Don’t Ask Me If I Believe Me - Gary "Eggsy" Unwin Imagine (Kingsman)
Title: Don’t Ask Me If I Believe Me
Pairing: Gary "Eggsy Unwin X Reader
Based On: Don't Go
Word Count: 1,014 words
Warning(s): fighting
Summary: Eggsy has sneaking suspicions about (Y/n)’s avoidance. Those suspicions lead to a very upset (Y/n) and a mission about to fall apart.
Author's Note: We deserved the cute story after that last Hannibal imagine I posted.
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It was a strange chain of events. I truly couldn't blame Eggsy for having questions about it.
That doesn't mean that I had to like the questions.
We had started off as friends. Good friends. We had this very strange, immediate understanding of each other. We worked really well together.
Maybe that meant it was inevitable that we would begin developing feelings for each other.
I thought that I could ignore them, and they would go away. Granted, at the time, I also assumed they were one-sided.
The first time that I question if Eggsy saw me as anything more than a friend was during a training session.
I had gotten him pinned to the ground. I had teased him a bit before I even thought to move away from him.
"I won," I said as I leaned back.
"Yes, you did," he replied, pushing himself up on his arms. There was this little smirk on his face as he did. It just looked... different. Not bad, just different.
I had been so focused on his damn smirk that I didn't notice how close he had gotten to me.
"Would the victor like some kind of prize," he asked.
I let out a nervous chuckle before scrambling to my feet. I didn't even reply to him before I walked out of the room. I felt so stupid and overwhelmed and so confused.
It was weird. I didn't like weird.
I started avoiding him whenever I could. I felt bad. Of course, I felt bad. But I thought it was for the best. Ignore it and it goes away. Then, I don't have to do anything about it.
Yeah. It wasn't my best plan, but my planning usually revolved around stopping international criminals, not dealing with dumb puppy-love crushes.
I didn't know how much it bugged Eggsy until we were on a mission together.
We had been in the middle of a fight with this guy with a very strong collection of backup. I already thought that the fight wasn't going our way when Eggsy decided to have a casual conversation.
"Why haven't you been talking to me," he asked when we passed each other.
"Now," I yelled as I kept moving. "You're asking about this now?!"
"Yes!"
"Why?!"
"I asked you a question first!"
"Am I just not exciting enough for you two," the man asked from his little pedestal, looking between me and Eggsy.
"Shut up!"
The man placed his hand on his chest when we both yelled at him at the same time.
It was moments later that the two of us were grabbed and knocked unconscious.
When I came to, Eggsy and I were in some small room, wrists tied to the ceiling just high enough to keep our feet from touching the floor.
"Eggsy," I said. I lifted my foot and kicked him a bit. "Eggsy, wake up."
"Ow," he grumbled. "Do you have a rock in your shoe?"
"You lost the right to complain when you tried to pick a fight with me in the middle of a mission."
He rolled his eyes.
"I cannot believe you," I added quietly, looking up at the note. Simple but effective. I should be able to get out of it.
He let out a sigh before speaking, "Since we're gonna be here a while, wanna tell me why you're avoiding me?"
I looked over at Eggsy. "Is this the time to talk about this?"
"Not like we're going anywhere."
"Just a reminder that this discussion is what got us stuck here in the first place!"
"Then, you should answer my questions so we can ensure that this never happens again."
I rolled my eyes and went back to trying to figure out a way out of this mess. Eggsy didn't seem concerned with that.
"Why are you avoiding me," he asked.
"Eggsy, stop."
"Answer me then-"
"No!"
"You are admitting to avoiding me, right?"
"Shut up!"
"I thought we were getting along really well."
"Eggsy-"
"I really did. I thought we were heading toward something and then, you shut down-"
"Shut your mouth," I grumbled, messing with the knot in the rope.
"If I did something wrong, then tell me-"
"Oh, fuck off-"
"No! Because I care about you! And I want to be with you! If you don't want that, then just reject me straight out! Just avoiding me after we seemed to get along isn't enough of a hint!"
The rope on my hands finally went loose and I dropped onto the floor.
"Tell me."
"Stop, please-"
"If you don't care about me-"
"I do. Alright. I do care about you. A fucking shit ton."
He finally stopped talking for a few moments, just looking at me with wide eyes.
"Fucking love you, you ass," I mumbled as I pulled out a knife and leaned up to cut the rope on his wrists. I stepped back as he landed on his feet.
He stepped closer to me. I quickly stepped back when his hands went to cup the sides of my face.
"No, not right now," I shook my head and walked toward the door. "We're busy."
"Oh, for the love of..."
I heard him walking over. His hand touched my chin, turning my head to look at him. He grinned at me for a moment before leaning in to kiss me gently.
It only lasted for a few moments before he leaned back again.
"I love you too," he mumbled.
He smirked at my shocked expression before going to the lock. I shook my head in the hopes of coming back to my senses. Just as I did, the door was pulled open.
"You alright," Eggsy asked.
I blinked at him a few more times before responding, "Shut up."
He just nodded, that stupid smirk still on his face. I glared at him.
"We should go. We are so busy," he shrugged.
"I hate you."
"Oh, we both know that's not true."
Yeah. He was right.
But I would be damned if I gave him that satisfaction so fast.
Fun how the bystander effect was coined to cover up how cops are bigoted cowards who let a queer person die and stockholm syndrome was coined to cover that the cops handled a hostage situation so badly the hostages trusted their captors more than the cops.
"here's my original character, Man Who Sucks But Loves His Daughter Very Much" and it's a guy who worships at the altar of patriarchal violence and the woman he uses as an excuse and an effigy to absolve him
Random hyperfixation rambles because im too autistic to be keeping this to myself.
!! If you dont like OC content just leave !!
Mentions of canon typical violence, SA (implied), gore and other things (outlast trials) below cut
If there's any spelling mistakes or grammar issues dont call me out im tired as fuck and writing this to cope with violent nightmares . If layout is weird im writing on my phone 📱
So ive been thinking about my Reagent OC.
They dont have a name, but I was thinking about omagine a reagent who picks up scrap metals/other materials and fashions themself a prosthetic arm that they cover with their shirt and no one seems to pick up on it until they're in a trial (most likely with Franco or Coyle) and the prosthetic either falls off or it's ripped in half and then shit falls down hill.
Another scenario about this is them working with Cornelius Noakes to make the prosthetic actually function like a semi-real arm but its not powerful enough to stop them from being jumped by Franco, hobbling out of the trial without their clothes and their arm blown off by Lupara.
The way they lost their arm being either Mother Gooseberry or Franco severely injured them and they got a gangrenous infection that spread and they had to have it amputated just under the shoulder. They tried to keep it intact but the viscera the blood, puss and general oozing was making Murkoff worry that they could lose more reagents if that infection spread and they cant have that even if these "people" are replaceable and theres always more that they could just straight up take off the street.
Ps. This OC uses they/he pronouns but I kinda like to keep it vague because I havent fully fleshed out the character.
I need someone to help me with fleshing this character out because I have so many ideas for fanfics on my writing account but idk how to fully invest in this character 😂😂
““Let us free Ireland,” says the patriot who won’t touch Socialism. Let us all join together and crush the brutal Saxon. Let us all join together, says he, all classes and creeds. And, says the town worker, after we have crushed the Saxon and freed Ireland, what will we do? Oh, then you can go back to your slums, same as before. Whoop it up for liberty! And, says the agricultural workers, after we have freed Ireland, what then? Oh, then you can go scraping around for the landlord’s rent or the money-lenders’ interest same as before. Whoop it up for liberty! After Ireland is free, says the patriot who won’t touch socialism, we will protect all classes, and if you won’t pay your rent you will be evicted same as now. But the evicting party, under command of the sheriff, will wear green uniforms and the Harp without the Crown, and the warrant turning you out on the roadside will be stamped with the arms of the Irish Republic. Now, isn’t that worth fighting for? And when you cannot find employment, and, giving up the struggle of life in despair, enter the poorhouse, the band of the nearest regiment of the Irish army will escort you to the poorhouse door to the tune of St. Patrick’s Day. Oh! It will be nice to live in those days! “With the Green Flag floating o’er us” and an ever-increasing army of unemployed workers walking about under the Green Flag, wishing they had something to eat. Same as now! Whoop it up for liberty!”
“If you remove the English army to-morrow and hoist the green flag over Dublin Castle, unless you set about the organisation of the Socialist Republic your efforts would be in vain.
England would still rule you. She would rule you through her capitalists, through her landlords, through her financiers, through the whole array of commercial and individualist institutions she has planted in this country and watered with the tears of our mothers and the blood of our martyrs.”
— James Connolly, Socialism and Nationalism (1897)
character: *is actually, truly, for once 100% good*
The Internet: um actually in issue 9374 page 297 line 2 they said something that the villain also said way back in issue 27, so sorry sweaty but they’re actually a bad guy
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Wacom recently asked me to talk about why I make queer comics, and given there are multiple bills right now floating around in congress that are effectively "we will kill your livelihood if we get a sniff of queer" I had some pretty strong, simply feelings to relay.
You can read the interview here, you can buy my graphic novel featuring a gay vampire here, and you can call your congressmen about rejecting HR 2616, HR 8705, HR 7661 using 5calls.org (they don't have these specific bills listed as things to call about, but luckily you can talk about whatever you want on the phone)
