugged, “You did say I didn’t have to help.” You rolled your eyes for what felt like the 40th time today and got started on cleaning the humongous mess you made.
You finished cleaning right as the dryer was done.
You couldn’t be bothered to fold your clothes or actually put them away, though, so you stretched and retreated to your room. You ignored the train consisting of Eggsy and his pug as walked in, grabbed your book from it’s place on your nightstand, and sat down to read. Moments later, you felt Eggsy’s pug sit down on your feet right before Eggsy sat beside you, hugging you once more.
one time, i had a dream where i was dating timothee chalamet but he was with kylie and i didn't know
and before that i had a dream where, for whatever reason i do not know, i moved in with the kardashians/jenners and this was apparently during frat boy harry era. and i kissed harry, but he was with kendall so she beat me up.
the karjenner group haunt my dreams and idk why they're there but i wish they were not
SHE BEAT YOU UP FJSJDJDJREJ but honestly good on you for frat boy Harry
I love reoccurring things in dreams no matter what they manifest as
but I get you, every tom dream I’ve had at least gives off a cringe vibe, never a good vibe and im haunted by it now
Very polite. He needs a name that does him justice. I’m thinking somthing like Sir Frederick William the Third or Topher but I’d like to request the peoples for a naming
This has been bugging me for months now Do you think if it had been someone else who had been kidnapped into the chamber of secrets other than ginny, say like a slytherin Do you think harry and ron would have gone and rescued them?
