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One Year of the 100: Favorite Female Character → Lexa

#that moment when you realize that there were so many signs in the first lexa scene #signs that she was the commander #that look she shares with gustus #the references to the commander #the way she tries to play the innocent and scared girl #now it’s all so obvious

anonymous asked:

top 10 Kim Daily? I need Kim Daily in my life

Top 10 Kim Daily 2k15

1. Because that sun and that city is my kind of Namjoon aesthetic.

2. Because Namjoon dimples + B&W + hotel beds, I’m not okay.

3. Because this is either ‘I’m a drugged rapper’ look or ‘I gave up on how I look for college lectures 4 months ago’ and I love them both.

4. Because this is where you get lost under the city lights and Namjoon takes you on an adventure and you better believe you aren’t going home without a kiss goodbye.

5. Because beanies and black and Namjoon should get married now.


7. Because aesthetic game was stronger than Jimin’s vocals.

8. Because Namjoon + Miles Teller is heaven. Also, this song is my JAM.

9. Grey aesthetic aka. Namjoon why are you at a workhouse? aka Namjoon, can I get lost in your drawstrings? 

10. This, because smiling Namjoon in hotel hallways and those legs and I don’t know what’s the most distracting thing in this picture.

Bonus : PinkMon. Because every Namjoon post needs one. what? a post without pinkmon? lmao bitch you thought

and everything just got really … quiet. and i don’t do well with silence. or change. three times in six months i’ve found myself surrounded by boxes. and that’s just the thing, is that nothing really stays the same, you know? and getting angry won’t stop it. no amount of bloody knuckles or aggression will make it go away. i have to learn to be okay with change. i have to learn to unpack. and i’m working on it. i’ll keep working on it. i’ll learn to be okay.

I Hate Missing You~Jeon Jungkook

Part 1

Part 2

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Another couple of weeks passed and you have gone from fine to completely done. Polly was a mess, and Jungkook seeemed to be ignoring you, pictures of him a few female idols caught you eye. Of course you knew, more liked hopped, he wasn’t doing anything with them. But ever since the pictures went vrial he hasn’t tried to talk to you. It was always you checking up on him, and you were getting fed up with it. His band mates were talking to you more then he was, expecially Jimin and Jin. Every morning they had sent you morning text updating you where they were and how Jungkook was doing. Today was the day the brought up you coming on tour. Polly would stay with your mother but you weren’t sure if you boyfriend even wanted you there.

“Y/n you need to do this. You’re both miserable.” Jimin speak making you groan as you chew on your lip. “Jin-hyung I’m right aren’t I?” His question made the oldest boy agree, his head moving and up and down. Skyping your the only logical way for both of the talking to you where it won’t get jumbled.

“He’s right, you need to come met us here.” He says making you shrug, he gives you a glare. “Y/n, come on. We miss you too, this isn’t just for this kid but for us too!”

“Should I tell him? I mean I’m going to be on a pl-”

“Prentend you want a break!” Jimin says with a evil glint in his eye. Your mouth hang open as Jin look at the younger boy. “What dont look at me like that!” Jimin say to the both of you as he sighs. “Okay here the reasoning, you said he hasn’t been talking to you with out you messagung him first, the whole femeale idol shit that happene-”

“Nothing happened there.” Jin cut off when he saw your paniced face making Jimin shake his head.

“No,no, no, no Y/n he loves you.” His words made you nod aa you pet Polly who was sitting in your lap. “Just say you can’t take it anymore, the relationship being like this. That you hate mossing him. And then don’t reply, or answer his calls or ours unless its me or Jin on skype.” You sigh as you look down at rhe puppy. “If you do come we have a ticket for Japan that leaves in two days. 48 hours… you think you can do that?” His question lingered in the air. “Just think of what his face will be like.” At the you look up and nod.

“Just make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.” You whisper before syaing your goodbyes. “You can do this.” You mumble as you pull up your messages to him.

You: Hey, so I don’t know how to say this.

Seen 10:45pm

Kookie: What is it babe? Do Polly eat something of mine?

Seen 10:55pm

You: No, it doesn’t have to do with the dog Jungkook.

Seen 11:03pm

Kookie: Then what is it? Isn’t it late back home? You should be asleep, baby.

Seen 11:07pm

You: Okay, I just have to say this. I don’t think I can do this. I dont think I can handle not seeing you for months, I don’t think I can handle you calling me panicking anynore. Jungkook I love you, I love you so much. I miss the way you held me while we slept, I miss the way you would sing to me when I had a bad day. I miss your freaking voice and hearing it every single time I woke up. I miss waking up on the weekened to the smell of burnt food, because you wanted me to have breakfast in bed. I miss you. I hate missing you, I shouldn’t have to miss you. But I do. And I hate it. I don’t think I can do this anymore.

Seen 11:10pm

Kookie: Babe no, you don’t mean that.

Kookie:you don’t mean that, you love me. You even just said it. If you love me dont let me go please.

Kookie: No, no,no. Please I get a break soon, I’ll be home soon please don’t so this.

Kookie: Y/n please no, I need you. I need you like the air I breath.

Kookie: Baby, pick up your phone.

Kookie: Why?! Why won’t you stay? Why won’t you keep loving me? I love you to the stars. Please.

You hated doing this, but it felt like something was lifted on your shoulders. You never really said you wanted to break up, you just said you couldn’t do it anymore. That you couldn’t be without him anymore which was the truth, you wanted to be with him. Which was the only lie you were hiding really.

Sugasuga: Wtf did you do? What the actual hell Y/n.

Seen 12:03am

You: I’m not talking to any of you, leave me alone

Seen 12:12am

Sugasuga: Oh hell no. Tell me why the fuck the kid is sobbing into his pillow right now? Why the fuck is he crying your fucking name? What. Did. You. Do?

Seen 12:15am

You: I can’t tell you. Ask fucking jin or jimin. Delet this convo now.

Seen 12:20am

Sugasuga: You better be ready to fix him.

Seen 1:45am

MariChat will have the most frustratingly platonic balcony scene in my whole fandom life
Of Books and Dirty Cash pt 17


Yoongi x Reader

Before you moved to live on campus for college, you had never heard of a librarian who had a reputation for yelling. But not only does Min Yoongi yell, he’s also dangerous, and part of something much, much darker. When curiosity gets the better of you, you end up involved in much more than you bargained for.

You can also read part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

Warning: This chapter has guns and violence, if you are concerned that it might bother you, please message me! I’d be happy to give you more details or a summary of what happens <3 

You could hear sirens outside. The florescent lights were blinding in the building, especially after being outside. A police officer walked over to you, kneeling down so he was level to where you sat. He was young, a little unsure. He was also the first person to take you seriously. 

“My name’s Jay.” He said. “I just looked over the form you handed in. It says you have hard evidence?”

You nodded. When you walked in, you had tried to talk to the lady sitting behind the counter, and she had handed you a piece of paper to fill out.

“Fill it out and bring it back up. We’ll take it from there.” 

You had tried to tell her it was important, and she had given you a blank stare until you took the clipboard. 

“You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?” Jay looked sympathetic, and you nodded again. “Look, I’m going to take you into the back and ask you some questions–”

“I want full immunity.” You interrupted, and Jay gave you a small smile.

“You’re not in any trouble. Reporting a crime isn’t committing one.”

You shrugged. “Some of the things I tell you might be incriminating, I don’t know. I want full immunity.”

Jay sighed. “Okay. Wait here, I have to talk to my supervisor.”

It wasn’t long before you found yourself in a room with a one-way mirror, sitting at a table across from Jay and another officer. The women looked bored as she looked at you, the files you brought in with you sitting in the middle of the table.

“I’m sure you understand, we need a recording of what you tell us for the court—“ Jay started, and the women rolled her eyes.

“Quiet, new kid.” She snapped at Jay. “Now you,” She said, looking you dead in the eyes. “You better have a good reason to be here. It’s a felony to report a false crime.”

You fidgeted nervously, hands clasping and unclasping. “Before you look at the files, I want to explain myself.”

“That’s fine.” Jay said, giving you an encouraging smile as he ignored the glare his supervisor gave him.

“I never meant to get involved with any of this. Not gangs, or mafias, or whatever it is that I’ve recently found myself in the middle of.”

“Get to the point.”

You cleared your throat. “I wouldn’t have done this if I thought there was any way around it, so I’m hoping you won’t make me regret that decision. This should count as probable cause to arrest them.” You pushed the files towards the two officers. “I just want to be left alone. I want to know that the people I care about aren’t in danger because of me.” Your thoughts were going a mile a minute, and the silence of the room felt deafening. Would Yoongi forgive you for this? Would he understand that you didn’t have a choice? No, probably not.

Jay opened the file on top and his eyes widened. “How did you get all of this?” He asked. His supervisor finally looked mildly interested and took the paper from him.

“It’s a long story, but I don’t think you need to know that to arrest them.”

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Jon x Sansa: The Heartache Cure

Summary: Jon finds Sansa in a rather precarious position and Sansa finds herself in desperate need of his trousers. 

Dedicated to @amymel86 for the dialogue line!

“I never thought I’d hear you say that.

Sansa rolled her eyes. “Oh, grow up and take off your trousers.”

“Me grow up?” Jon scoffed, and she could practically see that damned crease between his brows even though he was facing away from her, and god if it didn’t infuriate her more. She watched him move towards the door. “You know asking me to take off my trousers isn’t a reasonable request, right?”

“I’m aware,” Sansa ground out. “But this is not a very reasonable situation and I am not above wrestling those trousers off of you.”

There was a moment of silence before Jon laughed. “Oh, I’d like to see you try.”

For half a second, Sansa seriously considered foregoing her propriety and tackling the arrogant arse into the ground, but then she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of the thankfully closed windows and sighed. This was all Margaery’s fault. If she hadn’t gotten Sansa drunk on tequila – ‘a remedy for heartache, Sans; trust me’ – she wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place.

“Thought so,” Jon snorted, the amusement clear in his voice. “The way I see it, you’re at my mercy here and I really don’t see how I would benefit from taking off my trousers.”

“Are you always this much of an arse to everyone or am I just special?” Sansa groaned. Of all the people she’d have to run into today, it had to be Robb’s best friend, the one man on campus that hated her and wasn’t afraid of her brother.

“You’re just special,” Jon chuckled, and she watched him as he leaned against the wall, still facing away from her. “So c’mon then, offer me something in return because I think the quad is getting very busy right now.”

Sansa growled, trying to channel the level of aggression her dog had for strangers, and hoped Jon understood just how much she hated him right now. “Ugh, fine! What do you want?” There was another long pause before Jon poked his head out of the room, causing Sansa to start panicking. “What are you doing! Jon, I swear to –”

“Shhh, I hear someone coming,” he said urgently.

Sansa immediately quietened and waited with bated breath. If someone caught her here with Jon, she was going to kill Margaery. She was going to stab her best friend with a dull butter knife and feel absolutely no remorse.

“Okay, shit, okay,” Jon exhaled as he shut the door and swiftly turned around. As soon as he did, his eyes widened and his hands flew up to shield them. “Sorry. Fuck, I forgot. I swear that wasn’t on purpose!”

“Shut up. What’s going on!”

“It’s Joffrey.” Even in the darkness of the room, Sansa could see Jon’s muscles tighten and she wondered why that was, but then the reality of the situation came falling back down on her and she sucked in a deep breath. Jon nodded. “Yeah, this is bad. I think he’s looking for you.”

“How does he even know I’m here!” Sansa cried out, running her hands frantically through her hair.

“I don’t know. I don’t know,” he replied and sighed loudly. “But here, okay? Just forget about the favour and put some clothes on.” Jon began to unbutton his shirt and threw it at her before stepping out of his trousers and doing the same.

It was absurd to be openly gaping at Jon considering how she was currently naked and her ex-boyfriend was walking towards them right at this second, but Sansa stood rooted to the spot, taking in the sight of her brother’s best friend. She’d always known Jon worked out, but she had no idea he was this… well, this fit. Rippling abs, broad shoulders and that tapered waist that made her mouth go dry. Fuck, why was she even thinking about this?

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[June 6] Happy Birthday, Akira Mado!  ヾ(*ゝω・*)ノ

640 x 1136 phone wallpapers (click for a higher resolution)

Doing Victoria Ying’s supercool color challenge, ‘cause I gotta do some personal art in between all this client work or I’ll go crazy!

Red for #7daysofcolor, featuring Star-Lord. Follow me on Twitter for more timely updates on this challenge~


Ugly Duckling 

Imagine: Gladys “Juniper” Jones is the twin sister of Jughead. The two are pretty similar; they dress alike, act alike, and overall are definitely twins. One day Juniper decides to dress a little more outside of her comfort zone, and faces the harsh repercussions. 

A/N: Om my god, I love Riverdale so much. Jughead is my smol bean that I will protect at all costs! Honestly, though all the characters are so great (looking  😏) and I can’t get enough. I have already fallen head over heels for this fandom and have decided to write an imagine. This is going to a multi-part fic, with some Reggie action because honestly, Reggie is just precious. This part doesn’t give him some good light, but just wait and it will get good.

Veronica places a small piece of cloth on my lap. I hold the shirt at arm’s length and examine it. It is very small. Holding it against my chest it doesn’t even reach my belly button. “I’m not going to take no for an answer,”

I scrunch my nose looking at my reflection. “It’s kinda small,”

“That’s the point,” Veronica rests her chin on my shoulder. I lock gazes with her reflection. A sigh escapes her lips. “Okay, here,”

She pulls a denim jacket from her closet to pair with the shirt. Betty chimes in from her spot on Veronica’s bed. “Now we definitely aren’t taking a no,”

“Fine,” Betty and Veronica squeal simultaneously.

~ ~ ~

The next morning I stare at the front of the school apprehensively. Should I even go in? I pull at the hem of the crop top that barely grazes my belly button. I release one last breath and walk into school. Heads turn as I walk past and I receive many incredulous stares.

“DAMN!” Veronica and Betty are at the end of the hall walking over. Veronica scans my outfit. “Juni, you’re so hot!”

I can feel the heat creeping up my neck. Betty takes me by the shoulders giving me her signature warm smile. “She’s right, Juni! You look amazing,”

“Juni is that you? You look so hot!” Kevin walks up and pushes Betty aside to get a good look at my outfit. “If I wasn’t gay you’d definitely be on my list,”

“Thanks, guys,” I adjust the strap on my shoulder and head down the hall. The other fall in step behind me. “I’m just worried what Jughead will think,”

“You didn’t see him?”

“Not exactly, I’ve kinda been avoiding him,” Veronica slaps my shoulder. Just then the first bell rings and I back away from the group. “I’ll see you guys later!”

For the remainder of the day, I get other compliments along the lines of ‘you look great’ and ‘nice outfit’. Some guys were a little more outright and said ‘you look hot’ but I appreciated the compliments nonetheless. It’s weird to see the reaction after changing from my normal attire of jeans and a t-shirt.

Since Jughead is working on the Blue and Gold with Betty and will be out late, I have to catch a ride with our friend Archie. My gaze is on the floor as I amble down the hallway towards the locker room.

“Hey, Wednesday Addams!” My body tenses when I hear the familiar nickname. I quicken my pace trying to flee the situation. My hands clench into tight fists.  “Guys, I don’t think twisted twin here heard us,”

Chuck and his Goons quickly surround me and corner me against a locker. Chuck’s gaze travels across my body sending chills down my spine. “Nice outfit,”

No words come out of my mouth. Unlike my brother who has a way with words, my brain short circuits in situations like these leaving me mute. “Too bad you’re just an ugly duckling thinking she can be a swan,”

The laughter from the group of guys surrounding me sounds like hammers against my skull. My heart pounds against my chest and my breathing quickens. “You know what, though?”

Chuck leans on the locker beside me so that his face is only millimeters from mine. “Do you like maple syrup?”

“You would really get with trailer trash like that?” Moose furrows his brows staring at me like I am just dirt under his feet. I swallow the lump in my throat. Please, just go away.

“Here’s the thing about trash. You use it once and then throw it away,” The guys erupt in laughter patting Chuck on his back for his clever word-play. I use this moment as a chance to break away.

I run to the boys’ locker room only a few doors away, hoping that Archie is still here. The locker room is oddly quiet when I walk in. “A-archie?”

When there is no response I realize that I’m alone. I lean my head back against a locker and sink to the ground. Tears roll down my cheeks. I bury my head in my arms rested on my knees. Why was I stupid enough to dress like this?

“Juniper?” I jump to my feet as Reggie emerges from behind a locker. He looks at the tears on my cheeks which I wipe away with the sleeve of my jacket.

“What? Are you here to finish off the job? Tell me I am delusional for thinking I could ever dress nice, could be anything other than trash you will throw away? I think your goons got that covered,”

I storm out of the locker room. My body hits something hard. Jughead takes my face in his hands holding it up for inspection. “What happened?”

“J-juggie. I-I just couldn’t d-do anything,” I choke out between sobs. Jughead buries my face in his chest rubbing my back. I soak his shirt with tears.

“It’s okay, Junie. I’ll fix it,”

Part 2


Rafael Barba made it a habit of coming home late. Not that you usually minded, you knew how important his job was and made it a point to hide your disappointment at your frequently cancelled plans. Tonight was different. In the past few weeks, you’d been feeling out of touch with your friends. The recent work assignments you’d been allocated had kept you incredibly busy and away from your support network.

Rafael smiled as he climbed into bed beside you. “Cariño, how was your day?”

“Fine,” you said dully, not looking up from the book you were hiding your face in.

“Is everything alright?” Rafael asked, concerned by your lack of enthusiasm. Normally you’d have pounced on him with your contagious smile by now.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” you tried to deflect his question with one of your own.

“Nice try, cariño. Talk to me. What happened?”

“It’s nothing, Rafael. It doesn’t matter.” You’d kept your nose buried in that book.

“Sweetheart, if it matters to you, it matters.” He put his hand on your arm and gently pulled the novel out of your hands. “Por favor, cariño. I hate to see you like this. Let me help. Digame (tell me).”

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You Don’t Do That!

Reader: 18+

You were currently in the shower, Jamming out to your favourite song before going to your brothers to Massachusetts for a hunt. Cas has been AWOL, Not answering any prayers you three threw his way, So you stopped waiting for an answer months ago.

You turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around you; Turning off your music before you walked to your room, Your wet feet colliding with the smooth floor, Feet marks following behind you.

Once inside your room, You made your way to your drawer; Picking out a pair of panties before dropping your towel and drying the remaining damp skin. You slid on your panties, About to pick out a bra before a deep voice stopped you.

“So (Y/n), What did come first? The chicken or the egg?”

You whipped around, Shrieking while covering your bare chest.

“Get out! Out!!” You threw the towel, But he dodged and knocked over your lamp, Causing it to shatter.

“(Y/n)!? What’s wrong!? Your brothers knocked, But eneded up barging in.

“Cas?! What the hell-?!”

Your brothers eyes land on you, Half naked. 

“What the hell Cas?!”

“I was just asking (Y/n)-”

“You don’t just appear in peoples rooms Cas! Especially when (Y/n) is half naked!!” Your brothers covered Cas’s eyes, And dragged him out.


Once clothed and ready, You walked out of your room, Going to get your broom to clean up the shattered lamp.

You go into the kitchen, Your brothers whispering to Cas before laying their eyes on you.

“Cas has something to say (Y/n)” Sam stands up, Pushing Cas in front of you.

“I apologize (Y/n). It was unkind of me to appear in your room like that. I promise it will not happen again.”

“And??” Dean tries to coax him further.

“And- And I’ll clean up the mess and buy you another lamp.” Cas gives you puppy eyes and you sigh.

“It’s okay. Here.” You hand him to broom and dustpan, Watching as he takes it and walks toward your room.

“You sure you’re okay (N/n)?”

“I’m fine Dean. It’s not like he saw me fully naked. It was an accident.”

“He saw you half naked” Sam adds, And you roll your eyes.

“It’s fine Samuel. So when are we leaving?”

“20 minutes tops. So go pack up.”

So I’m doing a new thing.. I want to start tagging people! So tell me if you guys want to be tagged in anything! :D

@nickiwinchester97 @winchesters-favorite-girl


We’re in this together.

anon, you are 100% speaking my language. dear god, this prompt bit me in the ass and would not leave me alone. so here, enjoy. (if you don’t, feel free to write a Stern Letter or ask for something else.) thank you for prompting me! it was so fun

(it’s egobang; i’m a basic bitch, to no one’s surprise)

Dan has gotten frighteningly good at this whole “suppress your gay crush on your best friend” thing. He makes concessions to the considerable part of him that wants nothing more than to straddle Arin and kiss him until they both sees stars—if only because if he doesn’t, he might actually explode. He lets his eyes wander to Arin’s biceps, his shoulders, the way he nudges his glasses up his nose, his hands; he tucks himself into Arin’s side when they record and hugs Arin as often as he can justify; he even jerks off thinking about Arin sometimes, though he’d never admit it. That’s straight up scumbag territory. It’s all a delicate balancing act, between sexual frustration and self-loathing. 

He keeps himself in check mainly through two thoughts: 1) he’s straight, you creep, and 2) he’s married, you creep. Arin would never return his feelings, and Arin is his best friend. He shouldn’t go ruining that just because he’s horny. (It’s not just because he’s horny. But he’s ignoring that.)

Of course, Arin manages to throw all the rules out the window, without even trying.

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Beer Pong and Powdered Donuts

prompt: A’s been arrested and is waiting handcuffed to a bench in the police station, B is there to deliver donuts and can’t help giving A one

prompt by @writing-prompts-list

Originally posted by archiegifs

Request: Being Kevin’s sister and dating Veronica 💜💜

A/N: I hope it’s okay that I put this in an imagine instead of a “would include”, if you’d like me to make a list just let me know :)

A/N: Also, I’m sorry I haven’t been posting lately, I’ve just had a lot of homework load. Still have to work on it all weekend, but I found sometime to write tonight <3

Word Count: 770



Night air swept across your face. Cold metal dug into your wrists. Your face was highlighted by the red and blue light flashing above you. 

When the car pulled up, the wind got stronger. Your hair whipped around you. The Riverdale Sheriff’s office.  You were going to be in so much trouble.

The police officer grabbed your cuffs and hauled you towards the front. As the large doors opened, your brother rushed towards you. 

“y/n what the hell!” Kevin’s blue eyes glimmered, “Dad’s going to kill you! What did you do?”

It was a simple party. At someone’s house that was trustworthy….

Okay maybe simple wasn’t the correct word. But never-the-less what you did wasn’t that bad.



The music was booming so loud you could feel it in your feet. People laughed all around. Red cups were being passed around, beer pong was being played. Striding over to the table, slinging an arm around your girlfriend. “Hey Ronnie” Her face beamed, her arm slinging around your waist, “Hey babe, want to join”

You shook your head, “I’ll join in a minute, I’m gonna get a drink” You smiled at her before disappearing back into the crowd. Sweaty people dancing surrounded you before you were passed a drink.

Two hours later, after 4 rounds of beer pong, you and Veronica were lying on the couch, her head resting on your chest. Your hair was splayed on the couch, veronica’s manicured hands playing with it. “you know…we should probably get home…”

“mmm” she hummed, “But I’m so comfy…”

“I know…if I’m not home soon my dad will start looking”

She sighed, “okay..I’ll stay here though..make sure Archie doesn’t do anything stupid”

You slid off the couch and kissed her forehead. “See you tomorrow”


Tomorrow. If you were let out by tomorrow.

“Oh my god Y/n! Dad’s going to kill you. You went to a party, make out with Veronica, then drive a car drunk?!”

“Shh Kev…”

His eyes widened, “You didn’t tell him yet!”

You looked down. “How am I supposed to? His son is gay, what would he do if he found out his daughter was too?”

Kevin just looked at you solemnly.

Not even a minute after, the doors flung open, raven hair flew around. 

“Y/n? Kevin? What the hell happened” 

Veronica rushed towards you two, Kevin taking the queue to leave, probably walking outside to go find Joaquin.

Two power donuts rested in a Tupperware that was peeking out of her purse.

She looked at you sternly, monitoring the scratches on your face, “What happened after that party?”


You opened the door to your car, and slung the seatbelt across your body.

With your hands at ten and two, you jumbled around for your keys in your pocket.

The engine started, you pulled out of the driveway, but next thing you knew, you saw bright red and blue lights. Your foot slammed on the break so quickly, that the next thing you saw was the stop sign.


Her hand rested on the side of your face, eyes calculating. “if you crashed, why would they take you here?”

You looked down, “I was drunk, and didn’t stop the car”

“Yes, but your father is the Sheriff, wouldn’t you get let off?”

Shoes clacked along the tiles on the floor.

Speak of the devil.

“Y/n..” You looked up, Veronica retreated her hand from yours.

You father stared at you, disappointed. 

“I’m sorry dad…I just really wanted to go this party..”

“Don’t tell me you went to that party for some boy. I know Kevin might have an influence on you, but if its going to be with anything just don’t let it be his choice of men”

He cleared his throat.

“You’re off the hook. Luckily you didn’t do much damage to the car, or the stop sign. We’ll talk about this at home” His eyebrows furrowed as he walked off, saying goodbye to you and Veronica. 

“well..” Veronica started, “that was sufficiently awkward”

She reached into her purse to grab the container. Flipping the lid off, she handed a powdered donut to you.

“I came as soon as I can but I thought I’d get the chef to make some powdered donuts, I know they’re your favourite” You smiled at her, but it was wavering.

Sure, you should be happy that you were off the hook, but you were scared. Not only had you gone to the party, didn’t stop for the cops, and got drunk, you also had something huge to tell him, and you weren’t sure he would take your girlfriend lightly.

Coming Out

Shepard: Come on Kaidan, just do it.

Kaidan: Shut up John. *sighs* okay. here goes.

*calls mom*

Kaidan: Uhm mom?

Mommy Alenko: Kaidan! oh son I’m so glad you called. how are you? did you-

Kaidan: Hold on mom….there’s something I want to tell you. remember what you said about…me…finding….someone.

MA: Oh my. oH MY! kaidan. im so proud of- who’s the lucky lady?

Shepard: *nearly bisexual laughter*

Kaidan: Uhm yeah..about that mom. it’s…uhm. it’s Shepard.


Kaidan: Uhm mom? still there? are you mad or-

MA: ARE YOU KIDDING ME? TIME TO CRACK OPEN A COLD ONE MY BABY KAIDAN IS A QUEER. wait till your aunt hears about this. wait wait, so are you on top or are you the bott-

Kaidan: Uhm mom…

MA: Just kidding! now go on baby, you and John are probably busy doing stuff. i love you! go easy on the commander.

Kaidan: *clears throat* Well. That went horrible.

Shepard: Now that everything’s out in the open, wanna go and eat what my mom made?

Kaidan: What did she make?

Shepard: Me.

Kaidan: Hehe. I’d be happy to.

Shepard: And please, don’t go easy on the commander.

No One Knows Part 6

Pairing: Eggsy X Reader

A/N: I mean… I really have no words



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Originally posted by laquing

Eggsy called Roxy first, knowing she was most likely back from her mission in Brazil. She answered after exactly three rings, sounding completely fine and not at all like she had just spent a week toppling a rising warlord.

“Roxy!” He shouted as he jogged after JB who was most likely on Bean’s trail.

“Ow, hello Eggsy. No need to shout.”

“There is every fucking reason to shout! Tilde hit Bean! He fucking ran! He’s not in my house, Rox! I need your help!”

“I’m on my way,” She said before hanging up. Eggsy took a sharp turn to follow JB into a park. He was not going to call Y/N and tell her her son was missing. He was already going to have to tell her Tilde smacked the kid, the last thing she needed to worry about was her son disappearing.

JB stopped to sniff the ground before trotting away again. Eggsy slowed, following the pug closely, anxiety bubbling through him. He stopped suddenly when he heard a soft sob. He listened quietly for the sound again before looking around at a bush. Small shoes were peeking out from a small area between where the bushes met.

Eggsy moved closer and crouched down to next to the small area and there was Bean, hiding his face in his arms with his knees pulled to his chest. Relief flooded through him, but he still felt like his heart was breaking for the kid.

“Bean?” Eggsy said softly. Bean peeked out from under his arm, tears still brimming in his eyes. “Hey, it’s okay… Come here.” Bean moved towards him and Eggsy wrapped the boy up in his arms, thankful he wasn’t gone for very long.

“She hit me,” Bean whimpered quietly. Eggsy stood, holding the boy close just as a car pulled up. Roxy immediately got out of the car, her poodle following close behind. Once she saw the boy was safe, she relaxed.

“I’m so glad you’re both okay,” Roxy said as she approached. Eggsy rubbed at Bean’s back as he made his way towards Roxy’s car.

“Can you take us back to my place?” he asked, opening the door for JB and Roxy’s poodle, which she named Armani. He got in the front with Bean hugged tightly to his chest. Roxy got into the driver’s seat and drove them back to Eggsy’s home. He carried the little boy inside while Roxy followed. He comforted him, gave him something sweet so eat and assured him that he would never ever ever see Princess Tilde again. Bean looked up at him with wide eyes, tears still ready to fall whenever the boy wanted.

“Are we gonna tell mum I ran away?” Bean asked quietly.

“Well… I probably should, but I think it’s more important we tell her Tilde hit you,” Eggsy said, looking nervously at Roxy. She nodded at them both, a grave look on her face.

“That would probably be best. Should I call her?” Roxy asked. Eggsy gave her a tight lipped smile and nodded. With that, she left the room, Armani right at her heels.

Eggsy sat next to Bean, the adult waiting for his impending doom in the form of a very angry mother and the kid sympathizing with him. They waited together in silence until Roxy came back inside. She only poked her head into the house.

“I’m going to go pick her up from the hospital,” She said before she disappeared again. Eggsy looked at Bean, making a funny face. The small boy smiled, but it still wasn’t big enough, so Eggsy continued to make faces until the boy had forgotten why he was sad in the first place. He gently ran a hand over Bean’s head, ruffling his hair affectionately. Eggsy wrapped an arm around the boy, lifting him up and bringing him up the stairs to his room. He set the boy on his bed before he showed him all his cool, relatively safe Kingsman gadgets. Though probably not a good idea, but Eggsy didn’t care. Bean looked happy to be seeing some cool secret agent shit.

“So, are you really a spy?” Bean asked, looking up at Eggsy excitedly.

“Yeah, but you can’t tell your mum.”

“What about Ms. Roxy?” he asked.

“Her too,” Eggsy said, moving to sit next to the child on the bed. Bean flinched when he heard the front door downstairs slam opened, but Eggsy just sighed. “Stay here okay?” Bean nodded and Eggsy left the kid, shutting the door behind him.


Y/N slammed the door open, fear coursing through her. She didn’t know what had happened, but when Roxy called saying things about they had an issue with Bean, she panicked. She looked around inside, not seeing her son before she moved forward, Roxy behind her. Eggsy came down the stairs then and she looked up at him, worry and panic in her eyes.

“He’s okay. He’s upstairs,” Eggsy said, shame clear on his face. Y/N looked him over, confused now.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Let’s… talk in my study,” Eggsy said, gesturing away from the stairs and back further into the house. Y/N followed him to a room overlooking the backyard. There was a large desk and a bookshelf. She looked at him confused. Eggsy sat at the edge of his desk, antsy and nervous and she was sure she had never seen him like that before.

“Eggsy?” she asked, but he didn’t answer.

“Tilde… Tilde smacked Bean on the wrist,” He said quietly, not looking her in the eye. It was like time stopped, Eggsy holding his breath and Y/N trying her hardest to process the words he had spoken to her. She blinked at him slowly before she felt it. Rage, pure red hot rage was coursing through her veins until all she saw was red.

“She did what?”

“She slapped his wrist for grabbing her ring,” Eggsy replied quietly.

“Where is she?” She demanded. Eggsy got off the desk, raising his hands up in a surrender motion.

“I told her to get out, love. Please, calm down. I took care of it,” Eggsy said quietly.

“Calm down? CALM DOWN? YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN SOME WOMAN YOU HAD HERE BROUGHT A HAND DOWN ON OUR CHILD?!” She shrieked, not even bothering to stop her voice from raising. Eggsy tried desperately to shush her, but she grabbed one of the books off the bookshelf and threw it at him. He smacked the book away from him with ease, which only made her angrier.

“How DARE YOU TELL ME TO CALM DOWN?!” She continued, grabbing another book to throw at him.

“Y/N, please. He’s just up the stairs-” He was cut off by her throwing a much thicker book his way. He ducked out of the way and it smashed through the window. Eggsy looked behind him at the broken window, surprised before looking back at her just in time to dodge another two books.


“You keep saying our child. What do you mean, our child?” he asked, looking confused.


“Hey! I did not let her hit him!” He defended, having to dodge some more books. It took him a second before what she was saying finally sunk in. “Are you fucking saying that Bean is actually mine?”

“OH MY GOD, YES EGGSY! HE’S YOUR FUCKING SON! HE LOOKS JUST FUCKING LIKE YOU!” She shrieked, tears starting to fall from her eyes.

“That entire fucking time you were talking about me? How I left you? How I was the reason you named him Gary? Are you fucking serious, Y/N?!” Eggsy said, voicing rising into a shout by the time he finished.

“You NEVER came back! You looked for me for maybe twenty minutes before you moved on to a FUCKING Princess, Eggsy!” She stepped back when he advanced on her.

“I searched for you before me and Tilde even started dating! I looked for you for months! No one was willing to fucking talk to me! Like I had the goddamn plague! I went to your fucking parents!” He shouted, backing her into the bookshelf. “They said you were fucking better off without me! That you had fucking moved on without ever even breaking up with me!”

“You went to my parents?” she asked, tears still falling down her face as she got quiet.

“Yes! They told me you fucking got married! That you hadn’t spared a second thought about me at all!” Eggsy was downright furious. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me I’m the father?”

“You weren’t around! I was doing just fucking fine on my own!”

“You work a damn strip club, Y/N! How the fuck is that doing fine?” Eggsy snapped. She shoved at his chest to get him away and moved towards the door.

“Fuck you! I didn’t have to tell you anything! And I still don’t! Because if you haven’t noticed! Bean has grown up without a father for five years and he certainly doesn’t need one now!” She shouted, wiping her eyes.

“Wait, you’re not fucking keeping him from me after telling me I’m the father!” Eggsy shouted, anger turning into fear.

“Yes I am! You don’t get a say!” With that, she exited the study to go upstairs and grab her child, but stopped when she found him on the stairs. His eyes were watery and she immediately knew he had heard everything. She wrapped her arms around him and lifted him on her hip. Roxy was standing in the living room, her eyes wide as Eggsy came up behind the two of them. Y/N turned to glare at him before she grabbed her purse and stormed out of the house, her son looking over her shoulder at his father’s heartbroken face.

“Mum, but…”

“No, Bean. I can’t… We have to get home…”

“Mum, you’re crying…” Bean said quickly as he turned to look at her face. She wiped her eyes and continued on walking silently.


Eggsy sat on his couch slowly, eyes flitting about the room, but not actually looking at anything. Roxy sat next to him carefully, face contorted in concern. She gently put a hand on Eggsy’s shoulder and he looked at her.

“Did you know?” he asked, knowing she was much better at deductive reasoning than he was.

“Yes…” Roxy admitted.

“How long?” he asked, dropping his head to his hands.

“Since we first met them, I had an idea. He looks like you, Eggsy. But I got her to admit it a week later.”

“Why am I only finding out now? It’s been two months…” Roxy gently rubbed at Eggsy’s back soothingly.

“We’ll fix this, Eggsy. She can’t stay mad at you forever. Even about this.”

“Okay…” he said, but he sounded defeated and Roxy couldn’t tell what was worse. The look of hopelessness on his face or the dead look in his eyes.