EGGSY X READER - MISUNDERSTANDING
(Y/n) had her heart in her stomach as she watched her boyfriend walk down the street from behind a corner. He had been distant from her for about a month now, sneaking off at night from their shared apartment and disappearing for days on end. He had always had a slight private nature, keeping to himself mostly and never disclosing enough information to truly know him or get a full picture of the kind of guy he was. But with (Y/n) something was different; he was much more vulnerable around her, a softer side of him shown when they were alone together.
She knew he had a rougher upbringing than her, and although he didn’t enjoy discussing it, he had with her. He had told her everything about his life – well, at least that’s what she believed – opened up about his true feelings and fears, pushed away that wall he had placed up and shown her a real person. It made her feel special that he would choose her out of countless others to trust. But now he was drawing back into himself again. And she wanted to know why.
It had started small at first; he couldn’t spend a few nights with her as he usually did after his work as he had to work late, then the weekends were also off the table. They instead talked on the phone for a few hours, the man sounding very run down and tired but brushing it off whenever she asked him if he was okay. Then he started to draw back even further, missing countless planned dates and little meet ups. Soon he stopped calling, she hadn’t had a text from him in at least a week, and at that point the girl had decided that enough was enough and she was going to get to the bottom of things. She devised a plan to track him the next day from when he left the tailor shop, snooping in on what he was really up to and then she would confront him if he was lying later on.
A large part of her was terrified of what she might found out as she tracked him around London, but her curiosity and determination were too overbearing to stop her, the girl following close behind every move he made that day until he finally stopped.
(Y/n) played with her hands as she watched Eggsy cross the road to meet an attractive young woman, wrapping his arms around her and placing a kiss on her cheek. Jealously flared in the girls stomach, but she tried desperately to brush it away. This could be an old friend, who he’s not seen in many years, and-
The girl paled as she watched them walk into an expensive jewellers next to them.
Okay, so maybe she is helping him pick out something nice for his mum. And he didn’t ask me to him because…well, because…
Her train of thought trailed off. There was no reason why he wouldn’t bring her there, no logical one in her mind at least. She was the woman who held him after he had a nightmare, rubbing his back and kissing the top of his head until he could breathe without crying anymore. She was the one who he cooked with on an early Sunday morning, listening to old fifties music and she was the one who he swung around the kitchen as they danced clumsily, laughing and singing at the top of their lungs. She was the one he claimed to love.
Unless I’m not that one anymore.
She couldn’t help herself, walking out of her hiding spot and right to the shop window, peering in with clouding eyes. Eggsy and the woman stood in front of a mirror, and he was carefully placing a very expensive looking necklace on her, the woman placing her left hand over her heart as she watched him with lovesick eyes. On that hand, clear as day, was a large sparkling diamond.
Eggsy turned to glance out of the window and the two locked eyes, all the colour draining from his face as he cursed quietly.
That was all the girl needed to finally put the puzzle pieces together. He wasn’t staying late for work or too busy to come and spend time with her because he was doing so much overtime, he had fallen in love with another woman and didn’t have the guts to tell her. Or even leave her properly. He had merely distanced himself, faded out of her life.
(Y/n) refused to cry, even though her throat burned and her eyes were filling quickly. Instead she clenched her jaw and walked away from the sight, pulling her coat closer to her body as she stormed down the street. Her legs wobbled so much from the shock however that she couldn’t get away fast enough, ignoring the voice that called after her as she rushed down the street.
She made random turns, not focusing on where she planted her feet until she collided with a hard chest, looking up in fright as she was pushed back.
“Oh, sorry” she mumbled, trying to walk past the large man “I wasn’t paying attention”
The use of her name made the girl froze, narrowing her eyes as she studied the man closer.
“Sorry do I know you?-” she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head and was forced to her knees, eyes closing against her will as she dropped to the ground.
“No, it seems you don’t” the man replied, (Y/n) just hearing his response before she lost consciousness.
The mission was simple, pose as a rich young man and his fiancé, infiltrate the gangs headquarters – which was cleverly disguised as a simple jewellers – plant the bug behind the counter by placing it on the necklace and get out. Everything was well thought out, right down to the pair of socks he would be wearing, but no one had taken in to account the very inquisitive (Y/n), who was too curious and loving for her own good. As soon as the two had locked eyes, Eggsy disregarded everything he had been taught. He knew that he should simply look away and ignore her, but he couldn’t bring himself to betray her like that.
So instead he stopped what he was doing and rushed to open the door, calling out for her as she ran down the street, his heart breaking as he saw how much pain she was in.
“(Y/n)?” Roxy frowned, moving towards him “Who the hell-“
“She’s the girl I’ve been seeing, and-shit, she doesn’t know” He groaned “Fuckin hell, this is gonna be hard to explain”
“I think we have bigger issues to worry about than your love life” Roxy motioned towards the men flooding into the room from a secret door hidden in the wall. Whilst they were distracted the woman behind the counter had pressed the panic button, alerting the gang that something was wrong, and now the members filled the small shop, shutters closing over the windows and the door locking on its own, trapping them.
“Your fiancé is right, agent” The gang leader smirked “Spike, with me” he motioned towards a hulking man with a large bat in his hand “We should go check that little lady made it home okay. The rest of you can stay here and get acquainted”
“No!” Eggsy cried, charging forward to try and stop them from leaving through the secret door but falling down harshly when a gang member pulled him back, kicking at his ribs whilst he was down. He had no choice but to try and fight his way to the door, and try as they might, the pair of Kingsmen were ultimately overpowered and knocked out.
Eggsy’s last thought was (Y/n). He wondered how terrified she was at that moment.
He wondered if she was alive enough to still feel fear.
Another punch landed on the side of Eggsy’s face, the man turning and spitting out the pool of blood that had collected in his mouth before grinning up at the gang leader with a cheeky smirk.
“Is that the best you’ve got?” he snorted, trying to fight against his instinct to wince “Surely you can do better”
He had Roxy had been brought to some shady abandoned building, and were now being interrogated for any information that would be beneficial to the villains best interest. Roxy was still unconscious, so they had been working on just Eggsy for around twenty minutes now, the agent refusing to give anything but sass to the man.
And he was beginning to grow impatient.
“Not in the slightest” the gang leader shrugged, sending him a wicked smile “Should I go show your little girlfriend, huh? Make her scream out for help? Make her beg for you to save her-?”
He was stopped from his threats by a loud thumping sound, a look of surprise coming over his face before he dropped to the ground, a crumpled mess. Behind him, brandishing a large baseball bat, clothes torn and blood staining the soft material, was (Y/n). She was breathing heavy, the traces of a thick rope still attached to her wrist swinging as she lowered her weapon.
“I’m a lot tougher than I look” she chuckled, wiping the small splat of blood that had landed on her face and tossing away the bat “It would be in your best interest not to underestimate me again, Unwin. Total transparency from now on”
“You have a lot of explaining to do mister”
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