Eggsy Unwin

Let Me Teach You A Lesson

Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Eggsy’s Point of View

I make my way over to the usual table on the patio at the coffee shop and plop down in the seat in front of the pretty (c/h) female.

“Hey there (y/n),”

I winked causing her to smile with a shake of her head.

“Hi Eggsy.” I smile at her and nervously bit my lip.

“What’s wrong?” she asks as I fiddle with the collar of my polo.

“Well, remember I work at Kingsman?” I start and she nods.

“Well the company is holding their annual ball this Friday…and I uh, was wondering if you could be my date. Only if you want to!”

I quickly add in a slightly louder tone causing her to laugh. She nods quickly with a huge grin.

“Yeah I’ll love to go with you!”

“Really?”

I blink in awe at her smiling and sipping away at her iced coffee.

“Really!”

Your Point of View

I twirl in front of the mirror as if I was a teenage girl all over again getting ready for prom. Which is kind of funny and nostalgic since Eggsy was also my prom date back when we were in high school. Although, we actually didn’t go to prom due to his financial issues, instead we dressed ‘pretty’ and went out to a diner and had a movie marathon back at my place. But honestly I couldn’t ask for anything more, it was perfect, and prom is totally overrated anyways.

I scoff and look over to the cheap plastic crown sitting on top of my shelf, besides we won prom king and queen, I thought as a placed the dusty cheap plastic crown that Eggsy got from the dollar store on to my head. In all honesty it looked a little stupid, with the beautiful flowing (colour) dress and the perfect curls pulled over my left shoulder. Suddenly the doorbell rang, erupting me from my mirror daze.

I carefully take off the plastic crown, setting it back to its original place before bounding down the stairs. I all too excitedly swing open the door to come face to face with the handsome Eggsy decked out with his fitted Kingsman suit, classically slicked back hair, topped off with those thick dark rimmed glasses he sometimes wear.

“Well aren’t you handsome,”

I shyly smile while pulling on my heels. The blonde flashes me his famous grin and winks.

“I can say the same to you, gorgeous.”

With that he swept me off my feet and escorted me to the Kingsman ball.

It was simply awful. I wish I never came.

Was I being a little dramatic? Why yes, maybe just a smidge I huff, taking yet another swig of alcohol. I down my third cup of the night and rest my chin in my hands, eyes never once leaving Eggsy’s tall stature on the dance floor.

After entering the stupid ball never once had Eggsy looked my way, or yet even talked to me, hell he hasn’t even been in a 3 meters radius of me since we got here hours ago. A heavy sigh escaped my lips and I drop my face into my hands, I should’ve seen this coming. But there I was hours ago thinking that maybe I would have a chance of Eggsy even thinking about maybe being more than friends, never have I felt this self conscious as I was now.

I bitterly laugh at the pathetic being I was as I remember how incompetent I was compared to any other living female that walked this damned planet. Shaking my head to clear the on coming hot tears, I flag down the bartender for another drink.