A/N: ya girl is back! Here’s my first time writing Eggsy let me know if you’d be interested in seeing more of him! also idk if yall can guess what song inspired this fic???? and a special thanks to my friend @smallestbrown for beta-reading and helping me edit!! <3
You've always felt like some sort of universal force attracted you to Eggsy Unwin. The light buzz in your brain has made that force impossible to resist as you make your way to his silhouette that looks godlike; standing there on the edge of the roof with the London nightlife contouring his figure perfectly and once your eyes can properly focus on the details, you take note how the fabric of his shirt fits over the muscles of his back. Wrapping your arms around his torso from behind, you push yourself up on your tiptoes and rest your head on his shoulder. Unfortunately, you haven't had enough to drink that you are unable to resist the overwhelming urge to kiss his neck, so you stop yourself when your lips are less than an inch from his skin. The temptation only becomes stronger as your breathing syncs up with his, feeling each movement with your chest pressed against his back and his scent completely intoxicates your senses.
You both tread on the edge of being tipsy and the sensation of your breath fanning over the skin at the collar of his shirt makes him feel like he is no longer tethered to this Earth. Eggsy is used to his unusually sharp reflexes making the world around him seem like it happens in slow motion, but this time he finds that his body is also trapped in that same pace.
Slowly turning around in your arms to face you, one of his hands comes up to cradle the back of your head while the other brushes away stray hairs, fingers lingering on the side of your face, tracing down your jaw. You're certain that the rest of the world has ceased to exist as Eggsy begins to lean in. His lips have just barely brushed yours when he stops— waiting for you to give him the green light that you really want this.
Eggsy Unwin x Reader [PROMPT #3: “that was one hell of a distraction.” ; PROMPT #23: “you are an idiot.”]
Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader
Prompt(s): #3: “that was one hell of a distraction.” ; #23: “you are an idiot.”
Mood/Emotion: sarcastic/teasing
Requested By: @skysthelimit291
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You couldn’t believe he’d just done that. It was meant to be a stealth mission, but apparently Eggsy wasn’t very good at that. You’d got caught, and then he’d made the dumb decision of causing an explosion. For a diversion. Really? Of all the plans in his head he thought that one was the one to go with? You shake your head.
So much for subtly...
“That was one hell of a distraction,” you say to him, running to the pick up point.
“Thank you,” he replies, cockily.
“It wasn’t a compliment, Eggsy. It was hell. Hellish,” you explain, “You could’ve got us killed!”
“But, I didn’t. And, it worked, darling,” Eggsy replied.
You groan in frustration. Eggsy really was unbearable sometimes. Most of the time actually. And, yet you always got partnered with him. ...The two of you really did make a good team, even if you hated to say it.
“Maybe so,” you mutter.
Eggsy celebrates his victory for all of a second.
“But still, you are an idiot.”
“I’m your idiot, though aren’t I, Y/N?” Eggsy smirks.
You tried to hide your blush from Eggsy eyes. He always made you feel like this and part of you hated it- the other part of you wanted to know what else he could do to you. But, for now you wanted your crush on him hidden. Especially from him.
Summary: Is there more to this than just the two of you?
Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x reader
Warnings: Angst, eventual fluff - I promise
Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: *Note - Reader is referenced by codename “Lamia” || My soulmate asked for another Eggsy fic - voila! This fic is loosely based on Dua Lipa & Martin Garrix’s “Scared to Be Lonely” - I’ve used some lyrics as quotes, and they’ve been italicized. [There may or may not be a part two for this - we shall see.] Hope you enjoy! | masterlist
In the realm of lovers, loneliness has always been the enemy.
When you first fall in love, it scares you. It strikes deep within your soul, pulling your strongest emotions to the forefront of your heart and mind.
Love shouldn’t be scary. Yet, it is the single most terrifying thing to exist.
Love is a war general; one who knows how to make its way past your strongest defenses, striking you in the most vulnerable of places. Your heart. Your mind. Your soul.
Love finds your darkest fears, and lightens them.
You’ve found the one.
You’ll never be alone.
Or will you?
Once you’ve become an ally of love, loneliness becomes the enemy of the state.
Loneliness infiltrates your weakest areas, striking unparalleled fear and doubt where it will hurt the most. Your love.
Eggsy was never one for love. Not because he found it to be useless or repugnant. He feared it would become his biggest weakness. A colossal regret.
He would never let himself live in peace if something were to happen to someone he loved.
Yet, he met you. Well, more like he found you.
Galahad and Merlin had set out to recruit new agents after the devastation of the Kingsmen, and you were a highly recommended asset.
“They speak of her like she’s a robot or something, Merlin.” Eggsy whispers, his eyes trained on the elevator numbers as they head down the building.
“Well, that’s because she seems to behave like one, Galahad. She’s a remote player. No outside associations or attachments. It’s said she’s been alone since the start. That’s what makes her so good.”
Your first encounter with Galahad was everything he had hoped it wouldn’t be.
The moment you walked through the doors, he knew he would be compromised.
You were everything he had hoped you wouldn't be. Beautiful. Cold. Distant.
You were in and out of the first meeting within a matter of minutes; all you needed was the intel Merlin and Lancelot had gathered over the past two weeks.
You had managed to take his breath away with a single glance. Not a word was spoken, but Galahad knew. There was something, and he was determined to find out just what it was.
Love.
You never thought much of it. At most, it was a hazy dream, something that always seemed so...out of reach.
You didn’t care much about being alone; the lack of attachment allowed you to work with ease. No preoccupations, no fears, no possible pain.
Until now.
The moment you locked eyes with him, there was something that sparked deep within your heart. Rooted in the deepest parts of your soul.
Right then, you couldn’t tell if you wanted to run away or dive in.
“Got any plans tonight, Lamia?” Galahad glanced over at you, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. You slipped your coat on, swinging your bag over your shoulder.
“None. You?” You didn’t even bother looking in his direction; it was best not to distract yourself, or worse. Let yourself fall. Even if you were dying to let go.
“Come out with me. Dinner. Hm?” He had made his way over to you, his suit jacket draped over his shoulder. He was right behind you, and a nervous warmth crept over you. Do you say yes and live to regret it? Or say no, and hate yourself forever?
“I might as well.”
Obsession. The best way to describe your relationship with Eggsy was just that. You couldn’t stand to be apart from one another. The infatuation for each other was intense, in the best sense of the word.
There was nothing you didn’t admire about him, and he you. It was like you were made for another.
Meant to be. At best.
Your yearning began to dissipate as time passed with every mission. Fights every other day, screams and shouts exchanged between you both when you couldn’t find the heart to say what you really wanted.
You were scared beyond belief.
Terrified of losing who could possibly be the love of your life. Terrified of ending up alone. Forever.
You were in your bedroom when you heard the front door of the apartment open. You carried on with packing, ignoring the slamming of the door as you heard heavy footsteps make their way towards the room.
Eggsy pushed the bedroom door aside, throwing his take-away bag and shoes onto the ground. He cursed under his breath as he fumbled with the knot of his tie, slamming his fist against the dresser when he couldn’t get it undone.
“Is that really necessary?” You whisper, rolling your eyes as you walk to the bathroom.
“What did you say?”
You pause, your jaw tensing as you stay frozen. Eggsy’s eyes were trained on you, his stare never once faltering as he stepped forward.
“Why does it matter?” You manage to get out, even when your chest is tight, barely letting you breathe.
“Don’t start, love. I don’t want to fight; not again.”
You sigh, turning to meet his fiery gaze; your own eyes matching.
“Why do we keep doing this, Eggsy?” You couldn’t help yourself. Your fears had been eating at you for the past few days, and it was now or never.
“Doing what?” He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped together on his lap as he looked at you.
You shrugged, waving your hands around, well, nothing. “This...the fighting, the screaming...why do we keep coming back for more?”
“Are we both losing our minds?” Eggsy mumbled, his eyes darting away from yours. His heart was hurting with every word you spoke. He couldn’t deny that they were true. But still - the truth hurts.
“Are you happy?” Your mouth drops as soon as Eggsy speaks, his watery eyes meeting your own as he bites down on his tongue.
“I’ve forgotten how it feels. Even when we know it's wrong, how can we keep holding on?” You choke on your own words, a silent sob threatening to escape if you don’t stop. Eggsy rushes towards you, pulling you into his arms as you both fall to the ground.
You sit like that, huddled together, for what seems like hours. Not a single word passes between you; a heavy silence rests as Eggsy runs his fingers through your hair, attempting to calm you down as you silently cry.
Once your breathing has slowed, and your tears have ceased, you manage to spit out the one question that’s been haunting you for far too long.
“Is the only reason you’re holding me tonight because we’re scared to be lonely?” It takes a few moments for him to process your words; process his own feelings and thoughts. You don’t press him for an answer. You let your words drift away into the night as you sit in his arms, your head resting against his chest. His heartbeat is slow, and his breathing somehow puts you at ease, even when you’re drowning in your fear.
“Why do you think we’re scared to be lonely, love?”
You drink in his voice, let his words sink into your mind as you try to think.
“Did...did we jump into all this too soon, Eggsy? Is this what we wanted? Was it real?” You didn’t dare hold back. You had to know. Eggsy had to know.
The silence once again consumes your words, settling like dust as you listen to his breathing once again.
Was he wrong to think you wanted this? Him?
Were you wrong to think you deserved his love?
“No.” His voice cuts through your thoughts, drawing your attention to him. His eyes are red, tears slowly slipping away.
“No?”
“I’m holding you because I love you, darling. Tonight and always. You’re mine, and I am yours. Clearly, we’ve let fear and doubt come between us and our love. Were we ever going to be ready for love? Probably not. Baby, it’s scary. It hurts. But when have we ever let that stop us?”
You smile at his words, shaking your head. “Never.” Eggsy cups your face, leaning in as close as he could.
“Exactly. If it doesn’t stop us when we meet head on in person, why should we let fear and pain stop us from being happy?”
“I love you, and I will never stop, Y/N. Never. You hear me?” Eggsy asks, his lips barely touching yours as he speaks. His emerald eyes sparkle with the love he holds for you, and you can’t help but smile.
“I love you. Always.”
He grins, closing the short distance between you as soon as the words roll off your tongue. You wrap your hands in his hair while his arms pull you in, his grasp tightening, as if he’s afraid to let you go.
Though, he wasn’t. He simply didn’t want to. You were his forever, and he was glad he had finally found you.
Your forever was by his side, and you couldn’t be happier that you had let yourself fall. Sometimes, love makes you a believer. You just have to dive deep.
When your Frenchie makes a new pug friend, you become friendly with his cute owner Eggsy. Little did you know this was a set up from the very beginning.
“Darlin’!” You call chasing down your Frenchie on the run.
“JB!” A male voice followed yours. Darlin’ and a stout little pug stop pawing at each other, licking the other as you manage to catch up.
“You would stop for a boy.” You shake your head, hands on your hips.
“JB.” The other owner jogs to a stop as you bend down, offering your hand to the little pug.
“Hello.” You smile at him, he grumbles licking your hand. “Aren’t you cute?” You scratch him behind the ear, he pants, tongue hanging out of his mouth, eyes closed.
“JB you make a new friend?” The man walks over towards you and his dog. Darlin’ doing circles and chatting away the way Frenchie’s do. “My, my.” He chuckles squatting down to pet Darlin’, she’s practically dancing on her back legs at the chance of attention from someone new. “Aren’t you a pretty thing?” You chance a glance up the man’s green eyes briefly lock yours before slipping back to your pup.
“What’s his name?” You ask as the pug leaves you wandering over to Darlin’ and his owner.
“JB.” The man grins at you. “Hers?” He asks looking at your pup quickly.
“Darlin’.” You smile at him.
“Fancy name.” He grins as you both stand up.
“She’s very fancy, needs constant attention.” You laugh lightly.
“Clearly JB is up to the challenge.” He chuckles as the pug follows Darlin’ around tail wagging.
You’d been meeting up with Eggsy for almost three weeks now, walking JB and Darlin, playing at the dog park, or strolling the streets getting coffee. Eggsy hands you the to go cup as you continue your walk down the pavement.
“You’re quiet today.” You peek at him.
“I have to admit something.” He shrugs.
“Oh?” You sip your drink.
“The day we met, in the dog park.” He looks down at the ground as you come to a stop.
“Ya?” You smirk at him.
“I never had JB on a leash. He’s a command dog, he doesn’t need one.” He flushes embarrassed.
“So he chased Darlin’ on your word?” Your eyebrows slip up.
“No, actually I told him to greet you. Him chasing Darlin’ wasn’t the command.” His brow connects, as he thinks it over.
“Well trained I see.” You smirk.
“I used him to get to talk to you.” Eggsy admits.
“Clearly he had other ideas.” You nod, a smirk on your lips.
“You think this a funny?” He cocks an eyebrow at you.
“Maybe.” You giggle into your hand. JB and Darlin’ doing circles around the two of you, JB pulls hard the leash wrapped around the back of your legs and around Eggsy legs yanks you forward and into Eggsy. “Did you tell him to do that?” You look from Eggsy whose hands are around your waist, your body pressed to his.
“No, not at all.” Eggsy chuckles, grinning at you. “Brilliant dog though.” He leans down pressing his lips to yours. The two dogs still wrapped around the two of you, keeping you together, Eggsy’s hand around your waist, holding his cup, the other in your hair, your arms around his neck as you kiss him back.
Exhaustion swept through his body as he reached his door and fumbled with his keys. The quiet music he could hear through the door brought a smile to his face as he unlocked the deadbolt. His wife always listened to music when she cooked. Eggsy walked into the apartment, setting his keys on the table near the door that his wife bought after the last time he lost his keys. He turned to walk to the kitchen, expecting to find you there, and froze when he saw you on the floor of the living room, the carpet around you covered in red spots.
"Welcome home, darling," you said, smiling shyly as you looked up at him.
Panic flooded his chests and clutched his lungs as he hurried to your side, his hands running over your body in an attempt to find the source of the blood that surrounded you. "What happened to you?" He spoke so quickly that his words slurred together. "Where is the blood coming from? Are you alright?" His panic faded as his training took over and he rolled back onto his feet, tracing his thumb over the ring on his hand. There was a broken frame on the floor behind you, and glass was scattered through the living room.
"Eggsy," you said, grabbing his hands and pulling him back down to his knees beside you. "I'm fine Eggsy. It was nothing more than me being a idiot."
You watched the fear fade from his eyes as he relaxed beside you. He followed your eyes to the foot you held in your hands and carefully moved your fingers to reveal the bleeding gash in the center. "What happened, love?" Eggsy took the wet cloth from your hands and began to carefully clean the cut.
"Nothing big," you said, somehow managing to successfully hiding your embarrassment as you answered. "It's just a scratch anyway."
"It's a bit more than a scratch." He paused and glanced at the broken glass on the floor behind you again. "Does it have anything to do with the wedding photograph broken on the ground?"
Heat filled your cheeks and you dropped your eyes away from his, focusing on him hands instead. "I was dancing around the living room while dinner cooked," you began quietly. "The music was took loud for me to hear when the picture fell. I didn't realize I cut my foot until I saw the blood all over the floor."
He laughed and tucked his finger beneath your chin, lifting your face until he could look at you. "Lucky thing you married a man that knows how to clean up blood." Eggsy kissed you softly. "I'm going to grab a plaster, you're bleeding all over the carpet."
You’d been pacing back and forth now for what felt like hours. Eggsy wasn’t home. Not yet. Not when he’d promised to be. You understood that Eggsy’s job was important; it didn’t make you miss him any less though. Or, worry any less when he didn’t return on time.
You’d tried your best to stay awake, but soon after midnight you curl up on the sofa and fall asleep. A dreamless sleep greets you, and you aren’t aware of your surroundings until you hear footsteps. Immediately, you are awake.
Eggsy.
Your first thought was Eggsy.
Quietly, you call out his name, and smile when his face comes into view. You run and hug him, all the anger and frustration over his lateness subsides for a moment when he hugs you back.
“You’re late,” you murmur, looking at him with a sad smile.
“I know, Y/N,” he murmurs, “I’m sorry. I hate being away from you. Do you know how difficult that was? To be away from you?”
“I have some idea,” you reply, sighing as you think of all the days he was away from you, “But, that doesn’t matter now. You’re back. You’re here. And, they’re going to have to let me have you back for a while before they can take you away from me again.”
Eggsy smiles, and kisses you on the lips: it feels like heaven. You have missed this.
“I figured out something while you were away,” you murmur, and Eggsy’s facial expressions begs to know what, “I figured out that I know that you’re my soul mate.”
Warning: Swearing? This is almost my very first Eggsy so work with me. This is a test run before I decide if I’m going to add to my blog.
Your thumbs make quick work tapping away on the screen of your phone as you make your way down the quiet street. You snap your gum, your arms laden with bags, bumping into you and each other. The light traffic of the early afternoon mixed with the sound of your ankle boots hitting the pavement as you made your way past the shops. You look up just in time to see the man in a well fitted blue suit, you crash right into, bags on your arms toppling to the ground, spilling out across the pavement.
“Oi, bloody hell!!” Your temper getting the best of you as you squat down to the ground, attempting to put your things back in their bags. “Watch your steps ya?” You snap, lifting your sunglasses.
“Sorry love.” The man drops to one knee helping you.
You look up as he hands you one of the bags, green eyes dance behind dark rimmed glasses, in the afternoon light. One side of his mouth pulled up into a cheeky smile as his eyes skate over you. The other man that had followed the one in front of you out of the shop was standing beside the waiting car. You look up at the shop, a tailor’s, one you’d never been into, a curious shop by the looks of it. Kingsman, was stamped across the display window, you slipped the bag up your arm.
“In a hurry?” You blink trying to come back from the reeling feeling you got looking at him.
“Never in such a hurry to not help a lady in need.” He chuckles, looking down as his hand closes around something red and lacey that laid half out of its bag. He gives you a cheeky grin, as you snatch it from his hand shoving it into hiding.
“Gentleman keep their eyes front.” You flush putting the bag on your arm.
“Let me.” He stands quickly, before putting his hand out for you. Slowly you place yours in his, he pulls you to your feet. The two of you staring at each other, that one sided grin on his lips, your hand still in his.
“Eggsy, we have to go.” The other man clears his through looking down at his watch.
“It was a pleasure running into you.” He shakes your hand slowly.
“Watch your steps, crush someone else ya?” You nod, slipping your hand from his. He bends down quickly once more, straightening up holding your phone.
“Yours?” He tips it towards you, a smirk on his lips.
“Thank you.” You take it, rolling your eyes at him. He knew he was cute and that was bad news with boys like that. You shake your head slowly as he steps out of your way, you continue your way down the pavement.
“Merlin.” Eggsy smirks watching you go.
“Yes Eggsy?” The voice clicks in as you chance a glance back over your shoulder at him.
“Find out who she is.” He grins at you before turning and getting into the car.
“Why?” Merlin questions him.
“I’m going to ask her out Merlin.” He grins as the car takes off.
Can you do 85 with Eggsy please? (And a guest appearance by JB if that's not too much to ask) you're the best and I adore youuu 😙
The sun was rising when Eggsy finally made it home the night before. He had climbed stiffly into bed beside you, kissing you softly before lying on his back and closing his eyes. His breathing had been shallow, but he didn't answer when you questioned him, and you let him feign sleep until it finally overcame him. You stayed in bed while he slept, reviewing your files with JB curled at your feet.
"Are you sure you're alright?" you asked him as you traced delicate patterns across his shoulder.
He had been telling you about the day before when you interrupted him. Eggsy grinned, although it was strained. "I'm sure, love. Nothing more than a few bruises. Lancelot was there to keep me from getting into trouble, and Merlin pulled us out before things got too rough."
It was obvious he was lying, but you simply kissed his forehead and stood up, crossing the room to where JB lay by your desk. You set your files on top of the others and sat on the ground beside the pup, his tail wagging wildly when you began scratching his ears. "Roxy has never been able to keep you out of trouble, Eggsy."
"Well, until I can take you out on missions with me, I’ll always get in a bit of trouble, but Roxy does what she can." He strained to push himself up by his elbows, watching you from across the room, a longing in his eyes, and you turned your attention more fully to the dog. "I've never been jealous of that dog before, but I haven't seen you in days and he seems to be getting more attention than me. It would be nice to kiss my girlfriend."
"I'm not going to be sympathetic until you go see a doctor," you said, rubbing JB's stomach as he rolled onto his back next to you. "However insistent you are that you are fine."
Eggsy sighed in defeat, dropping himself back to the mattress, and you looked up at him from the sweet dog by your side. "Would you look at my ribs, my sweet doctor?"
A small smile lit your face and you stood up, JB whining when you did. "I saw the bruises when you changed this morning, Eggsy. Your ribs are, at best, bruised and more likely broken." You sat on the bed beside him as he struggled to pull his shirt over his head and ran your fingers gently over the deep purple bruises that covered his chest. He flinched when you reached his left side and you cringed. "There's an ice pack in the freezer. Pick out a movie, you're stuck in bed until tomorrow."
"At least I have the most stunning doctor in England to take care of me."
