#unwin

[fieriframes]

[Fifth... Vexed a bit, Unwin stopped him.]

[lovingherwasgay]

oh to be choked by taron egerton's thighs

[willowsfanarts]

man of secrets -latest artwork

[detournementsmineurs]

"Mary Cawthorne, Mrs Morley Unwin" (detail) by Arthur Devis, circa 1750.

[imagine-richards]

1, 2, and 7 from the prompt list with Eggsy ?

a/n- I loooved writing for Eggsy! I’ve never done it before, so I hope I’ve done our boy justice. Thank you for the request, nonny!!

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1.  “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

2.   “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”

7.  “I hate how much I love you”

You were sat on the edge of Eggsy’s bed, watching him pack and trying not to wince at the careless way that absolutely nothing was folded neatly. He’d better hope there was a laundry service at wherever he was staying, as you knew how bloody useless he was at ironing. You could see it now, picturing him with perfect clarity going undercover as some billionaire in a huge mansion with creases on his shirt. You smiled at the thought, which Eggsy noticed, being the first time you had smiled since he invited you over to say your goodbyes. 

“What’re you grinning at? Finally realising that you’re finally gonna get some peace and quiet around here?”

You rolled your eyes, the smile disappearing at how light-hearted he was taking his act of leaving you again.

“No. Just thinking about how useless you are. Sit down, let me pack for you. You’re going to look ridiculous if your clothes look like they’ve been packed by a seven-year-old.”

Eggsy held his hands up in mock surrender, taking a step back from his suitcase and gesturing for you to continue, “If you think you can do a better job, you go ahead, love.”

You did so, trying to ignore the fact that Eggsy had just called you ‘love’. It happened often enough for it not to be anything special, but with how anxious you were feeling at the thought of your best friend going on yet another life-threatening mission, the pet name left an ache in your chest. You pushed through it, folding up the shirts and rolling up the ties neatly and silently, trying your absolute hardest not to show the emotion you were feeling. Eggsy knew how much you hated him leaving, but his answers never really helped. It was awful and selfish, but you didn’t care about the ‘greater good’ he always told you about; not if it meant losing him.

Neither of you said a word as you zipped up the bag, refusing to sit next to him for your own petty reasons, which resulted in you awkwardly standing opposite him, arms folded and lips pursed into an almost childish pout. Eggsy looked up at you, sighing.

“Y/n, come on... This can’t be our goodbye. I don’t know when I’ll be back, could be months.”

You didn’t move, nor speak, nor look up from staring at your fingers, which were fidgeting with the sleeves of the hoodie you had stolen from Eggsy about three years ago.

He waited for an answer, until it became too uncomfortable and he stood, hand reaching out to touch yours and guide your fingers away before your anxieties tore a hole through the faded fabric of the hoodie. You flinched, pulling away and stepping further backwards. Even the possibility of his touch, and the thoughts that this could be the last time, brought that lump into your throat you just couldn’t swallow down. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, which you wiped away with your sleeve furiously. Everything started bubbling up: every emotion, every thought, every unspoken word rising up like bile in your throat until it was near impossible to keep it down. You had to get out of that room, Eggsy’s bedroom which held so many memories and ‘almosts’ and ‘what ifs’ that may never be answered, all because Eggsy was off again to lay down his life.

You turned on your heel, trying to dart past Eggsy and out of his bedroom door, mumbling “Good luck.”. Your efforts were useless, Eggsy managing to grab you by the wrist.

“Oi, where do you think you’re going? Hardly the goodbye I should be getting from my best frie-”

“Best friend? Best friend? You’re still clinging onto that?” You spat out, instantly regretting it, but finding that now you’d opened the subject, there was absolutely no way of going back.

“What’re you saying, y/n?” He replied, you finally meeting his eyes with your own in enough time to see his brows to knit together. He knew exactly what you meant. You knew him too well, and you knew his expression of faux confusion. You had seen the real thing in far too many biology classes. This definitely wasn’t it.

You scoffed, pulling your wrist back from him.

“You know exactly what I mean. You’re leaving, Eggsy. Again. You’re leaving me and you might never fucking come back and you’re really okay with leaving as my ‘best friend’?”

“I don’t know what you-”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it, Egs...”

He looked like he was going to argue back, but had nothing to say. He knew you were right. You had been best friends since you were teenagers, but lately, things had been changing. Maybe it was because he was in constant danger, and both of you had realised how little you could stand to lose the other, that you had started to get brave. The occasional kiss you’d blame on the alcohol and never mention again, the times you’d be hanging out and Eggsy’s hand would somehow end up on your thigh, the times you’d go to the pub without even asking your other mates, all of it had lead to a vast dynamic change between the two of you. It felt like it was leading up to something special, and yet he was too bloody stubborn to admit it. 

Or so you thought.

“Y/n... Please... Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry.”

This time, you didn’t pull away when he reached out, letting him get closer. He stopped before he actually touched you, though, which you found oddly frustrating. You didn’t know when you had properly started crying, but it had happened. And looking into Eggsy’s eyes, you could see that they were glazed too, which was a foreign, weird and rare sight for you.

You expected him to respond to what you had actually said, recognise the existence of an actual thing between you two for the first time, but he just stayed still, hand hovering just above your arm, frozen in the air. 

You were the one to move first, lifting your arm until it made contact with his hand. You stepped forwards, so slowly it felt as if time had stopped, getting closer and closer to the kingsman, closing the space between you two. Your heart was pounding, much harder than you thought was healthy. You could barely breathe, waiting for Eggsy to show some sign of... well, anything.

His arms eventually wrapped around you, hand reaching for your hair as he shushed you, calming the sobs you couldn’t stop yourself. His body twitched next to yours and you knew he was crying too.

“Egs...” You whispered, moving your head until your lips were a breath away from his. You were so close, this was the moment that everything had been leading up to...

“We can’t, y/n.”

It felt as if your heart had dropped three floors down. The crying stopped and your breath got stuck in your throat. You pulled back, not knowing what the hell to do or say.

“..Right. Yeah. Of course. Good luck, Eggsy. Be careful out there.” You said, stepping back and actually making it to the door this time, throwing it open so it hit the wall with a rather loud thud that caused you to flinch before you stormed out of his bedroom and towards his front door.

You heard a sigh.

“Y/n, wait!” He called after you, following you out and beating you to the front door, standing in front of it.

“Get out of my way, Eggsy. Let me go.”

“No. I... I can’t leave without... Urgh- fuck!” He shouted, screwing up his face in frustration as he turned and punched the wall.

“Eggsy, what the fuck?!”“I love you, alright?! I fucking love you so much, more than anything. I hate how much I love you, because I can’t love you. If we were together, I’d be putting you in danger. I’ve... I’ve fucking lost everyone, y/n. I can’t lose you too.”

You were speechless. Completely and utterly speechless, frozen in the hallway of the man you loved, of the man who loved you back, unable to do anything about it because it would risk your life.

And suddenly, that seemed worth it.

You closed the space between the pair of you, hands meeting Eggsy’s cheeks to cup his face as you pressed your lips against his passionately, feeling everything in the universe around you fit into place, and then melt away.

Eggsy matched the passion and the fire, gripping onto any part of you he could. Starting with your hair, making his way to your shoulders, chest and hips, reaching around your back to pull you, if possible, even closer. 

“Y/n, I-I...”“I know, Egs... I know. But... Let’s forget about that, just for now, okay? Just enjoy what we can before you have to leave. Please...”

And you both did. Just for now.

[birdsareblooming]

Kinda about the Alphonse kids, but how do Alphys and Undyne parent? They’re very different, and as such should have different parenting styles. Do they treat each child differently?

Alphonse kids

But yeah! 

I like to headcanon, at least post pacafist, Alphys works and Undyne is the most badass stay at home mom ever. 

Izumi Curtis vibes

I also made a post a while back that I might redraw with the new Asgere design but It’s very much the dynamic.

Undyne does know the basics of how to raise kids, but she’s still.....rusty. She’s in a danger zone when the kids are too young to think/walk/do litterally anything.

She knows what to feed them and what they’re not allowed to touch but she’s either suPER bored (bc they’re all sleeping) or VERY overwhelmed (bc there’s six of them) 

Getting them all in one room when they’re energised is like herding cats. They’re everywhere and cannot be contained. Thankfully Undyne knows how to bench press seven kids. Also if Alphys is at work Undyne WILL call Asgore, Toriel, Or Papyrus to come and help. (also maybe Frisk and Mk when they’re old enough to babysit)

Their punishment whenever their naughty is sitting in the corner while undyne guards them. It can only be for like 15 minutes but Undyne’s kids get as easily bored as her so it’s fitting enough.

Undyne And Alphys also set up a buddy system. Metteora is buddies with Nessim, Moe Is buddies with Madden, and Asgere is buddies with Unwin. These buddies share a room and, even though they all look out for each other, they’re specifically in charge of their buddy. They don’t have to do litterally everything together, It’s just simple tasks like knowing where they are and how to get to them.

At a pretty young age Undyne started training them and Alphys started teaching them, To see where their intrests lied. When they get older their not all trained or taught. they all go to school but only Nessim and Metteora are tutored by Al. And only Asgere, Mo, and Unwin are trained by Undyne.

When it comes to their shortcomings, Alphys is very nervous around her kids because she is very worried about failing as a parent, so she’s kind of a pushover and can’t say know.

Undyne isn’t very emotionally connected, so she doesnt know how to respond when her kids are in emotional peril. She mostly pats them on the head, tell them everythings gonna be alright, and sends them out to run a few laps chanting about how great they are. (that is her go to)

When it comes to their strengths, Alphys loves answering questions and telling her kids everything about the world, and unlike Undyne she can provide a bit more emotional support.

Undyne is a mama bear and not only will she protect her children from anyone but she will train her kids to protect themselves. All of her children know self defense and can do it very well. As well as she’s a very good motivator, she belives in her kids and they know that, but they also know she wont hate them or be dissapointed if they fail.

sooooo

yeah.

[broom-closet-baby]

ParkWin Fic Teaser

Eggsy Unwin x Peter Parker

Teaser of the story- I think I’ll finish and post the full fic on Sunday

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Eggsy, not breaking eye contact picks up his strawberry and takes a bite of the delicacy, licking his lips to catch the falling juices. Peter swallows hard and fidgets with the napkin in his lap. Eggsy, watching Peter’s jaw drop a bit says “What do you say we get the check?”

[lenvasil-blog]

Tasia by sauliuske