stop sitting around

Figure out what you want to do with your life and just do it. Dedicate a separate journal for you to write down all of your goals and detailed steps towards achieving them. Stopping sitting around and half arsing your way through things because you can’t seem to find any direction, because seriously guys, life is what you make it and sometimes you need to get up and force yourself to do the things you know will benefit future you. Things like I’m Still Young or I’m Too Old are out of the question, no matter how old you are, what you study or where you study, use the time you have right now to hustle. I mean really hustle.  Because you don’t want to look back and say you should’ve worked harder, trained harder, tried harder, thought harder, fought harder. Don’t give yourself a reason to have regrets later on in life. 



also 💁✨ jasper wears brand name~~~~

anonymous asked:

So if we somehow magically went full-on socialism, stateless, classless, workers owned means of production, etc. What's stopping all the able-bodied people who just want to sit around and contribute absolutely nothing and just consume?

have you ever fucking sat around your house and done nothing all day for days on end, no neurotypical is gonna do that shit. it’s fuck miserable. besides we’re so efficient as a society most of us don’t even have to work tbh, but thats neither here nor there.

what stops yall from just sitting around at home and not doing your fucking dishes? lmao you don’t get paid to do them? what stops yall from sitting around at home and not eating? you don’t get paid to eat. what stops yall from sitting around and not doing your laundry? you don’t get paid to do laundry?

like come on your question is absolutely fucking absurd. neurotypical and abled people dont fucking sit around all day, it’s definitionally neurodivergent, it’s literally a mentally ill person thing or a disabled person thing, get the fuck outta here lmao.

people get BORED AS FUCK if they aren’t doing /something/ and you know what? we can redefine what that something is, because under capitalism a lot of people’s jobs are just busy work we can automate or eliminate entirely, and allow them to do things they’d rather be doing, for some people that’s teaching, for some people thats playing video games, but tbh people already make ungodly amounts of money playing video games so you shouldn’t exactly act as though this is a shock that there would be more jobs available to all people.



Again, you know who you are to be blamed about this…

Emos Assemble!!!

My fellow depressed souls,

We can all agree that My Chemical Romance has been gone for way too long. It’s time for us to stop sitting around and constantly complaining about it on the internet and finally do something about it. Welcome To The Black Parade is a song we all know very well and the lyrics give us the perfect opportunity to show the band that even when they’re gone the memory carries on, right?

It’s impossible for us to meet all in one place, so we should do a video of us singing this masterpiece dressed in our favorite black colour or in MCR t-shirts with flags of our countries behind us.

I’d prefer you to meet in as big groups as possible and sing Welcome To The Black Parade together.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t sing, it doesn’t matter how it sounds, the only important thing here is the message we will send to the boys that even after all this time, we still got their backs.

After I put our videos together to create one huge video, we’ll post in on Twitter and YouTube or any other social media and we will try to get it to boys.

If you would like to participate in this project, just message me so we can discuss the details.

Unfortunately, this message probably won’t reach those that actually need to read it, but some of you people on here that are in these broadway fandoms are extremely toxic towards other people on this site.

Honestly, I’m ashamed to even be in the same fandom as some of you because you’re so disrespectful towards others.

Everyday, I’m more and more discouraged from just being on this site because of some of you.

Everyday, I lose faith in humanity because of some of you.

Kindness is so under appreciated. Respect is so under rated.

me @ myself: stop sitting around for an hour asking if yourself if you should shower and brush your teeth and go through your facial routine if it could’ve already been done in the time spent thinking about it

Theory/Analysis Time!  - “Look Who’s Back”

Ok everybody. sit your asses down on the ground right now. I know ya’ll are hyperventilating right now and trying to get a coherent thought out besides hellish screeching, but ya gotta listen. I  got a really good ass theory and analysis for you, especially on the final bullet point.

So pretty much the entire fandom by this point has seen the latest Jacksepticeye video. But for the few who haven’t, Anti’s made one hell of a reappearance.

Well, lets get some points across.

   1.) Anti has been in control for almost an entire year

Hear me out on this. Anti specifically said

  • “You thought you had him back” 
  • “I’ve kept control…all this time.”

Tell me, when was the last time we had a major appearance of Anti like this? When did he have complete control?


Last Halloween was when he had complete control. It’s been almost an entire year since we’ve seen him. Last year, people were making assumptions that Anti could still possibly be in there. He could’ve still been in control. That it could just be all an act on his part. THEY WERE RIGHT.

Anti fooled us. He made us think we were safe, that he was gone. He was still there. That enire time, he pretended to be Jack - and we BELIEVED him. He’s not only a psychopath - he’s a manipulative, strategic, intelligent psychopath. He’s as manipulative as Dark….possibly WORSE.

He even stated; 

  • “I’m done with playing pretend. I’m SICK of it.”

It’s scary, isn’t it? How scary it is that one man can act so well, that we don’t even realize it’s a fake? I can’t tell which is worse. The fact that Anti has been in control for an entire year - or the fact that he made us BELIEVE and TRUST him.

                   2.) The Egos want/need our help

You heard Schneeplestein and his statements before Anti took over.

  • “SAVE HIM”
  • “We have to depress Anti”
  • “Get him OUT”

He wants our help. He was BEGGING us for it. Hell, if Chase was here, I’m sure he’d be begging to.

The “good doctor” can’t save Jack, no matter how hard he tries. Only we can, so they’re begging us what Jack begged us to do a year ago - but we didn’t.


                        3.) Jack’s alive, but hurt bad

There’s no doubt about that. He’s alive, but he’s hurt. The egos wouldn’t be here is Jack wasn’t still fighting. Schneeplestein was even saying;

  • “I will not have you die. Not AGAIN”
  • “I almost lost you ONCE BEFORE”

Anti also said;

  • “I wonder what will happen to your favorite boy next time”

That proves Jack IS still alive. He’s still in there somewhere…and Anti is having a grand ‘ol time torturing him.

And finally - the elephant in the room.

4.) Can Jack still be Saved?

The simple answer - yes.

Jack CAN be saved still. We just have to stop sitting around and help him, even if it’s just a simple picture of us breaking him out or a song/poem for him to keep on fighting. We GAVE Anti this power. Who says we can’t take it away and hand it over to someone else?

Take note of his words;

  • “You wanted him back so badly? Than why don’t YOU save him?”

He didn’t state it in past tense, or stated that we killed him. He’s stating that we can still save him if we wish.

And maybe he wants us to do that. Maybe he wants to prove how much in control he is - when he truly isn’t. Which comes to my final point


Did you notice how angry Anti was? Yes, he hates being mocked (which somewhat proved my last theory to be true, lol) but I don’t think that’s just it.

He stated so many times that “I’m in control” and that “They follow ME.” He was so angry, so repetitive, so antsy. It’s like he was trying to reassure himself that he was in control, or maybe make us BELIEVE he is in control when he really isn’t.

Remember, we GAVE him this power. He wouldn’t even BE HERE today if it wasn’t for US, none of the egos would. Like I said before - we can easily give power. Who says we can’t easily take it away? 

That’s the reason why Schneeplestein asked for our help when he couldn’t save Jack.

Because WE’RE in control.

We’re the Septic Army dammit!

We stand by Sean through thick and thin!

We can’t and WON’T let Anti win.

We can STILL save him.

We can save them ALL.

We just have to try.


Peace and Quiet

Pairings: Bellamy / Reader

Warnings: Swearing.. general… 

AN: Still not much to say really. Building myself to more regular posts from one a week to two a week and so on. 

Love you all and your messages keep me strong. xx

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You weren’t far enough away from the walls to be in danger you were after all still within range of the guards in the tower. What you’d needed though was peace, a breath of air that wasn’t filled with shouts, demands and instances that she do something for them.

When you’d come down to Earth all that time ago you’d been on of the few who thought of it as a blessing. The sudden quiet and lack of noise on the surface was your idea of heaven. But now with the arrival of the Ark and the setting up of Arkadia the noise was back and your head felt like it was about to break apart.

Letting your head fall back against the tree you’d sat under you stared up at the sky, mottled with the leaves of the tree. The sky was peaceful, smooth and unchanging today. You wished desperately to share in that peace.

“Y/N? What are you doing outside of the walls?”

You closed your eyes at the voice intruding in your quiet. You weren’t stupid, you’d known that someone would follow you outside, that you weren’t going to be able to be free for long. You’d hoped though that you would have had slightly longer.


“I heard you the first time Blake” you muttered refusing to open your eyes though and look at him. “I’m in the range of the guns after all”

“Not the point Y/N” Bellamy said flatly he’d come even closer and his shadow blocked the sunlight from your face and finally made your eyes open to look up at him towering above you. His features were shaded from the sunlight shining around him but you could imagine the frown on his face. Were in fact very familiar with the frown he could get on his face when he looked at you.

“Blake this is the only 30 minutes I’ve found this whole week to be on my own and sit in silence. Don’t you dare ruined this for me”

“You couldn’t find quiet within the walls?”


Bellamy sighed and moved out of the sunlight dropping down beside you leaning his arms on his raised-up knees and staring back into the camp. “It’s not been easy for you has it?” he asked, he’d framed it as a question but in reality, it wasn’t, it was much more of a statement.

“What exactly?”

Bellamy sent you a look that you knew meant he knew you were simply trying to avoid the question and that you did in fact know exactly what he was referring to.

“The Ark arriving, the camp being set up here and us all being brought back into the life here”

One corner of your mouth turn up in a small smile. “Well then no” you answered “none of that has been… we can stay with easy”

“Aren’t you happy to see your family again?” Bellamy asked with a curious tilt to his head. “Your father?”

“Would you be happy to see the man who locked you up? The man who threw you in jail knowing that in 6 months time you’d be floated?”

“Well when you put in that way”

You’d upset him, that much was obvious from the tightening of his shoulders and the fact he was no longer looking at you but staring back out into camp. Watching the movement of the guards as they patrolled the fence.

Sighing you reached out and nudged his shoulder. “Sorry, I’ll dial down the sarcasm. It wasn’t meant for you Blake” he didn’t look back at you but the tension did bleed out of his body. You stayed leaning against his side slightly as you joined him in watching the patrol of the guards along the perimeter of Arkadia. “sometimes I wish we could just go back to the drop ship. Back to when our biggest issue was dealing with grounders and finding enough food. It was almost easier that way”

“You’re not the only one who misses that”

“Is that an admission Blake?” you teased “are you actually agreeing with me on something?”

“It had to happen eventually”

You laughed softly as his arm wiggled out from where you were leaning and wrapped around your shoulders holding you into his side

“All this politics again Blake. I thought I’d escaped it when I got arrested. Thought I wouldn’t have to deal with all the scheming and back stabbing anymore”

“You’re a former councillors daughter Y/N you were always going to be involved”

“Even when I don’t want to be”

He looked down at you again this time an ironic twist to his mouth “especially then”

The two of you lapsed into silence again after that simply sat together watching. His arm around you like this and you resting against him would not be a sight that all in camp were happy about. More specifically your recently arrived father. Marcus Kane had not been impressed to find out his daughter had decided to ‘take up’ with the man who shot the chancellor. Unfortunately for him the moment he had let you be arrested and taken to the sky box was the moment he had lost all control and influence over you forever more.

He seemed to think that he could pick up exactly where you had left off on the Ark. Like nothing had happened and you would simply fall in and follow his rules and edicts perfectly. He had been in for a shocking surprise. You were not following his rules and in fact were breaking more than a few.

“How long are you going to keep escaping?”

“That depends”

“On what?” he sounded suspicious, not that you blamed him for that. “Y/N on what?”

“How long my father continues to be an obnoxious asshat”

You could see that Bellamy tried and failed to hide his smile at your insults towards Marcus. “Ass hat?” you simply shrugged as Bellamy sighed rubbing a hand over his face. “It could be a while then if you’re waiting for that eventuality”

“Why Blake are you admitting my father is indeed a superior fucking idiot?”

“In some regards, yes” Bellamy’s face turned worried. “They don’t understand this earth that they’ve arrived on and they’re treating us all as children whose opinions don’t count. Never mind the fact that we’ve been here, living here, surviving here for all this time”  

“We have to find a way to get the others out of that mountain Bell” you pulled away from him now, instead wrapping your arms around yourself. “For once I’m in agreement with Clarke. We need to start putting together a plan an acting on it. Not sitting here like lemons waiting for them to attack us”

“Like lemons?” Bellamy snorted “You are full of metaphors today”

“Bell please… tell me the truth here. Tell me you agree with me”

He sighed eyes finally moving away from the fence and turning back to you. There were dark circles under his eyes that hadn’t been there a few weeks ago. A faint trace of lines that extended from his mouth revealing a tension that never quite left him.

Eventually he nodded once. “I agree with you Y/N of course I do. I hate having our friends trapped in there with us powerless to know what’s happening. I’m as stuck as you though in trying to help them. What do we do? What do you suggest we do? We have no weapons, no allies and no way of knowing how to go about even getting close to mount Weather”

“I suggest that we stop sitting around doing nothing” you snapped your temper starting to fray. “I suggest that for once Clarke may be right and we need to listen to Lexa. We need to find a way to work together”

“You want to work with the grounders?”

“I never said ‘want’” in fact it was on the very bottom of the list in regards to what you wanted to do. Unlike Clarke you didn’t trust Lexa one bit. She would do what was best for her own people and if that meant selling out the sky people invaders than she would do it without the least bit of hesitation. You could almost respect her for that, the unflinching way she would hurt whoever needed to keep her people safe.

“You know you’re more like Kane than you’d ever want to admit Y/N”

“Take that back right now Blake” you warned, eyes narrowing. When he simply smiled you elbowed him sharply in the side rolling into his body until he had no choice but to lean onto his back with you getting on top of him. “I am not like my father”

“Actually you are” he lifted his hands to frame your face pushing away hair that had fallen there as you leant over him. “You’re strong Y/N, your impulsive and you have this way of making everyone around you feel important and like they’re needed. You’re a leader and its why you end up running away out here, because people won’t leave you alone”

“I’m no leader”

“You lead me” he whispered twisting without warning so you were the one underneath him now. “I would follow you anywhere, into hell if necessary”


He smiled softly “We’ll find a way to get them out of Mount Weather. All of them. I promise”

“I believe you” you admitted arms going up and around his neck. “You know I came out here for some peace and quiet. You interrupted that”

“Oh, how shall I make it up to you?”

Smiling you pulled him down closer to you “I can think of a few ways”

His answering smirk to your words was hidden by your lips connecting together and peace reigned in your mind once more, this time though of a very different kind.

Settle Down || Jack Maynard

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summary: where jack’s unsure if he can finally commit

word count: 1026

A/N: this is my first imagine on here sorry if it sucks bskdfj also sorry for third person the next one won’t be xx

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It was never easy for Jack to settle on just one girl.  It wasn’t in his nature. He thrived on the attention he received, he prided himself on always being the friend to pick up the most girls on the weekends. He was the infamous player; it was a reputation he didn’t think he would ever be able to shake. And he didn’t know if he wanted to. What was the fun in that?

But then there was her. There was something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. All he knew was that she was absolutely alluring. Maybe it was the way her hair framed her face, and her constant efforts to tuck loose strands behind her ear. Maybe it was the fact that he couldn’t walk by a flower shop without remembering how enticing her scent was on the night they first met. Maybe it was that she was one of the few people who could genuinely make him laugh until his stomach hurt. Or that she was the last thing he caught himself thinking about before he fell asleep each night.

Worst of all, he knew exactly how she felt about him. Too many shots led to accidental shared secrets behind her slurred words last Friday night.  She couldn’t remember a thing that happened the next day, but her announcement was on repeat in his head.

“Jack,” she whined, cupping his face in her right hand, a drink in her left.

“Yes, (Y/N)?” He smiled.

She pursed her lips slightly before she continued.  “You know that you’re one of the only guys I’ve ever loved? I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.  I really do love you.”  

He took a deep breath before responding.  It wasn’t exactly what he was planning on hearing when he walked into the club that night.

“You don’t mean that, (Y/N), you’re drunk,” he answered, gently pushing her arm to her side, trying to reason with her.

“Yes I am, but yes I do,” she answered, giggling up at him. “I know it’s stupid of me to.”

In that moment, his heart stopped.  The contents of his drink almost spilled out from shock. He didn’t know what to do, or what to say.  He evaded the conversation by excusing himself to the bar.  He ran his fingers around the rim of the glass, trying desperately to process what (Y/N) had just confessed.  Her? In love with him? Sure she didn’t think Jack was good enough for her.


For the next few days, Jack went back and forth with himself for hours.  He knew he had always felt the tiniest bit of something for her, but he had never come to full terms with it.  There were always new girls waking up in his bed, new numbers in his phone.  He didn’t have the time to think about his love for (Y/N).  Was it love?  Maybe it was.

To be honest, he was scared out of his mind. It was the first time in years that he was nervous about the potential of being with someone.  He hadn’t thought about having a girlfriend for what seemed like forever.  He was busy having too much fun to be caught up with the drama that comes with relationships. But he couldn’t forget what she told him.  Her words may have been slurred but the sincerity in her eyes was there. She was in love with him.

“Is she worth giving it all up for?”  Jack thought, sitting at his desk, distracting himself from getting any work done. What if it all went sour?  It would be time and a friendship that he could never get back.  He didn’t think he could make her happy.  At some point, he would be bound to to mess it up.  He was scared of ruining her.  It would kill him if he were ever the reason she was unhappy.

But what if it all worked out? It would be weekends out where he couldn’t play his usual games, he would only be allowed to dance with (Y/N).  It would be giving her all of his attention whether he liked it or not. He would finally have to put someone else before himself.

He knew he couldn’t sit in the same room with her and pretend he didn’t know how she felt.  Rather, he knew he couldn’t keep pretending that she wasn’t everything he had once described as someone he would want to end up with one day.  Her humor, her drive, her compassion for everyone around her. She was selfless, something he wasn’t.

All the times she had been the one to take care of him when he could hardly stand without ever asking for anything in return. When she was the one who remembered the smallest details about him that even his brother forgot. Or seeing how she interacted with his family when he introduced her for the first time. When he realized he was terrified of hearing her call any other guy hers.  

He imagined everything his friends would say if it actually happened.  The Jack Maynard settling down with just one girl? They’d never let him live it down.  It was a rarity he showed any bit of emotion, and he was about to do a complete 180.  

It was now or never.  If he didn’t stop sitting around contemplating what to do with his feelings, someone else would see how breathtaking she was before he could get the chance to tell her how he felt.

The hardest part was trying to put it all into words.  He must have typed, deleted, and retyped everything a thousand times.  Sentences turned to paragraphs and yet nothing was coming out just how he wanted. In this case, maybe less was more. Maybe he didn’t need a novel to say it in just the right way. His thumb grazed over the ‘send’ button, rereading it once more before gathering up enough courage to press it.

“(Y/N), I know you don’t remember telling me, but I love you too. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to realize.”

Hide and Seek - Batfam x YoungerSibling!Reader

@hevymetalbrokemychemicalromance asks: “Omg! Could we PLEASE have more younger!sibling reader? The Damian one was too cute!”

Warnings: swearing, if I missed anything please tell me :)

a/n: this took me forever, I’m so sorry @hevymetalbrokemychemicalromance. But I finally did it, and I really like how it came out and I hope you do too! As always, I can re-write if you don’t like it.

Y/N Kyle got a proper introduction to her family after meeting her beloved brother Dami. It was standard knowledge that everyone adored her. She became Gotham’s little princess overnight, although even at the age of 3 she insisted that being Gotham’s Wonder Woman would be much better. Her brothers undoubtedly adore her most, they spend most of their free time around the young girl as she brings a carefree feeling, which is refreshing to the four vigilantes. However, there is a stressor that she applies, and that is her ability to utterly destroy her four brothers in a game of hide and seek.

“Count to 300! You have to count to 300!” Y/N shouts at her brothers, who are all currently towering above her.

“How about you count to 300 this time and we hide, Little Bird?” Dick asks, as he bends down to become eye-level with the green-eyed girl. He prays she’ll accept, he’s so tired of having to hear Jason brag about how he always finds her first. At his request, Y/N stares at her eldest brother, staring him straight in the eye, blue meeting green in what appears to be a war of wills. It was clear that she would not be searching for her brothers.

“Okay, okay Little Bird, we’ll look for you.” Dick says, as he gets up and huffs a bit. He can hear Jason chuckling under his breath next to him, and he briefly considers punching the man.

“What is it, Grayson? Scared of a little 3-year-old girl?” Jason taunts, his face showing the infamous smirk he was known for.

“Yeah, you try looking her in the eye, Little Wing. It’s fucking terrifying. She’s already becoming Bruce. Or worse, Selina. It’s literally like looking Damian in the eye when you don’t let him get a hippopotamus for Christmas, but worse. So much worse.” Dick whispers, as Y/N is occupied playing with Tim’s hair.

“Oh dear god, she’s already mastered the stare? I mean the stare?” Jason asks incredulously, somewhat terrified that the darling little Y/N was growing up to be like her father already, but really they all developed The Stare™ shortly after entering the billionaire’s life. Dick just nods his head, confirming that she was developing her version of The Stare™, which she would more than likely use on criminals one day.

“Grayson, Todd. Stop gossiping about my sister and prepare yourselves to play hide and seek, it should be more difficult this time. Apparently, Y/N has found approximately 6 new hiding spots in addition to her old ones.” Damian states, to which his brothers both groan. If surely would be more difficult to find her.

“Wait, tater tot, how did you figure out she found new ones?” Jason asks, as he observes the room for any possible hiding spots.

“She told me, Todd. Because I am very clearly her favorite brother.” Damian answers, a smug and proud look upon his face that screams ‘I’m-fucking-better-than-you’. Jason lunges at Damian, attempting to grab him by the collar of his shirt.

“Listen here tater tot, I’m her favorite.” Jason claims, as he hears Dick scoff from behind him. The latter comes into view, shaking his head as he exclaims “No, you two, I am obviously her favorite. I let her eat cereal for dinner!”

“Well I’m the one who takes her for ice cream whenever she wants.” Jason insists. This was an ongoing theme between the brothers, debating and often fighting over who was dearest little Y/N’s favorite. A few windows had been broken due to this argument.

“You fools, I’m her favorite because I’m teaching her animal care and because I’m her actual brother.” Damian jests, he was always boastful of the fact that the two shared blood.

“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean? She doesn’t love any of us because we’re not related? Try again.” Dick rebuts, shaking his head and frowning at Damian.

“No, she doesn’t love you because you’re all. Literally. Fucking. Crazy.” A deadpan voice states, and the three brothers spin around to find Tim, who holds Y/N on his shoulders as she plays with his hair, putting it into a ponytail, then taking it out and ruffling it, and repeating the process again. Y/N giggles at the sight of her brothers all being disgruntled messes.

“Down! Down, Tim!” She exclaims, letting her brother know that she wanted to be off of his shoulders. Once on the ground, Y/N pushes Tim towards Jason, Dick, and Damian, who she makes sure are all in a line before donning a serious face that her brothers can just not take seriously.

“Listen! We awe going to play hide and seek now. Count to one-hundwed and covoy yoy eyes.” Y/N orders, as she paces the floor in front of her line of brothers. She still couldn’t pronounce R’s.

“Yes ma’am.” Jason declares, as the boys all split up, heading to four different quarters of the Manor, while their sister remains where she was.

“And 100.” Tim whispers, finishing off his count of 100, as he knew his brothers were doing as well. He was bound and determined to find her first. Whoever found Y/N first was declared “Best Brother of the Week” and got a little plastic princess tiara and an official certificate, which was a drawing Y/N made that was specific to that week’s winner. He wanted those prizes, it had been 3 weeks since he had them. Jason had managed to stay on top for those 3 weeks, finding her first each and every time. But that would change, Tim would be the one to find her.

Damian stalked the halls, searching in every little nook and cranny that he thought his sister knew of. He was going to win. He was going to prove to Grayson and Todd and Drake that he was the favorite and the best brother. He already knew he was the favorite and best, but he needed something to rub in their face, and the tiara, which he claims to not wear but does in every moment alone, and certificate were just that thing.

Dick looked in odd places, places that a child would very clearly not go. He was in the kitchen at the moment, checking cabinets and drawers. He knew it wasn’t likely, but his baby sis was tiny, so maybe she’d be there? He then searched the Cave, before remembering that Y/N was nowhere near tall enough to change the hands of the grandfather clock. And now he was putting his acrobatic skills to good use, as he dangled from the chandelier in the entryway to get a grand view of the surrounding areas. And yes, yes he did sing the Sia song while he was there.

“Y/N, Y/N c’mon out.” Jason says softly, urging his baby sister to come out of hiding. With him he carried two ice cream cones, licking away at one and saving the other for Y/N. Most times when Y/N saw that her big brother Jay had ice cream, she’d purposely make noise for him to find her. He always found her regardless, he knew where she was before she made the sound, but Jason was dramatic and so was Y/N, so he always played along with her game. Oh, and the ice cream really made her overexaggerate how he was just the “bestest brother in the whole wide wowld” and he lived off of that shit. However, today the little girl was nowhere to be found.

“Where is she, I promise I searched everywhere! Everywhere!”

“Her ice creams melting, she wouldn’t ever let that happen.”

“Guys, I’m starting to get worried, none of us have found her.”

“If my sister is lost on account of you idiots not doing your job well enough, I swear to whatever god is listening that I will kill you all.”

These were all comments that could be heard coming the living room of Wayne Manor. It had beem three and a half hours. Three and a half hours and they hadn’t found Y/N. Pride and arrogance dissipated into worry and fear. Sure, it wasn’t at all possible that anyone could’ve gotten in and taken her, but could she have hurt herself? Getting lost in the manor was easy, as was getting injured.

Jason and Tim paced the floor next to each other, as Dick ran frantically around the manor, moving as fast as he could, while Damian was searching the surveillance of the house to see if he could trace where she went, but after heading into her closet, which they had checked and she wasn’t there, she was nowhere to be found.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jason shouts, before punching a throw pillow that had been resting on the nearest couch.

“Bruce is going to kill us.” Dick mutters, his breath coming out short from both running and fear.

“God, we’re fucking idiots.” Tim groans out, as he rests his face in his hands.

“Stop sitting around and wasting time! We need to find her. We need to.” Damian orders, but his voice cracks at the end, and the tears welling up in his bluish green eyes are visible.

“Hey, hey listen. We’ll find her. We’ll find her Damian.” Dick says, as he pulls Damian into a short-lasting hug.

All four hearts practically stop beating as they hear a door open. In the door is their father, who is visibly confused as to why his sons are huddled together, looking a complete mess.

“What’s going on here?” Bruce asks, surveying the situation carefully. He looks at his boys, who all have a mixture of worry and guilt plastered on their faces.

“Bruce…we were, ah, playing hide and seek with Y/N like we always do on Saturdays. And…and…we can’t find her.” Dick takes the liberty of explaining, his voice descending decibels until he ends on a whisper, quickly wiping the few tears that were falling from his eyes.

For just a moment, a tiny moment, Bruce looked ready to end the entire world, destroy everyone and everything in his way, but then there was a look of calm. And to shock everyone, he cracked a genuine, albeit small, smile.

“Why the fuck are you smiling, old man? Our sister’s lost.” Jason croaks out, he’s not crying, but he’s not okay either.

Wordlessly Bruce brushes past his boys, walking into the living room where he drops the briefcase he was carrying, sheds the suit jacket he was wearing, and walks over to the fireplace mantle. The boys stare in confusion as their dad runs his hands along the crown molding of the mantle, and then stare in even more confusion as a small piece of the wall slides up to reveal a scanner, which Bruce uses to scan his eye.

Suddenly, a 4 foot tall, 3 foot wide section of the wall raises up, revealing Y/N, who promptly runs out screaming of excitement about her father being home.

“Daddy! Daddy, daddy! You found me! Daddy’s the best! Daddy’s the best!” She exclaims, as she hugs Bruce’s legs, before he picks her up.

Bruce looks at his sons, who are all very clearly shocked as they had forgotten about the emergency hiding place set in plan for Y/N, shaking his head and smirking a bit as he walks past them, saying only one thing as he heads to the kitchen with his daughter,


when they won’t respond to your texts, stop texting them.

when they won’t return your calls, stop calling them.

when they stop coming around, don’t sit there and question what you did wrong when you’ve done nothing wrong.

when they walk away, don’t beg them to come back.

don’t chase after them.
don’t plead with them to care about you.

don’t let them make you feel inferior because your love was stronger.

don’t let them make you feel like you were wrong for loving them.

remember that your worth is never tied to a person who can’t see how amazing and wonderful you are.
remember that you are still valuable. you are still important. you are still worthy.
you are not unworthy because someone else didn’t see your worth.
you are not ugly because someone else didn’t see your beauty.
you are not the value of someone’s opinion who left you.

Good Enough

Originally posted by kths

“Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing I did right. You’re the one thing I did right.”

Summary: You and him were two complete opposites from each other… You were just the maid’s daughter, but him on the other hand was a celebrity… Girls practically threw themselves at him just to gain his attention… He could choose any girl… but he chose you..

Part 1 is here~ 

More parts:

Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15 // Part 16 //



Why couldn’t life be easier for my mother and I? Why couldn’t we own a huge house, have furry coats and spend money on unnecessary things? If only we had that option… But however by the looks of things we won’t get there until a miracle happens..

I truly believe that everything that we do and everyone that we meet is put in our path for a purpose. There are no accidents; we’re all teachers - if we’re willing to pay attention to the lessons we learn, trust our positive instincts and not be afraid to take risks or wait for some miracle to come knocking at our door.

Maybe this point in my life was just a lesson.. A lesson to teach me to be grateful in life… but grateful for everything I own. 

My two priorities at this point in time is go to school and two help my mother out with the hotel. No I’m not forced to help my mother to do anything but my mother is deaf… who is else is suppose to be her translator? 

Plus I will do anything I can to help my mother out even if that means miss school sometimes… just to get food at least for the day…

The two of us live a room the hotel provided for the both of us that once was a closet… One bedroom I share with my mother.. a bathroom and a small kitchen.. I can’t even bring friends over without feeling ashamed.. 

My whole life is secret… Everyone doesn’t know about my mother or the living situation I’m in.. I would like to ke-

Before you could finish your train of thought, you felt your phone vibrate next to you and looked to your right and see a text from your mother.

You closed your journal and picked up your phone.

Sweetie, can you bring me the box of paper towels to the fifth floor please?

You replied back:

I’ll be there soon~

Without complaining or anything you got up from your spot and made your way to the maid’s closet to get your mother the paper towels she needs and slowly exited out of your room. 

Why is this box so damn heavy? 

You kept wondering as you continued to walk one by one to your way to the elevator doors, you couldn’t seem to see where the hell you were going because of this stupid box.

At this point you could run anyone over and you wouldn’t notice till you hear screaming or something..

Or maybe people here won’t be dumb and blind enough to ignore your existence and be careful.

 You continued to walk step by step till… You felt yourself hit a wall causing you to look to the side and noticed you reached the elevator door. GREAT! Wooow and you thought this was hard..

Piece of cake.

You walked near the button for the elevator and tried to find way to press the button without dropping the box out of your hands… but that seemed impossible. 

Ugh, you groaned to yourself and looked around… 

Why weren’t you social enough to ask for help? 

You sighed and just as you were going to try to reach for the button… You notice a mystery hand press the button to go up… 

Thank you!

“Need help with that?”

Was this person talking to you?


“I said do you need help with that?” the male voice asks but you hated getting asked for help… You were a big girl…

“It’s okay. I got this…”

“Are you sure?”


You heard the elevator doors open and you carefully yet slowly walked your way to the elevator holding the box in your hands till the next thing you know, you felt the box getting lifted out of your hands and the mystery guy was now holding the box…

What is he doing?


You awkwardly said looking at the stranger who had a black pair of sunglasses but a blonde hair and was tall yet skinny. 

The two of you stepped in and you looked at the stranger and pressed the button of the floor you needed to get to and then looked at the stranger.

“What floor?”


Him too?

You backed up against the railing and looked at the stranger. 

“You know you didn’t have to carry the box for me,” you said trying to reach over for the box but you noticed the way he turned his back to you not letting you reach over to the box.

“I got it,”


“You don’t know how to let other help you now do you?” The stranger asked you feeling confused whether you should feel offended or not…

What was a bad thing? 

You were used to doing things for yourself and for everyone around you.. Was it wrong to have that instinct where you assume you are responsible for everything around you?

I sighed and looked at the stranger..

“Sorry.. I mean thank you for the help.. but you really didn’t have to.” You awkwardly said looking up at the stranger and then looking directly at the elevator doors…

This stranger grabbed the box from your hands having no clue who you even were and helped you out..

“What’s in this box anyways?”

For some reason you completely froze and just looked at the stranger not having a clue on what to even say..

“Moving in?” Taehyung asks and you without even thinking twice you nodded your head and he smiled.

“So does that mean I will be seeing you often?” He asks smirking and you just nodded again not knowing what the hell to say..

“Great! Do you want to get some coffee later?” The stranger asks you and you just looked at him and stood quiet..

Speak! It’s not like he’s some hot celebrity or something.. right? 

“Um… I’ll see.. if I can,” You lied knowing damn well you had nothing planned for later.

“Great!” before he could continue off his sentence, the elevator door opened and you stepped out having the stranger following right behind you.

“Meet me at lobby at 5?”


“Good!” He smiles handing you the book and before he went his own direction, he lifted up his sunglasses exposing his blue eyes and gave you quick wink.. 

“See you later,”

You watched the stranger walk off to a side of the hall that had security everywhere. you just rolled your eyes turned around and left go find your mother…

Isn’t that side of the floor for celebrities? What is he doing there? Isn’t he going to get in trouble?

Or was he friends with a celebrity? 

Who knows..


“What took you so long?” You mother began to complain as she did the sign language to you and all you could was just shrug.

“Well the box was heavy, what do you have a dead body in there?”

Without any warning, you mother hits your arm and you looked at her and couldn’t help but to smile. Your mother hated when you acted overly dramatic with her.. but it was all a part of nature… What are you saying?!

“It’s not that heavy if you were able to bring it to me,” your mother signs with her hands and you sighed..

Well you made it to your mother alive because of a stranger helping you out.. 

Should you tell her that?

“Anyways, mom why is there so many security guard on this floor today? I know celebrities are usual on this floor, but what’s the big occasion?”

You asked as you sat down on a random chair from the hotel room your mother was in and placed your feet on top of a table.

Your mother reached over and smacked your feet telling you to get off.

You shrugged and continued to stare at your mother.


“There a big Korea boy group in town,”

“Big korean group? They aren’t that big if I haven’t heard about it.”

You glanced at your mother and again you noticed the way she looked you and smiled.

“Stop sitting around and help me.” your mother signed and you groaned and forced yourself off the chair.

No you and your mother didn’t have a terrible relationship at all, you two were actually quite close.. The thing was you two treated each other as sister sometimes.. but still your mother didn’t take your complaints or your comments serious.. Your relationship with your mother was actually quite good.


“Omma! I’ll be back, I’m going to get us food! Try not to miss me soo much!” You smiled as you wrapped your arm around your mom and as you glanced at her you noticed a smile appear on her face.

What would your mom do without you right?

You grabbed your phone from the table and left the hotel room without saying anything else to your mother.

As you walked to the elevator door you stepped in and quickly pressed the button to head to the first floor and leaned back against the railing slowly waiting for the elevator door to close.

“What should we eat today?” You began to ask yourself as you continued to stare at the elevator doors… 

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even noticed someone even entering the elevator till you began to hear someone clear their throat. 

You shook your head and looked to your left and see a familiar pair of black sunglasses…

“So we meet again,” The stranger says smirking not even taking one look at you..


What is this destiny?

 “I see that…”

“I’m glad you haven’t forgotten.”


“About getting coffee at 5?”

You quickly pulled out your phone and looked at the time causing your eyes to widen.. Shit! Why did you have to go get food at this very moment…

“Oh… about that..”

As you were about to speak, you noticed the stranger looking directly at you causing you to forget how to even lie and you just stayed quiet and sighed..

“Can’t wait..”

You awkwardly said looking away and at last the elevator door opened…


As you two were exiting out of the elevator… You couldn’t help but to wonder why this stranger kept wearing the pair of sunglasses…

What is this his signature look or something?

“What’s your name?” The stranger asks you making you lose your train of thought and you just looked at him.

“Y/N… you?”

“A secret.”

“A secret?” You asked completely confused and he stops and smiles at you.

“If I tell you, I might have to kill you.”

Your eyes widen and you noticed the stranger rise up his sunglasses and give a quick yet simple wink…

What is his deal?

He began to walk away and you continued to looking at him confused but eventually ran after him and caught up.


You two were about to step out of the lobby till… The next thing you noticed, the stranger took one look out the door and stopped and looked at you.

“We should go to the back door…”


He grabbed your wrist and tried to pull you back in the lobby but you removed yourself and looked at him confused.

“What’s your deal?”

“I c-”

The next thing you know, you noticed the group of girls who were standing in front of the hotel screaming right at your direction and without even realizing what the hell was happening, the stranger got a hold of your wrist once again and began to run forcing you to basically run as well..

What the hell is going on?!

Why were you running from girls?! 

Was this why the stranger wanted to go to the back?

As you two continued to run out of the lobby and your way to the back of the hotel, you felt your legs burn and felt like you were having a hard time catching your breath…

Why! Just why!

At last the stranger pulled you into what seemed to be in a closet and closed the door right behind him.

You were about to ask a question but he stops you by covering your mouth and all you could hear was girls screaming and running from the other side of the door.

As the screaming seemed to fade away… The stranger finally lets go out your hand and looks at you.

“What the hell!”


“What the hell just happened?”

He looked at me and took off his sunglasses relieving his whole face to you.

“Now do you understand what happened?”

“Huh?” You were beyond confused…

He looks at you and his eyes widen.

“You don’t know who I am?”

Should you?”

“Um no?”

…. Was this a trick question or something?

“I’m from V from BTS.”


To Be Continued

wyattghouleff  asked:

hello!! u probably already have so many messages, but i was going to request some bill x richie first date hcs?

the more the merrier!

- bill asked richie, much to everyone’s surprise, because richie wanted to ask him elaborately and thought about what he could do for weeks

- bill just stuttered out if he wanted to go to the quarry for a picnic and richie agreed instantly

- and maybe a little too enthusiastically in his mind

- bill brought the pillows and blanket whilst richie supplied the drinks, food and music

- he made a mix tape of bill’s favourite songs and played them loudly from the quarry so when bill came cycling through the forest he could follow the beat of ‘sweet dreams’ by eurythmics until he found him

- “d-d-did you really just bring j-juh-junk food?”

- “no…there’s a couple of apples in here somewhere”

- there were no apples, richie just panicked

- bill and richie already knew everything about each other so they would just sit and listen to the music and talk about homework or the other losers and when they should next hang out together

- richie ends up lying in bill’s lap with him playing with his hair and bill asks him how richie was planning on asking him out

- “was gonna bring a boombox to your window and play something romantic, then throw a paper airplane into your window with the details on the wings”

- bill was already in love

- they eventually decided to stop sitting around and jumped into the quarry water together, holding hands, and fooled around until they were exhausted

- richie then fed bill potato chips whilst bill read one of his favourite books aloud to richie until sunset

- richie kissed bill for the first time whilst the sun went down

- and for their second date, richie recreated what he originally wanted to do for their first date and scribbled ‘meet me at the arcade for date number 2′

- richie always asked bill out with paper airplanes after that, and bill kept every single one of them

                                                               Even if you’re little, you can do a lot, you
                                                            Mustn’t let a little thing like, ‘little’ stop you
                                                               If you sit around and let them get on top,
                                                                                    you might as well be saying
                                                                                            You think that it’s okay
                                                                                                And that’s not right!
                                                                                                  And if it’s not right,
                                                                                       You have to put it right …

From Matilda, The Musical
Adaptation - Dennis Kelly
Music and lyrics - Tim Minchin
Original Author - Roald Dahl
Illustrations by Quentin Blake

Beloved Part 2

I dont know why this happened, but I’m weak, love my baby Violet, and yes, I stayed up until 3 am writing this mkay so feedback would be appreciated. Also please tell me what you think about the donation/commission thing I mentioned before. Thanks!

Taking care of a baby was hard work. Keith was tempted to say it was even harder than being in war. For the first few weeks, Keith and Lance had been terrified to hurt Violet when changing her diaper, her clothes, when bathing her, burping her. Lance had a little more experience from having taken care of his siblings, but it had been a long time since he took care of a baby, so he was still hesitant.

After a few months, Keith got used to it and managed to be a little more confident in taking care of his daughter. Lance’s favorite thing was putting her to sleep and watching her breathe and smile from whatever she was dreaming. Keith’s favorite thing was feeding her because she would place her hand on Keith’s and make the cutest little sounds as she drank her bottle.

Pidge and Hunk were able to create a few soft toys for her to grip and fascinate herself with. Coran had managed to sew blankets together to make a quilt for Violet so she could lay on the floor and work on lifting her head. Allura liked getting the mice to perform for her, watching her purple eyes flit and follow the colorful critters.

When Violet was almost six months old, and able to sit up on her own with a slight support on her back, Keith began switching out with Shiro on missions. The first time he left Violet was the hardest, but he was more determined than ever to get back. When Violet was ten months, she began lifting herself up and standing while holding something for balance. With Hunk’s help, she was given a healthy diet of foods to nibble on. With Pidge’s, she was learning to differentiate colors even if she couldn’t say them.

When Violet turned a year old, a small party was thrown before an attack caused them to leave Violet in a special bunker made to keep her safe while Shiro and Coran stayed behind in the control room with one eye on the monitor in the bunker. That battle resulted in Lance getting injured so badly, he spent the night in the cryopod. When he got out the next day, Keith took him to rest in bed. Before he fell asleep, he asked Keith to marry him. Keith said yes.

Then Violet began walking. And she began talking. Suddenly she was three. Then five.

Now she was six. The team was coming back from another battle and Violet was rushing out of her bunker to hold on to her parents for the next hour. When the team came back, Violet barely managed a greeting to her aunts and uncle. She just needed her fathers.

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Can’t Be Real Final

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader

Request: @rohanwood Idea for a one shot/ series where eggsy & the reader meet outside of kingsman & neither of them know the other is an agent at kingsman. They start dating & each end up walking out on dates bc of missions, but make it work? The other is suspcious but dont have any idea what they’re hiding. Eventually they discover each other at work & angst ensues? & the reader is a legendary sort of myth at Kingsman & no one knows who she is except for high ranking officials like Merlin & (formerly) Arthur?

Warning: Swearing



Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Originally posted by angelic-breeze

Y/N stepped up to him, sliding her pistol back into its holster. Eggsy gave her an easy going smile that made her want to melt. Instead she stopped close enough to be a comfortable distance before she spun on her heel and connected her boot to his cheek in a swift roundhouse kick.

It sent him reeling back a couple feet back into the foliage around them. He staggered on his feet before falling to his ass. Y/N followed him, hands clenched into fists. He looked up at her, fixing the very familiar glasses on his face.

“What the fuck, Y/N?!” He cried, not very silently.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” She hissed, standing over him menacingly.

“Well uh…”

“How the fuck did you know where I was? Who sent you?” Y/N continued, hand on the pistol sitting at her thigh. He raised his hands in surrender, not getting up.

“Kingsman. Merlin sent me. Your glasses is how I knew,” Eggsy explained. Y/N stared at him, her tense posture relaxing. She looked down at him confused for a moment before realization dawned on her.

“Holy shit, you’re an agent,” She said, amazed. He nodded, getting up when he saw she was more relaxed. Y/N glared at him as he stood, rubbing his jaw.

Eggsy looked at her, a bit apprehensive. “You’re not going to kick me again, are you?” He asked. Instead of answering him, she crossed her arms and walked away from him.  Eggsy followed after her, gently taking her elbow to stop her.

“Hey, I thought maybe we should talk about this,” He said. Y/N looked back at him, anger clear on her face.

“What? What exactly could you possibly say to me?” She spat.

“I’m sorry I ignored you. I wasn’t thinking. When I found out you were a Kingsman, I panicked and fucked up everything between us. I don’t want to lose that, not with you.” Y/N just kept staring at him. Eggsy let go of her elbow, shifting under the intensity of her gaze.

“You shouldn’t be here. It’s dangerous and you are not dressed to travel as long as we’re going to be,” She said, her features softening enough to show how much him ghosting her affected her.

“I want to be here. I want to be near you,” He said, not sure what she meant by him not being appropriately dressed, but brushed it off for now. Y/N shook her head.

“You ruined that Eggsy. I’m not interested in someone who was only interested in my body,” She said. She wasn’t being intentionally mean, but damn did that hurt.

“Ain’t me being here enough to prove that that ain’t true?” He asked, giving her probably the most heart felt look she had ever seen on his cheeky, handsome face.

Y/N gestured around them, giving him a pained look back. “What do you want me to say?”

“Just tell me you’ll let me stay with you. I want to prove that I want more than just your body,” Eggsy said, taking her hands to hold. She stared up at him before breaking with an aggravated sigh.

“Fine, but seriously, you need to change.”

“I don’t really understand what you mean. I’m in the bulletproof suit,” Eggsy said, looking down at himself.

Y/N shook her head, laughing a bit. “You’ll see.” She gestured towards her tent so she could tend to the bruise she had left on his face.


The next three days were spent trekking through jungles with a group of people who were surprised to see Eggsy there, fully suited and not at all in the kind of attire to be walking through a jungle.

As soon as they had started, Eggsy suddenly understood why Y/N was so adamant about him changing his clothes. He had shed his jacket, tie and the first four buttons to his dress shirt within an hour and yet he was still sweating. The shirt he was wearing would never get the stains out.

Y/N had allowed him to shove his jacket and tie in her backpack, but she told him she didn’t have anything big enough for him to wear. Though there wasn’t anyone in this group of people that was anywhere structured like he was, he was stuck wearing his dress shirt which he would have to throw out at some point and his suit pants.

Eggsy groaned unhappily as his foot sunk into the third hole, muddying his shoe further. The entire group looked back at him before one man, younger than him, but probably around the same size made his way over to him. The young man smiled at him as he took off his backpack and bent to pull some things out.

“Hi, Eggsy right?” The man said. Ah, an American was with them. Eggsy was sure this was the first time he’d heard him talk too.

“Yeah. And you, bruv?” Eggsy asked, watching the man dig through his bag.

“Chris Tanner,” He replied before giving a quiet ‘Ah-Ha!’ at finding what he was looking for. He pulled out an extra pair of cargo pants, socks and a pair of hiking boots. He handed them over to Eggsy with a smile. “Here. These should fit you.”

Eggsy took them gratefully, smiling at the man. “Thanks.” Before he made his way to some bushed to change out of his ruined suit. The pants and boots fit, but they were a bit snug as his hips were a bit bigger, but Eggsy wasn’t about to complain.

“Are you done?” Y/N called, not visible from where Eggsy was hidden.

“Yeah,” He called back, bunching his ruined socks, shoes and dress pants into a ball before walking out of his hiding spot. Y/N walked to him with her backpack open so he could shove his things into them.

They continued on and even though Eggsy was still getting muddy and wet, he felt more comfortable being so in these clothes. It wasn’t until another day or so had past before they found trouble. Y/N had stopped abruptly and gestured everyone to get low. Eggsy followed suit, crouched low and getting closer to Y/N to see what was going on. She looked at him before pulling her backpack towards her front. She opened it up and pulled out a case that didn’t seem like it should fit there. Inside the case sat three pieces and a whole lot of arrows.

Y/N pulled the three pieces out and assembled it rather quickly before knocking an arrow on the bow string and lifting herself up on her knees. Eggsy did the same to watch as she loosed an arrow that soared through the air and embedded itself into the back of a mercenary’s head. Eggsy hissed through his teeth at the sight of the man fall not ten meters away from the group.

The other mercenaries in the area started, looking around for the culprit that took out one of them. Before the other seven armed men were able to move, three more men were taken down by arrows. Eggsy then pulled out his pistol, ready for the remaining four to descend upon them.

One of the four didn’t make it much closer before Y/N was standing straight up and letting loose an arrow that dug through the man’s neck. Eggsy also stood, aiming and firing his pistol in three rapid shots, watching as the two out of three dropped.

The last man hid behind a tree and Eggsy sprinted to where he was hiding, pressing his back to the opposite side of the tree. Y/N kept her bow drawn and ready while Eggsy made his way to the other side before pressing his pistol to the man’s head and firing.

Once it was clear, Y/N handed her backpack off to him and kept her bow on her back. Eggsy kept her backpack with him since he figured he might as well help her out. The group tried their best not to look at the mess they’d made in order to keep them safe, but Jonah did end up vomiting up his breakfast at the sight of one man who had an arrow through his eye.

Eggsy had rubbed Jonah’s back in comfort while the others avoided looking altogether. The journey away from the little squabble was easier, but Y/N was pushing the group to get further away. They eventually had to stop, all of them sitting around a campfire so they could have some form of dinner. Soup wasn’t exactly what Eggsy would consider as the best dinner, but given that they had to ration, it made sense. Once the group of archaeologists set up their tents and retired to them, Eggsy moved closer to Y/N.

“How’d I do?” He asked, giving her a smug look.

“Pretty good. Besides not listening to me about getting changed. You’re lucky Chris had an extra pair.”

“Yeah, I am. I’m also lucky to have you as a partner,” He said, leaning back on his hands. She looked at him, an unreadable expression on her face. “What?” he asked.

“I just… was thinking about what you said when you first came here.” Eggsy raised his brows at her, signalling her to continue. “You came here because you wanted to tell me that you were also a Kingsman. So why the silence afterwards?”

“I don’t know. I saw a picture of Harry Hart on your wall and I sent a picture of it to Merlin and when he told me who your father was, I left. Then when I found out that you were also a Kingsman, I wanted to know everything about you. You’re literally a fucking legend among the others, you know that right?”

Y/N cringed at him, her nose wrinkling in disgust. “A legend?”

“All anyone’s seen of you is the recordings that get uploaded to your file from your glasses.” She sat back as if to absorb that information. After a few minutes, she looked back at him.

“Did you?”

“Did I what?” he asked.

“Did you think I was a legend?” She clarified. Eggsy shook his head.

“Didn’t think you were real, honestly.” Y/N jerked back in mock offense.

“Was I real enough that night?” She asked, a teasing smile on her face. Eggsy smiled back, shaking his head in wonder at her.

“Of course you were. Bedivere was not, but then suddenly you were and you are the same person, so I admit to being wrong.” Y/N rolled her eyes at him.

“Good. I’m still mad at you, but I will give you a third chance, despite being an asshole,” She said. Eggsy looked at her, eyebrows raised in surprise.


“You already had a second chance after leaving me nearly every date we had,” She retorted.

“That’s right… Well, third time’s the charm innit?” Eggsy asked, smirking smugly as he leaned in to kiss her.

“We’ll see, Unwin.” She allowed him to kiss her. Eggsy moved his hand up to caress her cheek gently before pulling her deeper into the kiss. He found, despite hating the heat and the sweating and the constant amount of bugs flying around him, there was nowhere else he’d rather be than with someone who was impossibly real.