Can you do Speech 3, 10 and 22 + AU 8 with Eggsy, please? Thank you! 💖💖💖
Sure thing
Speech 3 - “I’m not sure you understand how much I care about you.”
Speech 10 - “You don’t need to pretend you love me”
Speech 22 - “It wasn’t your fault”
AU 8 - Neighbour!AU
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Eggsy was shocked at the knock on his door.
It was three in the morning and he had only just returned, bloody and beaten, from a mission. He was currently in his kitchen, trying his best to clean out the deep cut that ran across his abdomen, bleeding profusely.
He groaned and moved out of his kitchen towards the hallway front door, moving as slowly as he could in order to avoid aggravating the wound in his stomach.
He looked through the peep hole, his surprise only increasing when he saw his neighbour on the other side.
The nice neighbour, that is. The one that liked him. The one who would often invite him around for drinks or a meal when he came home late and had nothing in his own cupboards. The one who would dogsit JB for him when needed.
Yes, the one who Eggsy had developed a slight crush on.
Or, more likely, the one who Eggsy had pretty much fallen in love with since he had moved into the apartment next to hers a year and a half ago.
She was shifting nervously from foot to foot, her jumper pulled tight around her pyjama-clad body in an attempt to keep warm.
“Y/N?”
“Hey - sorry, I just... I wanted to check you were okay?” She offered uncertainly, biting her lip.
“What’dya mean?”
“I... you’ve been away for a little bit and... and I heard you get back late tonight and you sounded like you were in pain?”
“What’s it to you?” Eggsy huffed, his eyes hardening. He hated the idea of Y/N viewing him as weak.
“I’m not sure you understand how much I care about you,” Y/N countered, raising her eyebrows challengingly. “Now... you gonna let me in and clean that cut for you or you going to keep being a prat?”
Eggsy couldn’t help but allow his lips to break into a smile. It was safe to say that he had left on an edgy note with Y/N. They had gotten drunk together the night before he left for his mission - they were celebrating something but Eggsy couldn’t quite recall what it was exactly. All he could remember was him confessing his love for her in a moment of drunken madness and they had kissed.
But then he had left and they had never quite gotten any clarity about their situation.
“You know you don’t need to pretend to love me just because of what I said, right?” He asked as Y/N focused on cleaning out his wound, his eyes were fixed on her, his gaze soft and gentle.
“I’m sorry I didn’t text you,” Y/N sighed, still patching him up but Eggsy caught he slight tremble in her hands, the give away to her nerves.
“It wasn’t your fault - I’m the one who up and left, remember?” He pointed out. Y/N chuckled under her breath.
“I guess that’s true, yeah,” she agreed quietly. Silence fell between them and Y/N took a long breath, glancing up at him, meeting his eyes properly for the first time that evening. “But... I’m not pretending to be in love with you.”










