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[starrybebi]

I made a mess of my bikini panties...... 😶‍🌫️

[elletromil]

#5 for the 50 dialogue prompts

#5  “Why are you helping me?”

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They’re having dinner when Eggsy finally asks what he’s been meaning to ask all day.

“So, why are you helping me?”

Roxy raises an eyebrow and makes a show of looking at the other candidates. Thankfully, they’ve mostly been ignoring them so far, even if Charlie has had a few snide comment for them throughout the day. Not that Eggsy mind and it hasn’t seem to bother Roxy either.

“No I mean. I get you hanging out with me when your only other choices are these dickheads. But you could do that without helping me.”

Because she has been helping him. It’s small stuff, simple stuff, but already it makes all the difference. He remembers his training with the marines. Remembers how miserable he had been because he hadn’t been able to connect with anyone, not really. But already, Roxy has proven she’ll stick by him. And, don’t get him wrong, he’s gonna do the same, unconditionally.

But he’s still bloody curious as to what she really gets out of it. She’s obviously super smart. She’s got to have an angle.

“I could do that yes. But then you might be sent home early. Not that I’m saying you can’t cut it without help, just that it could make all the difference.” She stops to look how he’s taking it, but Eggsy just nods to urge her along. He might not be the smartest of the bunch, but he’s not dumb either. And considering where he comes from, of course he knows that outside help can change everything. “And really, you’re the only one I don’t feel like stabbing in the nuts.”

“Really?” It’s not that he isn’t pleased to hear it, it’s just that well, he’s under no illusion he’s probably not the kind of guy Roxy hangs out with normally.

“Yes really. Which is why I don’t want you to leave. If I am to lose to anyone, I’d rather it be to you. Not that I plan on losing.”

It’s a tease, but it’s obvious that she totally means it. And while Eggsy doesn’t plan on losing either, can’t afford to lose, he thinks he could live with it if Roxy was the one beating him.

“So alliance until we’re the last two and than all bets are off?” He holds out his hand, feeling more solemn then he’s ever been in his life before.

Roxy grins, but there’s a fire in her eyes when she takes his hand and shake it. “Deal.”

[maisstories]

Insomnia? Outline a conversation between Mace and Yoda.

Little gods, Yoda's speech is difficult.

[actual-howlinglikeaseaturtle]

I..wait..did....did I just flirt with Jesus??????

[nogitsunelichen]

Separation

ANGST WARNING (and some hunter torture: non-descriptive, established Sterek).

“Stop! Just stop it please---STOP!” Stiles screams, fists banging against the wall, his voice hoarse from his pleas. 

The thick concrete wall (built with mountain ash, Derek tried punching through it several times) separating their cells stood between them, the only constant within the bleak four walls that caged them in. He was covered in blood, sweat, dirt, and everything inbetween. His mouth tastes vile and he can’t remember the last time he inhaled a breath of fresh air. 

Derek had been keeping tally marks on the wall with his claws, it was the only way to tell how many days had passed. It’s been two days, or at least one, Stiles doesn’t know. The reason he doesn’t know is because two days ago (or one?) hunters entered Derek’s cell and did something to him, something to cause him to scream and growl in pain for the last twenty, thirty, hell forty something hours. 

Werewolves were strong, but Stiles didn’t know if Derek had much left in him. 

Stiles backed up from the wall and looked at the tiny caged window at the very top, maybe a tad bigger than a handheld mirror at best. It was the worst part about their captivity; that they could hear what was happening to each other but not see it. Do nothing about it. 

It made him angry, he was seething with rage. 

He wanted nothing more than to bang on the door to his cell, to call out to the bastards that put them here, to beg them to end this. They haven’t done anything, this wasn’t code. This was so far from code it was a joke. 

The last time he banged on the door he didn’t get food for a week and he was bound to the sorry excuse for a bed which was just a metal frame with a ratty cloth for a pillow. 

Stiles couldn’t sleep without his pillow, but now he’s had to learn how to. 

Derek let out a particularly nasty sounding scream and Stiles broke down. He slid to the floor and sobbed into his hands; they were helpless. His dreams would forever be haunted by these terrible, frightened, agonizing sounds coming from next door. 

Hours passed, maybe another day; Derek never stopped screaming. 

Stiles didn’t sleep. 

The sound of a lock turning broke him out of his daze. It wasn’t his, it was the one on Derek’s door. Stiles scrambled to his feet, nearly collapsing from weakness as he rushed to the wall between them, trying to hear what they were going to do. 

After a moment a laugh came from the other side, “what Stilinski? No death threat? Finally giving up on your pack and the rescue you were dreaming about? Thank God you’ve shut up.” 

Stiles blinked away the tears and cleared his throat. 

“Just...stop it, stop whatever you’re doing to him,” Stiles cried weakly, body shaking. 

Finally, after all this time, the buzzing died down and the sound of screaming was replaced with panting and whimpering. Stiles let out the breath he’d been holding. 

“I didn’t turn it off for you,” the hunter said after a moment, “the boss just wants him alive a little while longer.” 

Once again time warped, the silence that followed the hunter’s exit was eerie. Stiles didn’t know what to say; he didn’t know if Derek was awake, alive, if he was still himself. 

“D-Derek?” Stiles whispered. 

There was no answer.

“Baby, please...say something.”

Once again there was no answer. 

Stiles covered his mouth with his hand, eyes blurry with tears. He sat on the floor, his back to the wall. 

“I love you,” he muttered into the void. 

Finally there was a soft whine back and for the first time in a long time a weak smile crossed his face. 

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. The first Sterek thing I write in forever and it’s this? Sorry. Not sorry. 

[elletromil]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/3 (4134 words) Fandom: Kingsman (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Hart | Galahad/Gary "Eggsy" Unwin Characters: Harry Hart | Galahad, Gary "Eggsy" Unwin, Michelle Unwin, Merlin (Kingsman), Ginger Ale (Kingsman) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Mythology References, Supernatural Elements, Inspired by Hades and Persephone (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), The Fates - Freeform, Harry-centric, Temporary Character Death, Pre-Relationship

Summary: Harry has always believed that there is more truth to the myths and legends of old than people care to admit. That there is more of the world to be seen than what the naked eye can perceive.

As such, he's always held a deep respect for things that leaves many bewildered. And when his Lachesis sacrifice himself so he might live, he swears he'll forever try to honor him, until the thread of his own life is cut.

Notes: For @agentdagonetand this year’s @kingsmansecretsanta based on their likes: 

I'm a sucker for soulmate au's, things that tie in mythologies (look at Elletromil's Messenger of War, as an example), I love all pairings but have a special place for MerHartWin and HartWin... I like stories that make me think a bit.

I hope you enjoy it <3

[fatpandasims]

List 5 things most people don't know about you and pass this to 5 different people you want to know more about

Ok, this is really hard. I’ll do my best ahahah

1. I perfectly know what I want to do with my life but I still didn’t find my place. I know I won’t live in my city and that’s the reason why I’m travelling so much but I feel like I still need to find the right place where to put down roots.

2. I speak Italian, German and English or at least try too  and I’m about to start learning a fourth language too cause it’s just so much fun for me even if it’s stressful af at the beginning

3. I never had a pet ç_ç Like it’s one of my childhood’s traumas I think.

4. I’m one of those people that when thinks about embarassing things of the past feels so bad that needs to say something or just emit some sounds to release the tension. Yep, it can’t get any more awkard than this.

5. My biggest dream is to open my own elementary Montessori school but I’m too poor for that so I’ll just keep on dreaming?

Thank you for asking! ❤

[ilinalta]

so.... is anders there...